Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 638 Departure
The blue-gray sky is shrouded in mist and rain.

The drizzle seemed endless, bringing with it a chilling, wet, and cool feeling.

Chen Mu and the other man escaped at such a fast speed that they had already passed the distance of a million miles in less than a day.

At this time, several Nascent Soul cultivators had gathered in Xuantian Mansion, most of whom were from Xuantian Mansion, with the exception of a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a star robe and a lotus crown on his head.

He was no ordinary person either, but the Nascent Soul candidate sent by Feixing Taoist Palace this time, with the Taoist name Xuancheng.

Speaking of which, Feixing Taoist Palace also has three Nascent Soul cultivators, but one is already eight hundred years old, and the other has only recently entered the realm. Therefore, the arduous task of going to Zhongzhou to burn incense naturally fell on him.

He had been there once and knew very well how powerful the cultivators in Central Continent were, so he didn't want to get involved again. However, Sun Zhiyan went to persuade him in person, so he could only pretend to be positive and nodded in agreement.

But deep down, I couldn't help but feel that this journey had little hope...

"I heard that the newly promoted fellow cultivator from Fushan Changhe has the potential to reach the seventh level of Nascent Soul. Sun Zhiyan has high hopes for him..."

Xuan Cheng shook his head and sighed, thinking to himself, "Seventh level talent is only considered outstanding in Beiyuan. How can it be considered outstanding in Zhongzhou? Sigh..."

While he was thinking, someone suddenly came in from outside the hall and announced, "The two seniors from Fushan Changhe have arrived."

Sun Zhiyan's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and said with a smile: "Everyone, follow me to welcome him."

Everyone came out of the temple one after another, and when they stopped, they looked up and saw two figures walking in the air among the misty clouds.

The person in the lead was an old Taoist priest in a cloud robe with white hair and beard. He was tall and straight, and he looked at the old acquaintances below with a smile, which made everyone smile.

Behind him was a young Taoist priest wearing a black robe and with an elegant face. His eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky, deep and unfathomable. As he came towards them, he was proud and energetic, with his sleeves fluttering.

Although the disciples of Xuantian Mansion had never seen him take action, they were all unconsciously captivated by his aura that was as vast as the sea and soared into the sky, and the scene fell silent.

"Hahaha……"

Sun Zhiyan's eyes turned twice, and something moved in his heart. He laughed out loud and walked forward.

"Fellow Daoist Tianxing, is this fellow Daoist Lingyuan?"

Taoist Tianxing nodded, turned his head and introduced Chen Mu, "This is Brother Sun from Xuantian Mansion. It was he who suggested you go this time."

Chen Mu had heard him talk about this before, so he smiled slightly, bowed his head and said, "Lingyuan greets Senior Sun."

Sun Zhiyan nodded and smiled, "It is indeed jade-like and golden in appearance, with an extraordinary aura. However, fellow Daoist Lingyuan, please do not call me senior. You and I have different Taoist traditions, but since we are fellow Daoists, we can just call each other fellow Daoists."

After saying that, he extended his hand and introduced the people behind him as well as Taoist Xuancheng.

After Chen Mu greeted everyone one by one, Sun Zhiyan's tone changed. He turned to Tian Xing and said, "Time is running out. If you have nothing else to do, I will go and inform Uncle Pingyang."

Taoist Tian Xing agreed with this and held out his hand, saying, "Brother, please do as you please."

Sun Zhiyan nodded and immediately sent the light towards the depths of the mountain gate.

Chen Mu's heart was moved. When he came here, Taoist Tianxing had already explained everything here clearly.

There are three True Gods of Transformation in Beiyuan, two of whom are in Xuantian Mansion alone.

The Uncle Master Pingyang mentioned by Sun Zhiyan was one of them, and he was also the leader of their trip.

As the ancestor of a continent, there is no reason for him to stay out of such a major event that concerns the fate of Beiyuan...

Not long after, Sun Zhiyan returned and nodded with everyone else. Then he shouted loudly, "Disciples of Xuantian Mansion, follow me to pay homage to the ancestor!"

Tens of thousands of disciples, fearing no error, kowtowed in greeting. Chen Mu and the others didn't stand there idly, either; they all cupped their hands and waited quietly.

Suddenly, the rain stopped abruptly, the clouds and fog dissipated, and the warm sunlight shone brightly, casting a thousand-foot golden glow.

And in this sudden change of the celestial phenomenon, a mighty Taoist priest with golden light on his body and wearing a purple gold crown on his head slowly arrived.

This man had a broad forehead and chin, eyes that were bright and clear, and he wore a golden robe, a rhinoceros belt, brocade boots and a cloak. He was tall and strong, and had a very majestic demeanor.

Chen Mu was surprised. He originally thought that Pingyang Zhenjun was an old Taoist priest with a fairy-like appearance, but he did not expect that this person was so "young". Moreover, his dress did not look like that of a Taoist monk, but rather like that of a wealthy family in the mortal world.

However, clothing and appearance cannot represent the level of cultivation. No matter how Master Pingyang is dressed, he is always the top Divine Transformation cultivator in the continent.

Pingyang Zhenjun smiled slightly and said loudly, "No need to be polite. Stand up."

"Yes."

A group of disciples stood up in a mighty manner, and then at Sun Zhiyan's signal, a beautiful female cultivator stood up with a zither in her arms, and a boy in a white robe struck the bell and the chime.

In an instant, immortal sounds filled the air above the mountain gate of Xuantian Mansion, smoke and clouds rose, and spiritual light gathered.

Master Pingyang nodded slowly, cast his gaze downward, and said softly, "Which one is Young Master Lingyuan?"

Chen Mu's heart moved, and he stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Junior pays homage to Master Pingyang."

"Hmm..." Pingyang Zhenjun smiled and nodded, "Your talent is a blessing to Beiyuan. You should show your talents on this trip!"

Chen Mu's eyes flashed slightly, and after receiving his meaningful look, he bowed and said yes.

His "Nine-fold Tribulation Thunder Talent" had probably already been known to True Lord Pingyang...

Sun Zhiyan was a little puzzled when he saw this. He was just a seventh-level Nascent Soul, so how could he be considered a blessing to Beiyuan?
He shook his head, his expression suddenly paused, and he thought to himself, "Could it be... this boy has an eighth-level talent?"

Thinking of this, he was overjoyed and his confidence in this trip increased a little more.

A moment later, after burning incense and praying on the northern plain, a few people suddenly heard a clear cry in the sky, loud and pleasant.

True Lord Pingyang looked up at the sky, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the endless void and reach the depths of Zhongzhou.

"The cranes are crying...it's time for us to set off."

Chen Mu and the other three all nodded in agreement.

True Lord Pingyang regained his composure, waved his hand, and summoned a floating heavenly palace. After leading the four people in, he took off on a cloud and flew towards Zhongzhou at a high speed.

At the same time, all the Nascent Soul cultivators on the northern plains seemed to sense something, and they all looked up at the sky, muttering to themselves, "I hope this will have a good outcome..."

……

Western Desert, Great Leiyin Temple.

Two figures, one old and one young, sat at the top, and below them stood several monks in different attire, all of them holding a single hand in greeting, with their eyes closed and silently chanting Buddhist mantras, as if they were waiting for something.

Not long after, a yellow-robed abbot came in from outside and reported, "Master, there's news from Baoguang Temple that Master Shenxiu has sent his disciple Chiwang to attend the meeting."

The head monk nodded and smiled upon hearing this, saying, "Master Shenxiu understands the great principles of justice. This is truly a blessing for us in the Western Desert."

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(End of this chapter)