Chapter 764 - 537: Blood Drop Map (Part 3)
Du Han’s gaze fixed on the top layer of the Immortal Rankings, his heart stirred up waves of astonishment, deeply shaken.
At the top of the rankings, the imprint of Mahayana Venerables densely packed, brimming with overwhelming pressure, numbering nearly half a hundred!
In a Grand Thousand World, throughout ancient times, countless ages, Mahayana Venerables are merely few, akin to phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, suppressing an entire era.
However, often after a Mahayana Venerable appears, not long after, they would cross the tribulation and ascend, heading to the higher Immortal Realm, questing for a broader path.
Never heard of two Venerables appearing in the same era, let alone such a crowd of them!
After pondering for a moment, Du Han slowly spoke, expressing his inner speculation:
"I think there is an opportunity of True Immortal inheritance within the Immortal Mountain, even in the Immortal Realm it is extremely rare, these Venerables are unwilling to ascend easily, thus linger here."
Listening to this, the elder Mirror slowly nodded:
"What you say makes sense. Even Void Refining Cultivators can comprehend Loose Immortal Divine Techniques here, showcasing the deep foundation and heaven-defying opportunities of the Immortal Mountain."
"Since these Mahayana cultivators are willing to stay, they must have a grander opportunity that aids in climbing higher."
He paused, his gaze burning as he looked at the imprints on the rankings, sighing once more, filled with lament:
"Indeed it is the Immortal Dao Great Era!"
"Long heard that the Immortal Mountain gathers powerhouses from various Grand Thousand Worlds, fighting like dragons and tigers, meeting today truly feel this statement is not false, such grand spectacle, unprecedented throughout time."
Du Han retracted his heart spirit, suppressing his inner shock, continued to glance at the rankings, his gaze slowly moving down, skimming past many strong names, suddenly stopping, his gaze fixing on a name with a slight change in expression.
Qin Zhaoyu, Dharma Master of Illusion Destruction!
On the rankings, her cultivation is clearly marked: Integration Third Step!
Du Han’s gaze slightly moved, his heart spirit carried a bit of surprise, softly muttering, filled with unexpectedness:
"Broke through?"
Previously, he had asked around, this Qin Clan ancestor was trapped in the Integration Second Step for many years, unable to break through.
"Didn’t expect, suddenly breaking through here, stepping into the third step, becoming a true Dharma Master Level strong person."
"In this light, the opportunity of the Daoist Monarch’s cave back then, is likely seized by this person, thus breaking through the bottleneck."
Hearing this, the elder Mirror slowly shook his head, his tone carried a few warnings and solemnity, sternly said:
"Good lad, don’t think too much, nor seek past opportunities, distracting your focus."
"Now that you’ve just entered the Immortal Mountain, the primary matter is to focus on passing through the mountain, accumulate Contribution Points, break through the Void Refining Realm, don’t let things go awry."
Du Han nodded, instantly regaining his composure, his expression restored to determination, firmly nodded, his tone respectful and resolute:
"Disciple will remember elder Mirror’s teachings, not dare make mistakes."
After speaking, he raised his eyes towards the main peak of the eighty-eight layers, determination flashing in his eyes, his Dao Rhyme slightly stirring, his form moved, decisively stepping into the mountain, his figure soon disappeared amid the misty peaks, leaving behind a determined back.
...
Meanwhile, at the Antarctic Immortal Mansion, where immortal energy swirled and auspicious rays flowed, a scene of immortal family prosperity.
The Panwu Palace stood towering, its halls adorned with jade beams and painted pillars, jade pillars supporting the heavens, majestic and inviolable.
Inside and outside the palace, the sound of people was boiling, spirit light dazzling, immortal energy permeating, a scene of bustling prosperity.
Various cultivators came one after another, all here to congratulate Qin Zhaoyu on her breakthrough to the Integration Third Step.
Under Chen Sheng’s seat, many disciples have long since passed away, but their sect members, disciples, friends, and family, all relied on the Panwu lineage, thriving and passing down generation after generation.
Over the long passage of time, the Panwu lineage has become lush and leafy, talented people abound, becoming a formidable force within the Antarctic Immortal Mansion, intimidating all sides, none dare easily provoke.
Due to Chen Sheng’s long-term seclusion, paying no attention to mundane affairs, in recent years, the affairs of the Panwu lineage have been mostly managed by Qin Zhaoyu.
She is the backbone of the Panwu lineage, the pillar of the Panwu lineage.
Now that Qin Zhaoyu’s cultivation has broken through, her lifespan extended, can prolong life for ten Primordial Assemblies, in the years ahead, the Panwu lineage will surely flourish further, climbing another level.
Besides the Qin Clan members, the Panwu sect people are the happiest, their expressions filled with respect and joy.
Qin Zhaoyu sat on a high platform, dressed in a light purple Daoist robe.
Her gaze slowly swept through the hall, gathered cultivators, of exceptional demeanor, mostly descendants of former sect compatriots.
Qin Clan, Shura Lineage, Yunlu Lineage, Qi Clan, Yuan Clan two lineages...
One by one familiar surnames, faces strange but carrying a few traces of familiarity, came into view.
Her gaze slowly swept through the crowd, her mind involuntarily recalling the appearance of the small Panwu Palace back then.
At that time, a group of senior brothers, sitting together, discussing cultivation, laughing and chatting, full of youthful spirit, each with a heart set on the Great Dao, aspiring high and far.
But time is merciless, years easily age, the Heavenly Dao is unpredictable, human life finite.
Now, the senior brothers from those days, the former sect friends, have all turned into a mound of yellow earth, dissipating between heaven and earth.
Only she remains, weathering through the vicissitudes of time, surviving to this day, witnessing the changes of the world.
Qin Zhaoyu sighed in her heart:
"Things change, the sea turns to mulberry fields, from our former sect only I remain."
"Fortunately, your descendants all exist, the Panwu lineage increasingly prosperous, steadily growing."
...
Time slowly passed.
The immortal music gradually faded, guests leisurely scattered, coming to congratulate the cultivators left one after another, each returning to their place, rushing to their own paths.
The bustling Panwu Palace gradually returned to tranquility.
Only Qin Zhaoyu remained, standing alone on the high platform, her robes flowing, her posture solitary.
She lifted her gaze, looking towards the void outside the hall, her vision far-reaching, seemingly able to pierce through layers of walls, seeing deep into the Eight Jewels Palace.
She knows, her master has been in closed-door cultivation for a long time, pushing for a higher realm.
Qin Zhaoyu silently prayed in her heart:
"Master’s Dao Heart is resolute, in this closed-door cultivation, break through the realm, successfully cross the tribulation, and prove the Great Dao!"