Chapter 1730. The Nine Forbidden Arts of Confining Heaven — A Terrifying Existence Stands Behind Her

The young man wore a white robe patterned with cloud motifs, his hands clasped behind his back. At that moment, an imperial, domineering aura flowed between his brows, utterly unlike the gentle and courteous demeanor he had shown during the day.

“I did see her, but that Princess Weiyang is extremely wary of everyone. She’s not easy to approach. I mingled among the younger generation, but only managed to become vaguely acquainted with her at best.”

“Though that’s not quite right either. After all, she’s blind — she can’t see anything, so it can’t really be called ‘acquainted by face.’”

Song Yu shook his head and said, “If we really want to use her to get close to the Weiyang Immortal Dynasty, it’ll probably be difficult.”

“However, during this period, Jiang Yun’s actions are truly hard to fathom. He actually intends to choose a husband for Princess Weiyang. That, at least, gives me an opportunity to exploit.”

As he spoke, a strange light flickered in his eyes.

Jiang Yun was the personal name of the Weiyang Emperor, yet Song Yu mentioned it directly with an indifferent attitude.

“As long as Young Master is willing to act, taking down a blind princess who has little worldly experience would be effortless.”

“Everyone knows Princess Weiyang is Jiang Yun’s weak spot. Once she’s in Young Master’s hands, the road to restoring your former glory will be one step closer.” The middle-aged man in a tall hat and scholarly robes said with a smile.

“Not so fast. Jiang Yun is no ordinary figure. I suspect this move of his is part of some scheme. No matter his purpose, I will reclaim everything that belongs to me.”

Song Yu’s eyes suddenly turned cold and deep. With his hands behind his back, he exuded an imperial majesty that looked down upon all realms.

The middle-aged man immediately became respectful. “Young Master is the true descendant of Yaoguang, bearing the bloodline of the Central Sovereign, the legitimate heir of the Yaoguang Ancestral Court. Jiang Yun is nothing but a usurper. Sooner or later, Young Master will once again rule all worlds and command the heavens.”

“It’s still too early to say that. Have you found any results regarding the matter I asked you to investigate? I’ve been lying low in the Xieyue Sect for so long precisely for this opportunity.”

Song Yu waved his hand, his expression returning to calm.

The middle-aged man replied, “Just as Young Master predicted through divination, the current site of Xieyue Sect is indeed related to the former Heaven-Confining Sect. The ruins we are standing in now are part of its remains. Later, for some reason, the founding sect master of Xieyue Sect used great divine power to relocate it here from the boundless void. I suspect that sect master may very well have been a disciple of the Heaven-Confining Sect…”

Hearing this, Song Yu frowned and interrupted, “Impossible. The Heaven-Confining Sect touched forbidden inauspicious forces back then and collapsed overnight. No one survived.”

“I verified this through ancient records and paid a tremendous price to trace fragments of the past. I’m certain no one from the Heaven-Confining Sect lived. I suspect the founding sect master of Xieyue Sect merely stumbled into its ruins by chance, obtained part of its inheritance, and later established Xieyue Sect.”

The middle-aged man frowned as well and guessed, “Then according to Young Master, could there be other ruins of the Heaven-Confining Sect elsewhere?”

“The Heaven-Confining Sect once truly dominated the boundless ages for several eras — a colossal, hegemonic orthodoxy that spanned antiquity and modernity. After obtaining its inheritance, the first sect master of Xieyue Sect could not possibly have failed to continue searching for other ruins, yet he found nothing. In my view, perhaps all the rivers and mountains within Xieyue Mountain are connected to the former Heaven-Confining Sect and were all brought back by him…”

Song Yu pondered, his gaze sweeping across the shattered ruins before him.

The era of the Heaven-Confining Sect was far too distant, so distant that no one could even say which age it originated from.

From its very name alone, one could tell how taboo and forbidden this orthodoxy was. Even now, probably very few people know of its name.

Fewer still knew that the boundless cosmos had once been ruled by this force for an entire era.

That name had long since become taboo. Any karma or traces related to it had been erased and scattered in the river of time. Even the currently flourishing Heaven-Slaying Alliance, which made the entire boundless realm wary, was far inferior to the Heaven-Confining Sect at its peak.

Song Yu had only learned of some of this force’s deeds by chance through fragmented ancient time shards. Through various means, he traced its clues and found the Xieyue Sect, entering it under the identity of Song Yu.

He had always been pursuing traces of the Heaven-Confining Sect in order to obtain its forbidden art — the Nine Forbidden Arts of Confining Heaven.

Song Yu had once personally witnessed, within ancient time fragments, that vast, indescribable, supreme power — a force capable of truly imprisoning the Heavenly Dao itself. It was inconceivable, unspeakable, touching dimensions beyond his comprehension.

Those scenes still shocked, terrified, and drove him into a fervor to this day, filling him with madness.

It was power that should not exist in the world.

If he could control that power, then avenging himself and restoring the Yaoguang Ancestral Court would be effortless.

“Who’s there?!”

Suddenly, the middle-aged man in the tall hat shouted coldly, interrupting Song Yu’s thoughts and fantasies.

Song Yu snapped back to reality and followed the man’s gaze. His brows instantly tightened, his expression turning cold and murderous.

“If Uncle Lan hadn’t reminded me, I wouldn’t have noticed there was a little rat hiding here.”

He said indifferently, looking toward a collapsed pill chamber in the distance. “A real oversight.”

“Come out. Since you’ve been listening for so long, I’ll have to be more careful in the future.”

The man called Uncle Lan’s eyes turned icy. A terrifying, vast aura descended like an endless star sea, boundless and surging, firmly locking onto that spot while sealing all surrounding space to prevent escape.

He had already developed killing intent. The matters he and Song Yu had discussed tonight were too significant to be leaked.

“I was here before you, and I really wasn’t intentionally eavesdropping. Do you believe me?”

A smiling voice came from the collapsed pill chamber. Under the faint moonlight, a white-robed young lady walked out. Her brows were like paintings, her beauty ethereal, her clear eyes flawless, her skin like porcelain — breathtakingly beautiful.

“It’s you?”

Song Yu frowned tightly. He stared at the white-robed girl, stunned for a moment, then recognized her features. “Gu Xian’er?”

Gu Xian’er’s expression was calm, but inside she was panicking. She hadn’t expected to be discovered despite hiding so well.

She truly hadn’t meant to overhear their discussion. If she could have left, she would have slipped away long ago.

“I didn’t expect Senior Brother Song Yu to recognize me.” A faint smile curved her lips. Her features were like a painting, her demeanor ethereal and brilliant, calm and composed.

Seeing her so unflustered and composed, Uncle Lan’s brows furrowed even tighter.

He couldn’t understand what confidence this girl — who didn’t even have Dao-Realm cultivation — had to speak like this before a true Ancestor-Dao-Realm expert like him. He usually kept a low profile in Xieyue Sect and never revealed his true strength, but he was genuinely an Ancestor-Dao-Realm existence.

Could it really be ignorance that bred fearlessness?

Song Yu, too, frowned deeply, though unlike Uncle Lan, he didn’t seem entirely surprised.

“Of course I recognize you. It’s said you come from a newly born true world, but I divined and investigated — that world doesn’t exist at all. There are no karmic traces.”

“So this is your true face. That obedient and meek appearance before was just a disguise.” He said coolly.

Gu Xian’er was startled. She hadn’t expected Song Yu to have secretly investigated her origins.

That meant he was probably not the only one.

Those Dao-Realm elders were all shrewd like foxes; how could they not care about her background?

But what did it mean that the Daochang True World behind her didn’t exist?

“Whether it’s a disguise or not isn’t important. Don’t you also have another identity, Senior Brother Song Yu?”

Gu Xian’er still wore a faint smile, calm and steady.

Song Yu stared at her flawless face, as if trying to see through her thoughts.

“You appeared in Xieyue Sect for the same purpose as me, didn’t you? That’s why you deliberately approached that mad old woman and wander these ruins late at night?” His eyes remained cold, as if he had seen through her intentions.

Thinking this, Song Yu suddenly felt he understood.

Why Gu Xian’er would knowingly approach that ominous madwoman and choose a cave dwelling in such a remote wilderness.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one who knew about the Heaven-Confining Sect.

His sense of urgency grew. How could he allow others to covet such an opportunity?

Feeling the increasingly dense killing intent from Song Yu, Gu Xian’er remained expressionless and did not respond.

She knew that even if she explained she had simply come out for a stroll at night and accidentally overheard them, he would never believe her.

“Seems you admit it.” Song Yu’s killing intent surged, his gaze cold as if looking at a corpse.

Whether it was the Heaven-Confining Sect or his origins, he would not allow anyone else to know.

“Even if I explain, you won’t believe me, so I won’t bother. But I am indeed interested in the Heaven-Confining Sect.” Gu Xian’er still smiled calmly, her teeth like crystals, her beauty clear and bright.

“You’re quite bold. Are you hoping that madwoman will save you? I came here tonight precisely because she isn’t around.” Song Yu said coldly, unable to understand her confidence.

Did she think she could escape?

Not to mention himself — Uncle Lan beside him was a genuine Ancestor-Dao-Realm expert, an absolute powerhouse overlooking the boundless realms. Even in Xieyue Sect, few could rival him.

Hearing this, Gu Xian’er finally dropped her smile and looked at Song Yu seriously. “Are you sure you want to attack me?”

Her tone was exceptionally calm now.

Uncle Lan, who had been watching silently, suddenly felt something was wrong.

She was too calm, too inexplicable.

From beginning to end, this white-robed girl showed no panic or unease. Even in such danger, she still smiled lightly.

Yet the moment her smile disappeared, this Ancestor-Dao-Realm expert felt, unbelievably, a sense of danger and unease. It was as if behind this girl stood some indescribable, unspeakable existence, whose gaze was watching him across infinite dimensions.

“If you want to die, I’ll grant your wish.” Song Yu said coldly, anger rising at her disdainful attitude.

“You’ll regret what you do today.” Gu Xian’er glanced at him lightly.

Seeing Song Yu’s killing intent boil over, ancient Dao runes condensed in his palm, gathering into thunderous, explosive energy as he prepared to strike—Uncle Lan’s expression changed slightly. He stopped him. “Young Master, you mustn’t…”

“Uncle Lan…?” Song Yu froze, confused.

Uncle Lan did not explain. He looked at Gu Xian’er and said, “Miss Xian’er, my young master bears no ill will. He only worries that if matters are exposed, it will bring him trouble. Opportunities are determined by fate, gained by one’s own means. My young master has no intention of being your enemy.”

“If things escalate, Miss Xian’er may find it hard to remain in Xieyue Sect. How about this — you and my young master mind your own affairs. He will not reveal your secrets, and we hope you will also keep his confidential.”

Gu Xian’er looked at him thoughtfully.

Song Yu seemed to suddenly understand something. His aura and killing intent subsided, and he fell silent.

“I can keep his secret. I also don’t like being disturbed. I’ll treat what you discussed tonight as if I never heard it.” Gu Xian’er said after a moment.

Uncle Lan cupped his hands slightly. “Many thanks, Miss Xian’er.”

She nodded and turned to leave, seemingly unconcerned that they might suddenly attack her.

“May I ask where Miss Xian’er comes from?” Uncle Lan finally couldn’t help asking as her figure was about to vanish into the night.

Her steps paused slightly. Then three light words drifted back: “Heaven-Slaying Alliance.”

The Heaven-Slaying Alliance of the Daochang True World was still the Heaven-Slaying Alliance, after all.

Only after leaving the ruins and seeing that Song Yu and Uncle Lan did not pursue her did Gu Xian’er finally let out a long breath. Her calm composure collapsed, and her little face was full of lingering fear.

A night breeze blew past, and she felt her back turn chilly — she had been drenched in cold sweat, holding herself together purely by willpower.

She had only intended to bluff them, to buy time. Perhaps the white-robed woman in her cave dwelling would sense it and come help.

That woman, though not recovered, had formidable strength at her peak and could probably deter them.

“Still, the Heaven-Slaying Alliance’s name is really effective. It scared both of them.”

“That Uncle Lan has probably passed several Heavenly Decline Tribulations. The longer one lives, the more afraid of death they become.”

Back in her cave dwelling, Gu Xian’er did not tell the red bird or the white-robed woman about tonight’s events.

She needed to sort out the matter of the Heaven-Confining Sect herself. And afterward, the more she thought about it, the stranger Uncle Lan’s change in attitude felt — as if he feared or dreaded something.

With that thought, she took out the only pendant she carried: a flawless white jade with no impurities or patterns.

It was the jade pendant Gu Changge had always worn.

“Was it you secretly protecting me, Gu Changge?” She gently rubbed the jade, her thoughts drifting away.

Meanwhile, in the shattered ruins, Song Yu’s expression shifted repeatedly.

“Uncle Lan, even you had no confidence in dealing with her?” He asked unwillingly, feeling stifled.

He knew Uncle Lan wouldn’t speak without reason.

But why would an Ancestor-Dao-Realm expert fear a girl who wasn’t even in the Dao Realm?

Could she really have such backing?

“That girl has an extremely, extremely terrifying existence standing behind her. If I had truly dared to attack her, both you and I would probably not have survived tonight.”

Uncle Lan had been silent for a long time after hearing “Heaven-Slaying Alliance.” Now he finally spoke with a bitter smile.

“How is that possible?” Song Yu’s eyes widened, his face dark with disbelief.

“From the Heaven-Slaying Alliance… no wonder.” Uncle Lan sighed, understanding Song Yu’s frustration. “Young Master, for the time being, do not have further contact with her. Let tonight’s matter be treated as if it never happened. The bigger picture comes first.”

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