Honghuang: The Golden Crow Emperor, starts by robbing the Three Pure Ones

Chapter 968 The Battle for Zixiao Palace

"What kind of celestial treasure land is this?!" A cry of surprise pierced the sky, filled with undisguised shock. "Simply existing quietly, it can draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming the surrounding area into a primordial blessed land."

Such a sight is probably unprecedented since the beginning of time!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another voice, filled with greed, chimed in, its tone fervent: "Incredible! If we could monopolize such a secret realm and absorb its spiritual energy for cultivation, we might truly break through our limitations and advance from our current realm all the way to the Emperor level, or even have a chance to touch the threshold of the Dao Lord level!"

"Wait, everyone, don't be impulsive!" Just as everyone was getting restless, a calm voice rang out, tinged with a hint of wariness, "The sudden appearance of Zixiao Palace on the shores of the East Sea is too strange. It might be a trap set by some ancient being, just waiting for us to walk right into it!"

Amidst the discussions, countless powerful figures had already gathered, their silhouettes filling the entire sky.

Thousands of streaks of light of various colors were arranged in the air, as dense as a sky full of stars. Behind each streak of light was a powerful expert with considerable strength. Their eyes were fixed on the magnificent Zixiao Palace below, with greed, vigilance, or eagerness in their eyes.

It should be noted that the coast of the East China Sea has always been a remote place since the beginning of time, and has never seen such a grand occasion before.

Now that powerful figures from all walks of life have gathered, their combined auras are almost enough to crush the sky.

The chaotic atmosphere continued to spread, with many powerful figures at the level of Divine Lord and Heavenly Lord exchanging hostile glances. Their auras were already subtly released, and the air was thick with tension, as if a chaotic battle was about to erupt at any moment.

At this moment of extreme tension, suddenly, an incomparably vast aura came from the due east direction, sweeping in like a tsunami, so powerful that it made people's hearts tremble.

What shocked everyone even more was that this aura contained the power of more than one True Monarch. The pressure was like the might of heaven descending, instantly freezing the atmosphere of the entire sky.

"Are the people from the Heavenly Realm here?!" The powerful figures in the mortal realm were startled, and then they saw a long rainbow pierce the sky, forming a divine bridge, and a carriage slowly drove in.

Upon seeing the creature pulling the cart, a deity immediately recognized it: "The Xuan Yuan Nine-Headed Lion? This is a wild beast that reaches the level of a deity upon adulthood, and it's being used to pull a cart!"

"It seems to be a great figure from the celestial realm."

The carriage slowly came to a stop at the main gate of Zixiao Palace. The curtain was drawn back, and a young, handsome figure dressed in a white robe stepped out.

He was only at the level of a Divine Lord, yet he was followed by more than one True Lord.

The young man swiftly unfolded his folding fan, looked up at the Zixiao Palace, and forcibly suppressed a smile from the corner of his mouth.

"If it weren't for prior communication, I would probably have thought that old man Hongjun was setting a trap to fish for us." The avatar of Ancestor Yangmei looked at the palace and couldn't help but sigh at Ling Xiao's wicked sense of humor. "Is that guy trying to replicate the sermon at Zixiao Palace?"

Just as Ancestor Yang Mei was lost in thought, one of the Heavenly Lords serving beside him spoke up: "Young Master, should we send these weaklings from the mortal realm in first to scout ahead and eliminate any potential dangers?"

In their view, if there were a real opportunity, it should belong to the heavens, not to these "weaklings" of the human world.

These True Lords spoke without any restraint, and the powerful figures of the mortal realm in the distance exchanged bewildered glances. This was the domineering nature of the Heavenly Realm.

"No need. They're not qualified to scout ahead," said Ancestor Yangmei in a measured tone, before leading his men away.

In the blink of an eye, he led the celestial beings into the "Purple Cloud Palace".

"The celestial beings have gone in. Should we follow them?"

"Let's go check it out! They'll be the ones to clear the way first!"

Seeing that Ancestor Yangmei had set an example, the rest of the people in the room immediately set off, transforming into streaks of light and rushing into the "Purple Cloud Palace" built by Lingxiao.

The moment they stepped through the magnificent gate, a dizzying, earth-shattering sensation washed over them. The powerful figures of the mortal realm were startled and hurriedly surveyed their surroundings, only to find that the area outside the Purple Cloud Palace was a vast expanse of chaos.

"Isn't this place of inheritance in the East Sea? How did it suddenly end up in the Chaos?"

Seeing the astonished looks on the faces of these powerful figures, Ling Xiao chuckled: "The purpose is to build the inheritance site in the chaos. Even if other powerful figures want to come to us, they will need a lot of time to deduce it."

While spreading the Dao in the mortal realm is feasible, if any news of what Ling Xiao is about to do leaks out, the Heavenly Realm and the Demon Abyss will likely immediately dispatch powerful figures comparable to saints.

At this moment, many powerful figures in the arena also came to their senses and looked at the Zixiao Palace.

Lingxiao completely copied Hongjun's original layout, with thousands of prayer mats placed inside the hall, and seven particularly special prayer mats placed in front of it.

Before the futon, on a misty cloud bed, sat a blurry, illusory figure.

"Is this the owner of this place?" A powerful expert at the Divine Lord level looked around and couldn't help but swallow hard.

An indescribable pressure emanated from the palace, causing all the powerful figures present to tremble slightly. The figure on the cloud bed exuded an aura of eternal immortality, as if it had existed since time immemorial.

For a moment, many powerful figures who had been to the Heavenly Realm or the Demon Abyss and had seen true gods and demons trembled: "To put it bluntly, this person's aura is probably no less than that of those god-level powerhouses!"

Just as everyone was secretly speculating, the "young master of the celestial realm" that Yang Mei Patriarch was playing in disguise couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Sigh, let's just keep acting until the end."

He strode forward and sat down cross-legged on the special futon at the very front.

This action greatly alarmed his guards and other powerful figures.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" a guard couldn't help but ask.

"Fool, can't you see? These seven futons are so special, they must be able to obtain a more core inheritance!" Ancestor Yangmei deliberately raised his voice.

Upon hearing this, the eyes of many powerful figures in the arena lit up: "That's right!" "Quickly, grab the prayer mat!" "I'm going to have this prayer mat!"

Almost instantly, the powerful figures instinctively wanted to use their supernatural powers to compete, but the next moment they found that not only supernatural powers and spells, but even the simplest spells and divine sense probing were unusable!

At this moment, the Heavenly Lords and True Lords who were closest to Yang Mei Patriarch quickly sat on the remaining special prayer mats.

Before they could even settle in, someone attacked them: "Get out of the way!" Luo Hou, in his incarnation, grinned and kicked a Celestial True Lord aside.

"You dare to lay a hand on me?!" The True Lord was instantly enraged.

"So what if I lay a hand on you?" Luo Hou crossed his arms and sneered, "Supernatural powers and spells are forbidden here. If you're so capable, hit me! Let's fight with fists!"

"You!" Zhenjun was furious. "I can't kill you here, but I will kill you after we leave!"

"So what? If I obtain the supreme inheritance here, what can you do to me?"

Upon hearing this, the rogue cultivators who had previously been wary of the celestial powerhouses suddenly realized something: "That's right! They've all been suppressed into mortals, why should I be afraid of him?" "Anyway, I'm a rogue cultivator, might as well try my luck!" "Everyone uses fists and feet, why should I avoid his sharp edge?"

A group of barefoot, powerful individuals immediately rushed forward, desperately vying for the seven prayer mats. In an instant, chaos erupted within the Purple Cloud Palace, with people nearly turning each other's brains into dog brains.

(End of this chapter)