Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 497 Success in Speech
The demonic lords of the demonic path left first, and seeing that Xuanjun did not intend to pursue them, the Divine Court breathed a sigh of relief.

After their fighting spirit was extinguished, they became much more sober, fearing that Xuanjun might stubbornly pursue and kill the demonic path.

Despite this, Xuanjun still wore a deadpan expression, looking in the direction of the demonic retreat, his eyes revealing a silent determination.

In comparison, Chi Ming Daojun felt somewhat guilty about his exhibition match.

"This is the true foundation of the Cloud Sea Divine Court. Fellow Daoist Xuanjun is truly a pillar of the Divine Court."

She was determined to send someone to Xuanjun Temple. As long as she could establish a relationship with Xuanjun, she would be willing to inherit the throne of the Divine Court!

Seeing that Xuanjun still had a cold face, Daojun Chiming comforted him:

“Fellow Daoist Xuanjun, although we lost four fellow Daoists in this battle, the demonic path also lost five eighth-level demons, all of whom were old demons. So it’s not a loss.”

"I cannot rest easy if I cannot kill the unclean old demon."

Xuanjun sighed, pondering in his heart what script to use for the next scene.

As a master of the Dao of Acting, he believed that even a great supernatural being like Dao Lord Chiming might not be able to see through his acting skills.

The Way of Demonstration and the Way of Illusion: these are two essential skills that every eighth-level cultivator in the Primordial Era must master.

"In this battle, fellow Daoist eliminated several eighth-level demonic cultivators. Your efforts are commendable. I will report this to Grand Venerable Yunhai so that you may receive the reward you deserve."

As Chi Ming Daojun spoke, she then realized that she was the highest-ranking eighth-level official present, but she had unknowingly had her supreme command taken away by Xuanjun, and she felt a little embarrassed.

Ultimately, her cultivation level was not as high as Xuanjun's, nor as high as Yuanlong's or Guangyuan's. Her ability to lead all the birds in the prehistoric world as the ancestor of the Phoenix Clan was simply a case of choosing the tallest among the short.

If Xuanjun also had avian creatures under his command, then this position would probably belong to him.

Xuanjun didn't pay much attention to what Chiming Daojun said.

Although the divine court's investiture had many benefits for him, it paled in comparison to the birth of the Lord of Calamity and the setting of calamities for all living beings in the primordial world.

The former was nothing more than a paltry gain, while the latter was a great opportunity for him to glimpse the ninth rank.

Unless the Grand Venerable Yunhai relinquishes his position as Lord of the Divine Court to him, he will not consider changing his plans.

After the first direct confrontation between the Divine Court and the Demonic Path, the Demonic Path temporarily retreated, but the Divine Court still had to deal with the Alliance of Myriad Races on the other side.

Guangyuan and Yuanlong, two veteran eighth-tier warriors, were transferred here to oversee the western battlefield.

The two of them joined forces, putting immense pressure on the Alliance of All Races, to the point that both of the Alliance's leaders were tied up here.

At the frontline node of the Divine Court, inside the Xuanjun Temple, Qingfeng, relying on the Earth Book left by his master, mobilized the earth veins to provide continuous support to the frontline.

Occasionally, they would rely on the mountain-protecting formation centered on the Earth Book to keep out the attacking eighth-tier members of the Myriad Races Alliance.

Faced with this earthly book and tortoise shell, all the enemies were so angry that they wanted to uproot the entire mountain.

But they dared not, because Xuanjun Temple was located at the intersection of various ley lines, a crucial node between the central and western parts of the continent.

Once the Xuanjun Temple is destroyed, the ley lines beneath it will be damaged, and the various ley lines stretching across the central and western parts of the continent will also be affected.

You should know that the game has been updated, and destroying the earth's veins will have karmic consequences.

When the time comes, the immense karma will strike, and they'll be nothing but mud falling into their pants—even if they're not shit, they'll still be shit.

"Damn Xuanjun, he actually transferred all the earth veins to his own territory long ago."

Near Xuanjun Temple, Daoist Wanyan cursed under his breath. Ever since he was entangled by the blood-colored aura, he had encountered many inconveniences. Not only could he not defeat the other eight-level cultivators in combat, but he also frequently encountered accidents when he went out.

After being examined by a Taoist priest in the Alliance of Ten Thousand Races who was proficient in observing celestial phenomena, he learned from the old Taoist priest that he was destined to die young.

He was not surprised by this result, because the karma of the massacre of the Shen'ao clan that day was still chasing after him, and the rejection of him by the prehistoric world still existed.

He was no longer destined for battles against opponents of the same level. Apart from going into seclusion to clear away the blood-colored luck, he had only one thing to do: monitor the Xuanjun Temple.

Just when he thought it would be another peaceful day, Daoist Wanyan sat cross-legged, intending to continue expelling the blood-red aura.

A somewhat familiar aura suddenly appeared near Xuanjun Temple and entered his perception range.

In his perception, this aura was somewhat strange. It was strong, but it was clearly not an eighth-order rank; it was weak, but it also had some characteristics of an eighth-order rank.

The combination of these two characteristics gave him a strange and incongruous feeling, but that was not the important thing. What was important was that this aura was somewhat similar to that of the Xuanjun of Xuanjun Temple.

"It must be someone related to Xuanjun, or even his descendant."

Wanyan Daojun could no longer sit still. He locked onto that aura and flew towards its location.

At the same time, Qingfeng also sensed that somewhat familiar aura.

He sensed more from that aura than Daojun Wanyan did, and knew that its source had an unusual connection to him.

This relationship is similar to that between Xuanjun and him; the same lineage connects them.

Without a second thought, Qingfeng activated the Earthly True Qi Array, erecting a barrier at the source of the aura to protect it.

His figure disappeared into the temple, leaving Mo Lin with only one sentence:

"I have important business to attend to. Junior brother, please wait in the temple for a while. I'll be right back."

He had already sensed the aura of his old acquaintance, Daojun Wanyan, and knew that this Daojun, whose strength had been greatly diminished, had made a move.

The Earthly True Qi rose up, blocking the hand that Wanyan Daojun was grabbing.

"Fellow Daoist Wan Yan, isn't it a bit inappropriate to arrest someone on the territory of my Xuanjun Temple?"

Qingfeng arrived a step late, glanced at the gloomy-faced Daoist Wanyan, and then turned to look at a young Daoist behind him, a hint of surprise appearing in his heart.

He wasn't mistaken; this young man from the future shared the same lineage as him, and might even be one of the founders of the Seven Lineages of the Mysterious Monarch.

As he sized up the young Taoist, the young Taoist was also carefully observing the two people who had appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

His intuition told him that these two were senior beings he couldn't afford to offend, and that they both seemed to be plotting against him.

"What am I doing here? Which dimension have I stumbled into?"

This ancestor of the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun from later generations didn't dare to breathe loudly, fearing that he would be casually killed by these two passing powerful figures.

"If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have followed that ray of light into this space-time."

Looking back now, that flash of inspiration was also full of doubts.

Although he was far from the time and space where he had lost his way, he didn't feel how far the journey was when he was rushing to the place where the light was, as if someone had shortened the distance for him.

(End of this chapter)