Chapter 833: The Princess of Daya: He Seems Like a Buddha

In the Northern Region, winds rose and clouds churned.

Events in the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness had even reached the Southern Region, reaching the ears of the Xuanmenzhang Sect's leader, bringing him both surprise and shock.

Meanwhile, in the Northern Region, the spread of news about Zishan from the ancient scroll triggered even greater upheaval.

The leaders of every holy site could no longer sit still—they all intended to journey to Zishan.

At that very moment, a shocking rumor spread: Kong Quewang, accompanied by a peerless figure, ambushed the Yaoguang Holy Master, nearly succeeding, igniting boundless turmoil and shaking the entire Northern Region.

Had it not been for the Ji Family Holy Master traveling alongside Yaoguang Holy Master, a cataclysmic change would surely have occurred; even so, they still paid a bloody price.

Several Supreme Elders from the Ji Family and Yaoguang Holy Site were reduced to ash, and Yaoguang Holy Master himself was severely wounded by that mysterious entity.

This incident had enormous repercussions, stirring up a colossal storm.

Kong Quewang's elder brother, Chi Long Lao Dao, emerged from seclusion.

He was the one who had joined Kong Quewang in attacking Yaoguang Holy Master.

When people heard the name Chi Long Lao Dao, many had never heard of such a person, yet on this land, a few still knew of Chi Long Lao Dao.

Chi Long Lao Dao had cultivated for an extraordinarily long time—half a generation older than any of the Holy Masters; even Kong Quewang called him elder brother, and his strength surpassed that of all the Holy Masters.

This being had vanished for over a thousand years, unseen by the world; many believed him dead, but now he appeared—and his emergence shocked everyone.

Had Yaoguang Holy Master been alone this time, he would surely have perished.

"This world has truly become unstable—there's always something happening every day."

"Yes, just a few days ago, Fang Yu, suspected to be a Chaos Body, emerged and crushed the young geniuses—none of the Holy Sons or Holy Daughters from the holy sites could stand against him. Now this has happened again!"

"Even a great figure like Yaoguang Holy Master nearly got killed—it's terrifying. I simply cannot imagine such a powerful being exists in this world."

"This is a clash among great figures—it seems to trace back to the Southern Region of the Eastern Wilderness, to the Tomb of the Demon Emperor. Rumors say the ancient Ji Family pursued the Demon Emperor's clan princess to seize her sacred weapon, enraging Kong Quewang, who then retaliated against the ancient Ji Family. In response, the ancient Ji Family's greats and Yaoguang Holy Site's Holy Master joined forces to ambush Kong Quewang, forcing him to flee to my Northern Region. Now, the tables have turned: Kong Quewang and another being ambushed Yaoguang Holy Master, nearly succeeding."

"The greats are all in chaos now. I hear many know the Nine Secrets are in Zishan and have rushed here. And Zishan is guarded by nine dragons, tied to the ancient Emperors—carelessness could lead to even more greats perishing!"

Many cultivators discussed the events of recent years.

Several years ago, the Tomb of the Demon Emperor emerged—mountains of bones, seas of blood. Several holy sites took turns attacking but failed to breach the yin tomb, which eventually sank into the earth and vanished.

The holy sites lost many greats because of the Demon Emperor's yin tomb.

With such bloody lessons fresh in mind, the strong of the Eastern Wilderness would no longer act as impulsively as before. Many holy sites gathered in the Northern Region to discuss Zishan—united action had become inevitable.

The Yaochisheng Society has been indefinitely postponed; Zishan's influence is too great—now all eyes are fixed on Zishan.

"Indeed, things have become lively—Chi Long Lao Dao has emerged from Shengya too."

The instigator who revealed Zishan—Fang Yu—now stood before the center of the Northern Region, before Shengcheng, his gaze studying the city ahead.

This city indeed appeared immense—an ancient fortress, its walls like a colossal dragon stretched out, unbroken, as if cast from molten bronze, gleaming with metallic luster.

The majestic city gate tower rose a hundred meters high, radiating overwhelming might; from afar, its edges vanished into the horizon.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo both wore expressions of awe and astonishment, but Fang Yu's expression remained unchanged.

In many worlds—whether the Wild Age Realm or the Eternal Life Realm—he had seen colossal cities; in the Wild Age Realm, a single city gate could span a hundred li, and under the Great Xuan Empire, a single city could stretch for thousands of li—all were titanic metropolises.

Many cultivators came and went, mostly from the Palace Secret Realm, though some had reached the Four Extremities Secret Realm; those above the Four Extremities were rare.

Fang Yu listened to the tale of Chi Long Lao Dao and Kong Quewang ambushing Yaoguang Holy Master; if he remembered correctly, Chi Long Lao Dao had gone to a place called Shengya and been trapped there for over fifteen hundred years.

Shengya, this place, was also recorded in the Licheng ancient scroll, linked to one of the Nine Secrets.

The Licheng-discovered scroll actually recorded two locations holding the Nine Secrets—one, of course, was Zishan; if Jiang Shenwang had not yet escaped, Zishan held the Dou Zi Mi.

The other location recorded as holding a Nine Secret was Shengya—a place of extreme terror, stained with the blood of a perfected Saint Body, and where another terrifying being was sealed. Though it contained the Xing Zi Mi, Fang Yu had no intention of going there yet.

He would go to Shengya only after he ascended another step.

Onnggh!

At that moment, wild beasts roared, a fierce wind howled past, and some cultivators rode powerful strange beasts that trampled the void as they flew overhead.

Those in midair galloped their beasts without regard for others on the road, charging straight toward Shengcheng and vanishing in an instant, sparking widespread resentment.

"Which ancient family's disciple is this? How arrogant—to fly over our heads!"

Someone was deeply displeased.

"Better say less. Those are cultivators from the Northern Plain's Golden Clan—they're famed across the Northern Plain. If you offend them, you won't get a good end."

"I heard a descendant of a great one from the Northern Plain's Golden Clan clashed with a young master of the Heavenly Demon Palace—both were badly wounded. They're likely rushing there because of that."

……

Before even entering Shengcheng, many things had already happened.

Shengcheng gathered the winds and clouds of the world—here were the imperial clans of Zhongzhou, the Golden Clan of the Northern Plain, great ones from Nanling, and the holy sites of the Eastern Wilderness.

"This is truly the epicenter of the Northern Region's turmoil…"

Since ancient times, Shengcheng had many legends; since written records began, this city had already existed.

It was also called Shencheng—rumor said that in ages past, it floated in the void, only sinking to the earth in the Ancient Era.

As Fang Yu's group stepped inside, they were hit by a wave of bustling prosperity—broad ancient streets stretched everywhere, pavilions stood in dense rows, and everywhere one saw Immortal Towers, Wind-Moon Palaces, Holy Master Pavilions, and Demon King Halls.

Within the city, people came and went; any young man walking casually might be a scion of some great family, and if unlucky, one might step directly on the foot of a Supreme Elder from a holy site.

"This place is huge!"

Pang Bo's eyes were dazzled—he felt his eyes weren't enough.

Everywhere were palaces, carved beams and painted rafters, like an imperial palace.

"What is this place?"

At this moment, Pang Bo displayed his inquisitive nature, grabbing someone and asking directly.

"This is a guesthouse opened by the Five Elements Hall—decent enough."

Not far ahead, he saw another palace complex, its gardens exquisite, its towers majestic, Jin Bihuihuang.

"And what is this place?"

"It's a jade-stone gambling hall—but the scale is too small."

The person beside him answered.

"Is this small?"

Pang Bo was utterly astonished—a palace used as a gambling-stone pavilion, and still considered too small? What then would qualify as large?