High peaks pierce the clouds, their summits a perpetual expanse of snowy white; yet within this white snow, jade pavilions and emerald palaces can be seen, with figures moving to and from this is the location of the Taixu Sect.
At this moment, on the side of the Taixu Sect facing the ten-thousand-foot abyss, there is a celestial terrace. Several upright jade pillars are carved with complex runes and patterns, surrounding a lake in the center that resembles a water mirror, faintly forming a posture of suppression.
The lake is not large, roughly one zhang in diameter. In the lake grows a crystal-clear snow lotus with emerald green lily pads; the flower bud was originally waiting to bloom, but now, under the watchful eyes of the crowd on the shore, it has quietly opened two crimson petals.
They withered and fell into the lake, stirring up circles of ripples.
In an instant, everyone’s expressions became incredibly ugly.
Standing here, besides the Sect Leader of the Taixu Sect, are two other Tribulation Transcendence stage masters of the Taixu Sect. Scanning the faces, there are a total of eight people—all of them renowned great cultivators of the Tribulation Transcendence stage in the cultivation world.
Perfected Wuyan is also among them.
The water-mirror lake before them, with the snow lotus growing upon its surface, is the core of the Abyss Seal set tens of thousands of years ago by ten of the strongest Tribulation Transcendence masters of that era working together.
Back then, after the seal was set, the Taixu Sect was established here to guard the core of the seal through the generations. When the snow lotus petals all wither, it means the seal will be completely broken, and the Abyssal Demon Realm will once again reappear in the cultivation world.
When that time comes, life will surely be devastated, and all will fall into eternal perdition.
After a long time, the Sect Leader of the Taixu Sect spoke with a solemn expression: “This time the seal’s vibration is so violent, I fear it is…”
He did not finish, yet everyone present could understand the unspoken words.
From the time the seal first began to loosen until now, it has always been just one petal withering and falling; however, now two petals have fallen. An ominous omen hangs over everyone’s heads.
The loosening of the seal is irreversible; the only current solution is to find the opened abyssal rifts and reseal them.
However, such patching is not a long-term solution. As long as the Abyss Seal continues to loosen, there will not be a single day of peace.
Moreover, the problem does not lie on the side of the cultivation world, but on the side of the Abyssal Demon Realm. It must be that those Monsters have done something, or… those Monsters have found a way to break the seal.
The latter is what everyone is unwilling to see, yet they are helpless against it.
Suddenly, one of the Tribulation Transcendence masters of the Taixu Sect snapped his eyes open, stopping his manual deduction. A flash of light crossed his eyes as he abruptly turned his head toward a certain direction.
“Found it—it’s in the East Sea!”
As the words fell, a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, but he seemed entirely unaware of it.
The others fell into deep thought. The East Sea… the Penglai Immortal Realm!
…
A Taixu Sect disciple appeared at the edge of the celestial terrace and bowed to the masters. Then, under the gaze of the Taixu Sect Leader, he respectfully stated his purpose, saying that two fellow Daoists from the Yaoguang Sect had come to visit.
Perfected Wuyan paused slightly and took a step forward, saying: “They must be looking for me.”
The Taixu Sect Leader nodded slightly, watching Perfected Wuyan leave with the disciple. Then he turned back to continue deliberating the matters of the Abyssal Demon Realm with his fellow Daoists.
On this side, Perfected Wuyan was pondering in his heart: which two Yaoguang Sect disciples were looking for him? Could it be that something had happened within the sect?
Until a moment later, he saw two extremely familiar faces in the main hall. His unconsciously furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, revealing his first smile in days.
“Father.”
The tall figure standing in the hall had black hair falling to his waist and a face so exquisite it was beautiful, yet it did not appear feminine. The corners of his pale lips turned up slightly, and upon seeing Perfected Wuyan, a bright smile naturally overflowed.
The Taixu Sect disciple leading Perfected Wuyan couldn’t help but be stunned, a flash of amazement crossing his eyes once again. Suddenly, he felt a chill down his back. Shifting his gaze, he saw the other person nearby staring at him coldly; only after a long while did he look away.
Perfected Wuyan did not notice this. His gaze only hurriedly swept over his disciple before moving to Yan Lin. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed a small beast with snow-white fur in Yan Lin’s arms, a type he had never seen before and his brow furrowed slightly.
However, in the end, the good mood from seeing Yan Lin took the upper hand. He nodded slightly in thanks to the Taixu Sect disciple who had led the way and walked over impatiently.
“Lin’er, why have you two come? Has something happened in the sect?”
Yan Lin shook his head, his smile as well-behaved as ever. He blinked his eyes, acting innocent, and said: “I just missed Father, that’s all.”
“You…” Perfected Wuyan could only shake his head helplessly. He had always been unconditionally indulgent toward Yan Lin. Even though the fate of a “Rootless One” was now broken, how could his feelings for the precious son he had pampered for twenty years change overnight?
Yan Lin relied on Perfected Wuyan’s affection for him, intending to act spoiled and cute next to get him to agree to let him go along to the Penglai Immortal Realm, feeling no discomfort at all.
To the side, Yan Li’s gaze fell on the extra snow-white small beast in Yan Lin’s arms, his eyes narrowing slightly, leaking a trace of chilliness.
And this snow-white small beast, which looked adorable to the extreme likely no one would guess that it was actually the juvenile version of the true form of the strongest Demon King in the Abyss.
When Yan Lin decided to go up to the Taixu Sect, being a King of the Abyssal Demon Realm, Bai Si naturally would not go and walk into a trap. Not to mention that the Taixu Sect suppresses the core of the Abyss Seal, there are currently many Tribulation Transcendence stage masters gathered within the Taixu Sect.
Thus, Bai Si shifted his gaze, seemingly thinking of a good idea.
Those storybooks recommended to him by his “dear collaborator,” besides passing the time, were actually not entirely useless. At the very least, they described one point: humans have more or less no resistance to cute things.
There was no harm in trying, but that appearance was, after all, detrimental to his domineering image, so he naturally couldn’t show it in front of the little fellow. Thus, he first pretended to bid farewell to Yan Lin, but then reverted to his true form immediately after.
Then, he “scammed” (extorted) Yan Lin.
Yan Lin: “…” Fine, I’ll cooperate with your performance. It’s not the first time he’s done something like this; he’s quite familiar with it. At this point, Yan Lin couldn’t help but recall some bitter tears from the past.
Furthermore, he could also use the juvenile form of this Abyssal King to prevent the protagonist from getting “handsy” with him; it could be called killing two birds with one stone.
Yet he was completely unaware of Bai Si’s malicious intentions. Nestling openly in Yan Lin’s arms, in places where Yan Lin couldn’t see, Bai Si would occasionally cast a provocative look at Yan Li this was where Bai Si’s pleasure lay.
Warnings or murderous looks from his “partner” were itchy and painless to the Abyssal King. Furthermore, he was very happy to see his dear collaborator reveal such a face; his malicious desires were greatly satisfied. Indeed, the decision to transform into his juvenile true form was a very correct one.
The snow-white small beast, its eyes narrowing unconsciously, pawed at Yan Lin’s chest again. When Yan Lin looked down in confusion, two round and clear vertical pupils met his gaze innocently, and then it happily felt the incredibly cold gaze coming from behind.
Yan Lin: ?