Purple Star Continent, Old Province, Setting Sun County, Sinking Star Pass.
This place lies near the Eastern Sea, where not far from the shore stands an immortal island known as the Carefree Isle.
In recent years, this island may not have been widely renowned, but if we were to look back a hundred thousand years, it would undoubtedly have been hailed as the number one island in the world!
And why? Simply because...
The island housed an immortal sect, where the spirit of the land nurtured a prodigy!
Chen Lingxiu, just as her name suggested, was a peerless woman blessed by heaven and earth—brilliant, extraordinary. In an era teeming with prodigies and countless heroes, she rose from humble beginnings, suppressing the proud scions of great factions as a mere commoner, ascending to the pinnacle as the second strongest in the world!
And thus, the Carefree Sect on Carefree Isle flourished, leaping from a third-rate faction to a sacred land, basking in glory for a time!
Alas, the good times did not last. After Chen Lingxiu ascended, the Carefree Sect could no longer hold its own. Though it barely maintained its dignity with the legacy she left behind, the sect suffered from a lack of successors, failing to produce another prodigy capable of shouldering its legacy. Eventually, it declined...
As if Chen Lingxiu’s rise had drained all the sect’s fortune.
But that wasn’t the case!
Had it not been for Chen Lingxiu, how could a mere third-rate faction like the Carefree Sect have endured for three hundred thousand years?
"Ah... May Ancestor Lingxiu bless us. I hope this year’s recruitment brings a few talented disciples. Times are truly getting harder..."
In the grand hall of the Carefree Sect’s main peak, the current sect master, Huo Hai, bowed reverently before the ancestral tablets.
The prayer talisman burned fiercely, its curling smoke rising as if to carry the descendants’ pleas to the ancestors’ ears.
Among the forest of longevity tablets, Chen Lingxiu’s tablet stood prominently in the place of honor, sharing the central altar only with the sect’s founder, Xiaoyaozi.
Just then, an elder hurried in, his voice grave as he reported, "Sect Master, urgent news! The newly appointed City God of Sinking Star Pass has ordered us to cease operations indefinitely for 'rectification.' If we don’t surrender control of Stormwind Harbor and the Azure Route, we’ll be barred from recruiting disciples!"
Huo Hai’s hand, still holding the burning talisman, trembled slightly, his face darkening instantly.
The world was changing rapidly, swept along by an unstoppable tide of reform. The emergence of new systems had steadily eroded the living space of traditional local powers!
When the Immortal Court was established, placing the Four Seas Hall in charge of maritime affairs, the Carefree Sect had managed to endure, albeit with some constraints. So long as they retained control of Stormwind Harbor and the Azure Route, they could still maintain their dignity.
But with the rise of the new Divine Incense System, everything had changed!
This move was like a knife plunged straight into the lungs of every local faction!
First, they stripped local governance, empowering the common people to rule themselves, no longer subservient to the Carefree Sect. Then came the land surveys, reclaiming the sect’s long-held spiritual lands for public redistribution and development!
If that had been all, the Carefree Sect could have endured it—after all, it was his doing. A little bloodletting was tolerable, so long as the sect’s foundation remained untouched.
But now, they were coming for the sect’s ancestral birthright!
Stormwind Harbor—built through the tireless efforts of countless ancestors—was a vital trade hub and transportation nexus!
And the Azure Route? A legacy left behind by none other than Chen Lingxiu herself, a safe passage straight into the Endless Seas! Even in this era of upheaval, the Azure Route remained invaluable!
And now, they just wanted to take it?
What of the sacrifices made by generations of our ancestors?!
Even the Tribulation Transcender couldn’t just ignore reason, could he?!
Huo Hai sighed deeply.
As his gaze swept over the hall filled with longevity tablets, for a fleeting moment, he seemed to see towering figures materializing before him, their stern eyes glaring down in judgment.
"Our ancestors’ legacy will not be surrendered on our watch!"
"If they want to take it by force, then we fight!"
"If this escalates, we won’t be the only ones resisting. Let’s see how they handle the fallout!"
"All this talk of ‘serving the people’ and ‘harnessing fortune’—are we not people too? Are we even human in their eyes?!"
"Sect Master!" The elder hesitated before adding helplessly, "But they have his backing. And their methods are cunning—they’re not openly seizing anything. The land is still technically ours."
"They just want oversight, to ensure we don’t endanger public safety. Any ‘irregularities’ must be stamped out. If we resist enforcement violently, we’ll likely be made an example of, publicly denounced..."
"Hmph!" Huo Hai sneered. "‘Endangering safety’? ‘Irregularities’? Those are just words they can twist however they please!"
"How many years has our Carefree Sect managed Stormwind Harbor and the Azure Route? When has there ever been a problem? And suddenly, the moment they show up, it’s ‘unsafe’?"
"If we yield now, will Stormwind Harbor and the Azure Route even remain ours in truth?"
"And what of him? So what if he’s the Tribulation Transcender? When survival’s at stake, who cares about that?!"
"I say the Tribulation Transcender has lost his mind, grown senile, become a tyrant! This world is bound to—"
The last word—chaos—caught in his throat. His face turned a sickly purple as if an invisible hand had seized him by the neck, the suffocating pressure like a coiling serpent, black spots dancing before his eyes.
The elder reporting to him stiffened, his pupils shaking like an earthquake, eyes bulging as he stared at the figures who had abruptly appeared in the center of the hall. His heart nearly leaped out of his mouth.
Heavens above!
The melancholy man in plain swordsman’s robes, clutching a life-sized divine statue—he didn’t recognize him.
The ethereal, floating ghost woman—he didn’t know her either.
But the young man in deep indigo Daoist robes, his aura transcendent?
Oh, he knew him all too well.
His face bore a ninety percent resemblance to the portraits of the Tribulation Transcender.
Every citizen of the Purple Star Continent knew: you could look exactly like the Tribulation Transcender’s portrait, but you must never look ninety percent like it.
Because the Tribulation Transcender’s portraits were only ninety percent accurate to the man himself.
The missing ten percent?
The ineffable divine essence—the very essence that could never be captured in brushstrokes.
Yet the moment you laid eyes on him, you knew—this was the Tribulation Transcender in the flesh.
Oh no...
The Tribulation Transcender truly was omnipresent. The sect master had just loudly proclaimed rebellion against tyranny, even cursing the Transcender to his face...
At this thought, the elder’s hanging heart quietly began to give up.
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