I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 280 The Ninth Realm Above Creation

The battle in the heavens was truly magnificent.

The snow-capped peaks, which never melt, are now gushing with water.

The snow melted and was evaporated by the flames brought out by the Fire Sect Master's [Eight Desolate Fire Mirror].

And so, a light rain began to fall in Zangdingzhou in the winter, drizzling down.

This area, spanning a radius of a hundred miles, is naturally a region of continuous mountains with few inhabitants.

Having lost their commander and with hundreds dead, the five thousand Xuan soldiers could only retreat in panic.

Chen Zhian thus gained a moment of peace.

He remained seated atop the Jade Ferocious Chariot, his divine energy flowing and transforming into a giant hand, capturing the primordial spirits of several powerful figures and acquiring many treasures in return.

"There's another powerful bow."

Chen Zhian looked at the first-grade Xuanbing Zangding Bow, then his gaze fell on the Eight Desolate Fire Mirror, a treasure of the Fire Sect.

This treasure is also a first-grade Xuan treasure, with crimson flames burning on it. The flames flicker and dance, and it even has a touch of the divine mystery of the Dao of Flames.

Chen Zhian gazed at the treasure, a sudden idea popped into his mind, and his eyes lit up with surprise. He then put the treasure into his pocket.

He sat upright on the chariot, examining the treasures he had obtained from the primordial spirits of these powerful beings, and was somewhat surprised.

"A person from the Heavenly Palace, indeed with an impressive background."

Chen Zhian's eyes flickered, and then he surveyed the surroundings.

The four directions were empty, but in Chen Zhian's eyes, today's Cangdingzhou was filled with divine essence, quietly watching him.

Fu Tingjun has also disappeared without a trace; the enormous dragon body formed from clouds has vanished at this moment.

Chen Zhian did not leave; instead, he closed his eyes and waited.

This day!
The earth-shattering events in Cangdingzhou spread throughout the Great Yu through these hidden divine secrets.

Inside the Suspended Palace, Emperor Zhaofu's smile vanished, and the Purple-Clad Diao Temple frowned deeply.

Emperor Zhaofu asked, "What kind of dragon is it?"

Ziyi Diaosi respectfully replied, "It is the Fufeng Dragon of Fufeng Sea, but... the Fufeng Dragon should have been wiped out by the Crown Prince of Daqian long ago."

The Fufeng Dragon Palace had long since become ruins, yet it was unknown how this Fufeng primordial spirit had managed to survive.

Emperor Zhaofu seemed to be deep in thought.

A few moments later, he suddenly stood up, walked out of Taiyuan Hall, and looked up into the distance.

Many scenes were reflected in his eyes, but no one knew what the Great Yu Emperor was seeing.

"Send the order to the six clans."

Emperor Zhaofu spoke...

The man in purple robes bowed deeply at the temple.

Emperor Zhaofu's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out, nor did his spirit flow.

Ziyi Diaosi appeared somewhat surprised, and then left.

The Suspended Sky Jing Song Washing Canal Courtyard.

Zhao Chongzhi stopped smiling.

"But did the sage intend to remain a bystander?"

Song Xiqu finally got up from the rattan chair. He went to the tea tree in the courtyard, quietly looked at the patterns on the tea tree, and slowly said, "The thoughts of a sage are truly hard to fathom."

However... now the sage should make a decision.

The extent of the scrutiny will depend on the reactions of the six powerful clans of the Great Yu.

Zhao Chongzhi drank a cup of tea, then got up to take his leave.

Song Xiqu stood there in front of the tea tree, motionless, even with his eyes closed.

A few quarters of an hour later, Song Xiqu suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

At Gulan Mansion, Wang Du, who had been frowning, seemed to have heard something. His brows relaxed slightly, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

Wang Lianhe soared into the sky, having already traveled many miles, but suddenly stopped.

He snorted coldly, turned back to Gulan Mansion, and did not go to Cangding Prefecture again.

Fuye Prefecture and Shangyuan Prefecture also fell into silence.

The many mystical elements of Zangdingzhou thus vanished.

Chen Zhian waited for several hours before finally frowning.

"nobody?"

He looked around.

The light rain had stopped, but a thick white mist had risen, obscuring the surrounding mountains and making the snow-capped mountain appear somewhat lonely and desolate.

Chen Zhian lowered his head in thought.

Little did they know whether the six families of Dayu had changed their minds, or whether the real figures of Dayu had compromised with each other, or perhaps exchanged some kind of benefit.

"Since the six families of Dayu have not arrived, people like He Chongjing and Liu Wuqi have become their scapegoats."

Chen Zhian felt it was a great pity.

"If you don't come to kill me, then I'm going back to the capital."

With no one around, Chen Zhian muttered to himself, seemingly talking to himself.

But suddenly a few wisps of the surrounding fog evaporated, as if stirring the emotions of others.

A slight smile appeared on Chen Zhian's face. Without further hesitation, he steered the Jade Ferocious Chariot toward Xuantianjing.

Lunar New Year's Day!

The capital city was quite lively.

The first rays of the year pierced through the clouds and fell on the glazed tiles covered with a thin layer of snow. The wedding knots hanging in every household trembled slightly in the cold wind.

Red gauze lanterns hung on the vermilion lintels of the long street, and the newly pasted peach charms on the doors of the people's homes still carried the fragrance of ink. The market was filled with the steam of rice cakes and Tusu wine, and the gongs and drums of dragon dances and folk performances resounded all the way from the streets to the foot of the imperial city.

High above the imperial palace, Princess Linglong looked at the city filled with celebration, but her eyes showed little joy.

Her eyes were quite calm.

Not far away on the long street, Wei Liyang, clad in armor, slowly walked over and stood beneath the high pavilion, bowing to Princess Linglong.

Although the two were husband and wife, Princess Linglong, being of royal blood, naturally possessed a certain degree of nobility.

Wei Liyang bowed to Princess Linglong to acknowledge her noble lineage.

Princess Linglong should also pay her respects to Wei Liyang, after all, the armored General Jianlong before her is her consort, her husband.

But at this moment, Princess Linglong seemed oblivious, looking up at the sky.

The sky was covered by clouds, thick clouds hanging low like lead blocks, with flashes of lightning peeking through them, as if brewing a thunderbolt or a heavy snowfall.

Princess Linglong was mesmerized.

Wei Liyang seemed unconcerned about whether Princess Linglong was polite to him or not. He was wearing a helmet with a locked dragon carved on it.

Beneath the dragon-patterned helmet, Wei Liyang's voice rang out: "Greetings, Princess!"
The trip is scheduled for the seventh day of the first lunar month.

Wei Liyang's voice came, but Princess Linglong was still looking at the sky, lost in thought.

She seemed dazed, but her tone was quite calm: "Let's postpone it to January 15th."

Wei Liyang said, "The Sage has already given the order that the evil dragon in the Dragon Palace has acted strangely, and we have no choice but to..."

"A delay of seven or eight days should be fine."

My mother sent me a letter; I must wait for it to arrive.

Princess Linglong spoke a few more words than usual.

Wei Liyang thought for a moment, his expression hidden beneath the helmet, and a few breaths passed...

He finally spoke up, saying, "If the princess insists on setting off again on the fifteenth of January, then she can only go straight to Youlong Mansion and cannot detour to that mountain."

Princess Linglong tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Then let's make it January 10th."

Wei Liyang pondered for a few more breaths before finally nodding.

Princess Linglong remained silent.

Wei Liyang wanted to leave, but when he saw Princess Linglong staring intently at the sky, the anger suppressed within the human skin painting spread, causing a flash of savagery in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and said softly, "Princess, Chen Zhi'an has a strong and unyielding temperament, unlike others."

He had a moral compass, a desire to measure the world, which seemed to contradict the culture of aristocratic families, but in reality, it was not on the same path as the imperial family either.

"Now that he has shown his talent, having reached the Xuanlou in a short time, countless people in the Great Yu Kingdom want him dead. A young man who achieves fame at a young age always has a certain arrogance!"
Given his current situation, he should actually keep a low profile, quietly cultivate himself, and wait for a turning point.

But he insisted on being so high-profile, passing through Nanjing without entering, and instead making his whereabouts public.

He thought that with Prime Minister Song backing him up, he wouldn't die...

But some things are not so simple.

As Wei Liyang finished speaking, a hint of regret suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"It's a pity I never painted on him."

He spoke frankly, but with a hint of mockery in his tone: "He's going to die... but even so, he can still be proud before he dies."

Given his background, how could he have stirred up so much trouble in Xuantianjing in less than a year?

Princess Linglong trembled, but her eyes held a hint of stubbornness.

A few more quarters of an hour passed, and Yu Xunu, who had gone to wait for news, still hadn't appeared.

Wei Liyang did not leave either, but stood in the imperial city as well, as if he wanted to see how Princess Linglong would react after receiving the news.

In the sky, the clouds and mist flowed like silk, and even looked faintly pink.

Princess Linglong waited for a long time, her eyes stubborn.

Wei Liyang looked up at the sky, then at Princess Linglong, his tyranny and mockery growing stronger.

"Princess……"

He was about to speak!
Just then, several bolts of lightning flashed across the sky.

As if by divine decree, heavy snow began to fall from the sky.

Princess Linglong took a deep breath, and a light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Wei Liyang also sensed something and then looked up.

The next moment, his brows furrowed sharply beneath his helmet, and the mockery in his eyes vanished.

"Did the sage choose Chen Zhi'an?"

Wei Liyang had his own information, but since he had not yet reached the Creation Realm, his spiritual essence was insufficient to travel to Cangding Prefecture.

He thought Chen Zhian would pass through Nanjing without entering, instead choosing to hide in Dingzhou, traveling in a high-profile manner, thus inciting powerful clans to kill him, and causing all the powerful clans in the world to gamble everything, the outcome of which was already predetermined—

The sage will surely sacrifice Chen Zhi'an to appease the anger of the powerful clans, in exchange for the clan's dragon vein.

But I never thought...

Not only did Chen Zhian not die, but he actually returned safely!

At this moment, the Jade-like chariot broke through the clouds and flew through the void, disappearing into the distance amidst the flying snow.

On the carriage, Chen Zhian sat upright, his eyes fixed straight ahead, heading straight for East Street.

The crown adorned with a jewel and the robes embroidered with mountains, rivers, stars, and constellations complemented each other perfectly, making him appear as radiant as a jade tree!
Princess Linglong watched Chen Zhian leave with a look of surprise in her eyes.

Until Chen Zhian's figure disappeared into the horizon!
A few moments later, Princess Linglong suddenly lowered her head and glanced at Wei Liyang...

Princess Linglong, who was always gentle and polite... now had a clear hint of mockery in her eyes.

Wei Liyang was instantly enraged!
His aura surged forth, sweeping away the snow from the long street, and even dispelling the thick clouds in the sky!

Princess Linglong, however, seemed oblivious and turned to return to the palace.

Wei Liyang stood there for a long time before taking a deep breath.

"Just a sacrificial offering."

-

Chen Zhian had no time to admire the New Year's celebrations in Xuantianjing; instead, he went to visit Chancellor Song.

The Song Prime Minister's residence was completely empty.

"Could it be that he's entered the palace?"

Song Xiqu was old and held a high position, so he did not engage in social interactions with others and never interacted with other court officials.

Aside from his own courtyard, he usually only had the Hanging Heaven Palace.

Chen Zhian waited for a long time, until night fell.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, lanterns were hung high everywhere in the capital.

Crimson and bright yellow flowed in the night.

The East Street was equally bustling and prosperous, with thousands of lights strung together like a galaxy, and even the icicles on the eaves were tinged with warm colors.

Children chased after kites, while butterflies and goldfish with delicate bamboo frames skimmed past the lamplight.

"Unbeknownst to us, another year has passed."

Chen Zhian was somewhat lost in thought.

"But who knows if the Fengchan Terrace contains the sun and moon, or rain and snow."

Father and Mother, do you know that today is the first day of the Lunar New Year?

Whenever the holiday season, think twice.

Chen Zhian watched as the long street bustled with activity, the pedestrians' clothes stained with the sweet scent of candied melon, the peddler's copper bells jingling, and the dazzling fireworks of the acrobatic troupe blooming in the air...

Before these beautiful sights, there are always many families reunited, strolling along the long street together.

"I wonder when we will meet again."

With this thought in mind, Chen Zhian's eyes finally hardened.

He glanced at Song Xiqu's courtyard again, but didn't wait any longer. He turned and left the city for Qinglian County.

In the courtyard of Qinglian County.

Even on the first day of the Lunar New Year, there was not much difference in the courtyard.

The only difference was the added aroma of meat.

The men in the courtyard must have had a good meal, but after the meal, they did not go out for a stroll; instead, they remained in the courtyard to cultivate!
The same applies to Yun Ting and others.

Chen Zhian did not disturb them. He activated the Heaven and Earth Cocoon and quietly entered his room.

He sat down at the table and took off the jade pendant from his waist.

From within the jade pavilion on the mountain, a wisp of energy flickered, then transformed into a beam of light, condensing into the shape of a dragon.

"Thank you for your help today, senior."

Chen Zhian had a slight smile on his face.

The brilliance emanating from Fu Tingjun was much dimmer than it had been when he was in Cangding Prefecture.

He killed Liu Wuqi, suppressed He Chongjing and the Fire Sect Master, and single-handedly withstood the White Tiger Battle Formation. His combat strength was undeniably formidable.

As Chen Zhian's primordial spirit grew, he had already sensed the power of Fu Tingjun, but Fu Tingjun's combat strength still exceeded his expectations.

"Fu Tingjun's primordial spirit has not fully recovered, yet he is already so powerful; he doesn't even have a physical body..."

But what level of skill did Fu Tingjun possess at his peak?
"They must be at the Creation Realm, but it's unknown whether they are a powerful figure from the Heavenly Peak or have already ascended to the Profound Realm."

As Chen Zhian pondered this, he suddenly thought of two other figures related to Fu Tingjun.

One of them was the one who rode in a chariot, passing through Luofu Sea, with a celestial talisman above his head.

"It's the Crown Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

Chen Zhian could not forget the imposing presence of this Crown Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty.

There is also the Heavenly Talisman Divine Power, which is hailed as the greatest divine power in the world.

"The Crown Prince of Daqian destroyed the Fufeng Dragon Clan... and once again, he was ranked first on the Young Tiger Stele and the Whale Riding Stele!"

He must have already reached the pinnacle of creation, but who knows just how powerful his combat strength is.

"And there's also the Lord of Luofu Sea... Lord Five Thunder!"

Five Thunder Lords!
The person whose name is engraved on the ninth stele!

It could even injure Gong Longsu!

At that time, Chen Zhian had no feeling about the power of the Five Thunder Lords, nor did he know what the word "power" meant!
But now, looking back... the Five Thunder Lord never showed himself, yet he annihilated Fu Tingjun, who was hiding in the Luo Fu Sea and was possibly at the Xuan Gang realm, with a single bolt of lightning...

"This Five Thunder Lord must be a figure who has undergone a tribulation..."

Chen Zhian thought to himself, "It's even possible that he can transcend the Dao Tribulation and transcend the Creation!"

"What is the ninth realm, which is above the Creation Realm?"

(End of this chapter)