Chapter 9: The Emperor of the West
That night, the moonlight was like water, shining on the earth and covering the city of gods with a layer of silver glow.

Emperor Xian lay alone on a reclining chair, gazing at the endless starry sky and meditating quietly.

"The ancient scripture of Yao Chi is known as the best in the Dao Palace. It is likely to have its own unique features that can compete with the Immortal Scripture. I must get it!"

He pondered secretly in his mind and communicated with Tian Dao, telling him about his idea of ​​seizing the wisdom from the scriptures of the emperors and kings.

Tian Dao also agreed, thinking that this was a different path. If successful, it might be even more powerful than the Emperor's nirvana bathed in royal blood.

"There are two places in this world that may have that kind of true scripture."

"First, the Yaochi Holy Land has an endless heritage, and has the foundation of the Extreme Dao Emperor's suppression, and naturally there are scriptures. But it is difficult to start with the Extreme Dao suppression."

"The second is the old place of Yaochi. If you want to gain something, you will have to work hard here!"

During the day, when the Emperor Immortal was talking with the saints, he deliberately guided them and mentioned the historical changes, and Saint Daoyi mentioned this matter.

The Holy Land of Yao Chi was originally located in a fairyland more than ten thousand miles away from the Taichu Ancient Mine. Later, for unknown reasons, it was relocated and that sacred land was sealed and abandoned.

This is an unsolved mystery in the history of Donghuang. It is difficult for outsiders to know the secret. The Queen Mother of the West in all dynasties has kept her mouth shut about it, making it full of mystery.

What on earth could have forced a holy place in its heyday to relocate? With supreme imperial soldiers suppressing everything, is it any wonder that there is still anything to be afraid of?
The predecessors of Daoyi Holy Land were puzzled and left many speculations, which were recorded in ancient books.

This was also the intentional guidance of the Emperor Immortal, who asked people to mention the matter so that he could justify himself.

Otherwise, normally, he, a sealed Immortal Phoenix, should not know this. There needs to be a certain rationality, which is why he popped up in this era and made friends with the Saints in the City of Gods.

Many things that followed also had their sources and became reasonable. Even if future generations recorded this history, they would only say that the Emperor was extremely wise and could tell the coming of a great event from just one leaf, and they would not doubt anything else.

"A great emperor's scripture that is passed down in an orderly manner will most likely require a scripture quotation or a token of trust."

"Although I am special, I am not a true emperor after all. Without a token, it would be difficult for me to take it by force and obtain the meaning of the sutra."

According to Tian Dao's deduction, he is extremely powerful and there are few secrets left for him in the world.

"You figured out the need for sutras so quickly, and you guessed it almost perfectly. The Heavenly Sword is indeed powerful."

The Emperor Immortal was impressed.

He smiled calmly, his expression inexplicable.

"The Queen Mother of the West is a congenital Dao fetus, and there is also a congenital Dao fetus in this life."

The meaning of this statement is self-evident. Isn't this generation's Purple Mansion Saint a living example of the classics?
As a born Taoist, she is likely to inherit the legacy of the Queen Mother of the West.

In the original novel, Hei Huang once revealed that the Great Emperor Wu Shi was amazing and could obtain the Western Emperor Sutra without the sutra. Even a son of destiny like Ye Fan could not do it without the sutra and even if he held a magical object of enlightenment like the Bodhi seed.

Emperor Xian guessed that there were two possibilities. One was that the Western Emperor's inheritance valued comprehension, and one needed a truly astonishing comprehension to comprehend it.

Emperor Xian is a living immortal, and he is confident that his comprehension is not inferior to Wu Shi. If it is related to comprehension, he is confident that he can comprehend it.

The second possibility is more likely and is related to the innate Tao fetus. People have had the Tao fetus constitution since time immemorial, so they can understand it thoroughly.

Zixia is a congenital Taoist fetus, and this kind of physique is hard to see even after hundreds of generations. The scriptures of the Western Emperor have been passed down to later generations. Could it be that there is a back door for the Taoist fetus?

This is most likely the case, Emperor Xian speculated.

His next goal was very clear, to suppress a Purple Mansion Saint for fun.

As for the stone archway in the holy land, only the Qilin magic medicine is useful to him. He can come and get it in the future. First, he will complete the Dao Palace realm and obtain the Western Emperor Scripture.

The next day, Emperor Xian and Yao Yuekong had a conversation in a quiet room in Tianyao Baoque.

"Brother Yuekong, do you know where the Purple Mansion Saint is?"

The Immortal Emperor was very casual and did not hide anything. He was very confident.

"Fellow Daoist, are you trying to steal someone's lover?"

Yao Yuekong smiled, but was also afraid of Emperor Xian. This lord really had no taboos and dared to covet the holy land.

"I have just completed my cultivation and want to test it with the Purple Mansion Saintess. I heard that she is very strong. If she is stunning enough, it would not be a bad idea for her to stay by my side."

He was very conceited, like a king who saw a woman he liked and played with her casually.

Yao Yuekong certainly knew that the Immortal Emperor was not telling the truth, but this kind of confidence could not be concealed.

It gave him the feeling of a god standing high above, overlooking all living beings.

What's more, it was very clear from his words that even if one was as stunningly beautiful as the Saintess of Purple Mansion, with a natural talent for heaven and earth, she was not qualified to be his Taoist partner. The most she could do was to be a follower, which was a great fortune.

What kind of confidence is this?
Yao Yuekong was puzzled, but he also had some simple guesses.

"Could he be the biological son of the legendary ancient emperor?"

That kind of bloodline power is unparalleled. According to the ancient books of the Heavenly Demon Palace, every prince will naturally grow up to become a great figure who is unprecedented in history and should not be provoked.

"Brother Gu, you overestimate me. The Saint of Purple Mansion is very mysterious. It is difficult for outsiders to know her whereabouts."

"However, isn't the Saint of Purple Mansion in the Divine City? I believe there are probably some means of communication between the Saint Son and the Saint Daughter."

He really didn't know what Yao Yuekong said, but it also provided a clue. More importantly, what did Gu Wudi's move have to do with him, Yao Yuekong?
Nothing can be linked to him, so he won’t be angered by the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

. . . . . .

The Holy Land of Zifu has its own industry in the Divine City, which sells elixirs and magic pills, and is known as the Purple Qi Pavilion.

It is a rather magnificent palace complex, all made of jade and extremely luxurious.

The Holy Son of Purple Mansion lived there. The Immortal Emperor had a drink with him yesterday, so he was naturally familiar with his aura.

You can use your spiritual sense to determine your location.

At night, the streets of the divine city are bustling, with divine light shining in all directions and people coming and going.

This city can absorb and exhale starlight, and the whole city is a large holy vessel. In ancient times, it could also be a war fortress, hanging high in the sky.

However, before the ancient times, he was cast down to the earth, lost a lot of his magical powers, and was not as good as before.

The Emperor Immortal was like a stream of light and a phantom, flying past. This was the secret of the word "Xing", and it could be called the fastest in the world.

Evolution to the highest realm involves the power of time, which is the most mysterious.

In the past two days, Tian Dao taught him one of the Nine Secrets, the Xing Secret!
He had an apprehension level as high as that of an immortal, so it was not difficult for him to learn the Nine Secrets. At least, it was not difficult for him to master the initial stages.

The Nine Secrets are highly applicable and can be used by all races in the world, and it is not difficult to get started.

The rest is to use time to endure, slowly comprehend and deduce to a very high realm. With the support of the Heavenly Sword, the peerless saint lord, the emperor lord of the ages, and even the king of the way of killing are all blocked and cannot sense his existence.

It was as if he was a piece of air and did not exist in this world at all.

The Immortal Emperor traveled at a very fast speed and soon found the Saint Son of Purple Mansion. He was meditating and practicing in the guardian formation, with purple energy all over his body.

"Fight me!"

The Immortal Emperor spoke, awakening the man from his practice.

The Saint of Zifu was very surprised that the mysterious young man Gu Wudi, who had been drinking with him yesterday, challenged him so late at night, obviously with malicious intent.

More importantly, how did he ignore the protective formation here?

It should be noted that the Zifu Holy Land has been operating here for a long time and has improved its formations many times. Even a powerful person can stop one or two of them.

It wouldn't be so silent. Could it be that a creature comparable to an ancient saint really took action, and the rumors are true?

His heart sank, knowing that he was in danger and might die!

"Brother Dao, why do you have to do this? We can discuss whatever you want."

When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, so he made concessions.

"Hand over all the treasures you have. Also, I want to know Zixia's whereabouts."

Emperor Xian responded.

"Purple"

The expression of the Purple Mansion Saint Son changed suddenly, and he shouted loudly,

"Then let's fight!"

He is a saint-son-level figure and has his own pride in his heart. Since ancient times, saint-sons and saint-daughters have mostly been a pair. In his heart, he regards Zixia as his fiancée.

The words of Emperor Xian were a great humiliation to him.

"kill!"

Purple air comes from the east, bright light illuminates the sky, purple light scatters and dots, quickly spreading out.

The purple air was fluttering, extremely peaceful and auspicious. It was a sign of good fortune, but it was also a magical technique that could invisibly corrode the flesh of living beings, turning them into purple crystals and destroying them.

“It’s just a small trail!”

The Emperor Immortal has no joy or sorrow, and doesn't care too much.

Let this magic hit your body and let the purple light shine on you.

It's just that pure yang energy and blood are surging throughout his body, like an ancient fairy phoenix, ruling the nine heavens and ten earths, destroying the universe, and breaking all shackles in the world.

That kind of bloody energy was so strong that it looked like a full sun shining on the earth. The purple energy could not get close to it and was quickly extinguished.

Even the Saint Son of Purple Mansion had his movements restricted and slowed down a lot.

It's just a person's blood and qi, how could this happen? It's simply against the will of heaven!
"I do not believe!"

The Saint Son of Purple Mansion exploded, using all his means and forming a hand seal.

"boom!"

The void was like a rag and was about to be torn apart.

This was a purple handprint, which evolved into a human form after being made. It was like an immortal descending to the earth to slay evil spirits. It could urge everything to move, and the ground beneath the feet could not withstand the pressure and cracked.

There are also scenes where ancient saints come to the world and kill foreign gods. This is a reappearance of history, which blesses this technique.

This is a magical technique, one of the ultimate magic techniques created by the Saint of Purple Mansion, the Purple Qi Seal!

The Saint of Zifu is confident that even if he is a descendant of a holy land, he still needs to display amazing skills to resist.

"Fancy!"

The Immortal Emperor commented and threw a punch with his physical strength to fight against the Purple Qi Handprint.

His precious body is incomparable, much stronger than the holy bodies of the same realm, and cannot be measured by reason at all. In the other side of the nine heavens, he could defeat the four great powers and achieve perfection, let alone break through a major realm now!

"boom!"

The place exploded, light spread out, and the surging air shattered the bluestone slabs in the room.

The light faded away, and the Immortal Emperor's white clothes were as white as snow, without a single stain.

"How can it be so powerful?"

"With such a monster around, what am I?"

The Saint Son of Zifu was shocked. He was sure that the young man was definitely not very old, but he was so depressed that he couldn't even raise his head.

However, he is a saint-level figure after all, and has many hidden cards.

He summoned a purple fairy palace that was larger than a mountain and fell from the sky.

It was like a star from outer space swooping down.

"A holy lord-level weapon."

Emperor Immortal Assessment.

"No matter how good a weapon is, it still needs people to use it. How many times can you use your divine power?"

The Saint of Zifu said nothing, but quietly activated the great weapon.

For the first time, the Emperor Immortal was serious and prepared for battle. The enemy was holding Saint Lord-level weapons, which were absolutely terrifying for him at his level.

Fortunately, this space was confined, and he only fell from tens of meters in the air. If he fell from a really high altitude, the gravity would be too much for him.

The Emperor Immortal's left hand was pure yin and his right hand was pure yang, evolving the Yin-Yang diagram of life and death. His entire body lost weight and turned into a diagram of the great Dao of heaven.

He mobilized all his strength, integrating his body, magic power, and soul into this picture, and displayed unparalleled power.

(End of this chapter)