Chapter 800: Chapter 558: Daqian National Master (Part 2)

Other officials followed closely and gradually left the place.

After these people had left, Yun Tiansheng, who was standing guard, slightly relaxed his previously tensed muscles, his gaze gradually becoming somber.

Then, he silently reopened the hall door, entered, closed it, and then passed through the main hall to reach the inner chamber at the back.

In one of the rooms, dazzling golden light was slowly subsiding.

Yun Tiansheng stood outside the door and clasped his fists, “Mr. Gongyang!”

As soon as he spoke, a breath or two later, a layer of prohibitive light on the room door quickly dissipated.

Yun Tiansheng pushed open the door and entered, seeing an elder with a goatee sitting cross-legged in a quiet, sandalwood-filled room. In front of him floated a book emitting a halo, with golden characters swirling like a vortex, swiftly diving into the pages, carrying a powerful and mysterious aura.

Just like the aura that had flown out of the hall earlier.

After about seven or eight breaths, all the golden characters disappeared into the book, and the scroll transformed into a stream of light, entering the old man’s Dantian.

Gongsun Yang opened his eyes, his gaze flashing, slowly exhaling,

“Although I can borrow three parts of the General’s energy, it’s still only three parts.”

“As time drags on, the exterior court officials will surely notice something amiss.”

“That is secondary, but I fear this news may leak, potentially triggering a chain reaction.”

Gongsun Yang’s voice was resonant, tinged with worry.

Yun Tiansheng, who had just entered, paused, his voice deep, “Sir, you still cannot contact the General?”

Gongsun Yang rose slowly from the mat and shook his head, contemplating with a frown, “I’ve been trying to use the Incense Fire Avatar to contact the General for several days but have received no response.”

“Logically, the General’s expedition to conquer the Ten Thousand Mountains, no matter how far, should still sense the incense across the Nihility Color Realm.”

“Such a situation has not occurred before.”

“I can only think of two possibilities currently.”

At this, the worry in Gongsun Yang’s eyes deepened, “First, the General’s Primordial Spirit may be in a coma or severely injured, unable to respond to the avatar.”

“Second,”

“The General is trapped in a space where incense cannot reach.”

“Whether it’s fortune or misfortune is unpredictable.”

Hearing this, Yun Tiansheng stepped forward two steps, his brow furrowing, “Sir’s techniques, is there no other way?”

Gongsun Yang’s gaze lifted, “Of course there is!”

But soon his eyes dimmed, “But my cultivation is still shallow, and I cannot deploy the method. If I were to break through the Martial Vault, I might barely be able to attempt something.”

“I will do my best, but the formation mustn’t be chaotic. We have followed the General through so many challenges and understand his capabilities. As long as my avatar remains unharmed, everything should proceed as usual.”

Yun Tiansheng nodded silently, “Wait for news from Liu Qing and Lu Ming. The two transmission channels the General left in the Ten Thousand Mountains are interrupted. We can only use clumsy methods; they were transmitted to the front lines, letting subordinates’ Contracted Demons explore for news in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Fortunately, the General still has a Heavenly Dog left at the Ninth Mountain.”

“There’s no other way then!”

Meanwhile, as Gongsun Yang and Yun Tiansheng were searching for the whereabouts of Chen Yuan, the imperial officials who had descended the mountain whispered among themselves,

“Do you think Lord Chen is indeed seriously injured?”

“Possibly, after all, he fought two Great Demons to the death and finally killed them.”

“I find it strange. Such a major matter, yet he’s uninvolved, unlike his usual style. Could it be that he seeks tranquility amidst too many powerful figures?”

“Who knows? We are under His Majesty’s orders; there’s nothing we can do at the moment.”

“….”

They whispered in clusters.

After leaving the gates of the Ninth Mountain Camp, they saw an eunuch from the Ritual Supervision standing outside with several Sky Traveling Armor Soldiers behind him.

This eunuch, seeing everyone emerge, immediately greeted them, a smile on his face, addressing the group of officials,

“Lord Fang, Lord Xie, esteemed officials.”

“Eunuch Cao!”

“Is there some good news?” Fang La, initially looking displeased, inquired politely, raising an eyebrow upon seeing this Eunuch Cao.

After all, this Ritual Supervision eunuch was personally dispatched by His Majesty, arriving with the new Demon Suppression Envoy to supervise. Soon after the Ancestor Mountain incident occurred, the Demon Suppression Envoy disappeared after entering the Ancestor Mountain. After this eunuch quickly sent two urgent memos, they were sent by His Majesty.

“Gentlemen, haven’t you managed to summon Chen Xuntian?” Eunuch Cao raised an eyebrow, inquiring softly.

“This person doesn’t even show his face now, claiming to still be healing, not considering the current situation.” Fang La paused, expressing dissatisfaction.

“Is that so?” Eunuch Cao paused, then smiled, “But Lord Fang need not worry. His Majesty is already aware of these matters and has plans.”

This statement aroused interest among the surrounding officials, who stepped forward, awaiting further explanation.

“Oh?” Fang La’s spirits lifted, “What does Eunuch Cao mean by this?”

Eunuch Cao raised an eyelid, leaned forward, slightly tilting his head towards Fang La’s cheek, speaking seriously, “I reported recent events urgently to the court. His Majesty marked in red, stating that Lord State Preceptor has already come with the army to Shu. Major matters may bypass Chen Xuntian and be reported directly to the Old State Preceptor.”

Upon hearing this name, the Imperial Censor was startled, exchanging a look with the eunuch, locking eyes, “He left the palace?”

Understanding the weight upon hearing the title of the current State Preceptor, one could realize the significance. He’s an ancient transcendent, serving three dynasties, with a heritage that intimidates, always stationed in the deep palace, overseeing the Dragon Court.

He himself has come.

Eunuch Cao nodded.

Thus, the Imperial Censor hastily said:

“Since this old master has arrived, shouldn’t we hurry to visit?”

“Where?”

Eunuch Cao immediately responded, “This Lord State Preceptor is elusive. His Majesty’s red annotation mentioned that meeting him requires a special transmission method.”

“Hurry, return to camp, send a message!”

Soon after, at the Southwest Three Heavenly Army Camps, a stream of light shot out with great speed.

In the camp, a group awaited the arrival of the Lord State Preceptor!

But what they did not know was that this stream of light flew towards the southwest, circling near the Ancestor Mountain, seemingly unable to find the target, and finally plunged into the tattered void fissures outside Ancestor Mountain, bursting into light points.

Elsewhere, in the Burial Land, within the verdant oasis of the White-clothed Monarch, above the lake, a massive black skeletal claw swung upwards. Its jagged fingers, sharp and fifty zhang long, slashed through the void.

“Tear,”

Like the sound of ripping silk, a black fissure suddenly appeared in the sky.

And as this black fissure opened, horse neighs, human voices, and sharp whistles emanated from within.

Subsequently, six brilliant streams of light burst through the fissure, with exclamations inside.

Following closely, with a clatter, a torrent of armored iron emerged accompanied by the neighing of horses, golden light dazzling, a grand display of golden armor.

Sword-drawing sounds arose, mingling with alertness, as numerous eyes gazed at the gigantic skeletal claw in the sky with a shiver from the soul, alongside their efforts to lift long swords.

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly arose, and a figure stood beneath the black skeletal claw.

Chen Yuan stood upright with his spear, his eyes blazing, staring at the Undying King with lips that seemed to crack open, as the spear in his hand emitted the sound of a dragon’s roar.

This Undying King had suddenly attacked, tearing into his Teapot Heaven Space, catching everyone off guard.

Meanwhile, the White-clothed Monarch, with his dark eyes sweeping over these golden armors, suddenly began to laugh.

“I didn’t expect you to bring company. Even I was fooled.”

“They are Chen’s brothers-in-arms who fought under my command, is that not normal?” Chen Yuan slanted his eyes.

“Normal it may be, but having a Martial Saint among them is not normal!”

The White-clothed Monarch’s gaze locked onto one person in the middle of the golden armored flow.

Chen Yuan’s gaze focused, pinpointing with golden eyes, following the direction of that gaze.

It was a golden armored soldier.

Nearby, the troops stirred.

“Jiang Wen?”