Qingyang Token

"Lord Qingyang was originally one of the Seventy-Two Divine Lords of the Yang God Emperor Heaven..."

These Seventy-Two Divine Lords were not appointed casually. According to the handwritten document, in the ancient times, when the chaotic universe ended, the ancestral gods who held the power of the Heavenly Dao also perished.

At this moment, the Heavenly Dao Laws that remained in the Twelve Emperor Heavens spontaneously condensed into Supreme Dao Seals without the restraint of the Ancestral Gods.

In the Yang God Emperor Heaven, a total of seventy-two Dao Seals of this Great Dao Law have been condensed.

Each Supreme Dao Seal represents a Dao, and these Dao Seals are distributed to the Seventy-Two Divine Lords, becoming Divine Lord Seal symbolizing their authority!

Only those who can control the Divine Lord Seal are truly one of the Seventy-Two Divine Lords!

The Divine Lord Seal is of paramount importance to a Divine Lord. It is not only a symbol of status but also a symbol of power. A true Divine Lord can refine the Divine Lord Seal into his body and temper it with his own essence and blood, thereby gaining immense power from the Divine Lord Seal.

Since ancient times, fortune and misfortune have been intertwined. The Divine Lord Seal is so powerful that countless martial artists naturally want to obtain it. Therefore, in the Yang God Emperor Heaven, it is not an easy thing to secure the position of Divine Lord. One may face challenges and assassinations from all directions.

"I never imagined that Lord Qingyang was such a top-tier figure even in the Yang God Emperor Heaven."

Although it wasn't described in the handwritten notes, Yi Yun knew without a doubt that each of the Twelve Emperor Heavens was filled with experts, far surpassing the world where the Tianyuan Realm was located.

The Sword Palace Master and the Bronze Giant that Yi Yun saw in his dream should also have come from the Twelve Emperor Heavens.

When Yi Yun turned to the last page of the handwritten book, he saw a token embedded in the book. The front of the token was inscribed with "Qingyang", while the back had the character "Ling".

Token?

Yi Yun picked up the token. It was quite heavy and felt cold. The material was neither gold nor jade. Yi Yun had never seen such a material before. Perhaps this material also came from the Twelve Emperor Heavens.

After taking the token, Yi Yun saw a passage of text on the ancient book where the token had originally been embedded.

"The Qingyang Token: Refine this token, and you will have free access to the Qingyang Palace and the God Descending Tower!"

Um?

Yi Yun's eyes lit up. This token had such an effect. It was equivalent to the key to this main hall.

Holding the token in his hand, Yi Yun felt an energy fluctuation emanating from it, which resonated with the formation maintaining the main hall.

"I see. Holding this token allows one to control the array within this hall to a certain extent."

Yi Yun immediately understood upon sensing it.

"Yi Yun, when powerful figures in ancient times opened up their cave dwellings, they would often set up some core objects. Refining these objects would make one a half-owner of the cave dwelling. You should refine this Qingyang Token." Lin Xin Tong said to Yi Yun.

The Qingyang Palace is a core area within the Empress Secret Realm. The mere fact that one can freely enter and exit makes the token incredibly valuable. If it were to be shown to the powerful families and sects of the Tianyuan Realm, they would be green with envy. If they knew that this token was left behind by one of the Twelve Emperor Heavens, they would fight tooth and nail for it. The Twelve Emperor Heavens are mysterious and distant beings to the powers of the Tianyuan Realm.

Lin Xin Tong naturally wanted such a treasure, but she knew that she was able to get here alive and see the core area of God Descending Tower entirely thanks to Yi Yun.

Let alone this token, even if all the opportunities here were given to Yi Yun, she would feel it was only right and proper, since Yi Yun had saved her life several times.

Moreover, Lin Xin Tong had a special feeling for Yi Yun; the opportunity that Lin Xin Tong Yi Yun obtained felt like it was her own.

"Okay, then we can use them together."

As Yi Yun spoke, his internal energy circulated, imprinting his blood and qi mark onto the token. In this way, Yi Yun and the token felt a blood connection.

With a mere thought, his senses immediately spread throughout the Qingyang Palace, allowing him to perceive every fluctuation of energy within the main hall.

Yi Yun said, "Not only did Lord Qingyang leave a handwritten note on the pillar, but his token can also control the main hall and allow him to freely enter and exit the God Descending Tower. It seems that his relationship with the Empress is quite extraordinary."

From the moment Yi Yun saw the handwritten letter, he already had a guess. If that's the case, could the Ancient Empress's disappearance afterward mean she went to the Twelve Emperor Heavens?

No one can truly understand what happened countless years ago.

The moment Yi Yun put the token away, the array in the main hall suddenly fluctuated, and a portal of light quietly appeared.

Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong exchanged a glance. The cold voice had said earlier that they could go to three main halls, and this was the second one after the gate of light.

Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong stepped into the portal hand in hand. They only felt a flash of light before their eyes, and suddenly a different scene appeared.

Small bridges over flowing streams, cottages nestled in the woods, all covered in snow and ice—it's a crystal-clear paradise.

The cups on the tea table and the wooden zither in the pavilion give the impression that someone still lives here, and that the owner has only temporarily left.

Yi Yun initially felt the same way, but soon he discovered that there was also energy fluctuation here, and the scene before him was frozen in this moment forever by the formation.

"When everything has calmed down in the future, let us return here together and spend the rest of our lives together." Yi Yun saw such a letter beside the wooden zither.

The ink marks on it looked as if they had just been left. Although there was no name, one could tell from the handwriting that they were left by Lord Qingyang.

"It seems that it is indeed so. I had suspected it before. Senior Qingyang Jun must be the Empress's cultivation partner!"

Yi Yun recalled the words Lord Qingyang had left on the pillar, "Green Rainbow Pierces Sun, Breaks Blood Moon, Ice Soul Solitary Cold Seals God Abyss."

The first line of this poem refers to Lord Qingyang himself, while the second line refers to the Ancient Empress.

Even the Empress Secret Realm may have been jointly created by the Ancient Empress and Lord Qingyang.

"What a perfect couple..."

Lin Xin Tong gently stroked the wooden zither with her slender hand, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

Both being born with incurable Fatal Meridian and chosen successors, Lin Xin Tong and the Ancient Empress had never met, yet they shared a strange sense of kinship.

Touching this wooden zither, it's as if I can see that aloof woman playing the zither in the snow, while Lord Qingyang sits by the tea table, drinking and singing.

Such a life is truly enviable.

A hint of longing couldn't help but appear in Lin Xin Tong, and she couldn't help but glance at Yi Yun.

"Judging from this letter, Senior Lord Qingyang and the Ancient Empress originally intended to return, but they never came back. We wonder what happened to them."

Yi Yun frowned slightly. If even someone of Lord Qingyang's or the Ancient Empress's caliber could not act according to plan, and even never return afterward, then what had happened must have exceeded his imagination.

Inside the small building, everything was fresh and elegant; even in the vase, there were a few simple winter plum blossoms in full bloom.

With reverence for the Ancient Empress and Lord Qingyang, Yi Yun and Lin Xin Tong moved quietly inside the house. Everything here made them feel reluctant to disturb it.

"Hmm? There!" Lin Xin Tong pointed to a simple, antique bookshelf in the Empress's room.

Everything inside the small building was clearly visible, and there was nothing particularly special about it, but the bookshelf was filled with jade slips.

Yi Yun glanced at Lin Xin Tong and saw that even the usually composed Lin Xin Tong was breathing slightly heavier, clearly indicating that she was quite agitated at the moment.

Her congenitally Fatal Meridian had burdened her with too much. She vowed to restore Fatal Meridian and defy fate. And now, on this bookshelf, she might find a glimmer of hope. Even with her calm and collected nature, she couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment.

Suddenly, she felt her other hand being enveloped by another hand.

Lin Xin Tong glanced at Yi Yun, Yi Yun said softly, "We've come this far; we'll eventually find the method left behind by the Ancient Empress to restore our severed Fatal Meridian. It's just a matter of time."

"Um!"

Lin Xin Tong nodded. She gently stroked the jade slips on the bookshelf. The books and jade slips there were spotless, as if they were regularly cleaned. (To be continued~^~)