Chapter 82

"Too domineering!"

Inside the Lingxiao Hall, the Great Celestial Sovereign and the Queen Mother stood side by side. The Great Celestial Sovereign sighed deeply, his face somewhat gloomy.

"Perhaps this time it was my mistake. After this matter, the great trend of the three realms has changed."

A look of regret flashed in the Great Celestial Sovereign's eyes as he sighed and said.

"There's no need for you to be so down, my lord. The great trend of the world is always unpredictable. These few people are just a temporary alliance. As long as we wait patiently, there will always be a day when the sky clears."

The Queen Mother comforted him.

"You're right. Flowers don't stay red for a hundred days, and people don't stay in good fortune for a thousand days. Let's sit back and watch the storm rise again." The Great Celestial Sovereign smiled and said, "However, the remnants of the witch tribe cannot be left unchecked. It's best to eliminate them as soon as possible, which is also a great virtue!"

The Queen Mother asked, "What do you plan to do, my lord?"

"Let Xuan Nu descend to the mortal world and assist Xuanyuan." The Great Celestial Sovereign said.

"Good." The Queen Mother nodded in agreement.

Xuan Nu was a close friend of the Queen Mother, always cultivating in the Heavenly Court, unknown to the world. Her cultivation was the only one among the Great Celestial Sovereign's lineage, besides the Great Celestial Sovereign and the Queen Mother, to reach the level of a Great Luo.

At the same time, inside a fairy mountain on the earth, Wen Zu Cang Jie looked at the light shield that had faded, his breath paused, and his figure appeared weak and unsteady.

His eyes dimmed, and Cang Jie turned and entered his cave, walking like a mortal, trembling and swaying.

"Bang!" The door slammed shut.

Immediately, the entire fairy mountain's light flickered and slowly dissipated, disappearing from the earth, leaving no trace.

Such a major action could be sensed by many great sages in the three realms, each with different reactions.

"Too domineering!"

"Too ruthless!"

"Saints!!!"

...

At this moment, Ding Yue was on his way back to Wuyi Mountain. With Xuanyuan's ascension, the future would be the matter of the Chongjiao Sect, and it had nothing to do with the Jiejiao Sect. Many disciples of the Jiejiao Sect naturally returned to the mountain.

However, Ding Yue was worried about Wuyi Mountain, so he decided to personally oversee its safety.

Inside Wuyi Mountain, Shi Ji and He Hanzhi had been waiting for a long time. They both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Ding Yue was unharmed.

"Brother, Jin Jiao discovered that he is going to have a child. Jin Jiao told me that he wants you to take the child as a disciple." Shi Ji said as they sat down.

"Oh." Ding Yue showed some joy and said, "Alright, I didn't plan to take disciples, but since the two of you have guarded my Daoist temple for many years, I must take them. However, I believe that with the roots of the two of you, this child will surely be extraordinary."

"Many of our fellow disciples have already taken some disciples. The third-generation disciples of our sect will soon grow up."

Ding Yue continued, "Many of the second-generation disciples of the Jiejiao Sect have taken some disciples, and this is not without some influence from me."

The Jiejiao Sect disciples have spent more time in the mortal world, so they have encountered more talented disciples. Additionally, Ding Yue's three children, each with extraordinary talent, always addressed their elders as uncles and aunts, which made the other disciples think about it.

No matter what, the gifts they sent out could at least be returned in some way.

Therefore, compared to what Ding Yue knew in his previous life, the third-generation disciples of the Jiejiao Sect are now much more numerous, and their talents are certainly not inferior, all being fine materials and excellent talents, including those with great destiny.

"How are Long'er and the others?"

After many years of overseeing the imperial capital, Ding Yue missed his three children.

Ding Yue's three children, naturally, have extraordinary talent. After all, Ding Yue himself is a top-tier immortal, and the three girls also have extraordinary roots, so there is no need to worry about their talent.

However, Ding Yue was somewhat concerned about the Daoist hearts of his three children. After all, they grew up in a greenhouse, pampered by everyone, and seemed somewhat spoiled.

Like Ding Yu, who has a personality similar to Shi Ji, or even more intense!

So Ding Yue wanted to play the role of a strict father.

However, it was clear that he had failed.

"Long'er and her sister went to the Dragon Palace to play a few days ago." He Hanzhi said.

Ding Yue's expression changed, but he didn't say anything. Since the last incident, his relationship with his father-in-law had become somewhat awkward, and they met much less often.

After the previous battle, the Dragon Clan seemed to have fallen into decline. Even though Ding Yue released the four Taiyi-level dragons he had personally suppressed back to the Dragon Clan, it did not change the decline of the Dragon Clan.

"Earlier, Sister Qiong Xiao said she wanted to take Yu'er as a disciple. What do you think, brother?" Shi Ji said.

"What?" Ding Yue's expression changed, becoming somewhat strange. Qiong Xiao taking a disciple? What a joke.

Ding Yue did not want his precious daughter to be ruined by this unpredictable sister, so he firmly refused, "No, we can teach Yu'er ourselves. There's no need to trouble Sister Qiong Xiao."

However, Shi Ji's expression was somewhat strange as she slowly said, "But a few days ago, Sister Qiong Xiao already took Yu'er to the Three Immortal Islands."

Ding Yue's face turned bitter, and he couldn't say anything. As for going to the Three Immortal Islands to get her back, after some thought, Ding Yue wisely abandoned the idea.

"Fine, if Yu'er is willing, let her go. Brother, don't worry. Although Yu'er is mischievous, she still understands right and wrong and won't cause trouble. Besides, with Sister Yun Xiao there, nothing will happen."

He Hanzhi saw Ding Yue's expression and couldn't help but smile, her beauty captivating, and said.

At this moment, a streak of light flew from the sky and stopped outside the great array of Wuyi Mountain in the blink of an eye.

Upon closer inspection, the streak of light was a small sword about a foot long. The sword's body was radiant, and it flickered and trembled outside the array.

"Hmm, Yun Zhongzi's flying sword message?" Ding Yue recognized the origin of the small sword.

To be honest, the method of sending messages via flying sword was something Ding Yue had mentioned to Yun Zhongzi before, which sparked his great interest. Although he loved copying, his innovation ability was also high, and he quickly figured out this method of sending messages via flying sword.

Although it sounds simple, the ability of the flying sword message is quite strong. Not only is it extremely fast, faster than even the Golden Immortals who specialize in speed, but as long as you are within the four seas and the earth, the sword can find you and deliver the message quickly, with a very wide range.

The ability is strong, but the consumption is also significant. Not only are the materials needed to forge the small sword hard to come by, but each transmission consumes a lot of magical power. Without the injection of magical power, the small sword can only transmit once, and then it needs to rest for a few years.

Therefore, after Yun Zhongzi developed it, he only forged a few, giving them to a few close friends.

Ding Yue, of course, had one.

With a wave of his hand, the small sword outside the array trembled, flashed, and entered the array, appearing in Ding Yue's hand.

"Bang!"

A loud noise, Ding Yue stood up, and with a backhand, he slapped the stone table, turning it into a cloud of dust.

Ding Yue's face was grim, and his eyes showed extreme anger, his aura uncontrollably raging.

"Brother, what's wrong?" He Hanzhi and Shi Ji were greatly alarmed and quickly asked.

Ding Yue's eyes turned cold, looking towards the direction of the imperial capital, but then his eyes dimmed, losing some of their luster.

"Nothing." Ding Yue waved his hand, but he couldn't hide the sorrow. Not wanting to lose composure in front of He Hanzhi and Shi Ji, he forced a smile and said, "I need to meditate for a while to stabilize my Daoist heart."

With that, he turned and entered his cave, closing the door.

"Did something happen?" Shi Ji asked worriedly.

Inside the imperial capital.

The various sages all had calm expressions, put away their hands, and left one by one.

However, Xuanyuan's face was grim, filled with anger.

Looking at the human race in the imperial capital, he suddenly felt a wave of sorrow in his chest, making him want to let out a long cry.

"Breath~~" Xuanyuan tried to calm down, taking deep breaths. As the emperor of the human race, he possessed great destiny and was resilient, quickly recovering.

"Our human race must rise! But it should rise in our own hands."

Xuanyuan muttered to himself, looking at the three realms with determination: "In this way, I, Xuanyuan, must try. Otherwise, how can I face the three ancestors of the past, the three emperors in heaven, and the fleeing Wen Zu?"

In an instant, Xuanyuan's entire body trembled, and a powerful aura reverberated throughout the imperial capital.

At this moment, he had grown a lot.

Indeed, can a great rise in a cage be considered a great rise?

Just a puppet.

Ding Yue, inside his cave on Wuyi Mountain, the cave was dark and dim, his eyes filled with tears, feeling a mix of the urge to cry and laugh, his chest heavy, his fingers tightly clenched, turning white.

Just a puppet...

(What do you think of these two chapters? But Qingniu was moved by himself, even having the impulse to delete this chapter.)

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