Chapter 395: Divine Wind Palace and Yu Taixu (1/2)
Chapter 395: Divine Wind Palace and Yu Taixu
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Penglai Region,
Taihua Holy Mountain.
The main peak of this tremendous mountain range sitting in the far east of the Penglai Region was so high up that it almost connected the sky with the earth. A vast palace stood there, partly hidden and partly visible at times, amidst the mist and clouds, stretching for more than 3,000 miles. It seemed to cover the sun in the sky, with its winding corridors meandering like ribbons and high eaves pointing skywards like the bills of birds; each of the structures possessed its own vantage ground, but they were all ingeniously interconnected, one built against another. It was truly a magnificent view. Among all the buildings, the main hall placed on the summit was about 1,000 feet high, seemingly suspended on the mountaintop and sending forth a boundless Qi Power. Hanging on the front door of the main hall was a glittering golden signboard, on which were inscribed these golden characters -Divine Wind Palace. Everything there was so majestic and solemn, wearing an air of overbearing dignity.
This was the strongest sect in the world, a sect passing down for 100,000 years—the Divine Wind Palace!
”Bastard, this bastard! How bold, how bold he is!”
The furious curses rang out repeatedly and reverberated through the entire hall. There was a quiet room in the side wing, whose length, width and height were all similarly about 90 feet. In this quiet room sat a man dressed in a golden robe, who was wearing a high hat and a wide belt. This man was about 40-years-old, wearing the Violet Gold Cap and the Cloud-flying Boots as well as a set of gold elegant garments, giving him an air of royal magnificence.
No. It should be said that the Qi Power revealed by this old man far surpassed that of an emperor. His majesty and honor were several times greater than that of an emperor's. Even when Yan Yuntian of the Jin came in front of him, the only thing Yan Yuntian could do was to prostrate himself in respect and did not even have the nerve to overstep his authority.
A man like this must have an open mind as wide as the sea and an in depth aptitude as profound as a bottomless abyss. Every moment of his was wrought with extraordinary meanings, and his emotions were kept tightly in check and could not be displayed blatantly.
But right now, indignation was written all over his face; his bad mood was vented through his mouth; the jade table in front of him had already been smashed into smithereens. Even the servants standing next to him, whose cultivation had all reached the Realm of True Immortality, were thoroughly devastated by this man's show of rage!
”Motherf*cker, truly a motherf*cker!” He barked in fury. It could be due to his genteel education, or because he was unwilling to reduce himself to the lowest level, but this middle-aged man who was in the throes of such fury limited himself to using choice swear words only like ”motherf*cker” and ”bastard”. He barked out those words over and over again. If it had been Zhou Bao, a country bumpkin who had little or no patience at all, his style of cursing would have been to condemn his entire family line to hell and back.
”My Lord, please calm down, control your anger!” He finally fell silent, probably due to running out of steam and his servant heaved a sigh of relief and cautioned him to control his anger”
”Control my anger?” This man's eyes razed over the four servants with the cultivation of True Immortality. His expression changed and he abruptly swished the sleeve of his golden robe.
Swish!
Suffused with endless killing intent, a jet of fierce golden light flashed. Without any doubt, the four Genuine Immortals were blown to smithereens by this sleeve swing. Both their bodies and spirits were no longer in existence.
After taking several deep breaths, he calmed down. And his furious expression was gradually replaced by a composed one. He now appeared calm and placid. His eyes appeared to be fathomlessly deep pools. Once again, his appearance and Qi Power became inscrutable.
”Yu Huntian, come in!”
With another sleeve swing, the middle-aged man removed the last vestiges of the four Genuine Immortals and returned to the big golden chair.
Then there came the sound of footsteps. A muscular figure appeared at the door of the quiet room. He was a sturdy man with a calm and steady look, and he carried himself well with an impressive stature.
”I, Yu Huntian, pay tribute to the lord. Please let me know what your commands are!” After entering the quiet room, Yu Huntian prostrated himself before that man.
”Ma Wulong is dead, and you need to find me another necromancer!”
”Yes!” A flash of astonishment flickered across Yu Huntian's face, which was bowed to show his subservience. However, he remained expressionless. He gave his response and withdrew from the quiet room.
Before the door of the quiet room could close, suddenly six beams of light came swirling downwards and landed right in front of the door, which then turned into six figures.
”Is our lord here?”
These six men did not have any special Qi Power, but there was a mysterious energy psywave swirling around them. This energy psywave was faintly discernible, which gave the six men an ethereal air as well. Standing beside them, even Yu Huntian was staring at them as if they were certain intangible illusions.
Suddenly aware that a question was asked, Yu Huntian answered hastily, ”Yes, he is in the hall!”
”OK!” The man who had asked the question nodded slightly and pushed open the door of the silence room without knocking.