Chapter 35 The Time Has Not Yet Come

"You heard that right."

Saint Lord Leihuo's voice was hoarse. "He did indeed say he wanted to enter the heaven-reaching tower."

The hand holding the sword of Wuji Sword Saint trembled slightly.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the sense of absurdity in his heart, his eyebrows gradually knitting together.

"If he really goes to the heaven-reaching tower..."

Wuji Sword Saint gritted his teeth, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

"Then what the hell are the juniors we brought here supposed to compete for!"

The Five Saints of Zhongzhou looked at each other.

Despair permeated the air.

For this opening, the major powers had expended countless resources and exhausted their foundations to cultivate their juniors.

Everyone was counting on their own Genius to soar into the sky within the tower and seize the opportunities of heaven and earth.

But now, a Quasi-True Immortal has popped up!

It's practically the sky collapsing!

A monster who can casually refuse the Divine Light of Induction is running off to snatch Opportunities from a group of Golden Core and Nascent Soul Stage juniors?

This is like an ancient Vicious Beast charging into a sheepfold; are you sure this isn't a one-sided slaughter?

"No!"

A hint of determination flashed in Saint Lord Leihuo's eyes.

"Absolutely cannot let him enter! The opportunities of the heaven-reaching tower concern the Luck of our Zhongzhou; how can we let him hog it all to himself?"

"Yes! We must stop him!"

Ancestor of the Wang Family immediately echoed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and said repeatedly.

"The heaven-reaching tower has its own rules; how can we allow him to act recklessly!"

The few looked at each other. Afterward, they fell into silence again.

Stop him?

Easy to say!

That's a Quasi-True Immortal!

Who is going to stop him? Who dares to stop him?

Saint Lord Leihuo coughed lightly. He turned to look at Wuji Sword Saint and squeezed out a smile.

"Fellow Daoist Sword Saint, your Sword Heart is clear, you have always been upright and unyielding, and you do not fear power. Why don't you step forward and persuade this Senior to show mercy?"

Upon hearing this, Wuji Sword Saint's eyes twitched wildly, and he retorted unceremoniously.

"My Sword Heart is clear, but I'm not mentally ill! Leihuo, your temper is fiery, and you hate people breaking the rules the most. You're the most suitable one to go!"

After speaking, he lowered his head to pretend to drink tea and never looked up again.

Saint Lord Leihuo's smile froze on his face, and he turned to the Ancestor of the Wang Family, "Fellow Daoist Wang, you are of high virtue and prestige..."

Ancestor of the Wang Family suddenly looked up at the sky, "Ahem... the moonlight is truly beautiful tonight!"

It had just become night, and the sky was pitch black.

Saint Lord Leihuo: "..."

The remaining two Saints, one began to study their own nails, and the other closed their eyes as if in meditation.

The Five Saints of Zhongzhou had different thoughts. No one wanted to be the first bird to stick its head out.

Step into the fire pit of a Quasi-True Immortal? Are they tired of living? The scene where that group of Far North Dragon Clan knelt on the ground calling him master was still vivid in their minds!

Finally, they turned their heads helplessly and cast their hopes toward the Old Ancestor Qingxuan on the high platform.

After all, this was the territory of the Qingyun Sect.

As the host and a great expert about to undergo Ascension, surely Old Ancestor Qingxuan should step out to uphold justice?

However.

When they saw the appearance of Old Ancestor Qingxuan, the hope in their hearts was instantly shattered.

They saw Old Ancestor Qingxuan standing there sluggishly.

His eyes were vacant, like a statue, staring straight in the direction Gu Heng had left.

The night wind blew through the Daoist robe of the Old Ancestor.

His lips trembled, and his voice was fragmented in the wind.

"This script... isn't right, is it?"

The Five Saints of Zhongzhou all sighed in unison.

Fine.

Looking at Old Ancestor Qingxuan's broken Dao Heart and completely stunned appearance, it was clear he couldn't be counted on.

Besides.

That kid was wearing the handyman uniform of the Qingyun Sect and had been standing in the Qingyun Sect's camp from beginning to end. Old Ancestor Qingxuan was probably secretly happy, and he was definitely on that kid's side.

The Qingyun Sect was determined to hog everything for themselves this time!

"What are you looking at! Disperse, disperse!"

Saint Lord Leihuo was restless. He stood up abruptly and shouted at the Cultivators of the major powers who were still in a daze.

He waved his sleeves irritably, a trace of his Tribulation Transcendence Stage pressure spilling out.

"The Ascension Ceremony is over! Go back, wash up, and go to sleep!"

Ancestor of the Wang Family also waved his hand with a dark face, his tone extremely impatient.

"Everyone go back home! We'll discuss it tomorrow!"

The various powers woke up as if from a dream. They stood up one after another and walked stiffly toward their respective reception areas.

The crowd dispersed like a receding tide.

Only, everyone's footsteps seemed incredibly heavy.

They hung their heads low, having completely lost the excitement and anticipation they had when they arrived.

Originally, they thought they were going to witness an unprecedented Ascension in broad daylight and gain insights into the supreme Dao.

Who would have thought that the plot would have so many twists and turns. They didn't get to see the Ascension, but instead witnessed the birth of a monster who dared to refuse the Divine Light. Even worse, this monster was going to snatch the Opportunities of their juniors tomorrow.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

...

The clamor faded away.

The Peak of Qingyun returned to being cold and quiet.

Night had completely fallen.

Above the firmament, that glimmer of golden light continued to flicker.

It was slowly descending, and then gradually brightening within the clouds, like an unwilling stubbornness.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan was still standing in the center of the square.

He tilted his head back, staring at that glimmer of light.

Ye Wentian stood beside the Old Ancestor. He looked at the Old Ancestor's back and spoke cautiously.

"Old Ancestor..."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan did not turn back.

Ye Wentian deliberated his words and comforted him softly.

"Perhaps, you really didn't miss the Divine Light of Induction? It's just... the time has not yet come?"

Upon hearing this, Old Ancestor Qingxuan's body trembled slightly.

He turned his head abruptly and gave Ye Wentian an approving look.

Then he nodded heavily, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"That's right! It must be like that!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan finally couldn't help but curse. "Damn it! All the spotlight tonight was stolen by this kid Gu Heng! I have been biding my time for ten thousand years, waiting for this one moment, and it all ended up being a wedding dress for him!"

Ye Wentian also looked up, gazing at the flickering glimmer.

He continued to comfort him: "Old Ancestor, please calm your anger. The heaven-reaching tower happens to open tomorrow. If your Divine Light of Induction descends tomorrow, wouldn't that be a kind of heavenly will?"

Ye Wentian's eyes flashed with light.

"By then, all eyes will be on you. The opening of the heaven-reaching tower is already a grand event, and adding your Ascension phenomenon to it... wouldn't the scene be even more magnificent? Wouldn't it even better display your supreme heroic posture, Old Ancestor?"

Hearing this, Old Ancestor Qingxuan felt much better inside.

But on the surface, his expression sank. He once again put on the demeanor of an expert above the mundane world and flicked his sleeves vigorously.

"Nonsense!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan shouted angrily, his beard bristling.

"What magnificent scene? What better display of heroic posture? Am I the kind of person who craves vain fame!"

He looked at the night sky righteously, his voice resounding.

"The reason I delayed my Ascension was just to let the juniors have more insights into the Dao before I leave! What the hell do you know!"

The corners of Ye Wentian's mouth twitched slightly. But he immediately lowered his head to agree, his tone sincere.

"Old Ancestor, your righteousness is high! It is this Disciple who was shallow!"

Ye Wentian paused, then changed the subject.

"Old Ancestor, now that Gu Heng's cultivation... has reached the Quasi-True Immortal level. Tomorrow, should we still let him enter the heaven-reaching tower?"

Ye Wentian was full of worry.

"If he goes in, the juniors from other Sects will probably not even get a sip of soup. Will this cause public outrage? After all, the Five Saints of Zhongzhou are watching."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan glanced at him sideways and asked a rhetorical question.

"You go stop him?"

Ye Wentian was instantly silenced.

In his mind, he pictured Gu Heng's unfathomable aura, and that group of Far North Dragon Clan kneeling on the ground, trembling.

Ye Wentian's expression changed instantly. He revealed an extremely bright smile.

"Old Ancestor is right! This Disciple had already figured it out!"

Ye Wentian gave a thumbs up. "Old Ancestor, your decision to let him enter the heaven-reaching tower in advance is simply brilliant and mighty! With him there, our Qingyun Sect will surely be able to sweep up all the Opportunities in the heaven-reaching tower this time! Old Ancestor, your foresight is deep, and this Disciple admires you to the ground!"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan was very pleased. He stroked his beard and raised his chin triumphantly.

"Not bad. You are worthy of being the Sect Master I promoted. You have good discernment."

Ye Wentian lowered his head, unable to resist rolling his eyes.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan waved his hand.

"Alright, you go back. Make the arrangements for the opening of the heaven-reaching tower tomorrow early. Don't let any mistakes happen."

"Yes, this Disciple will take his leave." Ye Wentian bowed and saluted.

He had just turned around, but stopped and turned back to ask: "What about you? Old Ancestor, are you not going back to your Immortal Cave to rest?"

Old Ancestor Qingxuan raised his head again, looking at that streak of golden light in the black firmament.

He cleared his throat and coughed.

"Of course I am staying here, waiting for my Divine Light of Induction."

Ye Wentian said no more. He bid farewell and left, his figure turning into a streak of light and disappearing into the night.

In the empty square.

Only Old Ancestor Qingxuan was left alone.

In the night wind.

The Old Ancestor confirmed that there was no one around.

He took a deep breath, his feet parted. He slowly spread his arms, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes.

"No, this angle is not domineering enough."

The Old Ancestor retracted his hands and readjusted his posture. He turned slightly, one hand behind his back, the other pointing toward the firmament.

"Does this seem more like an immortal?"

Under the faint golden light, Old Ancestor Qingxuan repeatedly practiced the movements for welcoming his Ascension. He frowned from time to time, smiled from time to time, striving to be flawless tomorrow.

...

Meanwhile.

In the back mountain of the Qingyun Sect, inside the guest room belonging to the Piaomiao Palace.

Moonlight shone through the wooden window and spilled onto the floor.

Lin Qingyue sat quietly at the table, cold and clear as water.

Beside her, Su Youwei leaned lazily against her long spear, staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky.

The room was very quiet.

Only the occasional chirping of insects came from outside the window.

Lin Qingyue rested her chin on one hand. She fell into deep thought.

Now, she had basically confirmed it.

Who exactly was the one who caused her High-Grade Spirit Stones to disappear into thin air earlier.

Besides that Gu Heng, who could do it without anyone noticing, who else could it be?

The culprit had been found.

However, she didn't care about those Spirit Stones at all anymore.

Now, what lingered in her mind was the image of Gu Heng standing in the golden light, casually refusing the Ascension.

What she was curious about was Gu Heng's true cultivation.

He... was actually a Quasi-True Immortal?

Lin Qingyue's brows furrowed slightly. A Quasi-True Immortal in his early twenties somewhat overturned her understanding of the cultivation world.

Since he was already standing at the Peak of this world and could even casually refuse the Heavenly Dao's divine light.

Then what was his purpose in hiding his cultivation and lurking in the Qingyun Sect as a mere handyman?

What exactly was he plotting?

Lin Qingyue raised her head.

Her gaze passed through the window, looking toward the center of the Qingyun Sect.

There, an ancient giant tower stood under the firmament. The outline of the tower was faintly discernible in the night.

Looking at that outline, a strange sense of familiarity faintly arose in Lin Qingyue's heart.

Lin Qingyue shook her head, dispelling her chaotic thoughts.

Thinking about this now was meaningless. Tomorrow, when entering the heaven-reaching tower, perhaps everything would have an answer.

"Sigh..."

Beside her, Su Youwei suddenly sighed. She let out a self-deprecating sound.

Lin Qingyue turned to look at her.

Su Youwei shrugged.

She was bored, twirling a strand of hair at her temple.

"Originally, I was still dissatisfied with the fact that he made way for me back in Xiaoyao City."

"I even wanted to find an Opportunity to trick him in the tower."

"Now, well."

Su Youwei slammed her long spear onto the ground and rolled her eyes.

"It turns out he is a Quasi-True Immortal. A monster who can even refuse the Ascension."

"I'm convinced. What the hell is there to fight for!"

Su Youwei walked to the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.

She put down the teacup and stared at Lin Qingyue with a serious face.

"However, having said that."

"Lin Qingyue, are you really going to enter the heaven-reaching tower tomorrow... to compete with that monster?"