Chapter 1137: The Immortal Palace Opens
This young man with red hair was second only to the Shining Stars in the southern planetary system. And that single glance was all it took for him to recognize Xu Qing! He couldn’t help but recall trying to chase Xu Qing down and kill him, only for him to escape by means of the ferry boat. But what came next was thunderous incredulousness striking his heart with immense force.
It was only natural... that he could tell Xu Qing was different now! He could not see canon, nor could he comprehend it. But the sensation from his cultivation base ensured that he was overwhelmed with a sense of deadly crisis that was difficult to put into words. It was a sense of danger that surpassed any sort of prickling sensation running down the spine. He went still, and so did his heart, his sea of consciousness, and his thoughts. At that moment he felt like he was facing his ultimate arch-nemesis! His face fell.
As for Xu Qing, his expression didn’t change, but his eyes were as cold as ice, causing space to stir, time to ripple, and space-time to lock down.
When he fought the dao fight with Li Mengtu, it had been a clean fight. The winner would have been able to take the loser’s dao. What was more, Xu Qing had greatly benefitted from the karma of Li Mengtu’s ancestor. But considering his background, Xu Qing had eventually given up on that fight.
Things were different with this red-haired young man! Killing intent rose, and space-time opened up! Heaven and earth blurred. All things distorted. As Xu Qing entered his space-time state and his thoughts spread out, he remained seated cross-legged, but his shadow was already on the move through space-time.
The red-haired young man was eternally motionless, and clearly visible to Xu Qing. It was as if he had become a scroll painting. His past. His future. All of it was clearly ‘visible’ to Xu Qing.
Xu Qing lifted his hand and gently pointed his finger out. He was like a person looking at a painting and poking a hole in the canvas. As a result, the person in the painting, and everything around them, were ripped apart.
What happened in the real world was that the space around the red-haired young man collapsed, and time was thrown into chaos. His body was hit by a majestic, indescribable force. His soul had no way to flee, and issued a howl of anguish. No matter how hard he fought and struggled... he was completely and utterly powerless to escape or defend himself. It looked like he was just about to be destroyed in body and soul.
But then, his fellow southerner Jiang Fan looked up and sighed. “There’s no need to be so angry, Fellow Daoist. Whatever happened in the past, we can talk it out. It’s not necessary to use canon to hurt anyone.”
As the words left his mouth, a mist sprang up around the red-haired young man, completely covering him. It was as if ink had been splashed onto the painting. People without canon wouldn’t be able to see what was happening. But people with canon would have a clear view of the red-haired young man being covered by mist. That mist was beyond anything ordinary, and was, in fact, the power of canon.
As a result, Xu Qing lost sight of the young man. It was a case of: “earth energy dispatched, heaven does not react, call the mist, the mist calls the gloom.”[1]