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Ascension of The Unholy Immortal-Chapter 376: Hidden agenda (2)
It was no coincidence that Lin Xuan had been informed about the Heaven-Defying Beast Eye appearing at the auction—it was Yue Xin herself who provided the information. Her ability to connect with him stemmed from one of the privileges of being a regressor: she knew exactly where he would be at any given time. At the moment in question, Lin Xuan had been lingering near a desolate region at the edge of the Abyssal Rift, searching for traces of the Heaven-Defying Beast.
Taking advantage of this knowledge, Yue Xin approached him under the guise of an ordinary traveler seeking self-improvement. Feigning ignorance, she asked what he was looking for, to which Lin Xuan, unconcerned and dismissive, replied that he was tracking something known as the Heaven-Defying Beast. With that opening, Yue Xin cleverly supplied him with the details regarding the beast’s eye at the auction.
Her motives were twofold: first, by providing this information, she aimed to cut off Mi Ling’s path, preventing her from acquiring the Heaven-Defying Beast Eye and potentially setting up enmity between Mi Ling and Lin Xuan. Second, she sought to curry favor with Lin Xuan, leveraging his assistance in saving the few remaining members of the Heaven’s End Pavilion.
But why go through such lengths to save them? Yue Xin’s reasoning was simple yet calculated—she wanted someone among the survivors to owe her a debt, a favor she could call upon in the future. By orchestrating their escape and ensuring their survival, she planted seeds of gratitude and obligation within the group, subtly weaving her influence into their fates. Every action she took served a purpose, each move part of a larger strategy only she fully understood.
Perched atop a spirit plateau where the heavens kiss the earth, the Starry Sky Alliance new headquarters. The fortress was carved from Immortal midnight jade, its surfaces veined with shimmering starlight that pulsed like liquid silver. Towers spiraled upward, their peaks crowned with dragon-scale shinglesthat glimmered under the eternal twilight, each scale etched with constellations known only to alliance core members. Bridges of solidified moonlight arched between spires, delicate as spider silk yet unyielding as diamond, connecting pavilions where several daoists murmured incantations to the void.
Beneath the fortress, a sea of clouds churned endlessly, their depths alive with phantom shapes—dragon silhouettes, dancing cranes, and the occasional flicker of a fox’s nine tails. Waterfalls defied reason here, cascading upward into the sky before dissolving into mist that rained stardust onto the alliance’s sacred gardens.
The Silent Oracle Pavilion, where Mi Ling performed her fateful divination, stood apart from the main complex.
Its walls were translucent jade, etched with living runes that slithered like serpents, their golden light casting shifting prophecies onto the floor. The air here was thick with the scent of dragon’s blood incense.
Mi Ling knelt on a floor. Her silk robes—dyed midnight blue—were stained with sweat, and her black hair clung to her face like wet ink.
Behind her lay the seven colored peacock, its once-brilliant feathers now as dull as old paint. Three of its rainbow-colored tails were gone, leaving jagged scars that glowed faintly, like dying embers.
For days, Mi Ling had tried to uncover who was schamming against her at the auction, where she’d lost the priceless Heaven-Defying Beast Eye to an unexpected rival. Now, the truth had cost her dearly.
The divination had revealed the unthinkable: Yue Xin, the quiet woman , was no ordinary cultivator. She was a regressor—someone who’d lived before, died, and returned to rewrite fate. Yue Xin had made a move on her at the auction, using secrets from another life to prevent her from acquiring the Beast Eye.
"Why target me?" Mi Ling snorted coldly. Had Yue Xin seen a future where Mi Ling opposed her? Or was this revenge for a past life Mi Ling couldn’t remember?
It didn’t matter.
She stood, her tired eyes now sharp as daggers, "You want to play with time, Yue Xin? Fine. I’ll bury you in it."
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In the infinite domains where eons passed like grains slipping through an hourglass, time was but a mortal’s fleeting delusion. Twenty years? A blink for those who tread the path. Yet now, the heavens themselves seemed to hold their breath.
Fifty years had bled away since the Heaven End Pavilion was reduced to ash in a cataclysm that scarred the stars. Since that day, an unnatural stillness had gripped the domain, as if the winds of fate coiled taut in anticipation.
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From the mist-shrouded Yin Region, where ghostly sects meditated in valleys of eternal twilight, to the sun-scorched Yang Region with its blazing citadels and molten rivers— Every major faction had summoned their disciples, elders, and hidden experts.
A silent storm brewed, one that would drown the heavens in chaos or rebirth.
The Heavenly Will Palace, untouched for millions of years, was stirring. Its gates, forged from the first breath of creation, would soon creak open…
Devil Realm,Heavenly Devil Continent , Devil Court.
Two figures sat at a precious jade table, its surface etched with runes that pulsed faintly, like a dying heartbeat.
Mo Ji, Devil Realm’s current sovereign, leaned back in his chair his fingers drummed a rhythm that made the ambient Qi shudder. Across from him, Sun Wu—cracked a walnut between his thumb and forefinger, its shell exploding like a watermelon.
"Brother Mo " Sun Wu’s voice dripped with camaraderie, "what’s your say?"
Mo Ji’s gaze lingered on the fractured walnut meat. A metaphor, perhaps. "You…have a point."
"Of course I do!" Sun Wu slammed his palm onto the jade table, its surface etched with wards that dimmed under his fury.
"Who better to ally with than neighbors bound by blood and betrayal? Those Starry Sky Allianc rats?" He spat, the glob sizzling through the floor. "Their ’honor’ is a knife sheathed in silk. Collaborate with them, and we’ll wake with our cores hollowed out!"
Mo Ji’s eyelid twitched, he traced a finger along the table’s new crack. "This jade was hewn from the heart of a Flaming Azure Mountain… before the Greet Catastrophe."
Sun Wu blinked, then barked a laugh. "I thought it’s just an ordinary jade table!"
Mo Ji’s gaze narrowed. "That table was priceless."
"Charge me," Sun Wu scoffed. "But answer—why trust them?"
A cold smile curled Mo Ji’s lips. "The Alliance holds the Key. Without it, even you cannot pierce the Heavenly Will Palace’s gates." He paused and looked at him with interest "Or do you plan to batter down the gates with your hand?"
Sun Wu’s hand twitched, "Then use them. And after?"
Mo Ji rose, his shadow swallowing the room. "After," he murmured, "the stars themselves will fall."