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Chapter 706 - 350: Masters Gather!

Chapter 706: Chapter 350: Masters Gather!

Inside the burial chamber of the Taoist Ancestor, an upheaval occurred.

The golden light at Jiang Shouzhong’s chest rapidly spread, enveloping him completely and forming a dazzling halo around his entire being.

The mysterious letters that had been floating ghost-like around him, even lingering above his head, emitted piercing shrieks the moment they came into contact with the powerful golden radiance.

They struggled desperately to flee, but in the end, were each swallowed and dissolved.

The air filled with a faint smell of burning.

The Taoist Ancestor, whose face had been full of smug satisfaction, was suddenly frozen at the scene unfolding before him.

What was happening?

He attempted to step closer for a better look, but after taking only two steps, the golden light surrounding Jiang Shouzhong shot out abruptly, piercing through his spiritual body.

The shattered spiritual form reassembled, though it became much fainter in appearance.

Cold sweat poured down the Taoist Ancestor’s forehead.

Luckily, it was only his spiritual body; had it been his physical form, even if he survived, he would have been severely crippled.

"Could this be the work of the Heavenly Divine Fortune?"

Frowning deeply, the Taoist Ancestor muttered to himself, "It doesn’t make sense; the Heavenly Divine Fortune on him should have already been taken away. Why is it still here? Or perhaps... it was never truly removed?"

The Taoist Ancestor stared fixedly at the struggling Jiang Shouzhong, his gaze filled with resentment.

"Hmph! No matter what is protecting you, I will not yield today!"

The Taoist Ancestor spread open his left palm and drew a rune onto it, slamming it fiercely against his own forehead.

The Dharma Aspect emerged!

...

Feng Yichen’s sudden elimination was something the elders of Zhenxuan Mountain had never anticipated.

Before they could recover from their shock, a strange phenomenon appeared outside the burial chamber.

Golden halos began to manifest faintly in the void, as if guided by an unseen hand, forming flowing rings of light around the chamber.

Not long after, an enormous shadow appeared overhead.

It was an elder with long white eyebrows and beard.

"The Taoist Ancestor!"

The crowd was struck dumb by this rare and breathtaking sight, standing as if paralyzed.

Was this the Taoist Ancestor Dharma Aspect?

Qi Tianjun’s heart roiled with turbulent waves. He could no longer afford to hesitate, falling immediately to his knees: "Seventh Sect Leader of Zhenxuan Mountain, Qi Tianjun, pays respects to the Taoist Ancestor!"

The other elders and disciples snapped out of their daze and followed suit, kneeling and bowing one after another.

Their expressions were suffused with excitement and awe.

This was the first such apparition since the Taoist Ancestor’s ascension—a momentous visitation by the Taoist Ancestor himself.

If word of this spread, it would create an enormous sensation.

From now on, who would dare challenge Zhenxuan Mountain’s dominance?

Even Dugu Luoxue, who always maintained a calm and composed demeanor, could not help but be moved at this sight.

After all, this was a true Immortal.

The Taoist Ancestor Dharma Aspect stood tall and imposing, showing no recognition of those beneath him.

Glaring coldly at the burial chamber—and more precisely, someone within it—he slowly raised his massive hand, striking toward the flowing golden halos outside the chamber.

Runes circulated in his palm, emanating brilliant light.

With this motion, the entire space seemed to tremble under an unseen force.

Yet, even as the enormous hand collided with the light rings outside the chamber, no signs of collapse were apparent; the halos continued to expand in rippling waves, like infinite ripples surging through the void.

"Sect Leader, what is happening?"

Yun Wuqing gazed at the strange phenomenon bewilderedly, sidling up to Qi Tianjun for answers.

Qi Tianjun couldn’t explain either and offered a vague guess: "Maybe the Taoist Ancestor is manifesting to grant Jiang Mo some kind of serendipity. Regardless, it’s clear that the Taoist Ancestor thinks highly of Jiang Mo."

Yun Wuqing felt a complicated mix of emotions: "It’s hard not to feel envious."

While the two exchanged words, a disciple kneeling nearby—Zhong Yan—suddenly had his eyes flash with purple brilliance. He unsheathed his sword without warning and charged toward the burial chamber’s entrance.

"Zhong Yan, what are you doing!?"

Yun Wuqing’s expression darkened, rushing to intercept him.

Just as Yun Wuqing was about to grab Zhong Yan by the shoulder, Zhong Yan suddenly turned back and slashed his sword. The frigidly sharp sword light, laden with immense pressure, forced Yun Wuqing to retreat.

The abrupt and unexpected scene caught everyone off guard.

Glancing down at the slash-marked clothes on his chest, Yun Wuqing frowned deeply, glaring at Zhong Yan and asked, "How is your swordsmanship suddenly so advanced?"

"Have I become so formidable that you, my master, don’t even feel pleased?"

Zhong Yan’s expression turned somber.

A twisted sneer crept onto his lips:

"Clearly my talent is higher, clearly my roots are better, clearly I practice my swordsmanship with the highest diligence, yet you all only fawn over Feng Yichen! Anything good always goes to him!"

What about me?

Do I, Zhong Yan, not deserve even a shred of your effort and care?

You all consider him the best candidate for the future sect leader, but look at him—sent flying by the Taoist Ancestor with just one strike! What a joke! If it had been me, Zhong Yan, entering that chamber, the Taoist River Map would surely have been granted to me!

Now that the Taoist Ancestor has manifested, this is my moment, my destiny. I refuse to believe that the Taoist Ancestor would favor Jiang Mo over me. I will make you all see—Zhenxuan Mountain’s future is mine!!"

Staring at his disciple in a hysterical frenzy, Yun Wuqing felt his heart ache as though being carved by knives.

Zhong Yan was once a student he cultivated painstakingly from a young age.

Yun Wuqing had always intended to pass on the Sword Leader mantle to Zhong Yan, investing considerable effort into his development.

Yet, Zhong Yan’s personality grew increasingly obsessive and perverse.

As a child, he was cheerful and kind, obedient and understanding. But at some point, his disposition changed—gradually becoming unrecognizable, as if he were someone else entirely.

"Zhong Yan, don’t do anything foolish."

Yun Wuqing urged him, "The Taoist Ancestor has manifested; if you provoke his wrath, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Hmph, I don’t believe the Taoist Ancestor would punish me!"

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