The sky was high and the clouds were vast.
A massive tower ship sailed above the Ninth Heaven. Wherever it passed, the clouds churned and parted like splashing water, forming a cloud path.
This tower ship was also a massive flying treasure.
On the flags fluttering in the wind, ancient patterns and characters were embroidered. The characters Jiang, Hua, and Zuo were especially eye-catching.
"The Xuanqing Sect route has been completely cut off!"
Zuo Qingtian's tall, burly body stood on the deck like a ferocious beast. In a low voice, he said, "The scouts we sent out reported that the mysterious Great Emperor left behind a Dao Treasure sword to guard the place!"
The treasures of this world were divided into:
From weakest to strongest, they were ranked from first to ninth grade.
After that came Spirit Treasures, Profound Treasures, and Dao Treasures.
Although Dao Treasures also varied in strength, even the weakest could unleash terrifying power capable of seriously wounding a Body Integration cultivator.
And that was merely the result of the treasure erupting with power on its own, without anyone activating it.
With a cultivator wielding it, it would be even stronger!
Zuo Qingtian pondered for a moment before saying again, "Leaving behind a Dao Treasure shows that Great Emperor's resolve. Saving the Xuanqing Sect was definitely not a whim."
Hua Hongyi sat at the edge of the tower ship, a patch of snowy white showing above her chest, while her two round, smooth legs paddled through the air.
Hearing this, she raised her eyes and said indifferently, "Indeed. The Immortal Great Emperor is already enough of a headache for us. This is not the time to provoke another Great Emperor."
Jiang Youlong pondered for a moment, then said worriedly:
"This Great Emperor's origins are also extremely mysterious. We know absolutely nothing about her. I'm worried that another Immortal Great Emperor might appear."
"You know..."
As Jiang Youlong spoke, something seemed to occur to him. A trace of fear flashed across his face as he lowered his voice and said, "Those people are already running out of patience!"
At this, Hua Hongyi and Zuo Qingtian's expressions both changed!
They were clearly extremely wary of the "those people" Jiang Youlong referred to.
Zuo Qingtian asked, "Then what do we do now?"
Jiang Youlong thought for a moment. His eyes lit up, and he said, "This time, the Diary didn't reveal any crucial information."
"But—"
"If we can find that woman called Ruoyu, perhaps we'll uncover some clues."
Hua Hongyi also nodded. "Indeed. She was, after all, once the Immortal Great Emperor's woman."
"Perhaps she has remained in contact with the Immortal Great Emperor all this time?"
Zuo Qingtian also clapped his hands in approval. "This plan can work. The Immortal Great Emperor is too powerful. Trying to scheme against him through causality is as difficult as ascending to the heavens."
"But we can start with the women around him. Perhaps we'll reap an unexpected harvest."
Jiang Youlong said, "Since that's the case, it's settled!"
He paused, then continued, "I'll send someone to notify the experts in the clan who are proficient in Causality Divination and have them come here. As long as we can find traces they once left behind in the Cloudfall Mountain Range, we'll definitely be able to deduce something."
Six thousand years had passed.
Yet in the cultivation world, that was not considered a particularly long time.
For some mighty experts proficient in Causality Divination, reversing causality and tracing back several thousand years was not impossible.
"Good. Do everything possible to find that woman!"
"Cackle, cackle, cackle... The Great Emperor's woman—who wouldn't want to have a taste?"
A feverish smile spread across Zuo Qingtian's face. After being busy for so long, they finally had some progress.
Hua Hongyi, however, frowned and said softly, "It's still very difficult, but at least it's a method."
"I hope the Diary will reveal more clues from now on."
The Xuanqing Sect.
Recently, this third-rate sect located in the Southern Region of Qing Province had been so busy that it could barely catch its breath.
It was extraordinarily bustling.
First, countless sects had come to pay visits. Some were local sects from Qing Province.
Others had come from different provinces and even more distant places.
The purpose of these sects was naturally to purchase a copy of the information.
Afterward, they would tour the Former Residence of the Great Emperor.
They could experience the Great Emperor's path of cultivation from close up.
Cultivation placed great emphasis on destiny and opportunity.
Being able to tour the wooden house where a Great Emperor had once lived from such close range, see the old weapons he had once used, and cultivate the techniques he had once learned—
That itself counted as an opportunity. Perhaps someone fated would gain an unexpected harvest from it?
Once destiny arrived, anything was possible.
Moreover, news that another Great Emperor had lent the Xuanqing Sect a helping hand had long since spread.
It had caused quite a stir throughout the entire Cultivation World.
With two Great Emperors guarding one sect, it was practically soaring to the heavens.
Everyone knew that the Xuanqing Sect's rise was already unstoppable.
If they did not build a relationship with it now, they would never be able to reach it in the future.
On this day, Yan Changkong was listening proudly to his subordinate disciples' reports, basking in his success.
He had been sect master for over a thousand years.
The sect had never possessed so many spirit stones as it did now.
Just by selling information about the Great Emperor, the Xuanqing Sect could earn hundreds of thousands of spirit stones.
That was an extremely astonishing figure.
The Great Elder, Chen Xiu, hurried over and leaned close to Yan Changkong's ear.
"Sect Master, Yan Shan of the Blood Spirit Sect has arrived."
Chen Xiu hesitated for a moment, then added, "Would you like to meet him personally? The Blood Spirit Sect is, after all, the foremost great sect in Qing Province."
Hearing this, Yan Changkong sneered, anger appearing on his face as he shouted, "Their Blood Spirit Sect has oppressed us all this time! Most of the disciples who went out to gain experience died at the hands of the Blood Spirit Sect's people!"
"For several thousand years, our two sects have fought without cease. Great Elder, how many of our disciples have died at their hands?"
At the mention of these matters, Chen Xiu's expression also became ugly.
Yan Changkong continued, "Not to mention the distant past—eighty years ago, the Blood Spirit Sect caused trouble to seize one of our spirit veins and killed three hundred and twenty-eight disciples of our Xuanqing Sect."
"I remember every one of these blood debts!"
Chen Xiu hesitated for a moment before saying in a low voice, "Then shall I go drive them away?"
Yan Changkong shook his head.
Chen Xiu was utterly bewildered, unsure what he intended to do.
Yan Changkong said unhurriedly, "We should still go meet them. It's not wise to create more trouble right now."
"Give me another ten years, and I'll uproot the Blood Spirit Sect completely."
As he spoke, he rose from his chair with a smile and walked forward.
Chen Xiu watched his short back, his gaze complicated.
He and Yan Changkong had entered the sect together as disciples.
Chen Xiu's talent had been somewhat better.
At first, he had been more or less dissatisfied that Yan Changkong could become sect master.
But now, he admired this little fatty more and more.
The Xuanqing Sect had not lived well over the years. After all, it was a small sect, and being oppressed was commonplace.
The competition between sects was even more brutal and cold-blooded.
Yet under Yan Changkong's governance, although there had been no great development, the sect had steadily advanced while maintaining stability.
"Is he finally going to bare his fangs now?"
Chen Xiu asked himself, If I were sect master, could I do better?
After a moment, he shook his head, but his heart was filled with anticipation. His long-silent heart had also begun to burn!
The cultivators of this world felt an extremely strong sense of belonging to their sects.
It was no weaker than the sense of belonging some clan disciples felt toward their families.
To a cultivator, the sect was family!
It was the place that sheltered them as they grew.
No matter what realm many cultivators ultimately reached or how great their achievements became, they still treasured the sect they had once belonged to.
That was also why Yan Changkong had dared to stake his life on a gamble after learning that the Immortal Great Emperor was a disciple of the Xuanqing Sect.
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