Chapter 510: with translation of chapter title

The scarlet city walls flickered in and out of the mist; only the flying eaves that burst through the cloud‑shrouded haze displayed the temple's towering magnificence.

The cultivators at the mountain's base were like tiny ants, waiting at the temple's entrance.

It wasn't that no cultivator wanted to force their way into the temple; it was just that the strange red mist at the entrance could not only block spiritual sense but also carried a scorching intent—merely touching it made one feel their soul burning.

Clearly, this was a means left by the deity to protect the temple.

As time passed bit by bit, suddenly a scarlet beam shot out from within the temple; the mist that filled the entire mountain range vanished instantly.

Such a phenomenon naturally left the cultivators below astonished.

"Quick! Quick! The mist has cleared, the mist has cleared!"

"Don't just stand there stupidly—go report to the sect master!"

Instantly, the area at the mountain's foot became noisy; in a moment, all cultivators surged toward the entrance.

"Looks like the time has come."

Yunhe also rose from his cross‑legged seat, only to see that the entrance was already occupied by cultivators of the three races; instantly the atmosphere grew tense.

The cultivators of the three races glared angrily at each other, each seemingly wanting to seize the chance to enter first—"Is what you said reliable?"

Yunhe did not rush onto the field; instead, he asked the old gourd again, and after receiving its affirmative answer, he began to act.

Amidst swords, spears, halberds, tiger claws and wolf fangs, a figure kept pushing aside the layers of magical treasures blocking the way.

Whether human, demon, or abyssal cultivator, they all looked on with astonishment as Yunhe slowly walked up to the formation barrier at the entrance.

At the very front of the crowd stood several chieftains.

"Young friend, what do you mean by this?"

Daoist Xuanxu spoke in a calm tone, lightly stroking his goat beard, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing no emotion—"Hahaha, Ancestor of the Five Elements Sword, what an arrogant junior!"

"You stinking Daoist, prepare to step aside—hahaha!"

The Rakshasa old demon laughed loudly; as the greatest demonic cultivator of the eastern realm, he could not stand the hypocritical faces of those self‑righteous orthodox cultivators.

At this moment, the stance of the Five Elements Sword Ancestor clearly meant to challenge Daoist Xuanxu's authority and the meaning of the Dao Alliance.

For a moment, the human cultivators exchanged bewildered glances, clearly not understanding why Yunhe would act this way; although they acknowledged his strength, he was still only at mid‑Nascent Soul, while these old‑timers were late‑Nascent Soul, so he might still be lacking.

If he cultivated steadily and stayed low‑key for a hundred years, once he reached late Nascent Soul he would surely become the foremost below the Deification stage.

Acting this way now not only annoyed Daoist Xuanxu, but even made the demon and abyssal cultivators in front laugh, wondering, "Is the orthodox path going to fall into internal strife?"

"How can the Five Elements Sword Ancestor behave like this?"

"We really misjudged him."

The cultivators behind began to whisper, some regretting Yunhe, others praising his bravery.

However, these external voices had no effect on Yunhe at all—what orthodox chieftains, he didn't care!

As for moving forward like this now, it was merely to reach the barrier.

Seeing Yunhe show no reaction, even ignoring Daoist Xuanxu, this provocative behavior instantly caused a hint of threat to appear in Daoist Xuanxu's narrowed eyes.

When all the cultivators' gazes were focused on Yunhe, they saw him stare vacantly, having moved past the chieftains' position—"Eh, what is he trying to do?"

"No, such a huge barrier—can't the Five Elements Sword Ancestor see it?"

"What do you know? The Five Elements Sword Ancestor is also a grand formation master!"

"Exactly, maybe he's already found a way to open the formation."

Yet after passing the chieftains, Yunhe went straight to the barrier, stopping just a step away from it.

"Not good!"

Only then did they see a wisp of purple flame flickering faintly around Yunhe; at that moment everyone realized the Five Elements Sword Ancestor wasn't here to vie for chieftain or to break a formation—he had long mastered the method to enter the temple early. As Daoist Xuanxu shouted and lunged forward, Yunhe had already rushed into the barrier, not even glancing at the crowd, and spread his wings to fly away.

The remaining cultivators rushed forward, yet none could enter the barrier,

"Damn it."

Those who had been tricked all cursed in anger, only able to watch gloomily as a five‑colored rosy light drew ever closer to the temple, then vanished behind its eaves; without Yunhe's method, it seemed they could only wait for the temple to open on its own.

"Hahaha, young master, you didn't see that stinking Daoist's face—his nose is practically twisted from anger."

"And that other guy—"

After rushing into the temple ahead of everyone, the spirit of the Pill Pavilion became lively, as if returning home.

"First go to the place you mentioned."

Yunhe spoke lightly, apparently having recovered from the earlier stimulating act; he didn't know when the temple would open, but now time was pressing as he passed the towering walls ahead—he also wondered why the deity had dressed his abode like an imperial city; it seemed the deity, like Master Floating Cloud, had abandoned worldly wealth and noble kin to pursue the Dao.

"We're almost there, right beside the storehouse, young master."

Yunhe and the gourd darted swiftly along the palace road, soon arriving before an inconspicuous palace—"Who goes there? I clearly haven't shut the grand formation yet—how did you, a little rat, get in?"

A voice like a great bell rang out,

"Gou Shengzi, you don't even recognize me?"

".?"

"Dog"

"Old man, why have you come to my place?"

Although startled by that voice, the old gourd head quickly reacted and shouted a curse.

A bright red little pagoda appeared before Yunhe; indeed, even in the temple there was an artifact spirit!

"How long has it been since we last met? I never expected you, kid, to have grown this big—when I last saw you, you were just…"

"Enough, you stinking old coot—I'm an artifact spirit, not a child; I've never grown at all."

"Hey, you guy, how can you be so lacking in manners."

Without paying attention to the two artifact spirits' greetings, Yunhe walked alone into the palace, where he saw a red token floating inside.

"I suppose this must be the deity's gift."

Yunhe swept his sleeve over, and the red token landed in his hand—but before he could examine it closely, the token in his palm had already stopped glowing.

Dong!

A loud bell rang out, and the area at the foot of the mountain instantly became noisy.

"What did you do? You." Hearing the bell ring, the Little Red Tower seemed to suddenly recall something, and hurriedly rushed into the palace, but when it saw the token that had stopped glowing, it instantly fell mute. ——————I am the dividing line——————

One person, one gourd, one tower headed toward one of the storehouses: "Stupid old man, why did you tell him about the token?"

The Little Red Tower showed extreme indignation, being very dissatisfied with the Old Gourd for telling Yunhe the token's location.

"He is my chosen master; if I don't tell him, who should I tell?"

"Besides, water from one's own field doesn't flow to others' fields; follow me, little old man, and I'll protect you from now on!"

Looking at the despicable Old Gourd, the Little Red Tower grew even angrier, but could do nothing, for at this moment he too had been forced into signing a slave contract.

It turned out that this token was left by the God Lord; it is the key to the Fire Prison Tower inside the main hall of the God Palace, and it is also the pivot of the Grand Formation that allows the Little Red Tower to control the God Palace's Grand Formation. Having lost the token, the Little Red Tower can no longer control the opening of the Grand Formation.

Yet Yunhe, who obtained the token, also lacked the ability to control the Grand Formation; for this Grand Formation of unknown rank, merely reopening it would require an incalculable amount of spiritual power.

"So why, for no reason, did you have to touch my token?!"

With the Little Red Tower's final complaint, Yunhe and the others also arrived at the storehouse: "Go, open the door."

"You're already ordering me around?"

Although the Little Red Tower was extremely unwilling, it still opened the storehouse's big door for Yunhe: "Halt!"

Suddenly a loud shout came from afar—it was the Yellow Springs Old Ancestor!

"Come in quickly!"

Just seeing the door, barely one person wide, that had just been opened, now began to slowly close.

Yunhe turned into a stream of light, and, barely squeezing in before the door shut, he rushed inside—"Thud!"

The closed door kicked up a swirl of drifting dust—"Damn it!"

The Yellow Springs Old Ancestor, locked outside, had a face as dark as water; the veins on his hand gripping the staff-shaped Magical Artifact bulged, showing he was extremely angry.

The Mysterious Void Daoist and Red Dust, who were a step slower than the Yellow Springs Old Ancestor, also witnessed this scene, each with different expressions.

Nevertheless, they all simultaneously unleashed their Magical Treasures, blasting toward the stone door. Inside the God Palace, the storehouse consists of three locations, each situated in a different direction of the God Palace, each resembling an Eastern-style pavilion. The one Yunhe entered bears a large 'Store' character on its façade, while the other two are labeled 'Medicine' and 'Artifact' respectively.

All that could be seen was, within the magnificent storehouse palace, rows of treasure chests displayed in front, and behind them a massive stone door, obviously intended to prevent petty thieves from peeking.

However, in this God Lord's God Palace, it's unlikely any petty thief would dare to spy.

"I can't do anything about the doors inside; you'll have to figure it out yourselves."

The red little tower shook slightly, as if showing a helpless expression, and opened a gem‑inlaid treasure chest; the Spirit Stones inside seemed about to burst the chest open.

Seeing this, Yunhe swept his sleeves, and those rows of treasure chests went into his storage bag—but the storage bag, which had just been closed, now seemed to have indigestion, spitting out several locked treasure chests.

"What is this?"

Yunhe felt a stir, but before he could act, a tremendous pounding on the door suddenly sounded.

Obviously, those outside could no longer wait, preparing to force their way in; Yunhe's divine sense swept, and several locked treasure chests were sucked into the world of the Treasure Pearl—"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom boom!"

The myriad spirits that had been sleeping were frightened into flight by the suddenly falling treasure chests, all hiding behind trees to observe this unknown thing.

After seeing no movement for a long while, they then came forward and examined the strange object up close.

After collecting the treasure chests, Yunhe came to the stone door, only to find that aside from a keyhole, there was nothing else on it—"Boom".

Some falling ash landed on the Little Red Tower.

"Can we do it? Or should we go out and fight them?"

The little tower said, swaying slightly, shaking off the ash; Yunhe, who was feeling around the stone door, used his divine sense to enter the keyhole, hoping to see what lay beyond the door through it.

But there was only pitch‑blackness.

Yunhe frowned slightly, not minding the house shaking even more violently at this moment.

Clearly, a door is unnecessary here; why did the God Lord build one?

Moreover, the keyhole is actually solid; what is the point of this redundant act? Suddenly Yunhe slapped both hands on the stone door, exerting twelve parts of strength, pushing it—"Creak creak creak".

Only to see the stone door actually being slowly pushed—it turned out to be a rotating movable door—"I didn't expect you to discover this so quickly."

The Little Red Tower felt a bit deflated, deliberately claiming ignorance of how to open the door, intending to pretend to discover the door's opening method at the last moment to put on a show; Yunhe paid no heed to the Little Red Tower's thought, but also came to understand its nature—it really is somewhat childlike. When Yunhe pushed the stone door open, what lay before him truly shocked him.

A room full of gold! Who hides gold in a God‑Transformation cultivator's storehouse?!

"Cough cough, the God Lord indeed likes gold."

The Old Gourd seemed to recall something, glancing sideways as he spoke.

However, within this splendid golden‑lit room, there were also some curious golden artifacts hidden—a golden sword cast from gold, and a mirror inlaid with eight gems, and so on—before Yunhe could properly examine these golden objects.

All that could be seen was the Old Gourd, which had just been scrambling about, suddenly disappearing.

"Ah! Little old man, where are you?!"

"Master, master, I'm here!"

Only the sound came from that golden‑yellow mirror, sounding extremely urgent, yet Yunhe sensed no presence of the Old Gourd.

Such a sight instead made Yunhe frown slightly.

Who would have thought it was also a mirror capable of storing and shielding spiritual objects—"Boom!"

After a tremor, Yunhe felt the stone door shake slightly, then a late‑stage Nascent Soul grand cultivator's full‑force strike struck it, instantly knocking the door off by a palm's breadth; without further thought, Yunhe's mind stirred, and he stored himself within the Treasure Pearl, then, carrying the red little tower, entered the golden treasure mirror.

Boom!

The stone door was finally blasted open, but the violent shaking knocked many golden artifacts from the table onto the floor.

Including that golden‑yellow mirror, which lay face‑up covering the golden‑tiled floor; however, at this time few cultivators had entered the storehouse—the Mysterious Void Daoist and Red Dust, among other grand cultivators, upon seeing Yunhe enter, headed for the other storehouses—"Yunhe!"

The Yellow Springs Old Ancestor wantonly squandered his magical power, smashing the few treasure tables in the secret room to dust.

Yet he could never find Yunhe's trace.

"Impossible!"

The powerful divine sense of a late‑stage Nascent Soul cultivator swept over, carefully scanning the entire secret room, yet no trace of Yunhe could be found, and no teleportation array was seen inside the room.

"Yunhe!"

The voice of the Yellow Springs Old Ancestor seemed to spread throughout the entire temple, echoing between the temple's walls.

A graceful figure wielded a treasure sword bursting with lightning, after cutting back several strong enemies, she hastily swallowed the elixir in her hand, and flew out from the storeroom ruins where the character 'medicine' was written. (End of chapter)