Chapter 232: Tai Xuan Thirteen True Immortals

After the confusion, countless gazes descended, settling upon Qing Xu.

Sword Sect, Taishang Dao Sect, Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect, Hehuan Sect…

Even across the distant starry heavens.

Some indifferent, some tyrannically fierce, others sorrowful or icy—each different.

In an instant, wind and clouds surged.

Qing Xu, one of the Central Continent's famed perilous lands, seemed unable to bear these gazes brimming with boundless power, emitting continuous groans of strain.

The spatial storms that raged perpetually within it vanished completely at this moment.

The sound of Dao resonance boomed and echoed, spreading to all eight directions.

The cultivators still lingering on the cliff felt their minds surge; the ultimate truths of the Dao appeared before them without reservation, and the cultivation bottlenecks that had trapped them for so long vanished silently.

Its effect was even stronger than the previous Alliance of Righteous Sects' Martial Exhibition.

Yet, just as many cultivators were lost in rapture, the mysterious realm abruptly withdrew.

Instantly!

From the cliff, wails rose continuously; some even knelt and banged their heads, begging to feel that mysterious realm once more.

But no matter how they pleaded, that mysterious realm never returned—only the distant Qing Xu remained, its misty sea churning.

This was not due to the Immortals' stinginess, but… excess is as bad as deficiency.

Zhang Yunlu was merely at Foundation Establishment; even the special Tongxuan herb dared not be used excessively.

How much less so this True Immortal Dao essence, saturated with strong personal will?

Cultivators cultivate their own Dao.

The Great Dao is like an ocean; one's own Dao is the boat.

Without the thought of "seizing the Dao," one may merely borrow others' Dao—never sink too deeply into it.

Indeed, the vast majority on this cliff will never reach that stage, but life is unpredictable—who knows if one day they might ride the wind and soar straight upward?

Do not let this momentary pleasure prevent you from advancing further later—that would truly be trading a small gain for a great loss.

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At the center of Qing Xu, where the gazes descended.

The Jieyan Yi rotated; Xu Xing stood before it, light illuminating his body, casting a long shadow.

The Qidaxian Sect, the Confusion, the Daoist friends and elders in the starry heavens, and the True Immortals—unknown in location, silently guarding the younger generation of humanity…

"Fellow Daoists, long time no see," Xu Xing said aloud, gazing into the void.

Though merely gazes, this was the first gathering of the Tai Xuan Thirteen True Immortals in many years.

"Hehehe! Xu kid, why summon us all of a sudden?"

A sinister laugh echoed, summoning countless twisted black shadows.

This was the black-shadowed human True Immortal who, that day in the starry heavens, had clashed with the white-haired human Immortal against "Xuan."

He was one of the Tai Xuan Thirteen True Immortals—and arguably the sole surviving first-generation human cultivator alive today.

During his youth, while traveling the continent with his master, Xu Xing had received much care from him.

He was a true, genuine pioneer of humanity's Dao!

"Elder, please listen to me…"

A True Immortal's thought can shake the myriad worlds.

Thus, in less than an instant, Xu Xing explained everything Ning Ruo had proposed—the "Ascension Plan"—and all he had witnessed in the Beast God Realm.

"What do you all think?"

"Good, good!" the black-shadowed human True Immortal replied in agreement.

Then, a twisted strand of black shadow appeared out of thin air, swaying gently as it drifted into the Jieyan Yi before Xu Xing.

"These are the coordinates of the worlds I once captured."

Xu Xing stirred his mind, realizing many of the world coordinates within the shadow matched those he had previously harvested.

"Thank you, Elder."

Soon, a strand of white light tinged with sorrow also fell into the Jieyan Yi—the white-haired human True Immortal had sent his world coordinates as well.

"Thank you, Daoist."

Once all world coordinates had been collected, a voice of majestic, tyrannical power rang out.

It was Ba Zun. "It seems Confusion must go to the Beast God Realm."

"Naturally," Confusion replied calmly.

These mere beast creatures dared to enslave humanity…

"The Beast God's state is peculiar; we'll need a few more Daoists," Xu Xing said.

The most critical task in this journey to the Beast God Realm was eliminating the "Tianyi Immortal"—the fusion of the Beast God and Hun Tian Yi—something Confusion alone could hardly accomplish.

Soon, a trace of sorrowful emotion flickered—the white-haired human True Immortal was about to speak.

But a low, calm voice cut him off: "I'll go."

As the words ended, his body, carried by the gaze, crossed space and appeared inside the "Return Home" laboratory.

The man wore a massive coat of beast hide—primitive and wild—and carried a large, jet-black bow in hand; his face was rugged and resolute, as if carved from stone.

Yet his eyes were utterly lifeless, devoid of any gleam.

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"Ashamed?"

This man was the True Immortal who secretly guarded humanity's Dao foundation.

His true name was long forgotten; he bore only the title "Kui."

"Brother of the Dao, count me in for this journey to the Beast God Realm," he said gravely.

His voice, like his lifeless eyes, held not a trace of vitality.

"…Very well."

Kui's willingness to go was something Xu Xing had never anticipated.

But the rule—"Who seizes the Daoic foundation of the human race shall suffer calamity"—was etched into the Dao of Tai Xuan Realm; Kui's temporary departure would not disturb it.

"Are there any other brothers willing to go to the Beast God Realm?" Xu Xing asked further.

"Oh my, I do very much wish to go, but I cannot leave," came a voice full of allure, tinged with regret.

It was Master Mei Zu of the Hehuan Sect.

As an elder ancestor of the Xian Sect, she was bound by Hun Tian Yi and found it difficult to break free.

"No matter. If you truly wish to go, I shall bear the burden of the Tianyi that holds you."

"Hm? Brother, are you serious?"

"Of course," Xu Xing nodded slightly. "Even if two more sects' Tianyi were to weigh upon me, I shall bear them all!"

The remaining spot goes to my senior sister.

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All the immortals gathered at Qing Xu, with no concealment whatsoever.

Such a massive disturbance had shaken the Past Domain and awakened Gu, the one who governed it.

Yet Gu could only perceive that multiple human true immortals had appeared above Qing Xu.

The exact reason, and how many there were, remained entirely unknown.

Unless… one went to the Real Domain to see for oneself.

Gu did not hesitate long; immediately, He made His decision.

The Cang Clan now lay entirely at a disadvantage; even if this were truly a trap, He had no choice but to step into it.

After all, He had already mastered the Past Domain at the root level—if He did not wish it, who could kill Him?

With a single thought, in barely an instant, Gu crossed time and arrived upon the cliff above the Real Domain's Qing Xu.

For this covert act was undertaken solely for observation.

Thus, He did not even utter the phrase, "Heaven gives all things to nourish humanity."

His gaze pierced through layers of obstruction, fixed upon the churning sea of mist above.

What could the gathering of human true immortals possibly mean…?

Yet the next moment, He froze rigid.

He felt thirteen pairs of eyes, brimming with boundless power, all fixated upon Him from within the mist sea of Qing Xu!

Human… thirteen true immortals?!

"Gu, you've finally come." (End of Chapter)