Traces of Uncarved Simplicity Realm cultivators, or rather, their cause and effect.

Ever since the Fallen Immortal Calamity occurred on Tianji Continent, the domain heavens could no longer bear the emergence of an Uncarved Simplicity Realm cultivator.

Just like Immortal Venerable Fusheng of old, or rather Venerable Fusheng, who over seventy thousand years ago had only just touched the threshold of the Uncarved Simplicity Realm when he was immediately targeted by "that existence" beyond the firmament.

If one forcibly became a Sage, it would lead to the descent of the Mystic Maiden.

And every time a Sage's Cause and Effect manifested on Chenping Continent, it would also directly cause the Mystic Maiden to descend upon the world.

As for the Great Chaos of the Immortals, it had not led to the Mystic Maiden's descent. It seemed that the "commotion" stirred up by those Immortal Ascension cultivators was still insufficient to draw the attention of "that existence."

And then, there was now.

True Person Xuzhou had directly charged into the spatial rifts beyond the firmament, drawing the attention of the Mystic Maiden Statues, or rather, "that existence."

It also finally made Them aware of what They had been neglecting all along: the enormous tear, stretching hundreds of thousands of li, that had been ripped open in the skies above Chenping Continent.

Which was what led to the Mystic Maiden's descent.

If everything could be concealed as much as possible, in an attempt to deceive the probing gaze from beyond the firmament...

"Master, leave this place to me alone."

Gazing at the Seven-Colored Golden Light slowly surging beyond the firmament, Chen Yan said in a low voice.

Mr. You looked at the back of that young man, whose plain white daoist robes were whipped by the fierce wind atop the Myriad Laws Platform until they snapped and crackled, and slowly spoke:

"I originally did not want to tell you."

"What?"

Chen Yan asked.

"A hundred years ago, also on this Myriad Laws Platform, I already glimpsed a Death Omen on your face."

Mr. You continued.

Hearing this, Chen Yan only fell silent for a brief moment before he finally spoke.

"Is that so?"

His voice sounded as if it held no surprise at all, even remarkably calm:

"This is not the first time, Master... Heaven's Dao is towering and majestic, cause and effect merciless."

Mr. You gazed deeply at Chen Yan's figure:

"Then, the future of Chenping Continent is in your hands."

With those words, this young cultivator in plain-colored daoist robes flashed and vanished without a trace.

Leaving only Chen Yan's solitary, thin silhouette still standing atop the Myriad Laws Platform.

The Seven-Colored Golden Light began to spread through heaven and earth, and accompanied by a bell chime that resounded across the sky, a Mystic Maiden Statue towering thousands of zhang emerged above the firmament.

The Mystic Maiden slowly raised both hands above Her head, then pressed them together toward Her own chest.

And at the very moment the Mystic Maiden's hands were about to clasp together, throughout the entire world, only one roar, resolute and unwavering, rang out:

"Stop!"

......

Forty years later.

Northwest region of Chenping Continent, Qingque Kingdom, Taiyun City.

On the city wall, a young soldier in light armor was pressing the full weight of his body onto the long spear held in his right hand, head drooping, dozing off.

After a few breaths, short faint snores could even be heard.

Until a slightly older-looking soldier, whose armor appeared more valuable than the young soldier's and who wore a sword at his waist, walked up behind the young soldier and then raised his foot to deliver a fierce kick to the soldier's back.

The young soldier instantly jolted awake, his body pitching forward, and he nearly fell off the city wall in front of him.

Barely steadying himself, his heartbeat was so fast it almost leaped out of his throat. As he let out a long breath, a surge of anger rose in his heart. He whipped around furiously:

"...Centurion."

The young soldier's anger vanished in an instant.

And that slightly older Centurion merely swept a fleeting glance in the young soldier's direction.

"Don't let me see you dozing off again."

The Centurion's voice was low, without anger.

Yet it made the young soldier suddenly shiver.

"Yes!"

The young soldier immediately responded, then watched the Centurion's back recede into the distance along the city wall.

He was completely free of drowsiness now.

Standing straight again on the city wall, the young soldier tilted his head slightly, looking toward the southeastern horizon.

An extremely faint black line was slowly writhing at the distant horizon.

Inside the city.

In recent years, more and more cultivators came and went in Taiyun City.

Although Taiyun City had always been the mortal city closest to Kongshan Sect.

Ordinarily, aside from Kongshan Sect's outer sect disciples carrying out sect missions, few of Kongshan Sect's inner disciples came and went from this city.

But recently, the situation seemed to have changed.

More and more cultivators wearing the daoist robes of Kongshan Sect's inner disciples came and went in Taiyun City.

There were even, from time to time, cultivators wearing the daoist robes of Kongshan Sect's inner court who actually wore Kongshan Sect elder tokens at their waists.

The reason behind this was that if the pitch-black rift in the sky continued at its current rate, within twenty years it would expand to right above Kongshan Sect.

In the northwest region of Chenping Continent, people were now gripped by panic. Every cultivation sect had dispatched envoys to Kongshan Sect, requesting help and support.

And Taiyun City had now become a "negotiation ground" between the various cultivation sects and Kongshan Sect.

In front of a teahouse in the center of Taiyun City, several cultivators wearing the daoist robes of Kongshan Sect's Qingchan Peak all stood at the entrance.

Until that cold, aloof figure in white, with black hair like a waterfall, drew near the teahouse entrance, these Qingchan Peak cultivators all bowed with cupped hands:

"Greetings, Supreme Elder Chu!"

The newcomer was precisely a Grand Elder currently belonging to Kongshan Sect's Supreme Martial Pacification Court.

Chu Xiyao.

"Supreme Elder Chu."

Among the assembled Qingchan Peak cultivators, the one who was clearly the leader, a middle-aged cultivator wearing the elder token of Qingchan Peak's External Affairs Hall at his waist, stepped forward two paces toward Chu Xiyao, positioning himself at her side:

"The one waiting for you in the teahouse, the Supreme Elder Du Chong of the Baili Sect, once participated in the same Heavenly Summit Mountain Dao Inquiry as you back then and even exchanged blows with you during that Dao Inquiry. It is likely for precisely this reason that the sect's Supreme Martial Pacification Court had you come to receive Baili Sect's Supreme Elder Du."

Chu Xiyao did indeed have a slight impression of this name. This person was also one of the few survivors who had luckily escaped with their lives during the Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm back then.

"I understand."

Chu Xiyao nodded, then walked into the teahouse.

"Supreme Elder Chu, three hundred years without seeing you, I trust you have been well!"

Upon seeing Chu Xiyao, that Supreme Elder Du of the Baili Sect repeatedly rose to his feet and bowed respectfully toward Chu Xiyao.

"Supreme Elder Du."

Seeing Du Chong, Chu Xiyao gave a slight nod and also raised both hands to return the greeting, then walked to the table before Du Chong and sat down.

"To this day, there should long since be few survivors of the Heavenly Summit Mountain Cataclysm still alive."

Du Chong lamented thus.

"So, what is the purpose of Supreme Elder Du's visit to Taiyun City today?"

Chu Xiyao had no desire to continue exchanging pleasantries with Du Chong and got straight to the point.

Hearing this, Du Chong first gave a somewhat embarrassed smile, then said:

"The rift above the firmament will, in about three months, extend to right above the Baili Sect. Within a radius of ten thousand li around the Baili Sect, seven secular dynasties are distributed. And over the past century, we have taken in several hundred million refugees from all parts of Chenping Continent. We hope that in this moment of life and death, your esteemed sect can provide the Baili Sect with at least some assistance."

"I will relay the Baili Sect's request to Sect Leader Zhong."

Chu Xiyao nodded.

"Beyond that, Supreme Elder Chu, I actually have one private matter as well..."

Du Chong seemed to hesitate to speak.

"A private matter?"

Chu Xiyao's brows knitted slightly.

"A few years ago, while traveling outside, I happened to encounter an Offering Elder of the Star Heaven Sect. That Offering Elder of the Star Heaven Sect and I conversed most agreeably, and he helped me with a great favor, leaving me owing him a personal debt."

Du Chong stated candidly:

"Some time ago, just before the sect assigned me to come to Kongshan Sect for negotiations, that Offering Elder came to find me, hoping that when I came to Kongshan Sect, I could help him inquire about something..."

"What matter?"

Chu Xiyao asked.

"That is: the Black Flood Dragon Remnant Soul once suppressed within Qingchan Peak's Caijun Tower, just how did it fall into Huo Mu's hands?"

In an instant, the temperature within the teahouse dropped to an absolute low.

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