Ch. 133 - Chu Yang, Holy Son of Yin-Yang Sect

Xu Qingshan walked through the air, each step altering heaven and earth.

With his first step, the once-surging river conjured by the Sacred Spring Sect came to an abrupt halt, as if time and space themselves were frozen.

With his second step, both the Golden Crow and the Blue Luan let out low cries, visibly trembling in fear, their proud heads lowered.

With his third step, the long sword that had sliced through the silence began to tremble, and even the surging demonic aura receded in submission.

With his fourth step, the division of heaven and earth into yin and yang appeared insignificant, like ants that could be wiped out with the flick of a finger. He didn’t need to seek the center of this world, wherever he stood, whatever he did, he was the center of this world.

As Xu Qingshan approached step by step, it seemed as though the Golden Crow, the Blue Luan, the demonic sword, the flowing river, and even the yin-yang division of the heavens all became mere backdrops to him.

In everyone’s eyes, there was only one figure, the man in green, as if bearing the heavens on his shoulders and the earth beneath his feet, holding up the entire sky.

"Brother Qingshan, it’s been too long since we last met!" the Sacred Spring Sect’s Master, Luo Changhe, greeted with a hearty laugh.

"Brother Changhe, indeed, it has," Xu Qingshan smiled, exchanging greetings with the other sect masters in the crowd.

Then, leading the four Supreme Sects, he flew into the True Martial Sacred Ground.

At this time, the sect was bustling with activity. Besides the Supreme Sects of the Western Region, the Seven Holy Lands Gathering also drew second- and third-tier sects, along with royal representatives from the Violet Sun Empire and the Azure Wood Empire, all invited as spectators.

Xu Qingshan personally welcomed the major sects, while the elders of True Martial Sacred Ground handled the rest.

The grand tournament was scheduled for the following morning, and all guests were housed on Hero Peak within the sect.

No matter how lively the outside world was, South Goose Mountain, where Xu Zimo resided, remained calm and quiet.

He lounged on a chair in his courtyard, the gentle autumn breeze carrying the withered scent of falling leaves from the peak’s summit, brushing lightly across his face.

At that moment, Little Gui entered from outside and said, “Senior Brother, I’ve gathered intel on the other major sects.”

“They’ve confirmed the Myriad Beasts Sect won’t attend?” Xu Zimo opened his eyes slightly.

“They’re not on the list for this tournament,” Little Gui replied. “This time, all the attention is on the Holy Sons and Daughters of the various sects.”

“Who are they? Give me the rundown,” Xu Zimo asked, sitting up and getting more comfortable.

“From the Divine Sun Sacred Ground, their Holy Son is Xuanyuan Xuantian. For the Purgatory Sacred Ground, it’s Heavenly Demon Child. The Sacred Spring Sect hasn’t finalized theirs, but there's a monstrous body-refining genius with a lot of support.”

“As for the Fairy Spirit Sect, after Nie Xingqing died, they named a new Holy Daughter, Fairy Ling’er.

“But the most interesting one is from the Yin-Yang Sect. They only recently named a Holy Son, Chu Yang. No one knows his true strength, but you probably remember, just a while ago, the Fairy Spirit Sect was hunting a boy named Chu Yang.

“That incident has made things tense between the Yin-Yang and Fairy Spirit sects.”

“Then who’s leading in terms of hype within our own True Martial Sacred Ground?” Xu Zimo asked.

“It’s Baili Xiao, Sixth Grand Elder’s niece,” Little Gui answered. “Being the Grand Empress’s inheritor gives her a big reputation.

“But honestly, these disciples are all frogs in a well. Once you make your move, Senior Brother, they’ll realize all these so-called geniuses are nothing but glorified trash.”

“Alright, cut the flattery,” Xu Zimo waved him off with a smile.

After Little Gui left, Xu Zimo pulled several letters from his sleeve, intelligence gathered by Situ Yunqing from various sources.

He slowly opened the first letter:

"A month ago, a massive burst of white light erupted from a mountain near the Fairy Spirit Sect. That mountain once belonged to the revered ancestor 'Peacock Patriarch.' Rumors say a powerful artifact may have emerged, but the matter was quickly suppressed by the sect. Shortly afterward, they named an unknown woman, Fairy Ling’er, as the new Holy Daughter."

Another letter read: "Half a month ago, the Yin-Yang Sect activated their sacred treasure, the Yin-Yang Diagram. Purpose unknown. Days later, they named a young man called Chu Yang as their Holy Son."

The last letter stated: "In the depths of the Myriad Mountains, someone spotted a giant striding across the land. Purpose unknown. Strength unknown."

After reading them, Xu Zimo summoned a blazing flame in his right hand and calmly burned the letters to ashes.

He closed his eyes and reclined once more on the chair.

Softly, he muttered to himself: "Chu Yang, Yin-Yang Sect... it’s been a long time."

…

Within the True Martial Sacred Ground, there existed a special, independent space known as the Heavenly Domain.

Created during the era of Grand Empress Hongtian, it had existed for tens of thousands of years.

The Heavenly Domain was specially designed by the sect to host large-scale tournaments.

It was a self-contained space spanning tens of thousands of square meters, so vast that its boundaries were invisible to the naked eye.

At its center stood nearly a hundred arenas forged from True Profound Iron, each close to a hundred meters wide and surrounded by chains for stability.

These arenas were sturdy enough to withstand several attacks even from an Imperial Meridian Realm cultivator.

As the sun rose and autumn wind stirred yellow leaves through the air, morning light gently fell from the sky, ushering in a new day.

Once all the sects had gathered, the major sects followed behind the True Martial Sacred Ground, with the second- and third-tier sects bringing up the rear.

The massive procession entered the Heavenly Domain like a long, winding dragon, it took nearly half an hour for everyone to get in.

There were over a hundred second-tier sects in attendance just as spectators.

By now, rows upon rows of seats had been set up around the dozens of arenas.

These were reserved for high-ranking sect members and elite disciples. Ordinary disciples had to stand at the back to watch.

…

As the chief organizer of the tournament, the Third Grand Elder stepped onto the central platform in a crimson robe, his aura surging.

"First, let me thank everyone for coming to witness this Seven Holy Lands Gathering hosted by our True Martial Sacred Ground," he announced loudly from the stage.

"The Myriad Beasts Sect has withdrawn from this tournament due to special circumstances.”

"Since the era of the Grand Emperor Shen Xing, the Seven Holy Lands Gathering has been held every three years.”

"It’s a tradition that’s lasted for thousands of years, its purpose is to strengthen ties between sects, allow young disciples to meet and learn from other prodigies, expand their horizons, and recognize their own weaknesses.

"I won’t waste time with more words. Let me briefly explain the rules for this tournament..."

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