Chapter 18: Tai Su Nine Skies

Blood Sea.

Xiang Xuanqing and Huang Quan quelled the chaos in the Blood Sea.

When the celestial slaughter ceased, the Blood Sea’s domain had expanded considerably.

This battle truly startled all factions.

From now on, if anyone dares to covet the Blood Sea, they must truly weigh whether they possess such strength.

Blood Sea Mansion.

Huang Quan wiped the blood from his face, his eyes brimming with uncontainable excitement.

This slaughter truly delighted him!

“I wish there were more like this!” Huang Quan smiled.

More like this?

“If there were more, you’d be waiting to be carved into pieces.”

Xiang Xuanqing stood with his back to Huang Quan, gazing afar at Cangwu, observing another great battle.

Unlike the grand spectacle of the Blood Sea,

the two figures at Cangwu Abyss moved with supreme simplicity, appearing “cautious.”

“Regardless, I must thank you.”

“No need for such courtesy.”

Huang Quan stepped beside Xiang Xuanqing, following his gaze.

He saw only two powerful energies colliding, but could not discern details.

“What is this?”

“An agenda!” Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “We now have an agenda for the next meeting.”

“Really?”

Huang Quan withdrew his gaze; if he couldn’t see clearly, he wouldn’t bother.

After all, Xiang Xuanqing knew what he was doing.

After this “reaping of karmic ties,” Huang Quan resolved many karmic debts.

He also understood: sometimes, less curiosity is better.

In the past, his curiosity was too great—he wandered everywhere and attracted so many “karmic connections.”

“I must enter seclusion for a while.”

Huang Quan looked at Xiang Xuanqing and said seriously: “After this battle, many of my shackles have been lifted.”

“Moreover, having obtained the Karma Fire Red Lotus, I need a long period of seclusion.”

Xiang Xuanqing nodded.

He mentioned something: “Did the entity responsible for your previous death come this time?”

Huang Quan nodded heavily: “He came!”

“At first I didn’t realize it, but when you moved, his aura revealed itself for an instant.”

Xiang Xuanqing thought: “The one holding the Dao Diagram?”

“Yes!” Huang Quan affirmed.

“He must have assumed a new identity and even brought great treasures, concealing his aura thoroughly.”

“Then I understand.”

A smile appeared on Xiang Xuanqing’s face.

Seeing this, Huang Quan’s expression grew eager: “Can you find him?”

“His aura is locked. He won’t escape.”

Xiang Xuanqing said: “Go into seclusion first. When you emerge, I’ll take you to pay him a visit.”

“Alright!”

Huang Quan laughed heartily.

The primordial spirit holding the Dao Diagram was not intercepted by Fengdu.

He arrived fastest and fled quickest.

The River of Time surged with a rushing sound as the Yin-Yang Daoist cast his Dao Diagram into the water.

In an instant, two great Yin-Yang fish emerged from the water.

The Yin-Yang Daoist stepped upon the head of the Yang fish and strolled leisurely through the River of Time.

“Hmm, this Blood Sea fish is no longer suitable—it’s grown too strong. Time to find another.”

The Yin-Yang Daoist wandered through every tributary of the River of Time, searching for a new unfortunate soul.

As he wandered, a small black boat drifted toward him from ahead.

“Who is it that stands before me?”

Seeing the ferryman, the Yin-Yang Daoist felt a sudden unease. One who could navigate the River of Time and Space was no mere force to be underestimated.

Moreover, this one was hostile!

“Someone asked me to deliver a message to you!”

The ferryman fixed his gaze on the Yin-Yang Daoist.

The Yin-Yang Daoist asked: “What message?”

The ferryman did not answer.

Instead, he raised the oar in his hand.

Kunlun Xu.

A unique banquet was being held here.

Xi Wangmu, mistress of the Western Kunlun, had invited a host of friends to the feast.

Xi Wangmu was born of the Supreme Marvelous Qi of the West, one of the few primordial deities of the Honghuang.

She possessed two rare treasures worthy of note.

One was the Kunlun Mirror, a supreme primordial spiritual treasure capable of governing time and space.

The other was the Pan Tao Tree, the primordial root of Ren Water; in all the Honghuang, fewer than ten spiritual roots could rival it!

This banquet was convened by Xi Wangmu under the pretext of tasting the Pan Tao fruit.

At this moment, within Kunlun Xu, nine heavenly gates stood in solemn guard.

Above, the heavens shimmered with radiant, boundless hues.

Within the pearl-adorned palaces and jade pavilions, goddesses of unparalleled beauty floated in feathered robes.

They came from various cave-heavens, blessed domains, and cosmic starfields…

Besides these primordial goddesses, there were also the myriad spirits of Kunlun Mountain.

Each possessed a face that could topple nations, a figure that stirred the heart.

Here, eyebrows arched like emerald crescents, fair faces bloomed with spring; there, floral hairpins revealed delicate charm, embroidered sashes fluttered, utterly transcendent.

One smiled faintly as cherry lips parted, her steps slow as orchid incense bloomed; another wore a crown of countless jewels, trembling with countless jeweled hairpins.

Of course, not all spirits retained their full Dao-body forms.

Some goddesses still bore partial traits of their original forms.

For instance, cat ears.

For instance, nine fox tails swaying.

For instance, crystalline little horns atop their heads…

Back and forth, to and fro—it was a sight most pleasing to the eye.

“Kunlun Xu is so lively; the Moon Palace is just me and my sister—so cold and quiet.” Chang Xi linked arms with Meng Wuyou, glancing left and right.

Since entering Kunlun Xu, her smile had not faded.

“Lady Yu Xiao, this is for you.” A girl peeked from a cloud, holding a bouquet of peony blossoms.

“Qing Niao, thank you.” Chang Xi patted her head.

Seeing Chang Xi accept it, the girl’s face lit up with a sweet smile.

“Little Qing Niao, is your gaze only for Yu Xiao?” Meng Wuyou stepped forward and pinched the girl’s cheek.

“Why is Lady Zi Xiao acting like a child?”

A light laugh came from behind. Meng Wuyou turned to see Nv Wa approaching.

“Tai Su sister!” Chang Xi’s eyes brightened.

Behind Nv Wa walked a timid little nine-tailed fox.

“Lady Yu Xiao, Lady Zi Xiao, greetings.”

“Huh? Xiao Jiu, what are you doing here? Where’s your Shen Xiao?”

Meng Wuyou glanced at the fox, then at Nv Wa: “You didn’t lure her here, did you?”

“What kind of talk is that?” Nv Wa raised an eyebrow.

Meng Wuyou said coolly: “Nothing. Just stating something all nine Xiu know.”

Seeing the two immediately tense, Chang Xi and Qing Niao exchanged glances.

Then, in perfect unison, they took Xiao Jiu’s hand and skillfully retreated from the scene.

Tai Su Xiu, the Twelve Goddesses.

Su and Zi are at odds; Dan and Qing never part.

These are all well-known facts among the people of Kunlun Xu.

Indeed, after traveling a short while, Chang Xi saw Dan Xiao and Qing Xiao, the two goddesses, arriving together.

(End of Chapter)