Volume 3 - Chapter 326: Supreme Being of the Celestial Palace - Part 3
She followed Li Hao's gaze and saw that he was exchanging flirtatious glances with yet another unfamiliar woman. Her teeth clenched in fury.
His cultivation might not be high, but his talent for dallying with women certainly wasn't lacking. He hadn't even married her yet, but she already felt a hint of green atop her head.
Elsewhere, a pair of eyes belonging to a man clad in snow-white robes, bearing the sword insignia of Tian Hongyi from the Myriad Mountain Sword Tower, glanced toward Lin Qingying. Upon seeing the smile bloom on the face of that green-robed woman and tracing the direction of her gaze, his brows furrowed instantly and his expression turned cold.
“So this is the Celestial Palace?”
“That Supreme Being resides within? The countless races of the True Realm, after endless ages of cultivation, seek to reach this pinnacle—Immortal Emperor!”
Disciples of various sects were all gazing in awe at the towering, sky-reaching palace. Yet all that met their eyes were endless steps and just a corner of the palace at the summit.
The thought that they were about to behold an Immortal Emperor with their own eyes made the eyes of even the most outstanding geniuses glimmer with excitement.
No matter how peerless a genius might be, the end of the path of cultivation was always the Immortal Emperor.
Moreover, the deeds of each Immortal Emperor echoed throughout the True Realm. Each carved out their own Path of Emperors, leaving a legacy that would endure for generations.
“Emperor Chu, please.”
Only when the disciples of all the sects had descended from the Immortal Ascension City did Feng Leixiang reveal a smile and gesture once more in invitation to Emperor Chu.
The Dharma Aspect of Emperor Chu towered tens of zhang high, still awe-inspiring in appearance. His gaze was indifferent yet commanding. He followed Feng Leixiang’s lead, ascending the steps.
Disciples of all sects followed, step by step, under the guidance of their sect leaders or elders.
Li Hao stood with Gu Yan and Yuexi, his head lifting now and then to look around. But the stairway was incredibly long—likely a half-hour's climb. After some initial glancing about, the two next to him buried their heads and climbed with tightly knit brows, clearly troubled.
Murong Qingwu, close to Yuexi and also a woman, nudged her gently with her elbow.
“Silly girl, what are you thinking about? Don’t tell me you're hoping the Immortal Emperor will vindicate your clan?”
Startled, Yuexi looked around nervously. Only when she saw no one was paying attention did her expression shift. She bit her lip and said softly:
“To the Immortal Emperor, it’s just a matter of a single sentence.”
“That’s true,” Murong Qingwu nodded, “but those at the top of the world are always stingy with their words.”
Clearly, she hoped Yuexi would abandon such thoughts, lest she offend the Supreme Being. After all, this was an Immortal Emperor—a being so lofty that even a single thought from him could determine life or death. None could threaten him, save perhaps the united might of the Ancient Fiends’ Emperors.
“My clan has no ties to calamity. We may possess great power, but we've never misused it,” Yuexi said, biting her lip.
The Calamity Clan was scorned in the True Realm, a name synonymous with infamy. When Li Tiemu first brought her to the Sword Abyss, it was under immense pressure.
Her Dao Heart and innate talent had been so impressive that even the Myriad Mountain Sword Tower had competed for her. But once they learned her heritage, they withdrew entirely—refusing her even when she sought to join.
“Public opinion is deadly. If you're wearing filthy clothes, no one cares who put them on you. They’ll still say you’re a beggar,” Murong Qingwu sighed, shaking her head.
Beside them, Li Tiemu overheard their conversation and his heart skipped a beat. He said urgently, “Young lady, don’t even think about something so foolish. Why would the Immortal Emperor care about such matters? Unless you take top honors at the Southern Domain Battle Assembly, you won’t even qualify to speak before him.”
Yuexi clenched her fingers, a trace of unwillingness in her heart.
Murong Qingwu added, “That’s right. There’s one other way—enter the Imperial Battle Mountain and rise among the hundred clans. That’ll give you a voice.”
Of course, Yuexi knew that path too. But that road was far more difficult than the Southern Domain contest—much bloodier.
“I understand,” she said softly. She knew that if she acted on impulse, she might drag the entire Great Dream Nine Abysses Sect into her mess. It could even bring disaster upon the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty itself. If that happened, the tales of the Calamity Clan bringing ruin would only become more entrenched.
Nearby, Gu Yan glanced at her. Seeing that she’d relented, he slowly looked away. The tight grip of his hands loosened, his expression returning to calm.
As they continued the climb, the endless stairway was finally behind them. The group could now see the Celestial Palace where the Supreme Being resided.
An immense palace stood before them, towering and majestic, seeming to connect with the heavens. Surrounding it were flowing lights, streams of brilliance that resembled the very Dao Source Streams atop the Heavenly Dao Bridge.
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