Chapter 616: The Peak of Buzhou [Third Update, Requesting Monthly Votes]

Returning to the Hundred Peaks Immortal River, Han Jue sat upon the thirty-sixth grade samsara world-ending black lotus.

He discussed with Venerable Xuandu for an hour, and they ultimately decided to wait for the Reincarnation Space to develop for a while longer to force that Chaos Demon God to reveal himself.

Han Jue didn't even bother to calculate where that Chaos Demon God was.

Unlike Venerable Xuandu, Han Jue was only participating in this matter out of interest and wasn't set on a specific outcome, so his mood wasn't as urgent as Venerable Xuandu's.

The act of slaying the Dark Holy Monarch had drawn the hatred of twenty-six Great Powers toward Han Jue; for the next period of time, he had to keep a low profile.

Han Jue decided to keep a low profile for a few thousand years before cursing those fellows.

Han Jue pulled up his mail to see the recent changes in his circle of friends.

[Your friend Evil Heavenly Emperor has inherited the Legacy of your enemy Dark Holy Monarch; his Dao Cultivation has increased greatly.]

[Your friend Yang Du was attacked by a mysterious race] x392,092

[Your friend Qiu Xilai was struck by a mysterious curse.]

[Your friend Fu Xi Tian was attacked by a Mysterious Great Power; his body died and his Dao vanished.]

[Your friend Fu Xi Tian was resurrected by your enemy Empress Nuwa and has become a Free and Unfettered Saint.]

[Your Disciple Yang Tiandong was attacked by a Mysterious Great Power and was heavily injured.]

[Your Grand-disciple Fang Liang received an empowerment from your friend the Dao Ancestor; his Dao Cultivation has increased greatly.]

…Evil Heavenly Emperor… Seeing his situation, Han Jue sighed silently.

The Evil Heavenly Emperor was determined to walk this dark path to the end, not knowing that the Dark Holy Monarch's backer was the same as the Heavenly Dao Sages' backer.

After going in circles, the Evil Heavenly Emperor was still just a pawn, unable to break through the cage of those Great Powers.

Looking further down, Han Jue saw Fu Xi Tian's encounter and had a bad premonition.

With Fu Xi Tian's death, a hardline Saint would inevitably descend next, just like the previous Wu Fa Heavenly Venerate, stirring up internal strife within the Saint circle once more. When the next Heavenly Dao calamity arrived, the Saints' infighting would make it difficult for them to unite.

Han Jue had already seen through the plans of the Great Powers in the Guixu Divine Realm, but he couldn't speak of it.

His only advantage was that those Great Powers didn't know he already knew the truth.

Han Jue wanted to use this point to cause them to fall apart.

It was impossible for these Great Powers to be absolutely united!

After reading the mail, Han Jue continued to Cultivate.

He was waiting for the right moment to curse.

It had been a long time since he last cursed; he actually missed it.

The Dark Forbidden Master should re-emerge in the Jianghu!

…In the Underworld, by the Yellow Springs.

Yang Tiandong was meditating when Empress Houtu appeared above the Yellow Springs.

Sensing her aura, Yang Tiandong quickly opened his eyes and bowed to her.

Empress Houtu spoke, asking, "I have already investigated, yet I still do not know who attacked you. Strengthen the defenses of the Netherworld for the time being. Not long ago, the Saints left the Immortal Realm to deal with the Dark Holy Monarch. The Saint Fu Xi Tian has sacrificed himself; the crisis of the Heavenly Dao may only just be beginning. The Netherworld is the lowest level of the Heavenly Dao and might become a Breakthrough point for unknown enemies."

Yang Tiandong frowned and said, "Empress, my cultivation is very weak; I fear it will be difficult for me to protect the Netherworld…"

"No need to worry. I will have the Eighteen Yama Kings of Antiquity return. They are all Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and they are the greatest force the Netherworld has accumulated."

Eighteen Grand Unity Golden Immortals!

Yang Tiandong's eyelids twitched wildly. They were that powerful?

While he felt a sense of relief, he was also somewhat worried.

The return of the Eighteen Yama Kings of Antiquity would inevitably affect his status.

He wouldn't be cast aside after his usefulness was over, would he?

Empress Houtu continued, "I will be leaving the Immortal Realm for a period of time. Discuss everything with the Great Yama King; he has wide connections and can handle any situation."

"Understood."

Empress Houtu vanished, and Yang Tiandong stood up and left.

On the way back, Yang Tiandong felt anxious, sensing that something big was about to happen.

On the other side.

The Immortal Realm was still functioning on its own. The battle of the Saints had not spread. Those living beings rescued by the Saints were still confined in the Saints' Dao Fields because they possessed dark energy, which had to be completely purged before the Saints could rest easy.

In the recent tens of thousands of years, the most prestigious Great Power in the Immortal Realm was the Great Dispersed Heaven.

Holding the top spot on the heavenly dao fortune ranking and controlling the first Mortal Realm, the Dispersed Heaven Sect he created was spread throughout the Immortal Realm, its power growing day by day.

Since Mount Buzhou became a forbidden zone, Li Daokong's reputation had also plummeted. Someone was secretly spreading his past as the First Disciple of the Human Sect. For a time, labels like bloodthirsty and traitor were pinned on Li Daokong. Li Daokong did not defend himself and went about his own way.

While Li Daokong's development was poor, the Holy Mother Sect supported by the Hidden Gate was developing very smoothly, absorbing countless female Disciples. Coupled with Huang Zuntian's frequent care, the alliance between the two sects was of great help to both.

The Heavenly Race also sent immortals and gods to visit the Holy Mother Sect from time to time; the Holy Mother Sect had already become a major power.

After tens of thousands of years, the beings of the heavens had forgotten the Hidden Gate, but the Hidden Gate's strength on the surface was already quite terrifying.

On this day.

Mount Buzhou welcomed a Human Race Cultivator. He wore a green robe, had a dignified bearing, and a face that wasn't too outstanding. Possessing a Taiyi Earth Immortal cultivation, he wasn't particularly powerful either.

After entering the mountain, he hurried toward the summit.

When he reached the mountainside, a bolt of heavenly lightning suddenly descended, nearly striking him dead.

"Go back."

Li Daokong's voice rang out, incomparably indifferent.

The green-robed man gritted his teeth and said, "I am a Human Race Cultivator, Meng Xiao. I did not mean to disturb you, Senior. I wish to climb the highest peak of the Immortal Realm to report the injustice of the immortals and gods!"

His eyes were resolute, without a trace of fear.

"Then go to the Thirteenth Heaven. Do not disturb the peace of Buzhou."

Li Daokong's voice rang out again, already carrying a hint of impatience.

Meng Xiao knelt on one knee and cupped his fists, saying, "The Human Race is not allowed to go to the Thirteenth Heaven. I cannot see the Heavenly Ancestor, so I can only come to Mount Buzhou. Legend says that standing at the peak of Mount Buzhou, one can call out to the Thirty-Third Heaven. This is my only path!"

"I hope Senior will allow it, otherwise I can only die at Senior's hands. I have no more attachments in this life!"

Boom!

A bolt of heavenly lightning fell, instantly charring Meng Xiao black and sending him rolling down the slope.

But he quickly steadied himself, stood up trembling all over, and continued to climb up shakily.

Deep red blood began to seep from his charred skin; Meng Xiao looked like a vengeful ghost, but his eyes remained bright and resolute.

"Please… Senior… allow it…"

As Meng Xiao climbed the mountain, he spoke with a trembling voice, a voice so weak it couldn't even match the sound of the wind.

Mount Buzhou fell into silence.

Li Daokong tacitly allowed his actions and no longer blocked him.

Months later, the heavily injured Meng Xiao finally reached the peak of Mount Buzhou with great difficulty.

The mountain peak pierced through the sea of clouds. Meng Xiao knelt on the summit, panting heavily. Sunlight spilled over him. His external injuries had already recovered; he used a Spell to cleanse his body and changed into a clean set of robes, but his condition was very poor, his face pale, and his body swaying.

Meng Xiao looked up and slowly raised his right hand.

He had never felt the sky so close to him.

He gritted his teeth and looked up, shouting, "I, Meng Xiao of the Human Race, accuse the Heavenly God General of the Heavenly Race of slaughtering a million sons of my Family and dishonoring the women of my race. The immortals and gods are unjust! I ask the Heavenly Ancestor to uphold justice for me!"