Chapter 592: Celestial Master Zhang (2/2)

After obtaining Lu Yun’s nod, Xue Chujiu stuck to Lu Yun’s side like a shadow. Truth be told, he really had no idea where else to go.

Revenge?

Who would he take revenge on? The heavens?

Multiple witnesses had sworn affidavits that the black lightning responsible for destroying almost all of Witherdew Major was the legendary chaos tribulation that not even the ancient immortal emperor would have survived.

What Xue Chujiu wanted now was nothing more than to protect the clan’s descendents so they could one day reclaim their place as one of the greatest factions. As things stood, Lu Yun was the only one who could safeguard them.

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The East Sea was nigh boundless, so it wasn’t easy for ordinary immortals to go from one end to the other. However, Lu Yun’s Wandering Step could travel tens of thousands of kilometers in a single stride, so it took him no longer than three days to return to Nephrite Major.

The East Sea had been quite restless over the past three days. Many void realm cultivators had undergone their tribulations in that time, and the intense fighting the trials had inspired didn’t let up for a single second.

Some successfully survived their tribulation and took their place as void-ascended immortals. Others died, either obliterated by their tribulation or killed on the spot by a nefarious ambush.

Lu Yun refrained from interfering with any of it; his time was precious. There were only fifteen days left until the Panorama Pavilion’s auction commenced.

When he returned to Nephrite Major, he didn’t go to Dusk Province, but first made a beeline for the capital Xiankan.

Ashu and Xue Chujiu were still with him. Strangely enough, neither Xue Chujiu nor anyone else could see Ashu. It was as if his existence was invisible to ordinary immortals, just like that of immortal ghosts.

Of course, there were exceptions to every rule.

When Lu Yun reached the Nephrite palace to meet with the Art and Zither Saint, the Art Saint stared at Ashu in horror, every hair on his body standing on end.

“Holy Lord Ashu of the underworld! How are you possibly here?!” The Art Saint retreated several steps in quick succession.

“Twelve hundred years ago, you were the one who entered the underworld and spread information about the Panorama of Clarity.” Ashu nodded slightly at the Art Saint.

The latter fell silent. Lu Yun looked at the Art Saint, but kept his thoughts to himself. “Mmkay, I don’t have time to listen to you folks chat about the good ole days.”

Dong!

He took out the pitch-black water jar and released Ding Lei from it. “The Path of Ingress is with this turtle. Do as you see fit.”

Lu Yun wasn’t planning on keeping the Path of Ingress for himself. The thing came with immense karmic repercussions and was the remnant of a combat art from a formidable powerhouse.

“Easily done.” The Zither Saint smiled gently and took out an ancient zither.

As strains of a melodious zither tune floated in the air, Ding Lei’s head and limbs languidly stretched out of his shell like he’d been hypnotized, and he coughed out the sealed Path of Ingress together with another bead.

“In the world of immortals a hundred thousand years ago, you two were the celestial court’s Celestial Master Zhang,” Ashu suddenly interjected. “The Panorama of Clarity, the Portrait of Emptiness, the Profile of Harmony… and the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals they combine into. You were the ones who drew them.

“You killed the court’s Divine Celestial Master and used his essence to draw this peerless treasure of the divine race.”