Chapter 835

Li Rui and the other two were startled.

“Congratulations, Daoist.”

To ascend from Zhenjun to Daojun, one must not only comprehend the Dao Seed, but also rely on the most mysterious of fortunes.

The timing is not yet right.

Even with all nine wheels aligned, there is still no chance of breakthrough.

And judging by the appearance of Old Daoist Guanxu, he has almost certainly obtained a Daojun-level suppressive artifact.

Otherwise, why would he need to seclude himself for ten years?

Old Daoist Guanxu sighed lightly: “Whether I succeed or not is still uncertain; if I do, I shall invite the three of you to drink at the Three Pure Ones Monastery.”

Unlike Daojun Bailian, Daoist Guanxu is far more amiable.

He has no intention of severing ties once he becomes a Daojun.

Li Rui and the other two offered words of good fortune.

All of them had cultivated together for years, and their relationship was decent; Daoist Guanxu was already an Elder of the Three Pure Ones Sect, and by no means a cold or heartless man.

If he succeeds in becoming a Daojun this time, they will gain a powerful ally.

Naturally, they all wished to see Daoist Guanxu achieve enlightenment.

After a stick of incense had burned.

They each took their leave.

In the blink of an eye, three more years passed.

A massive airship appeared over the southeastern corner of Taihuazhou, blotting out the sky, carrying thousands of cultivators.

Standing at the very front was the ruler of Baiyujing, Daojun Jianhe.

Beside Daojun Jianhe stood Daojun Shenhun of the Shenxuan Sect.

Li Rui stood half a step behind.

Alongside several Zhenjuns, positioned behind Jiang Lin.

Truly imposing.

“If Brother Zhuge could see this, he would be overjoyed.”

Jiang Lin said.

Even he felt a surge of grandeur rise within his chest.

Zhuge Ming had schemed endlessly—wasn’t it all for the sake of Baiyujing’s legacy?

Back then, when the Shenxuan Sect’s Daojun perished, Baiyujing, Shenxuan, and the Void Temple were all forced to retreat from Taihuazhou. Though they suffered little loss, they had nonetheless lost face.

Now that Baiyujing has returned to Taihuazhou, Zhuge Ming must surely be delighted.

“The methods of Daoist Zhuge are worthy of my admiration.”

Both sides now faced a generational gap.

Baiyujing has surpassed its former glory, while Shenxuan Sect has fallen into a state of no successors.

Though fortune played a part in this difference.

Still, Daojun Shenhun had to admit he lacked Zhuge Ming’s decisiveness.

Not long after.

The airship landed atop a mountain peak that had been flattened as if cut by a blade.

Hundreds of figures were already there.

All were the leaders of the major immortal clans and sects of southeastern Taihuazhou.

These lords had gathered here because the heavens had changed in southeastern Taihuazhou.

Baiyujing had reached an agreement with Wan Fadian and the Blood Demon Cult—henceforth, Baiyujing would rule this southeastern corner; who would dare not come to pay homage?

Fufeng Zhenjun stepped forward.

With a sweep of his sleeve, golden specks formed a map in the sky.

He declared loudly: “The Twelve Towers and Five Cities of Baiyujing have taken root here. All must yield. All immortal dynasties shall fall under the jurisdiction of Great Yu.”

No negotiation.

This was a direct command to the southeastern warlords.

Those who disobeyed would be purged.

The hundreds atop the peak reacted with mixed joy and dread.

Those far from the Twelve Towers and Five Cities were pleased; those whose bases had been directly seized wore grim faces.

Of course.

No one dared utter a single word of protest.

Both Daojuns stood there—any who opposed would see their entire sect or clan wiped out overnight.

Baiyujing’s division was simple.

Immortal dynasties go to Great Yu; immortal sects go to Shenxuan Sect.

As for our own sect, we still uphold our principle of seclusion and have no intention of direct intervention.

Great Yu and Shenxuan Sect moved swiftly.

Within just seven days,

they had absorbed all factions in southeastern Taihuazhou—calming some, suppressing others.

The young emperor of Great Yu’s firm hand startled many veteran elders of Taihuazhou.

“Returning to familiar ground.”