Chapter 768 - 407: Knowing (2)
Wealth and honor are determined by heaven, beyond one’s control; all past fates are destined. Fortune and misfortune follow fate, not by one’s actions; worrying and exhausting oneself is all in vain.
Half worry, half disaster, all endeavors bring no success.
"Tch."
Tie Dan snapped the talisman with a pinch, casually tossing the broken piece off the mountain peak.
"Cloud Platform Peak."
In the next instant, the jade talisman ignited in the wind, transforming into a point of jadestone light, like a shooting star racing across the sky.
Meanwhile, Tie Dan opened his mouth to let out a long howl, suddenly spewing forth a world-shaking sword aura that enveloped his entire body!
Within that sword aura was clearly a Black Sword, a sword infant emerging from it! The sword aura, however, swept out blue-white mysterious light!
It’s evident that the Beichen Sword Radiance has been refined to an advanced state, its thousand-year sword power reaching its peak!
Sword energy transforming into a rainbow, human and sword as one, the spirit flies out of the body!
Thus, in a fleeting moment, the vast Beichen Sword Radiance chased that colorful starlit point, sweeping across countless peaks in an instant, dispersing clouds and scattering the dawn over a thousand miles, cutting through the barriers between heaven and earth, slashing a fantastical peak cloud ridge out of the void.
Indeed, this is the Immortal Palace Emperor’s Seat, Xuanmen Headquarter, Cloud Platform Immortal Peak, and... the Third Void.
Yes, in just sixty days, while Tie Dan had just slain the Sect Leader Tian Gang, the Cloud Platform Immortal Peak, and all the treasures within Shanglin Palace, had been swept up by the Mystic Sect and transported a thousand miles away.
At this moment, the entire Cloud Platform Peak had become a vast construction site, with the heads of the nine major sects, mountain men and hidden immortals from various sects, and Nascent Soul disciples who have received true inheritances from their masters, all gathered here, working together, exhibiting all their Five Arts, bustling with activity, preparing for the construction of the Third Void, ready to forge a ship capable of traversing the starry sea, flying through the void, sailing toward Outer Heaven.
And with the mighty sword light descending, it transformed into the figure of a swordsman in a green robe. The True Monarch Taoists around could not help but hold their breath, instinctively pausing their work, turning their gaze toward this rare millennium sight, a villain who destroyed entire sects, extinguished Taoist paths, seized and usurped the position of Sect Leader, seizing the time to draw and record, leaving it for future generations to judge.
True Lord of the Mysterious Heaven
His person stood seven feet tall, elegant yet stern, his face cold and severe as if frosted and snow-covered, his iron bones and stout muscles seemingly sculpted from ice and stone. His brows slanted sharply into his temples, eyes like azure thunder shooting electricity, freezing even the floating dust where his gaze landed.
His lips were pressed into a thin line like a sword’s back, his chin sharp like a blade’s edge, and his black hair unsmoothly combed, draped over his shoulders, exuding a wild and unrestrained air, defying conventions and looking down upon the world.
At one glance, it was clear, he was that peerless swordsman, the maniacal killer...
"Hmph!"
After all, he couldn’t just kill everyone he met upon exiting seclusion, Tie Dan let out a cold snort, scattering everyone’s gaze, his piercing gaze forcing the others to lower their heads, examining their own feet.
Tie Dan couldn’t be bothered with trivial matters, keeping a cold face, striding into the Cloud Platform, casually grabbing a passerby to inquire,
"Where is the chief seat?"
The Daoist child who was snagged was startled, fearing being torn apart by this Sword Demon, and hurriedly prostrated, turning back into its original form, which was a great crane with an over-eight-span wingspan, humbly indicating by crouching that the True Man is requested to be seated, and opening the way immediately.
Tie Dan found it somewhat familiar, but upon reflection, all those feathery beast cranes, and turkeys looked more or less the same, so he didn’t think much, stepping onto the Immortal Crane’s back, and with a shout, took off, spiraling down around the Cloud Platform Immortal Peak.
Parting the sea of clouds and the dawn light, an unprecedented spectacular vista unfolded before Tie Dan’s eyes, revealing numerous flying dragons below Cloud Platform Peak, forming flocks, at least several tens of feet of demon bodies, long flesh beasts, resembling earthworms surfacing after rain, tumbling amidst the sea of clouds, exceedingly menacing and disgusting.
Carefully scanning through his senses, these flying dragons were indeed Nascent Soul Demons, only a step from Divinity Transformation, True Dragons yet to transform, merely their noses and mouths trapped in transparent threads, likely a Secret Technique tying their heart veins, unable to break free. Their dragon spines were driven by lock beams as thick as house beams, tethering massive chains, the other end of the chains tied to numerous Immortal Island Flying Palaces, not only hosting countless temple buildings, but also housing warehouses, materials, and countless ores, clearly materials for constructing the Third Void. Clearly, they were captured and used by Mystic Sect as workhorses.
And amidst the clouds besides dragon herds, naturally, Human Clan assistance was indispensable, at a glance, rows of Immortal Boats and Ships were seen, under the operation and steering of the Yellow Turban Warriors, weaving through the clouds, continuously delivering resources of the Immortal Palace up to the Cloud Platform.
Indeed, beneath the Cloud Platform Peak, was Ziwei Immortal Palace.
Tie Dan had visited this place for sightseeing before, and now the sight was truly transformed.
Besides barely recognizing the palace wall outlines, Beichen Palace was left alone for face-saving, all other palace buildings and treasure vaults were dismantled entirely, even all the flowers and grass were dug out, indeed the ground was excavated three feet deep, leaving not a tile. And dismantling one Yuan was not enough; even the material fleets from the ground were not few, suggesting that the entire Three Constellations Capital, was to be swept clean.
Of course, the Immortal Palace itself didn’t oppose, for indeed the officials and nobles had already fled south, now leaving only the remnant troops of the guards to secure the rear in the capital, therefore as long as the Mystic Sect remained one more day, the Heavenly King Army naturally dared not continue pursuit, venturing under Mystic Sect’s noses to seek death.
So indeed, they still cried and shouted, urging the Mystic Sect to come along.
And in the blink of an eye, the Crane Child descended upon one of the Flying Islands, where the smoke and clouds from the Taoist Temple on the island seemed to indicate Alchemy taking place.
Tie Dan was about to depart when he caught sight of other True Men tossing out Soldier Repelling Coins to those beast laborers and spiritual pets, presumably paying transport fees, so he casually flicked, dispelling the blocked Qi Circulation and accumulated congestion from cultivation errors in the Crane Child’s Qi veins, causing it to howl as it plummeted to the cloud’s edge, frightening it nearly to death. Yet in the future, it could naturally advance its cultivation greatly, ensuring both were even.