Chapter 236

At the same time.

Deep in the immortal realm, the immortal palace where the true body of the Zhenyuan Immortal King resides.

A huge figure wrapped in deep-blue law-light chains suddenly opened its eyes.

The image transmitted by his clone fully surfaced in his sea of consciousness.

A gaunt old man in straw shoes and a gray robe, playing with walnuts in his hand.

The Dao of Chaos, immortal king aura, wounded.

And—the world origin anchored in Thus line: Sanqian Zhou.

The breath of the Zhenyuan Immortal King's true body suddenly became heavy.

"Chaos Dao……Chaos Spirit Stone fragments!"

He immediately realized.

Anyone who can cultivate the Chaos Dao to immortal king level must possess a Chaos Spirit Stone!

The thing the Hate-Heaven Sword King would risk grave injury to pursue is now right before him!

More importantly, the other party is wounded!

In the Zhenyuan Immortal King's pupils, a flame of greed ignited.

"Unsteady breath, sluggish law circulation, internal wounds not healed……"

He muttered softly, his fingers digging hard into the throne's armrest, imprinting deep marks into the immortal metal.

"If it were a peak Jue Dian Immortal King, I naturally wouldn't dare covet it, but a wounded immortal king who is a wild cultivator, lacking the foundation of the immortal realm system……"

He stood up.

Within the immortal palace, the deep-blue law-light chains snapped one after another, turning into a sky-full of flowing light.

That was the formation he used for his closed-door cultivation.

Interrupting the seclusion.

The Zhenyuan Immortal King made a crazy decision.

True body, descend!

"Pass the order down." He spoke into the void, his voice like a deep abyss growl.

"I will immediately cross realms and go to Thus line: Sanqian Zhou."

"Your Majesty?!" A startled voice came from outside the immortal palace, his trusted attendant.

"Thus line: Sanqian Zhou? It's currently under the Hate-Heaven Sword King's jurisdiction, according to the rule of a cycle every hundred thousand years, you——"

"That Hate-Heaven waste is himself half-dead from injury; how could he have the energy to manage?"

The Zhenyuan Immortal King snorted coldly, "Moreover, by the time he finds out, everything in Thus line: Sanqian Zhou…… will already bear the surname Zhen."

He raised his hand.

A deep-blue sword light that tore the heavens shot out from his palm with a boom.

The void shattered.

A passage straight to Thus line: Sanqian Zhou was forcibly bored open.

"Chaos Spirit Stone fragments, world origin, immortal substance…… plus a wounded wild cultivator immortal king."

The Zhenyuan Immortal King strode into the passage, a deep-blue immortal king dharma manifestation appearing behind him, vast as a star sea.

"This is the opportunity I have waited a million years for."

……

At the same time.

Thus line: Sanqian Zhou, in the main hall of the Yun family, the green smoke from the incense burner curled up straight, hitting the crossbeam and scattering.

Gu Yuan leaned back in the grand tutor's chair, flipping through a freshly delivered bamboo slip.

The bamboo slip recorded the watercourse of Hai Province, densely marking in detail the source of every underground dark river.

Hai Wuyi works with extreme efficiency; less than half a day after leaving the hall, this map, which could be called the lifeline of Hai Province, was placed on the desk.

The jade disc artifact hovered in midair; originally only Zhongzhou and Yunzhou glowed faintly.

Now, the regions representing Hai Province, Long Province, Bing Province, and Yao Province are successively lighting up with glaring red radiance.

That is feedback from Gu Xuan Ce's formation base successfully penetrating the earth veins; it's still one step away from full penetration, requiring Gu Yuan to come stabilize it.

"Young Master."

Gu Linjiang walked in from outside the hall, hurried steps, his shoe soles stained with a bit of Shenzhou's red mud.

He picked up the cold tea on the table and took a gulp, his Adam's apple rolling,

"We've taken Shenzhou and Shengzhou. Those old stubborn fools initially wanted to put on airs, talking about the orthodoxy's rules. I placed that drop of sage-divine elixir on the table, and the rules became scrap paper.

The Shenzhou elder who claimed to be in closed-door seclusion personally took a hoe and dug up his own sect's protective great array, saying he feared array fluctuations would affect our Gu family's pulling formation base."

Gu Yuan threw the bamboo slip onto the table, making a crisp 'pa' sound.

"People die for wealth, birds die for food. These sect masters of Thus line: Sanqian Zhou have lived too long; their lifespan has become their sole weakness—once we can get them to advance a step, saying they betray means they betray."

Ultimately, sects cannot match a family united in heart.

He stood up and walked to the jade disc.

His fingers flicked it twice.

The bottom line of the sixteen provinces had already been broken a day earlier.

Once the local tyrants taste the sweetness, their eruptive subjective initiative is astonishing.

The Old Dragon Lord, to exchange for an extra drop of elixir, not only handed over the earth vein map of Tianlong Ridge upside down, but also brought his dragon sons and grandsons to visit neighboring Man Province.

The lord of Man Province is a hot-tempered body cultivator; he originally wanted to resist, but the Old Dragon Lord whipped his tail and smashed half his body, forcing him to sign a submission contract while pressing his head down.

Han Yuan Old Ancestor is even more exaggerated; this old man, after receiving the deposit, fearing the Gu family might back out, overnight extracted all the ten-thousand-year profound ice marrow from Bing Province's earth veins, packed it and sent it to the Yun household, grandly calling it a 'construction sponsorship fee'.

"Twenty‑eight states."

Gu Lin Tian stepped out of the inner hall, a few battle reports clenched in his hand.

He gazed at the red light spreading across the jade tray, his tone tinged with emotion, "Yuan'er, at this rate, ten years… more than half of Sanqian Zhou will fall under our control."

"Ten years is too long."

Gu Yuan shook his head, his gaze passing through the great hall's open doors toward the depths of the heavens.

There, ordinary people see nothing, but in his eyes—merged with the half‑step Immortal King's spirit—the laws at the edge of the Boundary Wall were showing an extremely twisted stalemate.

"The time left for us, I'm afraid, isn't even ten days."

Gu Yuan turned, looking at Gu Lin Tian and Gu Lin Jiang,

"The Primary Immortal Pillar has been struck down, Zhongzhou's origin anchored; the Immortal Realm won't be unaware. Though Li Hentian's whereabouts are unknown, it's highly likely he's on the road back to Sanqian Zhou."

"Li Hentian is untroubled, but the Immortal Realm behind him is a colossal entity. Our current actions are like digging soil in the Immortal Realm's backyard."

Gu Lin Jiang furrowed his brows, "Does the Young Lord mean that someone has already descended from the Immortal Realm?"

"Not descended, but knocking on the door."

Gu Yuan pointed toward the heavens,

"Grandfather has a net covering the outside; now a huge fish has slipped into the net. The fish is very strong, and Grandfather is toying with it. But every game with a fish ends with the net being drawn in."

He walked to the center of the great hall, his voice rising a few notches.

"Send word to Uncle Xuan Ce: there's no need to pursue a perfect formation; as long as the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Qian Yin Formation's framework is built to sixty percent and can hold the origin steady, halt immediately. The remaining scraps can be patched up slowly during transport."