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[The chaotic dance of spring and autumn, the top floor of the Holy Sect Pavilion.]

The walls, floors, and ceiling were all engraved with intricate arrays of runes, emanating a mysterious, faint light that mingled with the surrounding darkness.

[Yu Ji, dressed in a simple white coat, exuding a cool and restrained aura.]

[The sensation was like divine knowledge bestowed from the heavens.]

She adjusted her glasses with her delicate fingers.

[Trembling fingertips, eyes glistening with tears behind glasses.]

[These all speak to the restless heart beneath her restrained and rational exterior.]

Yu Ji turned around and looked up.

The reflective lenses obscured the eyes, reflecting the image of a tall, imposing door.

[Deep, dark blue-green, ancient and weighty, covered with unfathomable talismans.]

[And it was heavily bound and restricted by shackles drawn with mysterious talismans.]

It was as if some unspeakable taboo was imprisoned behind the door.

Looking up at this forbidden door.

[Yu Ji slightly raised her delicate chin, her cherry lips curving into a smile.]

[With the fervor and obsession of gazing directly at the truth.]

She trotted lightly with her bare feet.

[Buzz...]

The array of talismans scattered throughout the pavilions shone brightly, illuminating the entire space with a dazzling, chaotic light.

Countless talismans intertwined and shifted, like the workings of a sophisticated instrument, gradually releasing their restraints.

[Splash...]

The shackles binding the ancient gate shook violently, eliciting a clanging sound of metal striking metal.

The grand gate suddenly trembled.

The profound fluctuations seemed to freeze space itself for a moment, blurring the lines between time, space, consciousness, and cognition...

They were all dragged into chaos and disorder.

Yu Ji gently pushed up her glasses, gracefully turned around, and faced away from the forbidden gate.

The shackles began to falter more violently.

[It was as if invisible chains extended and connected to Yu Ji's body.]

[That ancient, forbidden door.]

[Carried on her back.]

In an instant, the chaotic dance of seasons was frozen in time, the misty autumn rain frozen in time.

All the cultivators and scholars within the area had their minds corrupted once more, their pupils shimmering with a purple hue.

They all looked towards the pavilion.

Yu Ji sensed countless gazes looking up at him, their source emanating from the high heavens.

A rational and restrained demeanor reveals absolute indifference and calmness.

[Ignoring the admonition of the supreme will descended to earth.]

The two sides were locked in a tense standoff.

Yu Ji suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips resting on his shoulder, as if hooking onto something.

The metallic ripples spread outwards, reaching the forbidden gate behind them.

[This causes the shackles that bind and restrain you to sway.]

[The shackles could be seen gradually loosening, as if the seal was about to be broken and the tall door pushed open.]

Countless purple-tinged eyes suddenly focused.

[Then it dimmed and subsided, returning the corrupting will to its original state.]

The autumn rain, frozen in time, slanted down again, a thin mist swirling and drifting.

Yu Ji noticed that the divine knowledge from the heavens had been withdrawn.

Release the invisible chains that bind your fingertips.

The calm and indifferent expression softened.

[This is Yu Ji, who has always been unorthodox and adheres to the path of betraying his master and ancestors.]

[Directly defying the will of the heavens, engaging in a tense confrontation, and enduring immense pressure.]

Fortunately, she was burdened by the forbidden door.

[It possesses a sufficiently formidable deterrent power.]

Let that person choose to wait and see for now.

[The Celestial Master's Mansion.]

After you safely exited Taiyuan, the old Taoist priest suppressed the colorless electric arcs that had been tearing at the corners of his eyes.

[Now, sensing your divine awareness, I invite you to join the Tomb of the God of War Travel Group.]

He hesitated and remained silent for a moment.

The first-generation Taoist priest, within the realm of consciousness, did not interfere with his past and present self's decisions.

This is the other party's karma.

The second-generation Taoist priest didn't hesitate for long.

From the moment he began to inherit and integrate, it meant he believed in the future and chose to enter the game.

[Most importantly.]

[It was the predetermined path that bound the three disciples, freezing their fate in time.]

[This prevents him from resigning himself to fate and letting things drift aimlessly.]

[And then there's the fourth disciple, who's practically a half-disciple.]

He could no longer fathom how many supreme beings or ancient taboos this filthy, unlucky, yet persistent fellow was involved with.

The second-generation Taoist priest could not remain indifferent and stand by coldly.

【So. 】

The only way is to get involved yourself.

However, before that...

The second-generation Taoist priest lit three more incense sticks and placed them in the bronze cauldron.

[He bowed deeply in greeting.]

Here we go again?

[The ancestors sensed something was amiss; the way this contemporary Celestial Master had acted earlier had already made them feel uneasy.]

Fortunately, nothing reckless was done in the end.

Now, they're doing it again. What are they trying to achieve?

[The second-generation Taoist priest finished his rituals, his black robes billowing, and raised his hand in a gesture of restraint.]

Mysterious talismans were engraved in the void.

It breaks down the barriers of distance, connecting distant and unknown places.

[An ancient and dignified magic sword, a solemn and majestic jade seal.]

[Slowly emerging from the void.]

The second-generation Taoist priest held a sword in one hand and a seal in the other.

The contemporary Celestial Master wields the Celestial Master's Sword and holds the Celestial Master's Jade Seal.

This posture immediately evoked the names and inscriptions on the ancestral tablets, sketching out their spirit and conveying their divine essence.

Be wary of him causing trouble.

However, the second-generation Taoist priest did not use these two sacred artifacts of the Celestial Master's Mansion to do anything earth-shattering.

Instead, he calmly placed the Celestial Master's Sword and Jade Seal.

[Place it gently on the long table.]

Then he turned around abruptly, his ancient black robe billowing wildly, his steps powerful and vigorous.

The Celestial Master... descends the mountain!

[After the second-generation Taoist priest, in a fit of youthful exuberance, departed.]

[Only our ancestors remain disheveled in the ancestral hall.]

[We are both divinely aware; you sense me, and I sense you.]

[Finally, he gazed upon the Celestial Master's sword and jade seal.]

[Speculate on the meaning behind the old Taoist's actions.]

[Resigned as Celestial Master? Unwilling to be implicated? Left the sect? Established a new school?]

Whatever the possibility, our ancestors understood.

What this contemporary celestial master is about to do is absolutely insane.

What is the state of the Heavenly Master's Mansion's lineage?

[Our ancestors were divinely inspired; the lineage of the Celestial Masters is directly transmitted.]

The eldest disciple was barely breathing, the second disciple was in a perpetual slumber, and the third disciple was obsessed with playing with thunder.

[And that unspeakable destiny.]

[He is simply incapable of succeeding.]

[It's over, the Celestial Master's Mansion's lineage has ended.]

High above, in a Daoist grotto, a figure with a slightly shrewd eye, exuding mature masculine charm, casually and unrestrainedly mocks and teases.

Zhang Xunzhi, always eager for a good show, never missed the chance to stir up trouble.

Anyway, if the sky falls, our senior brother will hold it up; if he can't hold it up, we'll go to the Dao Ancestor.

Moreover, with so many beings of supreme status, and the existence of imperial power in the mortal realm, there was a complex web of power.

Is the sky... going to collapse?

Zhang Xunzhi smiled easily and contentedly.

[Hoping that this stagnant and corrupt system will see some novel changes, adding some vitality and interest to his nearly ten-thousand-year-long boring life of ascension.]

[In the mortal realm, in the central imperial capital, Taiyuan.]

The two imperial seals placed on Taiyuan caused a stir in both the mortal realm and the heavens.

Not to mention the powerful families and noble clans of the central court, and the officials and nobles of the capital.

[You just met with Han Jing and Yue Mu at Taiyuan Hall, where you had them hand over military affairs.]

All the officials then came forward to pay their respects.

[The Taiyuan Hall, bathed in a golden glow, exudes solemnity and grandeur.]

[You, through the gilded and painted imperial body, look down upon the vast and noble realm.]

Civil and military officials were lined up on both sides, arranged according to their official rank.

Those who enter the Taiyuan realm are all of immeasurable nobility in the mortal world, possessing the blessings of human fortune.

[As for the civil officials, they were naturally all Confucian scholars, or members of the Confucian school.]

After all, Confucianism not only controlled the ranks of officials, but also monopolized the discourse power of scholars.

[Regarding military officers.]

This represents a transition between the old and the new.

[The legacy of merit established alongside the founding emperor in ancient times.]

[A newly risen elite, led by Han Jingyue, divided up military power.]

Currently, Han Jing has earned the reputation of a military genius.

[This constitutes an absolute and overwhelming dominance over all other forces.]

Even the head of all officials, the prime minister, avoided his sharp edge.

Because this military genius was not only skilled in warfare.

Furthermore, they possess exceptional political acumen, masterful understanding of human nature, and a knack for planning for the future.

The power struggles within the court are at their peak.

[Furthermore, they commanded the Imperial Guards, and their killing power was formidable.]

Who would dare to engage in the underhanded tactics, backstabbing, deception, and power struggles with him?

Everyone hoped his killing spree would be too intense.

[May you suffer a terrible fate and be punished by heaven, and leave the stage as soon as possible.]