bookcurios Chapter 824
Chapter 824
The bright moon hung high, and the stars shone brightly, their light falling softly like a silver veil over the Nine Heavens Mysterious Purity Palace Sword Stele Valley in Qingtian City.
Compared to the massive Dao Sword Stele that exudes a vast and ancient aura, the two tiny figures in the valley are particularly eye-catching.
A fat man in a Taoist robe was Wang Kaixuan. He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his expression serene and peaceful. In deep meditation, strange sounds, like the roars of dragons and tigers, could be faintly heard from his body, as if a powerful force was being nurtured and awakened within him.
Meanwhile, Chen Xuan, a handsome young man with white hair and a black robe, was surrounded by a strange water and fire lotus. The lotus slowly rotated, and the two completely different powers of the Great Dao contained within it intertwined and clashed. The powerful fluctuations of that power were enough to instill fear in people even if they only looked at it from afar.
Sword Stele Valley has always been a popular place for new disciples to come and gain enlightenment, so Chen Xuan and Wang Kaixuan's enlightenment here was particularly peaceful, without any external disturbance.
At this moment, Chen Xuan was completely immersed in the experience, like a long-parched sponge, freely absorbing the magical insights from the Great Dao Sword Mark Stone Tablet. Every insight was like a trickle of water, constantly gathering and enriching his inner world.
wow——
Thousands of meters above this tranquil and peaceful valley, space suddenly twisted without warning, and then the once incredibly stable space tore open like a fragile piece of paper.
Then, a plump old man dressed in an earth-yellow robe, with a somewhat overweight figure, walked slowly out of the spatial rift as if taking a leisurely stroll.
"Last time, my junior brother and I went to the Forbidden Mountains to compete for the Dragon Transformation Elixir. We were besieged by many loose immortals and almost lost our lives. After three hundred years of seclusion to recuperate, my strength has finally recovered to about 70-80%."
The plump old man sighed softly, and a black bottle appeared out of thin air in his hand. He muttered to himself, "The Three Calamities and Nine Tribulations, each life-or-death test is a tribulation. My junior brother and I barely survived this one."
As the portly old man sighed, he seemed to keenly sense the unusual activity below. He slowly looked down, and when he saw the two unfamiliar faces in the Sword Stele Valley immersed in comprehending the Sword Stele, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his right hand, gently made a calculation with his fingers, and after a moment, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Judging by the time, it's almost time for the triennial disciple-acceptance ceremony. Not bad, this year my Xuanqing Palace has actually received two promising youngsters." The fat old man withdrew his right hand, his smile widening. Then, with a thought, he released his divine sense, silently covering the entire Sword Stele Valley.
"Let's see if the standards for accepting disciples in my Xuanqing Palace have been lowered or raised during these hundreds of years of seclusion." The fat old man slowly closed his eyes, and under his powerful divine sense, everything was clearly visible. Moreover, this was the powerful divine sense of a bottom-tier Loose Immortal. Even though Chen Xuan also possessed considerable divine sense, he was completely unaware that they were being secretly watched.
"Well, not bad. This little fatso has quite the ambition. He actually managed to simultaneously perceive the palm print I left on the sword monument and the fist print of Senior Brother Wufeng. Not bad at all." The fat old man swept his divine sense lightly and sensed the unique artistic conception emanating from Wang Kaixuan in many details. He couldn't help but nod in satisfaction and praise him.
"Let me take a look at another one."
With a change of thought, the fat old man's divine sense, like a nimble fish, instantly enveloped Chen Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed on the other side.
The moment the divine sense touched the water-fire lotus blooming around Chen Xuan, despite Chen Xuan's best efforts to suppress the aura of the Great Dao emanating from the lotus, such suppression was utterly insignificant in front of this sect patriarch. At the level of the fat old man, one only needed to capture a trace of aura to accurately deduce what kind of Great Dao it was composed of.