The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Qingcheng Mountain, the night before the Daoist Conference.

The crimson gold invitation lay quietly on the stone table, gleaming with a cold luster under the moonlight.

Wu Minghuang sat opposite Chen Xuan, her fingertips lightly tapping the table: "Kunlun Yuxuzi... his master's master was an old friend of yours, so he shouldn't have set up this scheme."

"But the invitation came at too much of a coincidence. You just suppressed the Demon Sect and destroyed twelve forces, and then Kunlun sent an invitation. The timing is delicate."

Shangguan Wan'er brewed tea and said softly, "I have consulted the ancient records. The 'Discussion Conference' of Kunlun in this generation should have been held three years later."

"Now that it's being brought forward, I'm afraid... just as you said, it's a trap."

Lu Yao leaned over the table and asked softly, "Senior brother, are you still going?"

Chen Xuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Go."

He put down his cup, looked in the direction of Dongfang Kunlun, and a deep look flashed in his eyes:

"Just because Yu Xuzi doesn't dare to set a trap doesn't mean that the others in Kunlun don't dare to."

"Kunlun has been the ancestral home of Taoism since ancient times, with numerous factions within it. Some want to use me to eliminate dissidents, some want to test my strength, and some... want me to die in Kunlun."

Wu Minghuang frowned: "Since you knew this, why did you still take the risk?"

"Because some things can't be avoided."

Chen Xuan said calmly, "The full recovery of spiritual energy is imminent, and the power structure of the world is about to be reshuffled."

"As the leader of the Taoist sect, Kunlun's attitude will determine the future direction of the human race."

"I have to go this time."

Shangguan Wan'er said softly, "Then I'll go with you, sir."

"I'll go too."

Wu Minghuang stood up. "The Dao Discussion Conference allows attendants, so I will bring the Phoenix Guard with me."

Chen Xuan shook his head: "You all stay at Qingcheng Mountain."

"teacher!"

"This trip to Kunlun is fraught with unpredictable dangers."

Chen Xuan looked at the two men and said, "I need you to guard Qingcheng Mountain and protect my foundation. If something happens to me in Kunlun, at least I'll have a way out."

Wu Minghuang bit her lip and finally nodded: "Alright, we'll guard the home. But you must come back safely, sir."

Chen Xuan smiled but didn't say anything.

Safety?

This trip is unlikely to be peaceful.

......

The next morning, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

Chen Xuan came alone.

He did not fly on a sword or ride a rainbow; he simply walked step by step up the Kunlun Mountain path like an ordinary traveler.

The mountain path winds its way through ancient trees on both sides, their spiritual energy so rich it almost turns into mist.

The higher you go, the stronger the spiritual energy becomes. By the time you reach the halfway point, you can already see the cascading waterfalls and cranes carrying lingzhi mushrooms.

As expected of the ancestral home of Taoism, it boasts a thousand-year-old heritage.

Disciples were already waiting in front of the mountain gate.

He was a young Taoist priest dressed in a moon-white robe, with a cultivation level in the late Foundation Establishment stage. Upon seeing Chen Xuan, he bowed and said, "This junior disciple of Kunlun, Qingxu, is here on the orders of the sect leader to respectfully welcome the Holy Master."

Chen Xuan nodded: "Lead the way."

Qingxu led the way, saying as they walked, "The Dao Discussion Conference is being held at 'Wen Dao Peak,' and the seniors from all the schools have already arrived."

"The sect leader specifically instructed that, given the Holy Master's noble status, he should be seated in the 'honored guest's seat'."

Chen Xuan smiled enigmatically: "The honored seats? I'm afraid that would make us the target of everyone's criticism."

Qingxu's expression stiffened slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Holy Master, you are wise... indeed, some people at this conference harbored ill intentions."

"Although the sect leader tried his best to mediate, Kunlun is not a monolithic entity."

"It's alright."

Chen Xuan said calmly, "Lead the way."

The two followed the mountain path uphill, passing three grand halls, and finally arrived at a towering peak.

The summit has been leveled, transforming into a thousand-foot-high platform.

The platform has a nine-story high platform in the center, with only three seats on the top floor—the central seat is the main seat for Kunlun Sect Leader Yu Xuzi, and the two seats on the left and right are for honored guests.

At this moment, hundreds of cultivators have gathered on the platform.

Golden Elixir is everywhere, Foundation Establishment cultivators are as numerous as clouds.

Almost all the well-known cultivation forces of the time had arrived.

When Chen Xuan stepped onto the platform, all eyes turned to him.

There is awe, curiosity, apprehension, and also ill will.

Yu Xuzi rose from the main seat, quickly stepped forward, and bowed respectfully: "Junior Yu Xuzi respectfully welcomes Holy Master."

He was the head of the Kunlun Sect, with a peak Golden Core cultivation level, yet he addressed himself as a junior, his attitude almost humble.

Chen Xuan raised his hand in a gesture of support: "No need for such formalities."

Yu Xuzi led him up the high platform and to the seat of honor on the left: "Holy Master, please take a seat."

Chen Xuan took his seat and scanned the entire room with his gaze.

The seat to the right, reserved for another "distinguished guest," was still empty.

Below the stage, cultivators from various factions whispered among themselves:

"That's the Holy Master Chen Xuan? He looks so young..."

"Nonsense, once you reach that level of cultivation, maintaining your youthful appearance is commonplace."

"I heard that he single-handedly suppressed the three elders of the Demonic Sect a few days ago and crippled the Golden Core cultivators of twelve forces... Such methods must mean he has already reached the Nascent Soul stage, right?"

"Nascent Soul? In this world, the Golden Core stage is already the limit, how could he possibly..."

Before the murmurs had subsided, a long howl echoed from the end of the mountain path:

"The Demon Sect Master has arrived!"

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone turned to look.

A jet-black demonic aura shot into the sky from the foot of the mountain, and within the aura, a throne of white bones slowly rose.

On the throne sat a middle-aged man in black robes, with a handsome yet eerie face, a blood-red demonic mark between his brows, and an aura of terrifying pressure from the early Nascent Soul stage!

"The Demon Sect Master... Li Youming!"

"He actually broke through to the Nascent Soul stage?!"

"It's over... Although the Holy Master is strong, he is ultimately only a Golden Core cultivator. How can he possibly defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Li Youming arrived through the air, landed on the high platform, and sat in the honored seat on the right.

He looked at Chen Xuan, a wicked smile playing on his lips:

"Chen Xuan, Chen Xiang, Holy Master... I have long admired your name."

Chen Xuan looked at him calmly: "Li Youming, three hundred years ago when your master was killed by my sword, you were still a servant in the Demon Sect."

"Now you've really made something of yourself, actually managing to break through to the Nascent Soul stage."

Li Youming's face darkened, but he immediately smiled and said, "Yes, it is thanks to the Holy Master's sword that my master's soul was scattered back then that I was able to sit on the position of sect leader."

"I should thank you, really."

He paused, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes:

"Therefore, I have come to Kunlun today specifically to thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Nascent Soul's pressure was released, crushing towards Chen Xuan!

Yu Xuzi's expression changed, and he wanted to stop him, but how could a Golden Core cultivator withstand the pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

He was so shocked that he staggered back three steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth!

All the cultivators present were overwhelmed and could hardly breathe; those with weaker cultivation collapsed to the ground!

Only Chen Xuan remained seated.

The pressure from the Nascent Soul cultivator landed on him, but it vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Li Youming's pupils contracted slightly: "You..."

"Is that all you've got?"

Chen Xuan raised his eyes, "You dare to cause trouble in Kunlun?"

He stood up and took a step forward.

His aura began to rise!

Peak Golden Core Stage, Early Nascent Soul Stage!

"You're also a Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

Li Youming was horrified. "This is impossible! There is absolutely no way that the world could accommodate two Nascent Soul cultivators!"

"If Heaven and Earth will not tolerate me, then I will shatter Heaven and Earth."

Chen Xuan's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable domineering air:

"Li Youming, weren't you going to thank me?"

"Then repay with your life."

He raised his hand, not with a sword pointing, not with a fist.

Instead, it formed an ancient mudra.

"Heaven and Earth Seal - Suppress!"

The mudra was formed, and the world changed color!

The spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles gathered wildly, condensing into an ancient seal in Chen Xuan's palm!

It is printed with the illusory images of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers and peaks, exuding a terrifying power that suppresses heaven and earth!

This is the ancient divine power "Qiankun Seal", which uses the power of heaven and earth to suppress all evil spirits!