Chapter 141 Myself from Three Thousand Years Ago

North of Jade Pool.

Beneath countless layers of swirling mist and seas of clouds lay a cluster of ethereal fairy mountains.

Among these peaks, pavilions suspended in mid-air reflected off one another, and trails of rainbow light flashed across the sky from time to time.

This was Kunlun, one of the nine sacred grounds, and the legendary ancestral home of the Daoist sect.

On one of the most prominent and perilous main peaks, countless practitioners dressed in Kunlun Daoist robes had gathered.

Most of the practitioners formed orderly rows, standing tall with their heads held high.

A small number of practitioners near the front held various postures: some sat cross-legged on immortal swords, some lay back upon magical treasures, others leaned against the empty air, or squatted atop giant boulders, all of them currently watching the foremost high platform with intense concentration.

Wan Jianyi of Kunlun stood at the very front of the young practitioners, his hands clasped behind his back. His expression was calm, yet appeared extremely solemn.

Liu Shouyi, the old Daoist who had once crossed paths with Shen Yu at the Guiyun Immortal Sect, had broken with his usual habits and changed into a purple Daoist robe symbolizing status in Kunlun. Wearing a Daoist crown, he and several elderly Daoists of the same generation gazed silently toward the front.

Within their line of sight.

A young woman sat cross-legged in the void above the high platform, her eyes closed in deep concentration.

A fissure had torn open in the sky, and a stream of purple rosy light flew in from the east, subsequently enveloping the woman's entire body. Its imposing aura was vast, as true as it was illusory.

The woman's appearance was thoroughly unremarkable, clashing somewhat with a Daoist immortal mountain like Kunlun, but at this moment, she had undoubtedly become the focal point of everyone's attention.

For floating beside her was a cyan immortal sword.

The immortal sword was named Qingsuo, but more importantly, the former master of this sword was the female grandmaster whose seat was located on the upper left, directly above the Kunlun Ancestor Hall, and whose combat strength ranked among the top three in Kunlun over the past several millennia.

"This Dao lineage inheritance has been going on for several days, yet there is still no sign of it slowing down."

A middle-aged man who looked refined as a scholar, though his true age was completely unknown, walked up to Liu Shouyi and said with a smile, "You have wandered the mortal world for many years, but this disciple of yours has finally achieved her wish."

Liu Shouyi bowed slightly and smiled, "Thank you for your trouble, Senior Brother."

Liu Shouyi could already be considered a Daoist grandmaster whose status ranked in the top ten of Kunlun and even the entire Daoist sect. There was only one man who could command such respect from him.

The Abbot of Kunlun, Lu Xuanji.

Liu Shouyi paused for a moment and asked with a smile, "Does Senior Brother have business here?"

The Abbot of Kunlun replied, "Something has come up at Jade Pool. It seems the seal has been broken."

Liu Shouyi's expression turned somewhat grave.

That undying and indestructible demonic entity had been suppressed for several millennia. The reason it could not be completely obliterated stemmed from its monstrous, undying nature, making it extremely thorny to deal with.

"There is no need to underestimate Jade Pool's foundation."

The Abbot of Kunlun smiled. "Besides, I have already instructed Wan Jianyi to go and investigate."

Liu Shouyi's expression grew even more peculiar as he said, "It is said that most of Jade Pool's elders are in secluded cultivation within the true Jade Pool grotto-heaven. Furthermore, although Wan Jianyi has already reached the Upper Three Realms, he is ultimately still too green. I am afraid it will still take a fair amount of effort."

The Abbot of Kunlun placed his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "Junior Brother, that is no longer something for us to manage."

Liu Shouyi was slightly stunned, then joked, "Senior Brother, this isn't very kind of you."

The Abbot of Kunlun laughed heartily as he walked away.

Liu Shouyi收敛收敛 his smile and looked up at the sky.

The young woman in mid-air had her clothes fluttering slightly, and her fine black hair drifted in the wind.

Sudden gasps and murmurs of surprise broke out among the crowd.

A thin, cicada-wing-like artificial skin was blown off the woman's face, revealing her true appearance.

Given the cultivation and discernment of everyone present, they had long been aware of the crude disguise technique on the woman's face. Ultimately, what drew their gasps was still that breathtaking, perfect visage.

There were many phrases in this world describing the beauty of a woman—concerning her temperament, her attire, and her features.

Yet no sentence seemed capable of describing the woman before them.

Many years ago, this young girl, who had not yet reached the age of feminine allure, had already been rated by the Central Plains Great Tang as one of the top three in the world, and vaguely possessed a momentum that surpassed the others.

Her appearance had reached that realm where it defied all else, remaining simply the purest beauty in the world.

Yes, the pinnacle of beauty, peerless under heaven.

The peerless young girl slowly opened her eyes from the bathing rosy light. A flicker of lively intelligence flashed through her indifferent pupils as she looked toward the horizon and blinked slightly.

Seeing this scene, countless people subconsciously thought of that ancient verse:

In the north there is a beauty, peerless and independent.
A single glance can topple a city, a second glance can topple a state.

Liu Shouyi of Kunlun witnessed this scene from the edge of the mountain peak, the corners of his lips curling upward before he turned and plunged into the sea of clouds.

...

Jade Pool presented an entirely different spectacle.

The red moon in the sky enveloped the entire world, and spiritual energy as vast and surging as an ocean rose from the ground.

He Pianpian of Jade Pool extended her arms to the sides, her entire person seeming to transform into a blazing sun.

Red radiance and white mist contended against each other at the very center of heaven and earth.

Two beams of light, one black and one white, simultaneously slammed into the arms of the Nightmare.

The Holy Mistress of Jade Pool stepped upon the void, lotus blossoms springing up with every step, and arrived right before the Nightmare's face. With a light tap of her right index finger forward, a massive white lotus manifested in mid-air. The Nightmare was struck as if by a heavy weight, its head violently thrown back and bending at a terrifying angle, yet ultimately it did not fall to the ground.

A peerlessly fierce sword light surged straight from the horizon, fiercely slamming into the Nightmare's body.

Boom!

The latter could no longer resist the pressure and collapsed with a crash.

The earth trembled, and dust scattered in all directions.

Wan Jianyi of Kunlun stood at the highest point of a mountain peak, accompanied by eight aged practitioners directly behind him.

Each of them exuded a dim and profound aura, their hands tucked into their sleeves, obscuring their true appearances.

Wan Jianyi gazed at the red moon in the sky and asked, "How long can she hold out?"

"An hour," He Pianpian replied, "but the battle must be concluded within half an hour."

Wan Jianyi asked, "Why?"

He Pianpian frowned and said, "Shen Yu was swallowed into the Nightmare's body. We must suppress it as quickly as possible."

Wan Jianyi looked somewhat startled. "Dead?"

He Pianpian glared fiercely at him. "You're the one who's dead!"

With a peculiar expression, Wan Jianyi took a single step forward, grasped his immortal sword, and charged straight toward the Nightmare.

Radiance burst forth across the sky.

The Holy Mistress of Jade Pool caught sight of that blazing aura of the Dao and sword united, exchanging glances with the two elderly women beside her, both seeing astonishment and shock in each other's eyes.

Wan Jianyi of Kunlun had also reached an astonishingly high level in the cultivation of the Three Realms.

"Hurry and rescue Shen Yu, otherwise we won't be able to answer to the Dao Sect."

"Understood."

Inside the Jade Pool Immortal Burial Tombs.

The phantom of Fairy Linghua floated above the luminous gate.

She had clearly witnessed the scene of Shen Yu being swallowed into the other party's body, but recalling the conversation just before at the luminous gate, she made no move and remained silent.

"The Nightmare is undying and indestructible. Given your current condition, how can you possibly fight it?"

"You're wrong. Right now, perhaps only I am capable of completely resolving it."

"How?"

"Didn't you say its current temperament is like that of a child?"

"That's right."

"Then I can deal with it."

"How is that possible? Your current cultivation realm is far too low."

"No, I am speaking of myself from three thousand years ago."