201: Chapter 200 The Immortal Lord's Past

The remains were translucent like jade, with a faint reddish-gold luster flowing across the surface of the bones.

Even after falling for many years, the pressure of a Sixth Heaven Immortal Lord still weighed heavily on every inch of space in the entire hall.

At the center of the remains, a fist-sized light source floated.

The reddish-gold light flickered within the hall, and every pulsation caused subtle ripples in the surrounding Void Realm.

This was the Origin condensed from this Immortal Lord's lifelong cultivation.

Immortal Lord Dameng stood before the remains, but he was in no hurry to collect them.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he suddenly spoke:

"Are you still not coming out?"

As his voice fell, the hall became silent for a moment.

Immediately after, a faint layer of light rose above the remains, and an illusory figure slowly took shape.

The figure was dressed in ancient battle armor, his face clear and bright, with the vicissitudes of having seen all the world's affairs weighing on his eyes.

He looked at Immortal Lord Dameng, cupped his hands in a salute, and spoke in a peaceful and calm tone:

"Chixiao greets Fellow Daoist."

Immortal Lord Dameng nodded slightly:

"Taixuan Sect, Elder Da Meng. You are a dignified Sixth Heaven Immortal Lord; why are you buried here?"

Immortal Lord Chixiao fell silent for a moment and smiled faintly, a smile that carried a hint of self-deprecation and a hint of relief.

He began to speak slowly.

"Fellow Daoist may not know, but I was originally a Cultivator of this Desolate Ancient Continent. After my Ascension back then, I went to the Mingxiao Immortal Domain."

"That is an immortal domain on the western border of the Immortal Realm. There, I followed the path step by step from the True Immortal Realm to the Sixth Heaven of the Immortal Lord realm, earning quite a reputation in that domain."

As he spoke to this point, a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

"Later, I was not satisfied with that and tried to break through to the Seventh Heaven of the Immortal Lord realm. However, I failed at the most critical step."

"Irreversible Dao injuries were left in my body. News leaked out, and my former enemies came to attack me together while I was heavily injured. Although I killed all the enemies, I was also at the end of my rope."

"At the brink of death, I thought of this continent that birthed and raised me."

Immortal Lord Chixiao's gaze looked past the roof of the hall, as if looking at a very distant place.

"I didn't want to leave my lifelong learning to those fellows in the Mingxiao Immortal Domain. So I came back, hid this hall in a layer of the Void Realm, and left a barrier outside the continent to prevent people from the Mingxiao Immortal Domain from finding this place."

"After finishing the arrangements, my remaining strength was completely exhausted."

Hearing this, Immortal Lord Dameng understood everything.

No wonder this person had been waiting here in vain.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go out and find a successor; he had long been powerless to do so.

He could only keep a lonely watch in this hall, waiting for an ethereal possibility.

Hoping that his successor would be a junior from his hometown.

But this palace was hidden too deeply; countless years had passed, and no one had ever been able to set foot here.

One could only say that fate makes fools of us all!

Immortal Lord Chixiao was silent for a moment, then solemnly bowed in a salute:

"Fellow Daoist, I have an audacious request."

Immortal Lord Dameng looked at him: "Speak. You want me to help you find a successor?"

"Exactly."

Immortal Lord Chixiao straightened up, his gaze open and earnest.

"Everything in this hall, including that mass of Immortal Lord Origin, Fellow Daoist may take it all; I will have no complaints."

He paused, his tone becoming even more sincere.

"Only this Legacy of mine—while it may not be some world-shaking Great Dao, it was built step by step from this continent."

"With Fellow Daoist's cultivation, you surely wouldn't look twice at such things. I ask Fellow Daoist to select a suitable person on this continent for me, so that my return to my hometown was not in vain."

Immortal Lord Dameng looked at him and nodded slightly:

"This is not difficult. I will take your Legacy back to the Sect and find a suitable successor for you."

Immortal Lord Chixiao felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and he bowed deeply once more:

"To have these words from Fellow Daoist, Chixiao can die without regrets. Thank you, Fellow Daoist, for fulfilling my wish."

As his voice fell, his figure turned into dots of light, gradually dissipating within the hall.

This Sixth Heaven Immortal Lord powerhouse, who had once earned a great reputation in the Mingxiao Immortal Domain, left the final entrustment of his life in this hall he built with his own hands, and then had no more regrets.

Immortal Lord Dameng waved his hand, taking the remains along with the mass of Immortal Lord Origin into his sleeve, and turned to step out of the hall door.

The crack behind him slowly closed, and the sea surface returned to calm.

Immortal Lord Dameng stood with his hands behind his back above the sea, about to leave.

Suddenly remembering something, he looked back at the palace cast entirely from Red Primordial Spirit Gold.

Although the treasures in the hall had been emptied, the palace itself was a whole piece of Immortal-grade spiritual ore; to leave it gathering dust in a layer of the Void Realm would be a waste.

He simply waved his hand, uprooting the entire hall and taking it into his sleeve as well.

He would throw it to the Artifact Refining Hall when he got back; it would be enough to keep those people busy for a long while.

At the same time, outside the Desolate Ancient Continent, the barrier that had shrouded the entire continent for an unknown number of millennia was silently dissipating.

Immortal Realm, Mingxiao Immortal Domain, Great Sun Heavenly Sect.

Immortal Lord Lieyang was sitting in the main hall, pinching his brow with his eyes closed to rest.

During this time, he had finally enjoyed a few days of peace; those two useless fools, Han Yi and Meng Chuan, finally hadn't come to report bad news.

He was just thinking about how the preparation of Materials for the World-Breaking Array was going when a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall.

Before the person even entered the door, the voice arrived first:

"Sect Master! Something terrible has happened! Something terrible has happened!"

Immortal Lord Lieyang's brow twitched violently.

Again?

He now got a headache whenever he heard those words.

He opened his eyes weakly and looked at Han Yi, who came stumbling in:

"What is it now?"

Han Yi flopped to his knees, his face still carrying the terror he hadn't had time to hide:

"Sect Master! It's gone! That barrier has disappeared!"

Immortal Lord Lieyang bolted upright from the main seat, his sleepiness instantly vanishing completely.

He stared fixedly at Han Yi, his voice rising significantly:

"What? You mean Immortal Lord Chixiao's barrier has disappeared? Are you sure?"

Han Yi nodded repeatedly:

"It's absolutely true, I saw it with my own eyes! That barrier suddenly began to dissipate just now, and now it's completely gone!"

Immortal Lord Lieyang sank back into the main seat, his mind racing.

That's not right.

That barrier was set up by Immortal Lord Chixiao himself; according to previous calculations, it should have lasted at least a few hundred more years. It couldn't possibly dissipate out of thin air.

Could it be that someone has taken the Immortal Lord's remains?

Is it that mysterious power from the Lower Realm?

Immortal Lord Lieyang's face turned pale, and he stood up again with a start.

He strode toward the outside of the hall, throwing back a sentence without turning his head: "Prepare quickly, I must go see the three Immortal Lords—Xuanqing, Youming, and Yaohua—immediately!"

Han Yi scrambled to send the messages, while Immortal Lord Lieyang's figure had already vanished from the hall.

In his heart, he had already cursed that unknown Lower Realm power hundreds of times over.

No matter who you are, once I arrive, I will root you out completely.

Xuanqing Immortal Sect.

Immortal Lord Lieyang's light of flight practically crashed into the mountain gate.

Just as he strode in from outside the hall, the other three Immortal Lords arrived one after another.

"Lieyang, what are you doing, calling us here in such a hurry?"

Jiang Yaohua rubbed her brow, her tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

Immortal Lord Xuanqing put down his whisk and looked at Immortal Lord Lieyang:

"Fellow Daoist Lieyang, has something gone wrong with the Materials for the World-Breaking Array?"

Immortal Lord Lieyang stood in the hall, his face as dark as the sky before a storm.

He did not sit down, but instead took a deep breath and spoke slowly:

"Fellow Daoists, the situation has changed."