Chapter 587: Lord Jingtian’s Despair, Han Yu’s Determination

Chapter 587: Lord Jingtian's Despair, Han Yu's Determination

When Immortal God Ji was fretting over this, Fang Liang, who was currently in the Ninth Heaven, was also greatly shocked.

Fang Liang was still continuously absorbing the Heavenly Dao Origin, but with the appearance of Mount Buzhou, his absorption speed actually slowed down.

"What is going on?"

Fang Liang was somewhat panicked; this sudden change might affect his Fusion with Dao Ancestor, and the other party also came from the Hidden Sect.

"Grandmaster first supported the Celestial Clan, and now he is supporting Li Daokong. What is he trying to do?"

Fang Liang frowned, his heart filled with confusion.

Didn't Han Jue care about contending?

Laying out schemes like this, wouldn't the future Heavenly Dao entirely fall under Han Jue's control?

The more Fang Liang thought about it, the more shocked he became. Unbeknownst to him, Han Jue had already laid out his plans so deeply.

He was extremely curious about where on earth Han Jue had managed to get Mount Buzhou!

…

Time flew by.

Another thousand years quickly passed.

Han Jue opened his eyes and first looked toward Mount Buzhou.

Today, Mount Buzhou stood nine trillion li tall, reaching all the way to the Ninth Heaven. Its length was unknown, spanning across more than a dozen domains.

Countless living beings lived in peace on Mount Buzhou, and its Luck was majestic. Because of this, Li Daokong had also reached the cultivation of the Late Stage Quasi-Saint Realm.

Li Daokong had already accepted hundreds of thousands of Disciples with varying Aptitudes, and even Han Yu had become his Disciple.

In a mere thousand years, Mount Buzhou had already become a major force in the Immortal Realm that could not be underestimated. It was just that this behemoth had not yet displayed its ambitions and posed no temporary threat to other factions.

The current Immortal Realm was becoming increasingly interesting. The Celestial Clan, Ming Clan, Yao Race, Santian Sect, Saint Sects, Human Race, Mount Buzhou, Divine Palace, Dragon Palace, Underworld, and so on—their forces were intricate and complex.

Han Jue was finally able to experience the feeling of being a Saint.

High above, everything was under his control.

It was like playing chess. When the chessboard annoyed you, you could just flip it over, but winning against your opponent using your own chess skills brought a sense of achievement far more satisfying than flipping the board.

Han Jue was playing chess right now. During the long years of cultivation, occasionally laying out schemes was quite interesting.

Right now, none of the Saints dared to target him, including his faction, which made his interest not very high.

Han Jue was not in a rush either. As the scale of the Hidden Sect's influence grew larger and larger, the Saints would react sooner or later.

Han Jue cast his gaze onto Han Yu.

Han Yu was Cultivating in a small corner of Mount Buzhou. His Karma with Li Daokong was very shallow, and the two of them probably hadn't met yet.

Given Li Daokong's temperament, he probably didn't have the time to go see every living being on the mountain.

Han Jue looked toward Han Tuo again.

Han Tuo had already proven himself in the Divine Palace, and even Lord Jingtian no longer made things difficult for him, simply because this kid's cultivation was about to catch up to Yi Tian.

Han Tuo's rise had also stimulated Yi Tian. Yi Tian no longer fought everywhere and had recently been busy in closed-door cultivation.

"Peace is truly wonderful."

Han Jue sighed with emotion.

He hoped that such years could last for billions of years; by then, he would surely be invincible in the Dao.

Once he was invincible, he wouldn't cause trouble either; he would roam everywhere and take in all the scenery of Chaos.

Han Jue looked at the mail for a while longer before happily continuing his cultivation.

…

Divine Palace, within a dim palace.

Lord Jingtian sat on the throne in a lazy posture. He wore a blood-patterned black robe and a hair crown, exuding extreme majesty.

A shadow suddenly appeared in the hall, swaying constantly like a candlelight.

"Cult Master, the Disciples within the Divine Palace are not easy to alienate."

The shadow said in a deep voice, its tone helpless.

Lord Jingtian frowned and asked, "Why? Aren't there quite a few Disciples who feel disheartened because their Aptitude is inferior to others?"

The shadow gave a bitter smile and said, "It's not a matter of Aptitude, but rather that the legend of the Dark Forbidden Lord is too distant. Many Disciples do not believe it."

Hearing this, Lord Jingtian's brows furrowed even tighter as he cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of ignorant worms!"

The shadow said, "Other members of the Darkness Cult have also sneaked into various sects, and the situation is mostly the same. There are simply too few legends about the Dark Forbidden Lord, making it hard to convince people."

Lord Jingtian couldn't help but sigh.

The shadow fell silent.

After a long while.

Lord Jingtian waved his sleeve and said, "Dismissed. I will consult the Dark Forbidden Lord. Very soon, the terror of the Dark Forbidden Lord will be displayed to all living beings."

"As you command."

The shadow dissipated on the spot.

Lord Jingtian looked up at the palace ceiling, which was a scene of a galaxy, resplendent and aesthetic.

"Dark Forbidden Lord, when will you give me a Dream Message… I am willing but lacking in strength."

Lord Jingtian was somewhat in despair.

Why did the Dark Forbidden Lord also disappear after the tribulation ended?

…

Mount Buzhou.

Han Tuo strolled through the mountains and fields, along the way seeing quite a few living beings Cultivating. Fighting and killing were prohibited within Mount Buzhou, so it was very quiet.

The living beings here didn't even dare to roar, fearing that they would disturb Li Daokong at the top of the mountain.

"Senior Li is truly amazing to have actually created such a divine mountain."

Han Tuo was filled with emotion. Along the way, the grandeur of Mount Buzhou deeply shocked him.

Even as a being of the God Realm, facing Mount Buzhou, one would feel their own insignificance.

The Innate Qi on the mountain was extremely dense, by no means something the Divine Palace Daoist Field could compare to.

A few days later, Han Tuo arrived in front of a cave.

The purpose of this trip was precisely to look for Han Yu, but after arriving at Mount Buzhou, he had immersed himself in it, delaying things by a few days.

Han Tuo had already captured the aura inside the Immortal Cave; it was indeed Han Yu.

"It is indeed my Bloodline."

Han Tuo muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

He hadn't expected that someone among his descendants would actually be so outstanding. He suddenly felt that he was not alone.

"Little friend inside, come out for a moment."

Han Tuo spoke, subconsciously placing his hands behind his waist and putting on the posture of a Senior.

Han Yu cautiously walked out from the Immortal Cave. When the sunlight spilled onto him, Han Tuo stared in a daze.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Father…"

Han Yu frowned and asked vigilantly, "Who is Your Excellency? Why…"

"Recognize me as your father!"

He didn't dare say the rest of the words, fearing he would offend this person.

He could sense that Han Tuo was stronger than him.

Han Tuo snapped back to his senses, his gaze turning gentle as he smiled, "My name is Han Tuo."

Han Tuo!

Han Yu widened his eyes; he had not forgotten this name.

Clang—

Han Yu directly drew his sword and charged toward Han Tuo.

Han Tuo frowned and flicked a finger, directly sending Han Yu flying and crashing into the cliff wall.

Gritting his teeth, Han Yu stood up and wanted to continue his attack, only to be suppressed by a powerful magical power.

Not only him, but even Han Tuo was unable to move.

Han Tuo turned his head to look toward the peak of the mountain and said, "Senior Li, apologies, we won't fight anymore. He is my descendant, and I came looking for him."

Li Daokong did not respond, but the magical power binding the two of them dissipated accordingly.

Han Yu gritted his teeth and said, "What are you here looking for me for?"

Han Tuo understood why Han Yu was so furious; after all, the Han Family had its clan exterminated.

"I am already a person in power within the Divine Palace now, and I can be considered to have some authority. Come with me, and you will suffer less hardship in the future," Han Tuo said, exercising his patience.

Han Yu snorted, "I won't!"

"Why?"

"Back then, I begged you, but you didn't respond. Today, I will no longer beg you."

"The Han Family was destroyed. Do you think you can blame me?"

"…"

Han Yu fell silent. This matter indeed could not be pinned on Han Tuo; it could only be said that the Han Family was too weak to protect itself.

He took a deep breath and said, "It truly isn't your fault, but I won't go with you, Han Tuo. Just wait, sooner or later, one day, I will surpass you, and I will wait for the day when you come begging me for help to arrive!"