Dragon-Offering!

Twin Luminous Mirrors in the sky.

A blazing golden sun, its flames swirling and radiating boundless light and heat, illuminated the entire sky.

A silvery-white moon, its clear light shining brightly, serene and tranquil, cast its silvery glow down, landing on the mountaintop and on Chen Lingxi.

The interplay of gold and silver light enveloped the entire world in a strange halo, like a celestial painting veiled in a thin gauze.

On a high peak within the territory of Yangjue Peak!

This peak is steep and sheer, with its upper half shrouded in thick clouds and mist, making the mountain appear even more majestic. It is like a sharp sword stuck upside down in the earth, piercing through the sea of clouds and pointing straight to the blue sky.

The mountaintop is covered with jagged rocks and barren of vegetation.

Chen Lingxi was on the mountaintop.

Beneath him was a mysterious and powerful formation.

The array patterns were as intricate as the sea, with spiritual light flowing slowly within them, intertwining with each other, vaguely forming a colossal cage covering the entire mountaintop.

He was trapped in the very center of this great formation, feeling an invisible and intangible pressure constantly pressing down on him, as if trying to firmly nail his Dao Origin, essence, and even Divine Sense to this small area, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, his face slightly pale and his breathing slightly disordered.

But his gaze remained calm and undisturbed.

Not far away, an old man sat cross-legged in the Void.

The old man was about sixty or seventy years old, with a thin face and wearing a faded gray Daoist robe. He looked quite shabby, just like an ordinary old temple caretaker in the countryside.

But as he sat there, his aura was as solid as a mountain, like an ancient statue perched in the Void, unmoved, no matter how the wind howled, it could not shake him in the slightest.

He closed his eyes, his breathing long and even, as if he had been sitting there for a long time, long enough to have become one with the mountain and the world.

This person was Elder Mo Ge.

Chen Lingxi's attention fell on the old man, and she felt that the man's aura was unfathomable.

He knew, of course, that Elder Mo Ge was here to guard him.

He took a deep breath, shifted his gaze from Elder Mo Ge, and looked back at the two bright mirrors hanging high above his head.

Twin Luminous Mirrors in the sky, proving that this place is still the Total Perception Divine Chamber.

Chen Lingxi closed her eyes and began to sort out what had happened during this Total Perception incident.

He has Total Perception for three days now.

Everything he had experienced in the past few days flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

"The Cauldron Vessel... it trapped me in an illusion, causing me to expose my true strength."

He silently recited it in his heart.

"That Cauldron Vessel is the key," Chen Lingxi muttered to himself. "After the Total Perception, we still need to be wary of the Sun Cauldron Vessel in the sky."

Chen Lingxi was deep in thought.

At that very moment.

The clouds and mist in the Void were thus dispelled.

It was as if an invisible hand reached down from the sky, parting the layers of clouds to reveal a straight path.

At the end of the road, a rainbow suddenly appeared.

A rainbow of light descended from the horizon, stretching across the sky and painting the sea of clouds above with a magnificent seven-colored hue.

The light was extremely soft, warm and smooth as jade, as if someone had crushed the clouds and scattered them into the Void.

Above the rainbow light, a figure gracefully arrived.

That was another woman.

She wore a gauze dress, the material of which was unknown, which shimmered with layers of rosy light in the sunlight, as if the most magnificent sunset had been cut from the sky and draped over her body.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, adorned with a tassel hairpin. The hairpin's head was a pearl the size of a thumb, and the tassels, woven from extremely fine gold thread, hung down beside her temples, swaying gently with her steps.

She was stunningly beautiful.

With eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, a high and straight nose, and distinct lip lines, she resembled a jade figure meticulously carved from the finest mutton-fat jade. Her face was so fair that it was almost transparent, like a piece of warm jade soaked in moonlight.

She had clearly lived for countless years, yet her face remained incredibly young, as if time had stood still on her, leaving no trace whatsoever.

What truly terrified Chen Lingxi was the aura emanating from her.

She simply stood there, not deliberately exuding any aura, yet the surrounding Void was subtly distorted.

Like ripples on the surface of water, it is silent and invisible, yet omnipresent, as if even the breath of heaven and earth is carefully supporting it.

Every inch of Void she traversed seemed to change because of her presence.

Chen Lingxi's pupils contracted slightly.

He felt the faint yet unfathomable pressure, and his heart surged with turbulent emotions.

With his current cultivation level, even a cultivator at the Dao Foundation Perfection Stage would not be able to give him this feeling.

But the woman, just standing there, was like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, making him feel a sense of insignificance and shame.

"True Person!"

He silently uttered those two words in his mind.

Only those who reach the Golden Grotto realm can be called True Person.

Chen Lingxi looked up and saw that the woman was also looking at him.

His eyes darted around, but it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

The woman descended slowly, stepping on rainbow light, and landed on the mountaintop.

Her gaze lingered on Chen Lingxi for a moment before shifting to Elder Mo Ge, who was sitting cross-legged in the Void.

Elder Mo Ge had already stood up and bowed respectfully to the woman from afar.

At that very moment, on the distant Yangjue Main Peak, the Yangjue Peak Master, accompanied by two elders, stood atop the peak and bowed to the woman from afar.

"Greetings, True Person Yu Jun!"

The group spoke in unison, their voices extremely respectful, echoing endlessly in the empty valley.

They were so respectful that they didn't even dare to look up at the woman; they simply stood bowed and dared not stand up.

Yangjue Peak Master is at the Dao Foundation Perfection Stage.

But at this moment, his posture was extremely respectful.

Then, Chu Yichan, stood not far away and also bowed.

"Yichan greets Master!"

True Person Yu Jun nodded slightly, without saying anything more.

With a flick of her sleeve, the great formation on the mountain collapsed and vanished.

The array was intricate with complex patterns and flowing spiritual light, covering the entire mountain peak. However, with a flick of Yu Jun True Person's sleeve, it crumbled and collapsed inch by inch, like a sand-built city wall encountering a flood, disappearing without a trace.

Chen Lingxi felt a lightness all over his body as the pressure of the array on him completely dissipated.

Then, a beam of Mystic Light shone from around Yu Jun, enveloping his entire True Person.

With True Person Yu Jun in front and Chen Lingxi and Chu Yichan behind, they drifted away into the sky, disappearing into the distance.

The speed of that Mystic Light was extremely fast.

Chen Lingxi felt the surrounding scenery rushing past him; mountains, rivers, cities, and seas of clouds all turned into blurry streaks of light and shadow, sweeping past him.

The wind howled in his ears, but it was blocked by the Mystic Light, and his robes did not even flutter.

He was clearly flying at high speed, yet he felt no wind resistance whatsoever, as if he wasn't flying at all, but rather the heavens and earth were making way for him.

"The speed at which this Mystic Light flies is many times faster than my Cloud-Riding Method," Chen Lingxi exclaimed inwardly.

"Even if an ordinary cultivator exhausted their entire life's cultivation, they probably couldn't catch up to one ten-thousandth of this Mystic Light."

He gazed at the figure walking on air ahead, at the back of the figure shrouded in Mystic Light, its robes fluttering, and a feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

No wonder the Golden Grotto Realm is called the True Person.

True Person, True Person.

The difference in a single realm is already so vast.

He had cultivated himself for so long and considered himself to have some foundation, but in the face of such an existence, he was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, so insignificant that he could almost be ignored.

"When... will I be able to cultivate to such a level?" Chen Lingxi asked himself.

The Mystic Light flew northwards, covering countless miles and crossing numerous mountains and rivers.

Until a vast, endless mountain range appeared ahead.

Dragon-Offering Sect.

The Dragon-Offering Sect is located in a vast area spanning thousands of miles, where there are seven peaks. In addition, there is a strange mountain that rises straight into the Void like a pillar of heaven.

Those mountains were extremely peculiar.

Unlike ordinary mountains that rise abruptly from the ground with overlapping peaks, it stands straight as a pillar, piercing the clouds.

Above the mountainside, the mountain becomes increasingly steep, eventually transforming into a pillar that soars into the Void, seemingly about to pierce the heavens.

The mountain's surface is as smooth as a mirror, with a very faint jade-like luster, as if it were not a rock, but a creation of nature polished by time for countless years.

Every few hundred feet, wisps of cloud would drift out.

The clouds did not dissipate, but condensed in the Void, resembling a platform.

Above the cloud-covered platforms, there are often numerous cave abode and buildings, which look extremely extraordinary. Some platforms are built with palaces, with upturned eaves and golden splendor.

Some platforms only have a few thatched cottages, with blue bricks and gray tiles, quiet and elegant.

A crane then flew among them, circling and lingering, occasionally uttering a clear and melodious cry.

From afar, the towering pillar resembles a giant tree reaching to the sky, while the cloud platforms are like fruits hanging heavily on its branches.

The clouds and mist swirled and flowed between the platforms, making the palaces and cave abode appear even more ethereal, like a fairyland on earth.

"This is the Dragon-Offering Sect," Chen Lingxi murmured to himself, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

True Person Yu Jun led Chen Lingxi to the highest point of the towering pillar, where they landed in a palace.

The palace was extremely magnificent.

The dome hangs high, resplendent in gold, and the ground is paved with solid lapis lazuli bricks that gleam like mirrors.

Huge brocade curtains, embroidered with dragon and cloud patterns, hung on the four walls, gleaming dimly in the candlelight.

The entire hall was eerily quiet, like a temple without any worshippers. Only the candlelight flickered silently, casting shadows on the walls, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Inside the palace, seven figures were seated.

The faces and figures of those seven people were all very blurry.

It was as if we were looking at them through a thick fog; we could only vaguely make out the outlines of each seated figure, but we couldn't see their faces clearly.

Only that faint, almost imperceptible aura revealed that they were no ordinary people.

They simply sat there, and the air in the entire palace seemed to freeze.

True Person Yu Jun walked up to the high platform in the center of the hall. With a flick of his sleeve, Chen Lingxi was enveloped by the Mystic Light and also landed on the high platform.

At that moment, one of the seven people suddenly frowned and stood up.

"Zhongmiao Dao Opportunity truly found in this person?" the man asked. "This person doesn't seem like much at all."

True Person Yu Jun nodded slightly and spoke softly.

"This person indeed possesses the fortuitous opportunity Immortal Husk, as known to Zhu Hengqu of Yangjue Peak through the Deferred-Jade Hanging Mirror."

Immortal Husk fortuitous opportunity...

The others all seemed quite surprised, looking at Chen Lingxi and then at the figure sitting at the head of the seven.

The figure remained seated there, motionless, from beginning to end.

He was like a clay or wooden sculpture enshrined in a shrine, as if everything in the temple had nothing to do with him.

But after everyone's eyes fell on him, the figure finally moved.

He slowly stood up.

Then, he suddenly Chen Lingxi lightly.

Chen Lingxi felt an invisible force fall on him, as if he were being gently touched by an unseen hand.

Before he could react, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

The dizziness came on so quickly that he didn't even have time to resist it.

He felt his consciousness rapidly sinking, as if he were falling into an endless darkness.

He was completely overwhelmed, and then he felt dizzy and fainted.

When Chen Lingxi woke up again, she felt a wave of dizziness.

He was still in a daze.

The dizziness had not completely dissipated; it was as if someone had struck a giant bell in his head, the ringing sound still lingering.

He frowned slightly, pressed his hand to his temple, and found that his arm was also light and airy, as if he couldn't muster any strength.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, warm and gentle, falling upon him, a stark contrast to the dark and somber palace he had just left.

"Where am I...?"

He barely managed to open his eyelids.

Before me stood a quiet and elegant house. The window frames were intact, and sunlight streamed in from outside, falling on the bluestone floor and casting warm, dappled patterns of light.

A few stalks of green bamboo can be vaguely seen outside the window, rustling in the wind.

A desk stood in the corner, on which lay an open scroll of Divine Ability texts, a few pages turned by the wind.

Not far away, a lovely and beautiful woman with pigtails and wearing a Daoist robe was smiling at him with her hands behind her back.

She looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with exquisitely beautiful features. Her eyes curved into crescent moons, and her smile was as bright and charming as a peach blossom in early spring.

She was wearing a Daoist robe, which should have given her an air of otherworldly elegance, but her hands behind her back, head tilted, and smiling demeanor brought out a touch of girlish playfulness in the robe.

"Senior brother, you're awake?"

The woman spoke, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a touch of girlish charm.

Chen Lingxi was slightly taken aback.

The excruciating pain in his head still left him feeling somewhat dazed.

He stared at the unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar face before him, his mind going blank.

But then, as if remembering something, a slight smile appeared on his face.

"Junior Sister Lingyu"

The name came out of his mouth with a natural familiarity, as if he had called it countless times.

Upon hearing this, Lingyu Sister Lingyu's crescent-shaped eyes shone even brighter, and her smile deepened.

"Senior brother, you're finally awake! You slept for two whole days!"

Chen Lingxi nodded slightly, without saying a word.

His gaze passed over Lingyu and landed outside the window.

The Twin Luminous Mirrors in the sky still hang high.

A blazing golden sun and a silvery moon cast their brilliant beams of light upon the world.

Chen Lingxi's pupils narrowed slightly, then returned to normal.

He slowly stood up, his memories gradually returning to his mind.

Memories flooded in like a tide, gradually filling that blank space.

Those originally blurry fragments gradually became clear, as if someone had unfolded a scroll in his mind, redrawing his past stroke by stroke.

here...

This is Dragon-Offering Sect [Deer-Sleeping Peak].

He is a disciple of the peak.

He was struck by lightning and fell into a coma while practicing the Divine Ability Thunder-Prison Heaven, and has just woken up.

Chen Lingxi narrowed her eyes.

He glanced at Lingyu, then looked at the two bright mirrors hanging high outside the window, his eyes calm and serene.

The Twin Luminous Mirrors still hung in the sky, one a blazing gold, the other a silvery white.

"The Total Perception Divine Chamber..." he murmured to himself, "Is not over yet."

"But many more memories have appeared in my mind."

A glint of light flashed in Chen Lingxi's eyes.

"What kind of mysterious Cauldron Vessel is this, or what kind of profound supernatural Divine Ability?"