Southern Region of Qing Province, Gathering at Xuanqing Sect!

"Oh?"

Great Elder Wei Yuan's expression turned solemn as he murmured, "If only there were black silk, it would be perfect?"

After pacing a few steps, he suddenly turned around: "The Holy Venerable's talent and brilliance! They are both once-in-ten-thousand-year occurrences for our Sacred Land."

"However!"

"In the eyes of the Immortal Great Emperor, it still lacks black silk to reach a state of perfection."

Wei Yuan's expression grew increasingly grave: "It is evident that this black silk must be an extraordinary item."

The group of elders pondered for a long while, nodding repeatedly.

Yuan Ruoyu vaguely felt that something was not quite right, but she could not put her finger on it.

Wei Yuan let his thoughts wander, and the more he thought, the more he felt he had found the right direction, so he immediately said in a deep voice:

"Holy Venerable!"

"This matter is of great importance; I believe we should take action immediately."

Yuan Ruoyu asked: "How does the Great Elder suggest we proceed?"

A flash of light flickered in the depths of Wei Yuan's eyes:

"In two steps. First, send people to consult ancient texts, hoping to find some records regarding black silk."

"Second, immediately order people to head to the Xuanqing Sect in Qing Province."

Wei Yuan looked at Yuan Ruoyu with great interest and explained: "After all, that is the sect where the Great Emperor once resided; perhaps there will be some clues there."

Yuan Ruoyu also felt it made sense and immediately agreed.

Her calm voice echoed throughout the hall: "Everything shall be done according to the Great Elder's wishes!"

"However, do not antagonize the Xuanqing Sect."

A scene like this was not only happening in the Jade Pool Holy Land.

Almost the entire cultivation world of the Eastern Profound Continent was racking their brains, trying to decipher the contents of the Immortal Diary.

Of course, everyone had their own interpretations!

Primordial Holy Land.

Under a towering ancient tree, a group of people were also holding the contents of the Immortal Diary, deep in thought.

Looking at those unheard-of terms.

Each of them wore a troubled expression!

The Great Elder of the Primordial Holy Land, Xiao Changqing, was a man of impatient temperament, and the more he looked, the angrier he became!

He cursed angrily: "Grass? What kind of grass is it exactly! Can't you just be clear about it?"

"Grass! Grass! I'm going to grass!"

Liyue Immortal Dynasty.

Gathering Immortal Hall.

Empress Ye Qingge sat upright on the imperial throne, her face cold as she scanned the ministers below.

At this moment, the imperial court was in a state of chaos.

"I believe that a Transmigrator must be a specific type of group, and perhaps the Immortal Great Emperor became a member of it."

"What kind of group? Are you saying there are many people in this world like the Immortal Great Emperor?"

"This..."

"To decipher the diary, I think the Golden Finger is the key!"

"Isn't the system the key?"

"Is black silk not important?"

"Is the Soul Grandpa not important?"

"Uh, that's not what I meant!"

A trace of impatience appeared on Ye Qingge's face as she turned her gaze toward the Prime Minister, Gongsun Mu.

"Gongsun Mu, what do you think?"

The hall fell silent at once.

Gongsun Mu appeared to be an old man, but his spirit was extremely vigorous, and he immediately stepped forward and said:

"Your Majesty!"

"The Immortal Great Emperor was no mortal; to fully decipher the diary he left behind is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingge became interested and said calmly: "Then what is the meaning of Grand Secretary Gongsun?"

"Your subject believes it is better to break them down one by one!"

Gongsun Mu pondered for a moment before speaking again: "Send people to search the Immortal Dynasty for those born with a Golden Finger, cultivate them with priority, and observe their changes!"

"If we strike at a single point to break the whole, perhaps we might gain something."

Ye Qingge thought for a moment; there was truly no other way at present, so she nodded and said, "Granted!"

In a desolate, uninhabited place.

Suddenly, an old man with a youthful face and crane-white hair rushed out from the mountain forest, carrying a massive wine gourd on his back.

The old man sprinted barefoot, scratching his head from time to time.

Within a few breaths...

The old man crossed mountains and ridges, arriving at a mountain peak dozens of miles away.

He stopped and let out a long howl toward the sky: "I cannot decipher this diary! I cannot decipher it!"

"Pfft--"

After the roar, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward onto the ground.

Not long after.

A group of people wearing uniform attire arrived, and the woman in the lead said in a delicate voice, "Grand Martial Uncle! Grand Martial Uncle, are you alright?"

"Oh no, he has suffered a cultivation deviation. Do not move him, notify the elders of the sect to come at once!"

Qing Province, Southern Region.

Xuanqing Sect.

Sect Master Yan Changkong was frowning, pacing back and forth, sighing and groaning from time to time.

The Immortal Great Emperor was once a disciple of their sect!

This news was truly too shocking, leaving him feeling dazed even now.

Although that was six thousand years ago.

But six thousand years is neither long nor short, at least for a mortal.

That would be dozens of lifetimes.

But for a powerful cultivator or a sect, what does it amount to?

Some great experts spend over a thousand years in a single seclusion; six thousand years is just a few more seclusions.

Although Xuanqing Sect is a small sect in Qing Province.

When it comes to historical origins, they were once glorious and have produced Body Integration stage cultivators.

The sect has been passed down for nearly eighty thousand years.

"Sigh..."

Yan Changkong sighed; this matter was extraordinary. If handled poorly, it could lead to the destruction of the sect!

He did the math.

The time the Immortal Great Emperor spent at Xuanqing Sect was when his grandmaster was the sect leader; he hadn't even been born yet.

Yet he never expected such a massive bombshell to be dropped on him now.

"However, if this matter is utilized well, it could also bring great benefits to the development of the sect!"

Yan Changkong calculated in his heart. He was of medium build and slightly plump, with a gleam of brilliance flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, a disciple came to report.

"Report to the Sect Master!"

"We have finally found some clues regarding the Immortal Great Emperor, though due to the passage of time, there are not many records left."

Yan Changkong's expression shifted. Without a word, his figure flashed, and he arrived in a grand hall.

Thousands of people were searching through the sect's registered data and jade slips.

That's right.

Xuanqing Sect was an exception; the busiest task lately wasn't deciphering the diary, but rather searching for information.

They hoped to uncover the true identity of the Immortal Great Emperor from six thousand years ago.

A grey-robed elder walked up holding a piece of yellowed paper and said:

"Sect Master, based on the clues mentioned in the diary and after layers of screening and investigation, we have finally found it."

"It is fortunate that there were not many outer sect disciples back then!"

Yan Changkong acknowledged him and took the yellow paper to read it directly.

Outer Sect Disciple Registry:

Name: Lin Feng.

Talent: Ordinary.

Cultivation Method: Mystic Clarity Art.

Background: None!

As for the rest, there were some records, such as what cultivation techniques or spells Lin Feng had borrowed from the Scripture Library of the sect back in the day.

Yan Changkong's face turned green after reading it, and he asked, "That's it?"

The gray-robed elder replied, "That's it!"

This dossier contained basically no important information; it would have been better to have nothing at all.

Yan Changkong lowered his head, his eyes flashing with sharp light.

After a long while, he suddenly looked up and said:

"This information won't do. Who would believe that the Immortal Great Emperor had such an ordinary past?"

The gray-robed elder asked, "Then what should we do?"

Yan Changkong gritted his teeth: "Polish it up a bit."

"His talent certainly cannot be written as ordinary; it must be supreme. Writing it as ordinary was only to protect him!"

"Add some interesting anecdotes about his cultivation, biographical details, comments from his masters, and so on."

The gray-robed elder nodded: "Sect Master, I understand!"

Yan Changkong wasn't finished yet and continued: "Following what I just said, prepare ten thousand copies of the dossier first."

"Also!"

"The cave dwelling where the Immortal Great Emperor once lived, the place where he bathed, and even the latrine where he relieved himself must all be clearly identified!"

The gray-robed elder looked troubled: "He was only an outer sect disciple; how could he have a cave dwelling?"

"He must have one! And label it the Former Residence of the Great Emperor, do you understand?"

"Understood!"

And so, for the next few days, the entire Xuanqing Sect began to bustle with activity.

Dossiers on the Great Emperor were copied out one after another.

Within the sect, many places were cordoned off: the Former Residence of the Great Emperor, the Great Emperor Bathing Pool, the Great Emperor Latrine, the rock the Great Emperor liked to sit on the most...

Even a half-dead old tree basked in the glory and was placed under special protection.

Because the Great Emperor had been mischievous and climbed that tree once!

Two more days passed.

"Dong!"

A loud bell rang throughout the Xuanqing Sect.

Yan Changkong's eyes snapped open, and the next moment, a sect disciple rushed in anxiously to report!

"Sect Master!"

"People from the Jade Pool Holy Land have arrived!"

Before long, another disciple came: "Sect Master, the Black Bird Guard of the Liyue Immortal Dynasty is here!"

"Sect Master, people from the Primordial Holy Land have arrived!"

"Sect Master, the Ancient Clan Jiang Clan, Zuo Clan, and Hua Clan have arrived together!"

"Sect Master, there are many elders from other sects as well. Shouldn't you go and take a look?"

Yan Changkong waved his hand, and the disciple retreated.

Only then did he stand up from his chair, his legs trembling slightly and his scalp tingling!

Although Yan Changkong was a sect master who had lived for over three thousand years, when had he ever seen such a scene?