Chapter 287: Named Qiu Long!
The Jing River Immortal Realm.
Atop a towering mountain range.
Dragon Roar Mountain stood silently amidst the sea of clouds, like a silent giant.
The wreathing mist was like a mysterious veil, concealing its true appearance.
Dragon Roar Mountain was originally the sacred ground of the Jing River Dragon Clan in this realm.
It stood at the very center of the Jing River Immortal Realm, and was also known as the Dragon's Rest Blessed Land, hence the name.
Atop this mysterious Dragon Roar Mountain, the sea of clouds churned.
At this moment, Dragon Roar Mountain lacked its former dragon clan aura.
The surroundings were so silent they were somewhat eerie. Only the clouds and mist lingered among the mountains, as if waiting for something.
Above Dragon Roar Mountain.
A brand-new and magnificent immortal palace streaked across the sky like a meteor, suspended in midair.
It radiated endless brilliance.
Its towering silhouette reflected upon the surrounding clouds and mist.
As if proclaiming the new master of this sky.
The immortal palace's outline was resplendent as the stars.
Golden radiance was warm as the morning light.
In its flickering, it dyed the surrounding mountain ranges with a layer of mysterious color.
From the palace's vast and lofty halls, one could faintly see Great Immortals in gorgeous immortal robes moving to and fro.
Each Immortal had a different aura. Some chatted and laughed, some conversed in low voices.
As if discussing some major affair.
Whenever they took a step, the surrounding air seemed to vibrate for them.
Carrying a trace of mysterious power, it seemed to convey an invisible majesty.
The faces of those Great Immortals were blurred yet noble.
Their bearing revealed an otherworldly transcendence, like heavenly deities descended to the mortal world.
Within this radiant immortal palace, the golden and jade-like halls were decorated like a dream.
The walls were carved with intricate Immortal Runes.
As if narrating the glory of the Myriad Spirit Sect.
The palace's marble floor shimmered with faint light, like the Milky Way flowing beneath one's feet, dazzling to the eye.
Glazed lamps emitted a warm radiance.
They lit the entire palace bright as day, setting off a fervent yet sacred atmosphere.
At this moment.
Within that golden and jade-like immortal palace hall.
Three women in Immortal Robes stood quietly like petals in the morning dew.
They seemed to form a sharp contrast with that resplendent light.
Their features were like fairies descended to the mortal world, skin like snow, eyes like stars.
They radiated an incomparable beauty.
Yet the slight frowns on their brows lent their bearing a trace of unusual tension and sorrow.
The hall's space was lofty and vast.
Intricate Immortal Runes flowed with golden radiance across the walls.
As if narrating this palace's glorious history.
The floor sparkled like a starry sky.
Faint light flowed gently beneath the three women's feet, as if responding to the anxiety in their hearts.
Their gazes flickered from time to time toward the person before them.
Before them stood a young man in white robes.
He was composed in bearing, elegant in demeanor, like a Banished Immortal who had stepped down from the clouds.
Within those star-bright eyes, divine light flickered.
Every blink seemed to release an invisible pressure.
He was like a sharp Immortal Sword standing at the center of the hall, making one involuntarily feel a sense of suffocation.
And this person was the Myriad Spirit Sect's Sect Master, Wan Tianchou!
"To have you announce to the countless worlds under the Jing River Realm that my Myriad Spirit Sect now holds the Jing River."
"Have you announced it all, one by one?"
Wan Tianchou spoke indifferently.
Hearing this, the three women all bowed, cupping their fists.
"Reporting to Master, all has been announced!"
"The six Middle Thousand Worlds and countless Small Thousand Worlds beneath the Jing River Realm have all been informed through the relevant subordinate forces."
"Every world and every sect has submitted without exception. The sect may at any time support the Lower Realm forces to take control."
"We await only Master's command."
The speaker was a young woman in white, and the only Human Immortal Realm powerhouse among the three women.
This person was also Wan Tianchou's eldest disciple, Ruyun.
"Excellent!"
Hearing this, Wan Tianchou nodded slightly, filled with joy.
The Jing River Immortal Realm had since ancient times been the domain of the Jing River Dragon Clan.
Especially that powerful Jing River Dragon King, who was the master here, holding endless authority.
His Nine-Turn Heavenly Immortal cultivation was an invincible existence throughout the entire Jing River Immortal Realm.
For countless years, he had suppressed all who dared covet his position.
But now, news had come that shook the entire Immortal Realm——
That Jing River Dragon King, no one knew what bear's heart and leopard's gall he had eaten.
He had dared to flaunt himself before the legendary Great Tang Holy Dynasty.
And was taken away in one fell swoop. Rumor had it he would be executed soon.
Within this cloud-wreathed immortal realm.
A tremendous wave surged in the heart of the Myriad Spirit Sect's Sect Master, Wan Tianchou.
He gazed at the magnificent immortal palace before him, and the history and legacy of the Jing River Realm surfaced in his mind.
As the only Human Race eight-turn Heavenly Immortal in the Jing River Realm.
His cultivation and status stood out ever more prominently among the many Immortals.
Yet compared to that Nine-Turn Heavenly Immortal Jing River Dragon King, he was still a notch below.
But now, opportunity had arrived quietly, like spring wind and nourishing rain.
"This truly is heaven aiding me."
Wan Tianchou muttered to himself, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
In the past, within the Jing River Realm, he could only rank below the Dragon Clan, facing their oppression and contempt.
Now, everything was about to change.
He would seize this opportunity to bring the Jing River Realm completely into his grasp.
If that happened, the Myriad Spirit Sect could become the foremost sect of the Jing River Immortal Realm.
At that time, the entire Jing River Immortal Realm's resources, population, immortal fate… all would belong to the Myriad Spirit Sect.
And then he, Wan Tianchou, would surely rise another level!
Perhaps in this life he might even have hope of becoming a Golden Immortal!
Thinking of this, Wan Tianchou felt a surge of heroic ambition.
"In that case, what are we waiting for?"
"Quickly find people to go to the Lower Realm and establish our Myriad Spirit Sect's own pieces in each of these worlds, one by one!"
Wan Tianchou waved his sleeve and gave the order.
The sharp light flickering in his eyes revealed his surging ambition.
But who would have thought, the moment he announced his command.
That beautiful young woman Ruyun's lovely face changed color, as if she wanted to speak but hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Ruyun's expression, Wan Tianchou frowned.
"Reporting to Master, there is a matter that must first be reported to you."
Ruyun hesitated for a moment, then said respectfully.
"What matter?"
Wan Tianchou spoke indifferently.
"It's just… when we were announcing to the many worlds under the Jing River…"
"It seems one Middle Thousand World has broken away from the Jing River Realm's domain."
"This caused us to be unable to deliver the message inside."
Ruyun hesitated a moment, then said in a low voice.
"Hm?"
Wan Tianchou opened his eyes, shock showing within.
"There is something like this?"
"I have never heard of a Middle Thousand World being able to break away from a Greater Thousand Realm's domain."
"Unless…"
As an old monster who had cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years, Wan Tianchou thought of something almost instantly.
Then he bellowed in a low voice: "What is this realm called?!"
His eyes stared fixedly at Ruyun, his joy nearly overflowing!
"This realm is called… Qiu Long!"
Ruyun trembled all over, and quickly spoke the name…