Chapter 978: The White Emperor Arrives, Boasting G

Millions of miles away.

An island.

The sky is painted with radiant light, and divine beasts soar through the air.

On the island.

A towering mountain pierces the clouds, surrounded by auspicious clouds like clusters of flowers. Cranes and phoenixes disappear into the mist, making it seem like a dreamlike paradise.

At the summit of the sacred mountain.

There lies another realm.

Pavilions and palaces stand amidst endless immortal mist, with rare spiritual plants flourishing in the vast sea of clouds.

The boundless land.

Seems to form its own world.

Everywhere is imbued with supreme vitality, nurtured by profound and mysterious energies.

This.

Is the domain of the White Emperor.

To sit here is to ascend to immortality, and even the chickens and dogs rise to the heavens.

The emergence of a sage.

Is even more awe-inspiring.

Since this new sage awakened.

This place has become a world of its own, filled with terrifying auras everywhere. If an ordinary person were to come here and be fortunate enough to gain even a sliver of fortune, it would benefit them for a lifetime, and their descendants for generations would struggle to fully comprehend it.

Even more terrifying.

Among the divine beasts and rare plants that are everywhere, many of the palaces are protected by supreme formations. Under the influence of the sage's aura, these formations are tens of thousands of times more dangerous.

Even a master formation expert would face certain death if they dared to trespass.

To reach the realm of a sage.

Means to stand at the pinnacle, overlooking the entire Cloud Star. Even those at the peak of the Dao-Realization realm are but ants, and with a single thought, they could be reduced to dust.

At the far end of the countless palaces and clouds.

A serene courtyard stands out, yet it exudes an aura several times more powerful.

Just the faintest wisp of its presence.

Inspires boundless reverence, something unimaginable to ordinary people.

The sound of a zither drifts through the air.

Profound truths are woven into the melody, and to hear even a single note would be a lifetime's fortune.

Unfortunately.

There is no one else around.

Except for the countless spiritual plants and divine flowers, glowing with vitality, seemingly nourished by the zither's music, radiating the vibrant energy of spring.

Only one woman.

Her chin resting on her hand.

Sits on a stone bench within the light gauze, her eyes seemingly drowsy.

If others were present.

Seeing someone dare to be so lax in the presence of a sage's music, they would surely scold her.

But if they had ever met this woman.

All their anger and envy.

Would have to be suppressed.

And they might even feel it was only natural!

Because.

This seemingly young woman also radiates the aura of a sage!

Judging by her appearance.

She is still young, her silky hair tied into a ponytail, dressed in a sharp outfit that exudes a heroic spirit, her features flawless.

Aside from the unsheathed longsword on her back, which commands respect.

At first glance.

She seems more like a young girl who knows a bit about swordsmanship.

But in reality.

She is one of the top experts of the Tianxia Assembly.

One of the few who holds the power to make definitive judgments.

She is Su Jie.

Legend has it.

This sage's talent is monstrous. She began practicing swordsmanship at three, became famous at five, entered the Dao at nine, and later, through unparalleled comprehension of the sword, ascended to the sage realm, putting countless men to shame.

For thousands of years, she has never met her match!

The world reveres her as the Undefeated Sword Saint.

If an uninformed person were fortunate enough to meet her.

They would never guess.

That the famous Undefeated Sword Saint is such a youthful and beautiful girl.

Growing somewhat drowsy.

Su Jie no longer has much interest in focusing on the zither's music.

She quietly glances at her friend.

Beside her.

The White Emperor sits upright, her clear eyes as gentle as ever.

Her jade-like hands lightly touch the zither strings, her slender fingers whiter than any immortal jade, her beauty surpassing any celestial scenery.

The aura flowing from her fingertips is so powerful that even Su Jie dare not underestimate it.

Whether in appearance or demeanor.

Or in her strength that surpasses ordinary sages.

This friend is the most extraordinary beauty Su Jie has ever seen.

Logically.

This flawless, heaven-sent girl should be utterly composed.

But for some reason.

As the zither's melody rises, a complex light appears in the White Emperor's eyes.

Like worry.

Or perhaps distraction.

Su Jie is increasingly puzzled.

She knows.

That the three thousand great Daos are all different.

But they should ultimately converge.

Yet the White Emperor's Dao of Emotion is so complex that even after much contemplation, Su Jie has gained no insight.

What kind of profound Dao is this?

What is emotion?

Even with her unparalleled sword Dao, Su Jie struggles to understand what she sees and cannot fathom her friend's thoughts.

For a moment.

It feels like she has encountered an immense dilemma.

Just then.

A figure steps steadily into the courtyard and bows.

"Reporting to the White Emperor."

"According to news from the Nine Realms Alliance, there seems to be news of Yi Feng's whereabouts."

As soon as the words are spoken.

The zither's music stops abruptly!

The White Emperor, whose eyes were cold just a moment ago, suddenly freezes.

Her jade-like fingers tremble slightly!

Then.

It's as if she has transformed, her eyes filled with even more tenderness, even a hint of brilliance!

With some restraint.

She regains her composure and asks calmly.

"Where is he?"

The messenger replies respectfully.

"Reporting to the White Emperor."

"According to the jade slip, Yi Feng is currently in a small city called Wu City within the Nine Realms Alliance."

Hearing this.

The White Emperor quietly dismisses the messenger.

Visibly, her clear eyes shine even brighter.

She rises quietly.

Giving off a sense of restrained urgency.

Su Jie watches all this with growing curiosity.

"Wait."

"I'm coming with you!"

The White Emperor is startled, turning back in surprise.

"Sister, you...?"

Su Jie stands up briskly, her confusion deepening.

"I want to figure out what your Dao is all about!"

"And also."

"Who is this Yi Feng? Why do you, as a sage, still hold such a deep attachment to him? I want to see what kind of extraordinary person he is."

Deep attachment?

The White Emperor is momentarily flustered, a flicker of panic in her eyes.

But since her friend has spoken.

And knowing her temperament.

After a brief pause, she can only smile and agree.

"Well... alright."

With a soft voice.

She waves her gauzy sleeve, and a rift opens in the void before them!

The figures of the two women vanish in an instant.

...

Wu City.

Outside a small courtyard.

Two large "zongzi" dangle in the air, swaying back and forth, while a pack of wild dogs barks furiously below.

Though the world of cultivation is full of wonders.

This scene.

Is quite rare...

More and more passersby point and whisper, their murmurs growing louder.

"What kind of new bondage is this?"

"Eh? Isn't that the Sect Master of the Moonview Sect..."

"Impossible! Sect Master Xu is a great figure, how could he be hung up like this!"

"They must be thieves, you must be mistaken!"

"No, I've seen Young Master Xu before, that's definitely him!"

"My heavens! Has the Moonview Sect fallen so low as to resort to theft and get caught?"

"Goodness..."

The whispers grow louder.

Even people in the distance start pointing!

Xu Xianzhi, a hero in his own right, feels his face burning with shame!

Filled with humiliation and anger!

In the past.

If these ants dared to gossip, he would have swatted them dead with a single slap!

But now.

He is trapped in a dire situation!

He has no time to deal with idle chatter, his mind consumed by despair!

To encounter such a ruthless person...

Is the worst luck in eight lifetimes!

Unless the White Emperor descends.

There is no hope of survival.

But such hope is non-existent!

Filled with grief and despair, Xu Xianzhi grows angrier the more he looks at his son!

He can only close his eyes and turn away, pretending not to know him!

Xu Xianzhi, overwhelmed by shame and frustration, can't help but shed two streams of tears!

But suddenly.

The entire world seems to fall silent!

The once noisy street.

Becomes so quiet you could hear a pin drop!

In the air.

A terrifying aura begins to spread!

Xu Xianzhi quietly looks up, seeing his son equally bewildered.

Both look up in astonishment.

The sky above suddenly changes, a clear day torn open by a rift, as if the heavens themselves are being split apart!

Two jade-like figures step out one after the other.

A terrifying aura fills the air, making one's soul tremble at a glance!

Sages!

Could it be...

Could it be the White Emperor...?

She actually came in person?!

Holy crap!

The boasting has gone too far!!