Chapter 309 The Heavenly Stele Reopens
Lin Wan's white-clad figure finally broke through the last blood-colored cloud barrier. The moment she landed on Buzhou Mountain's peak, the entire divine mountain suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
The howling astral wind swept in like billions of poisoned sharp blades, yet it suddenly froze upon touching within three zhang of her, turning into glittering ice crystals that drifted down.
The rocks beneath her feet showed an eerie crystallization, with each piece reflecting a twisted starry sky.
The scene before her caused her breath to stagnate slightly. At the end of the summit, the entire peak abruptly vanished into a void.
That was not ordinary darkness, but a kind of absolute void that could swallow even light.
At the edges, space curled up like torn silk, occasionally splashing out a few sparks of law fragments.
Clearly, the other end of Buzhou Mountain connected to another space.
Then... inside there, is it the legendary Upper Realm... or the endless void where Ancient Gods appear?
She asked herself softly, condensing a strand of golden spiritual power at her fingertip.
The moment the golden light submerged into the void, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, not raising even a single ripple.
Even more strange was that from that void faintly came a certain pulsation, like the breathing rhythm of a slumbering giant beast.
Lin Wan's gaze suddenly turned cold.
In any case, she had not thought that behind the Heavenly Stele lay such a terrifying existence.
If Ji Wuque was really not dead and hiding within it, then his plot with the existence behind him might be far more terrifying than imagined.
The Heavenly Stele, as the hub connecting the two realms, might just be a key link in their plan...
Now, it was time to choose again.
Should she go in and take a look?
Lin Wan gazed at the void before her, ultimately forcefully suppressing the curiosity in her heart.
The time was not yet right!
Tomorrow was the Heavenly Stele Grand Gathering, and Xiao Chen and the others were still at the Immortal Spirit Pavilion.
Might as well go back and arrange things properly, making defensive preparations.
She raised her head, looking at the strands of hair-thin purple lightning flashing through the void, fleeting in an instant.
The mountain wind rolled up her veil, revealing her slightly pursed lips.
It is just an avatar; why rush tonight?
Wait until the gathering ends and the disciples' retreat is arranged, then come to explore this dragon's pool and tiger's den; it will not be too late.
Taking one last look at the void that swallowed heaven and earth, Lin Wan's figure gradually faded.
The summit returned to silence, with only a few wisps of dissipating, cold fragrance proving someone had been there.
A long time later, Lin Wan's figure recondensed like ink on the top floor of the Heavenly Stele Pavilion.
She subconsciously looked up into the distance. The bell tower just happened to ring out a long bell toll.
It was the hour of Zi.
She paused slightly.
At the peak of Buzhou Mountain, it clearly felt like only a moment had passed.
Yet in reality, two full hours had already passed.
Did that void distort the perception of time?
Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed against her cuff; the faint marks on it silently telling that the experience just now was not a hallucination.
Or a difference in the flow of time...
Her soft murmur dissipated in the empty pavilion.
Downstairs, the faint sound of Chen Xingcai turning over came, the little girl still mumbling in her dream words like "Daddy... Master..."
Lin Wan walked slowly towards the observation deck.
Looking from this angle, the Heavenly Stele still stood majestic, the runes flowing on its surface no different from usual.
Who could have imagined that behind this divine object worshipped by countless cultivators, there hid a secret path leading to Buzhou Mountain?
Then, Lin Wan unhesitatingly used her powerful spiritual sense, instantly transmitting the information to Xiao Chen, Han Yu, Ji Lingxiu, and Jiang Che.
The four who received the spiritual sense notification did not delay in the slightest. They immediately stood up, quickly tidied their clothes, then walked briskly before Lin Wan, paid a respectful salute, and said in unison:
"We greet Martial Aunt."
Their attitudes were respectful, completely without the slightest dissatisfaction or unhappiness at having their rest disturbed.
Lin Wan looked at these four disciples before her and felt very gratified in her heart.
She smiled and nodded, then said softly:
"I have an important matter to tell you."
Although her voice was not loud, it echoed gently within the pavilion, as if the entire space could feel the seriousness and gravity in her words.
Hearing this, the four immediately focused their spirits, listening with rapt attention to what Lin Wan would say next.
Lin Wan told them everything she had just experienced, including the abnormal behavior of the Heavenly Stele and her concerns about it.
After listening to Lin Wan's account, the faces of the four all became unusually serious. They realized this matter might be more severe than they imagined.
Finally, Lin Wan summarized:
"The Heavenly Stele is so strange; we had better make full preparations now, otherwise I fear there will be accidents tomorrow."
Xiao Chen nodded first, expressing agreement with Lin Wan's view. Then he immediately turned his head to look at the other three fellow disciples and asked:
"Three junior brothers and sisters, do you all have your Immortal Swords with you?"
Ji Lingxiu answered without hesitation:
"Never left my side."
The expressions of the other two were the same as Ji Lingxiu's; obviously, their answers were the same as hers.
Seeing this, Xiao Chen nodded satisfactorily and laughed:
"Hmm, very good. In that case, let us start setting up the formation! Come to think of it, we have never had the opportunity to use the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation with all four of us present."
Jiang Che heard this and couldn't help but retort:
"I hope we won't need to use it this time either."
The next day.
The bell for the hour of Si had just rung, and the Heavenly Stele Square was already like a boiling cauldron.
Noisy sound waves surged among the three hundred and sixty-five pavilions.
Countless sect cultivators all stood on the observation decks of their own pavilions, waiting for the moment the Heavenly Stele reopened after the fall of Great Zhou!
On the observation deck of the Immortal Spirit Pavilion, Xiao Chen stood quietly with his hands behind his back.
His figure was tall and straight like a pine, a black robe fluttering with the wind, revealing a sense of steadiness and majesty.
Behind him, Han Yu, Jiang Che, and Ji Lingxiu all had solemn faces and remained silent.
Only Chen Xingcai excitedly stood on tiptoe, leaning on the railing, a pair of big eyes staring intently at the Heavenly Stele Pavilion, her little face flushed red with excitement.
At this moment, Lin Wan said softly:
"It is about to begin."
Her voice was soft, yet like the morning bell and evening drum, it made everyone's body suddenly tighten, straightening their backs.
Suddenly, the sky became dim, as if a huge shadow had covered the entire square.
Immediately following, a pillar of light with a diameter of a hundred zhang descended from the sky, like a sharp sword piercing through the clouds, landing straight on the top of the Heavenly Stele Pavilion.
The light of that pillar was exceptionally pure, like light from a fairyland, without the slightest impurity.
It illuminated the entire Heavenly Stele until it was transparently bright, as if it had turned into a huge crystal.
With the shining of the light pillar, the ancient runes on the surface of the Heavenly Stele began to light up one by one, like lamps being lit by an invisible hand.
"It's opened! The Heavenly Stele has opened!"
Countless cultivators unconsciously held their breath. Only the Dharma Transmission Elders of the various sects were hurriedly recording this rare scene unseen in a millennium!
Afterward, on the Heavenly Stele, the first name finally appeared.
As soon as it appeared, following the Yellow Turban Strongmen dispatched by the Heaven's Mystery Pavilion operating huge sound-amplifying magical devices, the name on it was transmitted throughout the entire Heavenly Capital:
One Hundredth Place: Central Plains: Wenjian Sect
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