Chapter 447: Scarlet Yang Immortal Venerable

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Qingyun Sect, Dao Son Hall.

After the Dao Son Ye Jie, dressed in Dao Son attire and sitting cross-legged, exhaled a long breath of turbid qi, he withdrew his cultivation method and opened his eyes.

"The aura of Immortal Venerable Tianyuan?"

"Being able to sense the Immortal Venerable's aura even in the lower two realms is truly rare."

"I hope you'll be sensible and not become an enemy of my Qingyun Sect; otherwise, even if I damage my foundation, I will still kill you."

Inside the immensely grand sect hall.

【Feng Chiyang: Realm: Peak Immortal Venerable】

【Tianyuan Dao Seed: Scarlet Sun Tianyuan Dao】

【Cultivation Method: Immortal Venerable-tier cultivation art, Scarlet Sun Immortal Secret, Martial Technique: Flowing Fire Pierces the Sun… etc】

【Peak Immortal Venerable, honored by the world as the Scarlet Yang Immortal Venerable, with his cultivation fully unleashed, capable of destroying heaven and earth, only one step away from reaching the next level.】

"Feng Chiyang pays respects to the Sect Master."

On the side of the great elder, a man dressed in red robes, with a stern youthful appearance, clasped his fists and spoke.

His very presence exuded authority without anger, and his whole body emanated an aura of natural Dao law.

Golden light continually flashed from his red robes, making him appear like a divine sovereign walking out of the sun.

"Scarlet Yang Immortal Venerable, Feng Chiyang, you've finally come; our sect has waited for you a long time."

Feng Qingyang withdrew the character interface before his eyes and spoke sternly.

"Sect Master, the Scarlet Yang has been cultivating outside for an eon; today you finally deigned to summon me," Feng Chiyang clasped his fists again.

"It's only regrettable that my cultivation hasn't broken through to that step; I'm merely a minor peak Immortal Venerable, truly ashamed to face you, Sect Master."

"If only I could one day possess even a tenth of your power, Sect Master."

Feng Qingyang: ……

What memory exactly did the system implant in him?

This is absurd? Still just a minor peak Immortal Venerable! I ***

Cough cough, let's get back to the main story.

"Scarlet Yang, go to the neighboring Ziwu Dao Realm for a trip; there are some forces there that defy our Qingyun Sect."

Upon hearing this, Feng Chiyang quickly replied: "Yes, sir!"

Isn't this just falling asleep and then asking for a pillow?

I just returned to the sect, and it's perfect timing to be ashamed to face the Sect Master.

We must annihilate those defiant forces to fulfill the Sect Master's assigned task.

Having said that, Feng Chiyang clasped his fists in farewell and then walked out.

His demeanor instantly changed, becoming once again that aloof, mysterious invincible Immortal Venerable, completely lacking the timid whisper he had before Feng Qingyang.

Endless Tianyuan power instantly converged, a vortex swiftly forming before him; he stepped into it slowly, and the vortex then closed.

The grand hall returned to tranquility once more.

At the Qingyun Sect's gate, the bored Black Emperor and Xiao Bai lay lazily on the ground resting.

"I don't know how the Ziwu Immortal Sect is doing over there; I, the Emperor, also want to go join the fight—do you want to, big brother?"

"Come on, little brother, with our meager cultivation, we'd be wiped out in no time if we went over."

"When luck turns and we encounter some heaven-defying opportunity, that'll be the time for us brothers to really show our mettle."

"Alright, then I'll sleep a bit more, big brother," the Black Emperor said, yawning, and immediately closed his eyes.

In his heart, he continued to run the Sleep-Dream Ascension to Immortality Grand Method.

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, all you know is who; when will you ever catch up to me, your big brother, at this rate?"

Xiao Bai muttered resentfully about his lack of ambition.

"Forget it; cultivation also requires balancing work and rest, a nap won't delay anything."

After Xiao Bai finished speaking, he rose, stretched, and then glanced toward the gate outside, seeing the many strong cultivators of the Immortal Sword Sect kneeling there, all trembling.

It's practically like sitting on pins and needles—no, actually like kneeling on pins and needles.

"Even a peak Immortal Emperor faction, and this is all?"

"It must be that senior who just joined the sect who frightened them."

"Goodness, what's the big deal? It's perfectly normal for our Qingyun Sect's powerhouses to return."

"Just that this time the returning senior is a bit stronger, that's all~"

Outside the gate, the three ancestors of the Immortal Sword Sect were trembling violently; the Immortal Sword Sect Master and the many high-ranking elders kneeling behind were already about to bury their heads in the ground.

"Old Wang, you all have felt that senior's aura, right?"

"We… we felt it! The… the aura of the Immortal Venerable Tianyuan!"

"So this is the true strength of the immortal sect? We were really courting death by opposing them before!"

The Po Wang Immortal Emperor, Po Wang, spoke while trembling, his body uncontrollably shaking, already drenched in sweat.

"However, fortunately we have our ancestors, which allowed us to barely escape calamity."

"Those three major powers of the Ziwu Dao Realm are doomed; they'll likely soon follow in the footsteps of the Fallen Immortal Sect."

At the core of the Ziwu Dao Realm, above the firmament.