Chapter 3049: Past and Future Divine Descent

Du Shan urgently requested: "Your Majesty, since the Holy Venerable of the Void intends to scatter our commanders and troops abroad, should we recall some of them to thwart his scheme?"

The Heavenly Demon often used this tactic of luring the tiger away from the mountain, so Du Shan could see through it at a glance. He just didn't know what the Holy Venerable of the Void actually planned to do.

Regardless, if the Holy Venerable of the Void hasn't descended personally, he couldn't possibly attack Cangyan's homeland. But he has sent many heavenly troops, who are stirring restlessly around Cangyan, disrupting sight and sound. In other words

He Lingchuan pondered: "The Holy Venerable of the Void is unlikely to mobilize a large army against Cangyan, but some conspiracy may be secretly underway." He then added: "The Holy Venerable's announcement of the divine descent date is truly a brilliant move. It will create an illusion among mortals that all disasters will only occur after that day. Thus, everyone will subconsciously relax their vigilance before the divine descent. In fact," he sighed: "Our war with the Heavenly Demon is ongoing every moment—what final deadline could there be?"

Du Shan nodded immediately: "Your Majesty's insight is profound—I understand. The Heavenly Demon is likely also secretly plotting against us these days. On the day of his descent, before tomorrow, we cannot rule out that he will make a major move."

He Lingchuan nodded: "As long as Ju City remains stable, Cangyan can respond to all changes with constancy. As for the great weapon to stabilize Ju City?" He exhaled softly: "Where is it now?"

Du Shan replied: "At Liao Hua Street."

He Lingchuan smiled faintly: "Good."

After speaking, he hastily ended the call. The frontline war continued, and he couldn't afford to be distracted for long.

At that moment, a flash of light appeared in the Lan Yue Pavilion. Du Shan looked up, somewhat surprised:

"You're back already?"

An oil-paper bundle appeared on the desk.

"I brought you a pack of Wu Ji's egg-flower pastry."

"Thank you."

Then Du Shan heard the other party say: "Someone infiltrated the Chixiao Golden Hall—origin unknown."

Pan Xincheng naturally wouldn't bring Dongmu Heng to the Chief Archivist's office for identification plaques, since the two of them couldn't make the plaques glow anyway—doing so would only expose their identities. They went to a very secluded place—the kitchen.

The outer hall of the Chixiao Golden Hall has seven kitchens: two are for ministers on duty to cook meals, the remaining five are exclusively for palace personnel and guards. The kitchen Pan Xincheng took them to is one of the ordinary ones. Meals here are prepared and distributed by the Xu hour, after which pots are washed and stoves wiped clean—everyone leaves spotless, leaving only a young attendant on duty. Pan Xincheng could easily make him fall asleep; now the kitchen is silent, not even a ghostly shadow remains. He led them into a small room, first set up a soundproof barrier, then asked softly: "Are you sure you don't want to wait until the dead of night? Right now, the palace gates haven't closed yet.

People come and go in the palace—if we're to secretly undertake such a major matter, shouldn't we choose the Zi hour?"

"Now is the right time." Dongmu Heng's thought process has always differed from ordinary people's: "If we wait until the third watch, walking on the road with our few people would be too conspicuous. Besides, we're outsiders—better to act now. With so many people in the palace, we'd actually blend in better." Since the Holy Venerable of the Void designated him as chief planner, Pan Xincheng could only say:

"You decide."

Wei Jia Shen gave him a look meaning: You know how annoying this brat is, right?

"There are still one or two days until the Holy Venerable's announced divine descent date—neither the Nine Abyss nor Cangyan people would expect us to act now." Dongmu Heng said solemnly: "Please, come forth, divine descent—let us begin."

Wei Jia Shen then took out a tiny crystal bottle from his bosom—only as long as a finger—but inside it contained mountains, water, and buildings.

From Lingxu City to Cangyan Ju City, such small ornaments are popular, called "qi jing," referring to placing stones and plant moss inside a container to create a unique miniature scene.

But the crystal bottle in Wei Jia Shen's hand is no ordinary qi jing—it is a mustard-seed space capable of carrying living things while moving!

This space can hold at most two hundred living people, but currently, only the Heavenly Demon qualifies to be loaded into it.

He whispered twice to the crystal bottle, then tipped it upside down—immediately, a fluorescent light flew out of the mouth, instantly reconstituting into a human form.

It was a thin, small man with an ordinary, unremarkable face—toss him into a crowd and you couldn't pick him out.

But his eyes were somewhat strange: gray-green in color, pupils tiny as needlepoints, appearing focus-less at first glance.

He was the one entrusted with great responsibility in this operation—the divine descent.

Wei Jia Shen then said to him: "We are already inside the Chixiao Golden Hall—can you perceive the flow of its magic power?"

"Let me try." After speaking, the divine descent's eyes lost their color, turning gray-white—quite unsettling.

After a while, he suddenly reached out and patted the shoulders of Pan Xincheng and Dongmu Heng.

With that pat, everything visible to the two of them instantly transformed into another scene.

The sun had already set; tonight there was no sunset glow, Ju City had entered the blue hour, the palace's solemn buildings and luxuriant trees turned into shadows—but after borrowing the divine descent's vision, the entire palace glowed with radiant light, everywhere flowing with mist and rosy vapors.

If He Lingchuan also had this vision and witnessed this scene, he would describe it with just one word:

High saturation, high-frequency exposure.

Dongmu Heng felt only novelty and grandeur, unable to stop glancing left and right. Some places glowed with intense rosy light, others only a thin layer of watery mist—but all flowed, never stagnant. This made the Chixiao Golden Hall appear even more mysterious.

The divine descent asked the two: "Do you see the divine power fluctuations and magic power flow?"

The Chixiao Golden Hall itself is a powerful magical artifact, and these floating lights and rosy vapors are its divine power fluctuations. To the vast majority of people, and to the vast majority of immortals, this is absolutely invisible to the naked eye.

But the divine descent happens to possess this talent—he can perceive the origins and trajectories of divine powers and techniques.

Whether it's divine powers, barriers, or magical formations—where they come from, who casts them, where their center lies—none can escape his tracing ability.

This resembles how He Lingchuan, as the God of Fate, can perceive the "threads of causality," but the underlying principle is different.

Thus, the question "Where exactly is the core of the Chixiao Golden Hall?" which could perplex Dongmu Heng and the gods, is easily solved before the divine descent—"I see it!" Dongmu Heng nodded repeatedly, filled with awe. The gods' divine powers are indeed all-encompassing, leaving nothing extraordinary unseen.

At present, to him, all the flowing rosy lights point toward a single source—meaning they all drift out from that place. Find that place, and you find the hiding spot of the Chixiao Golden Hall's core!