"The things foretold back then are finally coming..."
Ye Xuan muttered to himself.
The writings of the Dao Chu Ancient Land were events he had long calculated would occur.
And this matter, besides its own significance, also held so special anings.
A never-before-seen era is about to unfold!
The arrival of this era involves a vast scope.
In that terrifying ga of chess, even Ye Xuan dared not speak too boldly.
"Master, should we wait for the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect people, or head directly to the Dao Chu Ancient Land?" the East Desolate Wolf couldn’t help but ask.
"Why wait for those ants?" Qiankun Ancestor glanced at the East Desolate Wolf.
The East Desolate Wolf was sullen but couldn’t help muttering to himself: Compared to you, even that Zuo Yishan might be an ant...
"Let’s visit White Bamboo Mountain first," Ye Xuan said softly.
It was only because the Heaven Suppressing Great Dao was taken by Youwei that he gave Zuo Yishan a hint.
If he were truly to bring those people from the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect, he wouldn’t have the ti for it.
Opportunities depend on fate.
Anyway, he’s told them; whether they can obtain it is up to them.
Before going to the Dao Chu Ancient Land, he needed to go to White Bamboo Mountain to see soone.
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White Bamboo Mountain.
Located northwest of the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect, beyond the rolling Taiyi Mountain Range and across the Jingyun Sea, one can reach it.
This place is nad White Bamboo Mountain because the mountain is full of white bamboo.
Moreover, on White Bamboo Mountain, there resides a Daoist orthodox Mountain God, ten candidate Mountain Gods, and hundreds of local spirits.
This extraordinary mountain is rich in spiritual energy, yet no cultivator dares to occupy this place.
For no other reason than it being a sacred mountain personally designated by the Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Heavenly Master Dao, a place belonging to Daoism, where no one dares to cause trouble.
But this is all on the surface.
In reality, within White Bamboo Mountain, there are cultivators stationed.
However, this cultivator keeps a low profile, so no one knows of his existence.
He calls himself Bai Zhu Scholar, has practiced on this White Bamboo Mountain for an unknown period.
He built himself a bamboo house deep in the bamboo forest, where he watches the bamboo sea sway, sees the sunrise in the east, the sunset’s afterglow, and the star-filled sky every day.
In his daily life, Bai Zhu Scholar also enjoys writing a few lines of poetry.
But these poems have never been shared with the world.
On this day, Bai Zhu Scholar wrote another poem, and as he was about to recite it, he suddenly looked out the window.
In the distant sky, a black dot was rapidly approaching.
By the ti it arrived, it was enormous, pressing the bamboo forest to either side.
Fortunately, the white bamboo was extrely resilient, bending but not breaking.
Bai Zhu Scholar frowned slightly, muttering, "Desolate Wolf? That’s rare..."
The arrival was a huge Desolate Wolf.
However, as it landed, the Desolate Wolf began to shrink.
In the blink of an eye, it transford into a wild and sturdy youth, standing obediently behind, with two others in front.
An elderly immortal with white hair clad in white.
And a young man in a black robe with hands in pockets, exuding extraordinary deanor.
In the center of his brow was a vertical slit.
Like an unopened vertical eye, it attracted attention.
Yet, upon closer inspection, it was so glaringly bright, as if blinding.
Bai Zhu Scholar’s gaze swept over the black-robed youth, and he focused on the white-haired elderly immortal, a look of seriousness crossing his face.
"This person, not to be trifled with!"
Bai Zhu Scholar thought to himself.
Composing himself, Bai Zhu Scholar stepped out of the bamboo house and addressed the trio, "May I ask what brings you all to White Bamboo Mountain?"
"Oh my, a tiny white bamboo has attained the Dao and is now so refined, have you been learning those Confucian ways?" Qiankun Ancestor chuckled.
Bai Zhu Scholar’s heart trembled, a feeling of alert coursing through him, he kept a close watch on Qiankun Ancestor, ready to act at any mont.
In that instant, the entire White Bamboo Mountain’s bamboo froze in place.
As if ti and space had been frozen.
The East Desolate Wolf, standing at the back, felt a prickle of fear.
This seemingly refined white-clad youth was no simple figure.
From what Qiankun Pot’s predecessor said, this being was a white bamboo that had attained the Dao, and as a fellow demon race mber, he couldn’t even tell.
"No need to be nervous, we an no harm," Qiankun Ancestor saw Bai Zhu Scholar was frightened and waved gently.
But Bai Zhu Scholar remained vigilant, keeping a close watch on Qiankun Ancestor as he said, "If indeed there’s no malice, then please leave. This place is a sacred mountain designated by Dragon Tiger Mountain, and outsiders are not allowed entry, or it would be considered a provocation to Dragon Tiger Mountain."
"Why resort to relying on a backer now?" Qiankun Ancestor couldn’t help but roll his eyes, muttering, "Besides, your choice of backing isn’t quite right. White Bamboo Mountain is a sea and mountains away from Dragon Tiger Mountain, but Supre Pavilion is quite near, that’s whom you should turn to..."
At this mont, Bai Zhu Scholar felt goosebumps rising, cold sweat soaking his back. He squinted at Qiankun Ancestor, his gaze filled with killing intent: "Just who are you?"
"I am just an errand runner," Qiankun Ancestor said with a smile.
This statent, outside, nobody would actually believe.
Would a lackey be capable of tearing through the forbidden Hengduan Mountain of the East Desolate Forbidden Land?
Could a lackey casually smack the Heaven Suppressing Ancient Sect’s ancestor Zuo Yishan into the skies?
Would a lackey scare this Bai Zhu Scholar, who had been cultivating the Dao for over a million years, into breaking a sweat?
Be serious.
Seeing Qiankun Ancestor not speaking the truth, Bai Zhu Scholar’s right hand, hidden within his sleeve, quietly revealed a jade pendant, ready to shatter it.
"No rush to act, I am here to see Old Gai," Ye Xuan looked at Bai Zhu Scholar and said calmly.
Bai Zhu Scholar’s hidden right hand suddenly froze, he looked at Ye Xuan in astonishnt, "How do you know Old Gai?"
Ye Xuan faintly smiled, "What do you think?"
Finally, Bai Zhu Scholar carefully examined the unassuming black-robed youth.
Without examining, one would think he was just an ant at the Unity Realm.
After examining, it turned out to be unfathomably deep, akin to a bottomless abyss, making one’s skin crawl.
Bai Zhu Scholar had to avert his gaze, not daring to look Ye Xuan in the eye, as he said respectfully, "Old Gai has been asleep for many years, I myself do not know where he is."
"He wouldn’t be anywhere else," Ye Xuan slightly shook his head.
"Uh?" Bai Zhu Scholar was taken aback.
"Step aside, little white bamboo," Qiankun Ancestor warmly gestured.
Bai Zhu Scholar uncontrollably moved to the side, making room.
This astounded Bai Zhu Scholar, this old fellow, wasn’t he terrifyingly formidable?
However, watching the black-robed youth walk toward the bamboo house, he couldn’t help but shout, "That is my residence, Old Gai is not there..."
However, before Bai Zhu Scholar could finish his words, he saw Ye Xuan stepping across the bamboo house’s door, causing ripples to spread through the void.
Ye Xuan disappeared without a trace.
As if he hadn’t entered the bamboo house, but another world!
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