Chapter 165: Grandfather, what do you want to cooperate with me on?

Above the Nine Heavens.

Mu Qingliu stood with his hands behind his back.

The Taihao Immortal Mirror floated above his head.

A terrifying beam of mirror light had already blasted toward the White Jade Island below.

At this moment, Mu Qingliu had arrived in person, and he was carrying the main body of the Taihao Immortal Mirror.

In this Realm and earth, he, Mu Qingliu, was invincible; erasing the White Jade Island would only take a single strike.

"Lord of Yuanyang Island."

Mu Qingliu's gaze was indifferent.

More than a hundred years ago, the Lord of Yuanyang Island was already a Half-Step Ancient Saint.

Now, he was probably very close to an Ancient Saint, but so what?

Without reaching the Ancient Saint Realm, under the mirror light of the Taihao Immortal Mirror, death was certain.

Even if he was an Ancient Saint, unless he was one of those three veteran Ancient Saints from the Nether Palace, Demon Saint Nest, or Blood Demon Sea, he would still be severely injured and beaten to death.

This was Mu Qingliu's confidence.

This was the confidence of the Moral Immortal Sect Sect Leader who had ruled the Central Earth Divine Continent for hundreds of thousands of years.

"Those three old fellows should be very frightened right now, shouldn't they?"

Mu Qingliu glanced at the other three directions, intending to head over to "catch up on old times."

In his eyes, the fate of the White Jade Island beneath his feet was already sealed—it would vanish into thin air under the mirror light.

However.

The next moment.

Mu Qingliu's expression changed drastically.

He suddenly lowered his head and looked down.

A "giant" of unknown tens of thousands of zhang, standing between heaven and earth,

with a wave of his hand, blocked the million-odd li White Jade Island.

The heaven-shaking mirror light unleashed by the Taihao Immortal Mirror rapidly dissipated the moment it touched the back of that towering figure's hand, and it was completely worn away after a few breaths.

"What is that?"

Mu Qingliu's expression turned solemn.

"Lord of Yuanyang Island."

Gazing at the figure whose form rapidly returned to normal after blocking the strike of the Taihao Immortal Mirror with hands behind the back, Mu Qingliu's expression became extremely unsightly.

"Refining Void Ancient Saint."

"An Ancient Saint at the Peak of the Refining Void Stage."

"An Ancient Saint who has even surpassed the limit of Refining Void and begun exploring the Dao Integration Stage."

Mu Qingliu judged in his heart.

The means to manifest such a massive figure must certainly be some remarkable great Divine Ability.

And blocking the strike of the Taihao Immortal Mirror without leaving a trace made his strength even more unfathomable.

Mu Qingliu never expected that the Lord of Yuanyang Island, whom he had long regarded as fish meat on the chopping block, would possess such terrifying strength.

North of the Divine Continent.

On a small island deep within the Blood Demon Sea.

Just as Mu Qingliu used the Taihao Immortal Mirror to unleash that terrifying beam of mirror light,

the Blood Demon Lord suddenly opened his eyes with a grave expression.

"Mu Qingliu has left the Moral Immortal Mountain? Has the Moral Immortal Sect given birth to a second Ancient Saint?"

The Blood Demon Lord immediately deduced many things.

"The Lord of Yuanyang Island is finished."

The Blood Demon Lord shook his head slightly.

Mu Qingliu walked out of the Moral Immortal Mountain and struck at the White Jade Island first, his purpose being to completely kill that Lord of Yuanyang Island.

"I told you long ago to submit to me, but you insisted on refusing. Now you're dead, aren't you?"

The Blood Demon Lord shook his head slightly.

A hundred years ago, when the Lord of Yuanyang Island occupied the White Jade Island,

the Blood Demon Lord had sent his subordinates to persuade the Lord of Yuanyang Island to submit to him.

After all, the Blood Demon Sea did not have many combat powers atளுக்கு the level of a Half-Step Ancient Saint.

Only back then, the Lord of Yuanyang Island directly refused.

And right now, in the eyes of the current Blood Demon Lord, the initial choice of the Lord of Yuanyang Island was wrong.

"What a pity."

The Blood Demon Lord shook his head.

The Lord of Yuanyang Island did not come from the Moral Immortal Sect, nor did he have anything to do with the Blood Demon Sea, Nether Palace, or Demon Saint Nest.

Relying solely on himself to Cultivate to the Half-Step Ancient Saint Realm, if he had been willing to accept the bestowal of the Blood Demon Lord and transform into a "Blood Divine Son," perhaps in the future he could have vied for the true Ancient Saint level.

"Hmm?"

"That's not right?"

The Blood Demon Lord was just about to contact the other three Ancient Saints to consider how to face Mu Qingliu when he suddenly sensed something and abruptly widened his eyes.

"Mu Qingliu's strike was blocked?"

The Blood Demon Lord widened his mouth. Although he wasn't watching in person, through aura induction, the heaven-shaking mirror light blasted out by Mu Qingliu did not erupt, but instead dissipated into nothingness.

Meanwhile,

a terrifying Taiyang power that vied with the great sun gathered.

"Taiyang Ancient Saint."

"A Taiyang Ancient Saint who almost surpassed the limit of Refining Void?"

"How could that Lord of Yuanyang Island possess such strength?"

The Blood Demon Lord found it hard to believe.

Even if that Lord of Yuanyang Island broke through to the Refining Void level,

the Blood Demon Lord would at most be shocked, not finding it as incredible as it was now.

The Lord of Yuanyang Island was a Half-Step Ancient Saint a hundred years ago; breaking through shackles now to step into Refining Void was not entirely impossible.

Only now?

Surpassing the limit of the Refining Void Stage?

That was a level that only the Sect Master holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror could touch.

Yet the Lord of Yuanyang Island reached it purely on his own?

How could this be possible?

"Wrong."

"We were all wrong."

"A hundred years ago, the Lord of Yuanyang Island was never any Half-Step Ancient Saint."

The Blood Demon Lord's thoughts surged.

He suddenly realized that a hundred years ago, the Lord of Yuanyang Island had never claimed to be at the Half-Step Ancient Saint Realm.

The so-called Half-Step Ancient Saint was entirely external speculation about the Lord of Yuanyang Island.

"Surpassing the limit of the Refining Void Stage… could he be a mighty expert from hundreds of thousands of years ago?"

The Blood Demon Lord thought quickly.

Originally, he thought the Lord of Yuanyang Island was an expert born in the past few thousand years.

Yet judging by the combat power and strength the other party displayed, how could someone Cultivate to this level in just a few thousand years?

The Blood Demon Lord deduced that the Lord of Yuanyang Island perhaps came from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Moral Immortal Sect was not yet the undisputed ruler of the Central Earth Divine Continent.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the "Ascension Platform" had not yet appeared.

There were many incredible Experts in the world, and there were those who surpassed the limit of Refining Void.

Not only was the Blood Demon Lord shocked,

almost at the same time,

the Ancient Saints of the Demon Saint Nest and Nether Palace all sensed that Mu Qingliu's true self had made a move wielding the Taihao Immortal Mirror,

yet he was easily blocked by that Lord of Yuanyang Island.

"The Lord of Yuanyang Island is this strong?"

In the Moral Immortal Sect, Mu Mengting was also paying attention to the East Sea.

He wanted to witness with his own eyes the Lord of Yuanyang Island begging for mercy on his knees under Mu Qingliu's suppression.

Only the scene that happened afterward made his scalp tingle.

Mu Qingliu, who was practically invincible while holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror, was actually blocked by the Lord of Yuanyang Island?

Above the Nine Heavens,

Mu Qingliu had the Taihao Immortal Mirror above his head,

falling into a certain dilemma of advance and retreat.

Originally, Mu Qingliu felt that suppressing and killing the Lord of Yuanyang Island would not encounter any accidents.

That was why he came to the East Sea at the first instance and struck at the White Jade Island.

Pick soft targets to bully.

Compared to the Blood Demon Sea, Demon Saint Nest, and Nether Palace,

the Lord of Yuanyang Island naturally belonged to the undisputed soft target.

But who would have thought—

this "soft target" was actually the hardest stone in the world.

For Mu Qingliu, the Lord of Yuanyang Island, whose combat power at this moment reached the limit of the Refining Void Realm or even surpassed it,

was definitely the one he least wanted to deal with.

The Ghost Cultivator King of the Nether Palace, the Blood Demon Lord of the Blood Demon Sea, and the Demon Saint of the Demon Saint Nest had special trump cards,

and even if Mu Qingliu wielded the Taihao Immortal Mirror, he could not completely kill them.

But at least he could suppress them in battle.

Yet facing the Lord of Yuanyang Island, Mu Qingliu didn't even have the certainty of winning, let alone suppressing him.

What worried Mu Qingliu even more was that

if the Lord of Yuanyang Island joined forces with the Ghost Cultivator King, Blood Demon Lord, and Demon Saint, the Moral Immortal Sect might face the worst situation in hundreds of thousands of years.

"Lord of Yuanyang Island,"

"I believe there is a misunderstanding between us."

Mu Qingliu was silent for a moment, put away the Taihao Immortal Mirror, and sent a voice transmission secretly.

Next, Mu Qingliu transmitted a few more words and then turned around and left.

Above the White Jade Island,

Lin Yuan stood in mid-air,

quietly watching Mu Qingliu leave.

"Want to cooperate with me?"

Lin Yuan pondered Mu Qingliu's voice transmissions from just now.

Summing it up,

it meant one thing:

The grievances between the Moral Immortal Sect and him, the Lord of Yuanyang Island, were not irreconcilable.

The two sides could cooperate.

As for how to cooperate specifically,

it could be discussed in detail.

Central Earth Divine Continent.

Above the Nine Heavens,

Mu Qingliu's gaze was contemplative.

Thinking about it carefully,

between the Lord of Yuanyang Island and the Moral Immortal Sect,

there was no irredeemable hatred.

It was nothing more than the Lord of Yuanyang Island wiping out the Moral Immortal Sect's chess piece in the East Sea Islands—the Black Veil Islands.

But this matter,

Mu Qingliu could choose to forgive.

It was merely a tiny Black Veil Islands.

As for his strike against the White Jade Island just now, it was indeed somewhat rash, but he, Mu Qingliu, could completely make up for it in other aspects.

"If I can cooperate with the Lord of Yuanyang Island—" Mu Qingliu's heartbeat accelerated.

The Lord of Yuanyang Island was an Ancient Saint of the Taiyang lineage, and an Ancient Saint who surpassed the limit of Refining Void.

Such an Ancient Saint naturally restrained Experts of those dark and evil lineages.

If he joined forces with him,

it was entirely possible to completely wipe out the Nether Palace and Blood Demon Sea.

Before today,

Mu Qingliu had never thought of resolving the Nether Palace and Blood Demon Sea.

Because it was very difficult to achieve.

Even relying on the Immortal Artifact Taihao Immortal Mirror, it could not be done.

This time he walked out of the Moral Immortal Mountain holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror,

and his purpose was only to suppress those three old fellows, make them suffer a bit, and stop them from having any ideas.

Nothing more.

But now,

Mu Qingliu saw hope.

"Yunwu Blessed Land?"

Mu Qingliu suddenly stopped,

his gaze looking down toward the Yunwu Blessed Land below.

Before leaving just now, he had transmitted a few words to the Lord of Yuanyang Island.

Among them was the possibility of cooperation.

As for how to cooperate, the two needed to find a place to discuss in detail.

For this place, Mu Qingliu finally chose the Yunwu Blessed Land.

As for why he didn't choose the Moral Immortal Mountain—the Moral Immortal Mountain was the old lair of the Immortal Sect, and countless means had been laid down by past Sect Masters.

Mu Qingliu estimated that if he really chose the Moral Immortal Mountain, the Lord of Yuanyang Island wouldn't come either.

The Yunwu Blessed Land was very good.

Although the Yunwu Blessed Land was one of the one hundred and eight blessed lands,

not many means had been set up there.

With the strength of that Lord of Yuanyang Island, the entire Yunwu Blessed Land was no different from thin paper in his eyes.

Choosing the Yunwu Blessed Land showed that he, Mu Qingliu, definitely had no other plots.

And the Yunwu Blessed Land was very close to the Moral Immortal Mountain; if the two didn't talk smoothly, Mu Qingliu would also have a retreat.

The last point:

compared to other grotto-heavens and blessed lands in the Central Earth Divine Continent,

the importance of the Yunwu Blessed Land was not high, and only prolonging life was somewhat useful.

However, the life extension of the Yunwu Blessed Land had little effect on immortal cultivators.

Whoosh.

Mu Qingliu descended into the Yunwu Blessed Land.

"Greetings, Sect Master."

Chunhua and Qiuyue were full of panic, not knowing why the Sect Master had descended.

"Where is Wuji?"

Mu Qingliu asked.

"Young Master, he… Young Master is in secluded cultivation."

Qiuyue said tremblingly, "I will go tell Young Master right now."

"No need. Wuji—"

Mu Qingliu's mind flashed with the appearance of Jun Wuji.

In addition, the appearances of Jun Dongjin, Mu Lianer, Jun Xiaoyao, and Jun Zhilan all flashed past.

For some reason, Mu Qingliu felt a bit sorrowful at this moment.

For the interests of his Mu Family, he ultimately abandoned Jun Dongjin, and even his two grandchildren, Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhilan, were transferred to the distant Mangya Mountain.

Only Jun Wuji, the grandson who had little presence since childhood, escaped disaster, but even so, he was separated from his parents and brothers.

"Wuji."

"Let him continue to Cultivate."

"Do not disturb him."

Mu Qingliu sighed.

Although somewhat cruel, he, Mu Qingliu, did not feel that he had done anything wrong.

"Do not go up to the pavilion on the Peak of the mountain."

"I will meet a Fellow Daoist there."

Mu Qingliu gave a few instructions, and his figure disappeared.

On the Peak of Cloud Mist Mountain,

outside the pavilion,

Mu Qingliu sat cross-legged, facing the direction of the East Sea, quietly waiting for the Lord of Yuanyang Island to come.

"I also don't know what price must be paid to make the Lord of Yuanyang Island cooperate with me to deal with the Blood Demon Sea and Nether Palace together."

Mu Qingliu thought in his heart.

He attached great importance to the Lord of Yuanyang Island. Such an expert, no matter in which era, even in the era hundreds of thousands of years ago when mighty Experts surpassing the limit of Refining Void frequently appeared, was dazzling enough.

"Later we must talk properly."

"Even if the talks fail in the end, we must resolve our grievances."

"We must absolutely not let the Lord of Yuanyang Island cooperate with those three old fellows."

Mu Qingliu thought to himself.

He had already sent a voice transmission to the Lord of Yuanyang Island saying they would discuss cooperation in the Yunwu Blessed Land, so presumably the other party would arrive soon.

At the foot of Cloud Mist Mountain,

Chunhua and Qiuyue's complexions barely recovered.

The Sect Master's sudden arrival just now really gave them a scare.

That was the Moral Immortal Sect Sect Master, a supreme and lofty figure in the Central Earth Divine Continent.

For two tiny Golden Core Stage female cultivators like them, it stood to reason that they could never come into contact with such a big figure in this lifetime.

"What 'Fellow Daoist' is the Sect Master here to see?"

"It should also be some big figure, right? But to be able to make the Sect Master wait in person, this 'Fellow Daoist'—"

Chunhua and Qiuyue were somewhat puzzled.

With the identity of the Immortal Sect Sect Master, under the heaven, who would dare to arrive late? And still make the Sect Master wait in person?

Wasn't this posture a bit too high?

Did they really think the word "Moral" in the Moral Immortal Sect meant having morals?

The reason the Moral Immortal Sect was called the Moral Immortal Sect was because all enemies had been beaten through and beaten into submission; the remaining ones were all their own people, which was why they talked about morals.

Just as Chunhua and Qiuyue were whispering to each other,

a figure walked out of the secluded cultivation chamber at some unknown time.

"Ah?"

"Young Master."

"You've come out?"

Chunhua and Qiuyue turned back, saw Lin Yuan, and immediately bowed in salute.

"Young Master, the Sect Master came just now and is currently on top of Cloud Mist Mountain, saying he wants to wait for a Fellow Daoist."

Chunhua immediately said everything she knew.

"I know."

Lin Yuan nodded.

Lin Yuan raised his head and looked toward the Peak of Cloud Mist Mountain.

There, clouds and mist curled around, resembling an immortal fairyland.

"It's about time."

Lin Yuan's expression was calm.

Immediately, he walked toward the mountain path steps of Cloud Mist Mountain.

Then, following the steps, he headed toward the mountain Peak.

"Young Master."

Seeing this, Chunhua and Qiuyue thought about it and didn't stop him.

Although the Moral Immortal Sect Sect Master had said not to let people go up,

the Young Master was not an outsider; he was the grandson of the Immortal Sect Sect Master.

He should be able to go up, right?

Cloud Mist Mountain was not high,

only several hundred meters,

but its mountain path steps were somewhat rugged.

Lin Yuan's gaze lowered as he climbed the mountain path steps step by step.

Lin Yuan did not use any means or Divine Ability, just climbing up the mountain step by step like this.

A little under half an hour later,

Lin Yuan arrived at the Peak of Cloud Mist Mountain.

He saw the Moral Immortal Sect Sect Master Mu Qingliu, facing east with his back to him.

Lin Yuan walked straight over.

"Wuji—"

Mu Qingliu had discovered Lin Yuan long ago,

but did not stop him.

"I have already spoken with Mengting; he will soon transfer Dongjin and your mother back, and your family will be reunited."

Mu Qingliu thought Jun Wuji wanted to plead for his parents, so he spoke directly.

Hearing this, Lin Yuan did not stop. He walked to the opposite side of Mu Qingliu and sat face-to-face with this Sect Master of the Immortal Sect who ruled the Central Earth Divine Continent.

"Wuji?"

Mu Qingliu frowned slightly.

The position Lin Yuan sat in right now was the one he had reserved for the Lord of Yuanyang Island.

However, Jun Wuji was his grandson after all. Even with such discourtesy, Mu Qingliu still didn't do anything.

"Wuji, you go down first. Later, Grandfather has important matters to discuss with a Fellow Daoist, which concerns the overall situation of the Central Earth Divine Continent."

Mu Qingliu said amicably.

Regarding the matter of Jun Dongjin, Mu Qingliu considered himself in the right, but towards this grandson, he always felt a bit of guilt.

Lin Yuan remained silent, just quietly looking at Mu Qingliu.

"Wuji?"

Mu Qingliu's smile faded.

He couldn't quite figure out what his grandson wanted to do. Didn't he understand how important what was about to happen was to the Moral Immortal Sect and the Central Earth Divine Continent?

The two gazed at each other.

"Grandfather."

At this moment, Lin Yuan slowly spoke.

Mu Qingliu's expression relaxed, but Lin Yuan's next sentence made his pupils constrict:

"What do you want to cooperate with me on?"