Ch. 1346 - Wu Zhaodi Captured

“How could you not know?” asked the Bright Mirror Saint Sovereign immediately.

“Because I left before the Ancient Demon Realm was destroyed,” Xu Zimo replied. “But roughly estimating, for the Heavenly Court to annihilate the Ancient Demon Realm, they would need at least two Sage Monarchs.”

After all, Hellfire Asura was guarding that realm, and the Ancient Demon Realm itself possessed a unique, powerful environment. Without two Sage Monarchs, there was no way to defeat Hellfire Asura.

At those words, everyone’s pupils contracted sharply.

“That’s quite an outrageous statement,” the Demon-Refining Saint Sovereign said, frowning slightly.

“What’s wrong Fellow Daoist, are you afraid?” Zi Yan asked calmly, smiling faintly.

“Not afraid,” the Demon-Refining Saint Sovereign shook his head. “I’m simply curious, why must Daoist Violet Mist choose to attempt her breakthrough now, right at the height of this turmoil? The Heavenly Court just wiped out the Ancient Demon Realm, and their main forces are still stationed in the Godfiend Abyss Heaven. Attempting a breakthrough at such a time seems unwise. If you waited until the storm calmed, wouldn’t your chances of success be higher?”

“That’s right,” said the Bright Mirror Saint Sovereign. “Daoist Violet Mist has waited so long already, why rush now?”

He, too, felt this was not the right time.

In truth, the Heavenly Court had influence lingering in every corner of the Nine Heavens. These remnants represented both their will and their intelligence network, whenever something major occurred across the realms, the Heavenly Court would be the first to know.

Although these forces were not powerful, their presence made many uneasy.

That was why the others tried to dissuade Zi Yan, believing that if she waited a little longer, her odds would be better.

“I understand that logic,” Zi Yan said with a helpless smile, “but I have my reasons, and I have no choice. There’s no room for negotiation, I must break through today. If any of you fear the consequences, you may withdraw now. I will not hold it against you.”

“Forget it,” the Bright Mirror Saint Sovereign sighed. “Since we’re already here, there’s no turning back.”

“Agreed,” said the Demon-Refining Saint Sovereign. “But the reward Daoist Violet Mist promised us must not be lacking.”

Although they feared the Heavenly Court, this was still the Godfiend Abyss Heaven, not the Heavenly Court’s own Calamity Immortal Heaven.

“With our unity, how could we fail?” Zi Yan smiled, then gave her instructions. “City Lord He, please entertain our guests for a while. I have something to discuss privately with Young Master Xu.”

Zi Yan led Xu Zimo to a secluded spot near the edge of a deep pit.

She smiled faintly. “Young Master Xu, as promised, I will now give you half of the Wind God’s inheritance. I’ll entrust the matter of guarding the path to you.”

Xu Zimo nodded slightly.

Zi Yan closed her eyes, and the world fell silent.

The next moment, a soft breeze swept through the air. It was so gentle, so subtle, then suddenly, her eyes snapped open.

Her pupils had turned cyan, triangular and vertical like a divine beast’s. Her black hair shimmered, transforming into flowing strands of blue-green silk under the influence of a mysterious power.

Her hair, like endless rivers, floated around her, ethereal and eternal.

“I will pass half of the Wind God’s inheritance to you,” Zi Yan said solemnly. “But understand this well: inheritance is not a mere technique or power, it is a Dao. It is the Dao sought by the Ancient Gods, the law they seized from the heavens themselves.”

The cyan radiance around her grew brighter and brighter until it condensed into countless glowing runes. These runes pulsed with life, each one wrapped in a cluster of light.

Soon, they gathered together, forming what looked like an immortal scripture.

From that scripture flowed endless Dao rhythm, the resonance of the Grand Dao echoing across the void.

Under Zi Yan’s control, the scripture surrounded Xu Zimo, and a mysterious, profound force enveloped him.

His mind cleared completely. He felt the presence of the wind, gentle, warm, and boundless, wrapping around him.

All things in existence had wind.

The wind was everywhere.

Even walking stirred faint breezes. Every exhale of breath, every sigh, carried the rhythm of wind.

At that moment, Xu Zimo felt as though he controlled the entire world.

The wind he had never truly sensed before now flowed as freely as his own limbs, completely at his command.

But the wondrous state lasted only a short while before it suddenly vanished.

He awoke abruptly, opening his eyes to a world that felt subtly changed, though he could not say how.

He knew this was because he had only received half the inheritance. He could sense the Dao, but could not yet wield it.

“How does it feel, Young Master Xu?” Zi Yan asked with a smile.

“It’s… extraordinary,” Xu Zimo replied in admiration.

“Come,” Zi Yan said lightly. “We shouldn’t keep the others waiting.”

As they walked, Xu Zimo suddenly asked, “I heard the Wind God once tried to destroy the world.”

Zi Yan stopped in her tracks.

She shook her head slowly. “That was never my ancestor’s intention. But once certain things come to pass, even the gods themselves cannot stop them.”

“So High Heaven struck him down,” Xu Zimo said quietly.

“That was long ago,” Zi Yan replied with a small smile. “If the young master is truly curious, you can investigate it yourself.” She turned toward the altar.

The two of them rejoined the others.

Zi Yan stepped onto the altar, her expression solemn. The once-still altar erupted with powerful waves of primordial energy.

“My friends, I will leave you here,” said He Changkong with a light chuckle. “The Heavenly Court is approaching, and with my meager strength, I can’t do much to help.”

He turned and left, and no one tried to stop him.

Only Xu Zimo’s gaze deepened, his thoughts unreadable.

In the endless void, Miss Jing sat upon a lotus blossom. The golden petals surrounded her, bathing her in divine light.

Her face was serene, almost sacred, like a living bodhisattva. Countless other lotuses floated down around her, filling the sky as the Great Dao itself coiled protectively about her form.

After a long time, she exhaled softly and opened her eyes.

This place, this domain, was a void outside reality, undetectable by even the strongest beings.

She looked into the depths of the emptiness. She had awoken from meditation because someone had arrived.

The Moon-Pluck Fairy approached, her expression blank, her figure drifting through layer upon layer of space. Beneath her feet, the Dao unfurled endlessly.

In her hand, she carried a person.

If Xu Zimo had been present, he would have recognized her immediately, the one being carried was none other than Wu Zhaodi.

“I told you not to bring anyone here,” Miss Jing said, frowning.

“I’ve tracked down his whereabouts,” the Moon-Pluck Fairy replied respectfully.

At those words, Miss Jing’s eyes sharpened, gleaming with dangerous light.

“I knew it, he’s not so easy to kill. Even the strongest Infinite Dao strike wouldn’t be enough to finish him. Where is he now?”

“He went to the Godfiend Abyss Heaven,” said the Moon-Pluck Fairy.

“I should have known,” Miss Jing murmured. “He’s gone to seek the Ancient Demons.”

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