A Letter to Bring You the News

The islands of the Purple Mansion Continent, the Wood Duke Temple.

Since High Antiquity times, when Wood Duke ascended to the position of Lesser Yang and became the first pure Immortal Dao Golden Core True Lord since the beginning of the immortal Immortal Dao, this place has been a sacred place of Immortal Dao, ranking alongside West Kunlun, Penglai Island, Mount Zhongnan.

Many Loose Immortal, especially male immortals, gathered here. Later, the masters of the Purple Mansion Continent were all those who ascended to the ranks of Lesser Yang Guo, Yu, or Cong.

Later, many more True Lord of Purple Qi came here to ascend to their positions. In particular, several decades ago True Lord Zique ascended to the Purple Qi Purple Qi Attainment Rank here by embracing the wonders of Lesser Yang, which added even more mystical power to this place.

Purple Qi Island.

Even decades later, the place where the True Lord Zique ascended to the throne still exudes Purple Qi.

Today, a cave abode on the island opened wide, and a female cultivator dressed in purple robes and wearing a white jade crown slowly walked out of the cave abode. Her aura was vast and powerful, clearly indicating that her cultivation had improved, and she smiled happily.

But just moments after she stepped out of the cave abode, several streaks of light flew over and landed in front of her, revealing a group of maids dressed in white.

The leader carried a wooden basket containing several mulberries that radiated Lesser Yang mystical light—unlike the snow-red color of ordinary mulberries, these mulberries had a bluish-white hue, which was characteristic of Lesser Yang.

The head maidservant quickly stepped forward, approached the purple-clad female cultivator, gave a slight bow, and smiled:

"Congratulations, True Person Zilin! Great joy, great joy, great joy!"

Upon hearing this, Zilin was taken aback.

These maids, relying on being from the Purple Mansion Continent and serving under the immortals, didn't really take her seriously, even though she was the True Lord's own sister.

Why is she so enthusiastic today? Even if she has broken through to the third supernatural Divine Ability and reached the mid- Purple Mansion Middle Stage, it shouldn't be like this—after all, this maid is on duty in the Purple Mansion Palace, specifically responsible for receiving and relaying documents from the current Lesser Yang Immortal, and her own cultivation is even higher than hers; she is Great True Person with the Four Divine Abilities.

Seeing Zilin's slight surprise, the maid smiled and said, "It seems Furong forgot. The True Person has been in seclusion all these years. Judging from the True Person's aura, he must have just broken through to the Three Divine Ability and reached the Purple Mansion Middle Stage. He probably doesn't know about the outside world..."

But before she could finish speaking, Zilin interrupted her:

What happened in the outside world?

Upon hearing this, Furong paused for a moment before smiling and saying, "True Person, you may not know this, but five years ago, Qingyan True Lord True Lord ascended to the rank of Rainbow Clouds on Mount Zhongnan, changing Rainbow Clouds to Heavenly Clouds. I heard my master say that once True Lord breaks through, they reach the peak of True Lord cultivation. If one wishes, one can probably quickly enter the Dao Embryo and cultivate into an immortal."

Upon hearing this, Zilin was stunned, an expression of disbelief appearing on her face, and she murmured:

"Qingyan... which family's True Lord is he?"

Seeing this, Furong teased, "True Person, have you been in seclusion for too long and forgotten—it is your dao companion, Qingyan True Lord Qixia Temple in the Zhongnan Dao Lineage."

After saying that, seeing that Zilin was still in a daze, she continued:

"I hope you will not take offense, True Lord True Person. Since you have ascended to the throne, I dare not address you by True Lord secular name, which has almost caused True Person to misunderstand..."

Zilin's handsome face finally snapped out of its daze, and he asked:

Are you sure, fellow Daoist?

Upon hearing the address "fellow Daoist," Furong was overjoyed. Although she was an attendant under the immortal, she was still considered half a disciple. Perhaps one day she could ask to become a servant god, and her status would be no lower than that of the True Lord's own sister.

How could he possibly be as lucky as this person in front of him?

His elder sister is True Lord, his dao companion is also True Lord, and both are True Lord of the Fruition Position. It is said that they have all received tremendous benefits in Mount Zhongnan.

Then he laughed and said, "How could I deceive you, fellow Daoist?"

Then she lifted the basket in her hand and said, "Seeing that you, True Person, have emerged from seclusion, I specially went to the Fusang tree to pick some mulberries to bring to you, fellow Daoist, to celebrate your breakthrough in cultivation and your ascension to the position of True Lord."

Upon hearing this, Zilin, though delighted, suppressed her smile, knowing that the mulberries had to be accepted; how could the Purple Mansion easily give away mulberries from Fusang?

It must have been instructed by that Shaowei.

So he said, "Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist. Please convey my thanks to Shaowei. I am in a hurry to return to Qixia, so I will not chat with you any longer."

After saying this, she took the wooden basket and added, "If you have time, come to Qixia to find me. If you are not there, then go to Mount Lao and Zhongnan."

Furong said:

"I won't bother you any longer today, fellow Daoist. I suppose absence makes the heart grow fonder..."

Upon hearing this, a blush rose on Zilin's fair face, and she said first:

"Fellow Daoist is joking."

That being said, the blush on her face and the tone of her voice betrayed her true feelings.

Upon seeing this, Furong raised her sleeve to cover her face and chuckled softly.

Zilin was momentarily immersed in the joy of Su Yao becoming True Lord and hadn't thought of it before. But after Furong reminded her, she immediately remembered something and laughed and scolded, "You, Su Yao, you said you wouldn't lie to me again, but you actually went straight to Mount Zhongnan to ask for gold."

Having said that, she looked at Furong and said, "Fellow Daoist, I shall take my leave now." Without waiting for Furong's reply, she transformed into Purple Qi and headed towards Qixia.

Behind her, Furong watched Zilin leave, and the smile on her face gradually faded.

She True Qi.

Heavenly Clouds's ascension to immortality was a good thing for her—but the Immortal Truth she cultivated was now being replaced by a divine emperor sitting on the True Qi Fruition Divine Truth.

She has no hope of ascending the throne. Whether she ascends, follows, seeks the remainder, or goes to her own path, that emperor will certainly not allow outsiders to touch her True Qi.

If she hadn't been a disciple of an immortal, her death would have been the moment she achieved the Four Divine Abilities of the Purple Mansion.

I am only able to survive now because of the protection of immortals.

Divine Core... sigh, I wonder if she'll ever get a share of that Immortal Truth Qi Golden Nature in the treasury.

If she were to attempt to obtain gold, that emperor would likely demolish the Mysterious Heaven Palace, denying her even the chance to condense the Golden Nature.

One can only hope for that Golden Nature and seek a Divine Core.

It's a pity she was born too late. In earlier years, there were still vacancies in the realm of immortals, so she could have sought Human Immortal immortal... and then left this realm with the immortals.

She shook her head, picked up the empty basket, and turned to walk towards the Purple Mansion Palace.

The Nanzhao, which once landed on Golden Ao Mountain on the Cibi Lake, took off five years ago and has been hovering in the air ever since.

On one side, to the Enzhao Mountain, a Buddhist temple sits.

A cave abode behind them slowly opened, revealing a withered old monk, none other than the Cixin A-Luohan who had escaped from the White Horse Temple.

As soon as he emerged from the pass, he saw the Golden Ao Mountain floating in the air, and he was greatly alarmed. He immediately cast a spell and made Hand Seals.

A moment later, a golden light descended from the sky, transforming into a middle-aged monk dressed in a red kasaya, displaying unmistakable Luohan cultivation.

Cixin looked at the newcomer and quickly asked, "Yiwen, what happened during my seclusion...?"

He paused, then turned his gaze to the Golden Ao Mountain that was suspended in the air.

Upon hearing Yiwen clasped his hands together and said, "Reporting to my master, five years ago, that person from Qixia Temple... ascended to the position of True Lord in Mount Zhongnan, changing Rainbow Clouds to Heavenly Clouds and Jinxian to Xian."

He paused, then continued, "Three years ago, the informant left behind by White Horse brought news that the Old Devil at the Mount Zhongnan was dead, and the Daoist Dao Lord of Jieshi had gained immense benefits and become Heavenly Venerable. The patriarch's hopes were now dashed."

Upon hearing this, Cixin sighed repeatedly.

Upon seeing Yiwen Wen added, "The fact that Golden Ao Mountain is suspended here must be the work of that True Lord. However... the disciples that the True Lord took in in Nanzhao are still in seclusion in the mountain seeking the Purple Mansion. They probably haven't succeeded yet, so although the mountain has risen, it hasn't left."

Upon hearing this, Cixin waved his hand, "Don't comfort me. The Patriarch's last wish is just a hope for us, after all, even if the Patriarch were alive, he couldn't have fulfilled it." He paused, then asked, "Is there any gift to be sent to the True Lord upon his ascension?"

Yiwen stated, "It was delivered. But only the mountain god remained in the mountains; he didn't come out to meet us, he only sent a boy to collect the gifts."

Cixin nodded and was about to speak when suddenly, a violent surge of spiritual energy came, and the Blazing Fire emanated from Golden Ao Mountain.

The two looked up and saw that on Golden Ao Mountain, fiery Blazing Fire surged across the sky, dyeing the horizon crimson.

"Is it done?" Yiwen asked.

Before Cixin could answer, suddenly, three more bursts of spiritual energy surged forth, followed by three Blazing Fire shooting into the sky.

Seeing this, Cixin laughed and said, "Yiwen, do you see? This is good fortune. A meteoric rise. I've also seen the four disciples that the True Lord left here. Their aptitude is only so-so, barely enough to reach the Purple Mansion realm. But now that the True Lord has ascended to the throne, these four are clearly affected by the True Lord's destiny. Otherwise, only one of them should have succeeded, instead of all four."

He paused, gazing at the four Blazing Fire, and slowly recited:

Fate is like a game of chess, unpredictable; it transforms into a dragon when it encounters wind and rain.

Upon hearing this, Yiwen shook his head. "They are merely four Purple Mansion cultivators; they have no impact on the overall situation of heaven and earth."

Cixin shook his head and said, "How many people seek the Purple Mansion but fail to attain it? How many heroes, due to a slight misfortune, live and die in ignorance?"

Upon hearing Yiwen lowered his head.

Cixin gazed at the four gradually receding Blazing Fire on Golden Ao Mountain, remained silent for a moment, and then said:

"Before the Purple Mansion Gate, bones form a mountain; how many can pass through this Mysterious Pass?"

Many heroes were trapped in ignorance, dying with regret for their ill-fated lives.

Once the winds of change blow, it will transform into a dragon and soar to the highest heavens.

Don't say that fate has no basis; destiny has always existed among humankind.

Beside him, Yiwen clasped his hands together, remaining silent.

Nearly two hundred years have passed outside Golden Ao Mountain. Once again, the Great Void here shimmered with light, and dozens of Purple Mansion True Person from the surrounding area gathered here again.

Three figures stood silently at the back of the crowd.

In the center is a woman dressed in priestly attire, none other than Meng Shixi, a priestess of the Nanzhao.

If Yang Xiu and the others were here, they would surely sigh that the once handsome priest now shows signs of aging.

She slowly opened her mouth, seemingly speaking to the person behind her, yet also seemingly talking to herself:

"Chaoxue, Polu, do you two regret not following the True Lord to Qixia back then, and instead choosing to return to Heaven of Inheriting Sagehood?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in white on the right smiled and said:

"In those days, I did not follow the rosy dawn, but instead returned to the depths of the camellia forest."

"May the spring of Heaven of Inheriting Sagehood be beautiful, and may I not regret that my initial aspirations have not been fulfilled."

The burly man on the left scratched his head and grinned foolishly:

"Wherever Chaoxue goes, I will go."

After saying this, the woman in white glared at him fiercely, then looked at the woman in the center:

"Priest, it's almost time; we must return to Heaven of Inheriting Sagehood."

Meng Shixi nodded.

But then, a sudden fragrance of camellias wafted over. The three were startled, and then they saw that their dwelling place had been covered by Subterranean Water. So they bowed and said:

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

As the words fell, a mysterious voice emanated from the invisible and colorless fragrance of camellias:

"I've said it many times, don't call me 'My King' anymore!"

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately lowered their heads, not daring to look up.

A moment later, the mysterious voice said again, "I noticed the Heavenly Serpent Staff was making a constant rumbling sound earlier, so Xuemin should be coming out of seclusion soon. You should all go to Cang Mountain and wait for him."

Upon hearing this, Meng Shixi's somewhat aged face suddenly lit up with radiance, and she beamed with joy.

In the distance, a cold light and the Great Yang Mysterious Light rushed towards them.

Looking towards Golden Ao Mountain, a man's voice echoed from within the Cold Qi:

"Zichuan, it seems all four of them have succeeded. Qingzhu was indeed a prophet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man's voice came from within the Great Yang Mysterious Light:

"Yes. Back then, the seven of us went up Golden Ao Mountain and entered Qixia Temple. Now, all seven of us have reached the Purple Mansion, which is a joyous occasion."

As he finished speaking, the deep male voice, tinged with Cold Qi, rang out again. "Zichuan, you and I... were both harmed by outsiders, unable to cultivate the Rainbow Clouds Cultivation. While we may benefit from the Abbot's ascension, we ultimately cannot compare to Lu Yuan..."

Zichuan remained silent for a moment.

He recalled his initial resentment when he first joined Qixia. Why was Lu Yuan, who always ranked third in the assessments, able to receive the Rainbow Clouds Dao?

He and Ren Han were always first and second, and thus received the Great Yang and Cold Qi respectively.

But it was later discovered that they all had been manipulated by outsiders.

After a moment, he responded in a low voice:

Everyone has their own destiny...

As soon as he finished speaking, Ren Han's voice rang out again. "Yes, everyone has their own destiny. The two of us came to pick up our four junior brothers and sisters, while Lu Yuan went to pick up the True Lord's own nephew... There are clearly different reasons for this..."

Upon hearing this, Zichuan said with displeasure, "Ren Han, watch your words."

Ren Han replied, "I'm just blaming them for choosing the two of us specifically and for using such methods on us..."

Upon hearing this, Zichuan fell silent, but quickened his pace and disappeared into Golden Ao Mountain.

Above Shouwei Mountain Shouwei Mountain was originally peaceful, bursts of red Li Fire erupted, sometimes transforming into the light of civilization, and sometimes manifesting ancient images.

Halfway up the mountain, Lu Yuan towards Nanzhao, his face full of sorrow, and whispered:

"I only hope that Senior Brother Ren Han and Junior Brother Zichuan won't hold any grudges... but there's nothing I can do about it. If I could do it all over again, I would rather not cultivate Rainbow Clouds Rainbow Clouds and give the opportunity to cultivate it to the two of them, but alas..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall the time they spent on Golden Ao Mountain before they joined Qi Refinement Qixia and began their Qi Refining journey...

Just as he was pondering this, a figure dressed in red appeared not far behind him:

"Senior Brother Lu Yuan, what brings Shouwei today?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan realized his lapse in composure, having failed to notice that his Mingcheng had arrived behind him.

Although Su Mingcheng was not included in the Qixia lineage, he was True Lord's nephew and a few years younger than him, so it was normal for him to address him as a fellow disciple.

Turning around, he looked at Su Mingcheng and smiled:

"Qingzhu calculated that my junior brother would break through to the Purple Mansion in the next few days, so he sent me to welcome him."

Su Mingcheng was greatly alarmed upon hearing this.

He knew perfectly well that his family relied entirely on his uncle, and dared not trouble the disciples of the Immortal Temple... Just as he was about to refuse, he heard Lu Yuan:

"First, congratulations to Junior Brother on achieving the Purple Mansion and enjoying a lifespan of 2,500 years; second, congratulations to Junior Brother on becoming a relative of the True Lord five years ago, making him the person with the closest blood relation to the True Lord in the world."

Upon hearing this, Su Mingcheng was stunned for a moment before saying:

"Uncle is done?"

Lu Yuan nodded in acknowledgment.

After speaking, Su Mingcheng did not respond. Instead, Su Mingcheng turned around and transformed into Li Fire, drifting towards the back mountain.

Lu Yuan was taken aback when he saw this, then followed.

Upon arriving at the back of the mountain, they saw Su Mingcheng kneeling before the top few graves, weeping:

"Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, uncle—He became..."

Seeing this, Lu Yuan stopped in his tracks.

A mountain breeze rustled through the old pine trees in front of the grave.

Su Mingcheng's cries were not loud, but they were like a dull knife, cutting into the wind bit by bit.

Lu Yuan stood at a distance and did not approach.

He suddenly remembered that when he joined Qixia, Su Yao was only at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The abbot was quite friendly to his disciples, but Lu Yuan couldn't forget his spirited and dashing appearance.

Now Su Yao has become True Lord, Heavenly Clouds has established order, and his name is known throughout the world.

But in Lu Yuan's eyes, the Su Mingcheng kneeling before the grave, crying like a child, suddenly overlapped with that of Su Yao, who stood spiritedly on Golden Ao Mountain years ago.

He sighed softly, turned and headed down the mountain, leaving Su Mingcheng alone on the peak.

After a long while, Su Mingcheng finally got up from in front of the grave, wiped his face haphazardly with his sleeve, and turned around, his eyes still red.

Then he headed down the mountain, and when he reached the mountainside, he saw Lu Yuan still waiting, so he forced a smile:

"I've kept you waiting, senior brother."

Lu Yuan shook his head:

"Soon."

Su Mingcheng looked down at his hands and suddenly said:

"Senior brother, where is my uncle now...?"

Lu Yuan thought for a moment and said, "Zhongnan."

Su Mingcheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them walked down the mountain, one in front of the other.

The Li Fire in the sky had gradually subsided, and Shouwei Mountain was slowly returning to its usual tranquility. However, as Lu Yuan behind, watching Su Mingcheng's red-clad figure from behind, a thought suddenly surfaced in his mind:

The True Lord traveled south from Qixia Mountain, a journey that took him more than ten years, fighting his way through the mountains, before finally reaching Zhongnan.

Now that his nephew has become Purple Mansion, the first thing he does is kneel before the grave to announce the news.

The True Lord has gone too far down this path.

So far away, even good news could only be shared by talking to a grave.

A poem says:

On the Purple Mansion Continent, mulberries ripen, Fusang begin to sprout green branches.

Unaware of the passing years while in seclusion.

Suddenly hearing of the newly established order, I find myself torn between anger and joy.

Four fires rise atop Golden Ao Mountain, as old friends go their separate ways.

Tears fall at the grave of my youth.

Ten years of trials and tribulations, a single letter conveys my gratitude.