Chapter 63

After several days, at the Qinghe Manor in Hulu Valley.

In the pavilion, a young man in black sat alone. Snowflakes were flying everywhere, and the heavy snow had been falling for several days, with the snow now several feet deep. A single step would sink one's knee into the snow. However, for someone of Jun Wuming's cultivation, such snow was no obstacle. If Jun Wuming wished, he could reveal his dragon form and disperse the dark clouds over Taoshan Mountain with ease.

Suddenly, the sky brightened.

A streak of light suddenly descended from the horizon, and as it turned, it revealed the figure of a graceful woman in green.

Dressed in green, she held a jade sword, exuding a heroic and spirited demeanor.

Jun Wuming was slightly taken aback and gently put down his wine cup. Greeting the beautiful woman, he said in surprise, "Aunt, what is this?"

The woman in green chuckled softly and said, "Let's go, don't delay!" Without waiting for Jun Wuming's response, she approached, grabbed the young man in black, and instantly transformed into a rainbow of light, soaring into the sky and flying northward!

Facing the fierce gale, the woman's body was enveloped in a holy white light, carrying Jun Wuming through the air. A faint, sweet fragrance wafted over, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart. Jun Wuming's face was a mix of emotions, slightly uncomfortable, and he said softly, "Aunt, where are we going?"

"Black Wind Mountain!"

She glanced at him with her watery eyes, slightly reproachful, and increased the intensity of the white light in her palm, accelerating their flight.

Jun Wuming was taken aback, "Just the two of us?"

"Ouch!"

The woman seemed annoyed and tapped the young man in black on the head, "Don't ask so many questions, you'll know when we get there!"

Pouting, Jun Wuming smiled bitterly and said no more. He let the white light carry him swiftly through the air.

After a hurried journey, the landscape below changed rapidly, with forests and mountains passing by swiftly. The intense white light seemed like a rainbow in the sky, spanning a thousand miles, and they slowly descended onto a majestic peak.

Jun Wuming estimated that this peak was over three thousand meters high. It stood tall and majestic, with a grand and imposing summit.

Several terraces surrounded the central area, with ancient temples, halls, and pavilions layered upon each other, forming a grand and solemn complex. Here, the high mountains adorned the ancient temples, and the ancient temples added a majestic aura to the high mountains.

The numerous palaces and temples in the snow appeared somewhat desolate, with some areas shrouded in a light mist, and others with clouds lingering around the mountain waist. Looking back, the scene was like a silver-clad world, a vast expanse of white.

The palace complex was vast and magnificent, grand and elegant.

A dense white aura enveloped the peak, exuding a sacred and pure atmosphere. Stepping onto the peak, one felt as if the essence of this place instantly filled one's heart, intoxicating and soothing, immersing one in a sea of sacred whiteness.

"Clang!"

A series of heavy bell sounds echoed, carrying a sense of tranquility.

Stepping forward, they walked on the light snow. Approaching the massive ancient temple, Jun Wuming raised his eyes to see a grand and solemn monastery gradually revealing its eaves in the gentle snow.

"Jinguang Temple?"

The two walked forward, slowly entering. On the misty peak, the grand and solemn temple appeared ancient and dignified, step by step.

The temple had three pavilions, seven towers, nine halls, and a hundred chambers, forming a vast and magnificent complex. Even the famous mountains of the Northern Sects, such as Shenxiao, Shengxiao, Yunxiao, and Longmen, were rarely comparable, though they were less well-known due to their remote location.

These buildings were very similar to the Buddhist temples on the blue technological planet where Jun Wuming came from, sharing the same compassionate and merciful spirit. However, these sects seemed more domineering in Jun Wuming's understanding.

They cultivated the power of holy light, believing that holy light contained the mysteries of the origin of the universe, and that the first force of creation was light. Holy light was supreme, and the universe was born in the light.

However, due to different beliefs, these major sects of light, like in Jun Wuming's previous life, were divided into many schools. But unlike before, these schools, though differing in beliefs, were always united, ruling most of the northern continent. They were collectively known as the Light Alliance!

Shenxiao, Shengxiao, Yunxiao, Longmen, and the current Jinguang Temple were all major sects within the Light Alliance, collectively known as the Heart of Light, meaning they could handle all major and minor affairs within the Light Alliance.

This place was one of the lower courts of the Jinguang Divine Sect, and the person in charge was one of the elders of the Jinguang Divine Sect.

"Two guests, several venerables are waiting for you."

As they approached, a young boy in white emerged from behind the ancient temple, hands clasped in greeting. The boy was handsome and polite, though slightly immature.

The woman in green nodded, signaling Jun Wuming to follow, and the two walked behind the boy toward the main hall.

"Uncle, you made us wait so long!"

As they entered, a disheveled young man in a bright yellow and white robe walked up, smiling. The young man in white was handsome but unkempt, with messy black hair and a greasy robe. His smile was a mix of laziness, confusion, and mischief, with a hint of depth.

Yes, depth. Through the disheveled man's eyes, Jun Wuming saw a vast, deep vortex. A single glance seemed to unleash a powerful force, and a moment of carelessness could result in being crushed to pieces!

"Brother Wuse."

Lin Hong's expression changed slightly, and a flash of white light enveloped her as she took a few steps to avoid the disheveled man. He was the 23rd generation direct disciple of Jinguang Temple, with immense holy power, but he enjoyed entertaining others and was rather unrestrained.

Jinguang Temple had a thousand-year history, and the lineage order was: "Wanxiang Senluo Zhen Bai Xie, Yun San Xu Kong Ti Zhen, Li Jie Nian Zhong Hunyuan Suo, Zong Heng Mu Zai Wu Jushu, De Lai Jing Fu Sheng Meng, Zao Ye Qing Yin Man Dong Tian." The current generation was the 25th, and Wuse was a senior disciple.

"Who is this young brother?"

At that moment, a bright light flashed, and a fragrant scent descended from the sky. Jun Wuming looked up to see a woman in white emerge from behind the hall.

She wore a simple white robe, with a cold and clear face, holding a white sheathed divine sword, and her gaze calmly appraised Jun Wuming behind the woman in green.

"Uncle!"

Lin Hong greeted the woman in white, "This is my nephew, Ming. Come, meet Venerable Yusu!"

"Meet you, Venerable!" Jun Wuming bowed respectfully. In his dragon eyes, the woman in white was surrounded by a radiant holy wheel, her body enveloped in holy light, like a deity of light, inspiring a sense of reverence. A faint, radiant holy aura descended, entering Jun Wuming's divine palace.

"Hmph!"

A soft, gentle hum sounded like a thunderclap in Jun Wuming's ears, causing a loud ringing in his head.

His eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked gratefully at Lin Hong, then dared not be disrespectful.

"A good seed for cultivation." The woman in white glanced at the woman in green, her wise eyes flashing with a strange light, and she led the two toward the meditation room.

Her graceful figure moved like a saint in the light, but Jun Wuming avoided looking at her, fearing her gaze.

In the meditation room, there were three men and two women, plus the disheveled man outside, making six in total. They were all meditating on cushions. When Venerable Yusu led them in, they all opened their eyes.

Lin Hong greeted each one. The three white-robed elders with white beards on the front cushions were the highest-ranking elders of Jinguang Temple, Venerable Muxing, Venerable Mukong, and Venerable Muyuan, the hosts of this place.

The two women, one in purple, was Lin Hong's master, Venerable Yuhua, who was meditating with a holy light surrounding her, like a guardian of light.

The other, in black, with a slender and graceful figure, her face veiled, was Lin Hong's other aunt, Venerable Yuxu. She was shrouded in a mist, and in Jun Wuming's perception, she seemed to be in a fog, her presence uncertain, making her extremely mysterious.

The elders' foreheads glowed with holy light, their holy power like the sea, and the sacred aura around them formed a holy sea, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility, as if one's heart had been cleansed by the light, free of杂念.

"Lin Hong, please recount the information you obtained."

Venerable Yuhua, on the left, spoke first, gesturing for Lin Hong to explain.

Lin Hong did not hesitate, and with a smile, she recounted the information she had obtained from the ghosts, even summoning the two ghosts to repeat it for added credibility.

"What do you think, venerables?" Venerable Yusu asked, clearly addressing the three elders.

The three elders, Venerable Muxing, Venerable Mukong, and Venerable Muyuan, exchanged glances and, after a brief mental conversation, Venerable Muxing, the eldest and most experienced, spoke, "Agreed."

"Wait, wait, uncles, how can I be left out of such a fun thing? I don't care, I must go!"

Seeing the consensus, the disheveled man immediately protested, his hand flashing with white light, and a large demon-subduing staff appeared, shaking in the air.

Bang!

The force shook the air, producing a sound like a muffled explosion, creating invisible ripples.

The entire meditation room trembled, and Venerable Mukong's eyebrows twitched, his face turning sour as he was about to react.

Venerable Muyuan, however, remained calm, placing a hand on the slightly larger Venerable Mukong, "Brother, hold on!"

He then looked at the disheveled monk, nodded slightly, and indicated his approval.

In the sky, the group of powerful figures looked down at the continuous mountains below, where cold, dark winds howled like black dragons, chilling the heart.

The fierce black winds seemed to tear the soul.

This was a unique wind in the universe, called the Black Wind of Xuanming, or the Black Wind of Xuanxun. When it blew, the black wind was fierce, and the cold aura was heavy. A first-stage cultivator would instantly lose their soul and all their essence when hit by this wind.

But now, as the black wind approached, it was suppressed and dispersed by the white holy light surrounding the group, unable to get close.

Venerable Yusu's palm glowed with white light, and a halo of holy light protected Jun Wuming.

"How do we subdue the ghostly races below?" Venerable Yusu, with a clear and beautiful face, her black hair adorned with a green cloud pin, stood on the cloud, a halo of white holy light behind her, looking even more radiant and sacred.

Venerable Mukong smiled, stroking his beard, "We have prepared for this."

"Do you remember the Eight-Gate Holy Temple Formation of Jinguang Temple?"

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