Daoist Master of Qing Xuan

Shen Lian has experienced Spiritual telepathy many times and has long been accustomed to. However, the telepathy communication this time has rendered him a little surprised.

Because he could not trace the source of the voice. It was as if the telepathy communication was directly transmitted to him without any intermediary/intermediate process, it was quite unbelievable.

The opponent did so in order to pass through the Dharma formation of Xia Palace, and so not to alarm Emperor Xia and Yinglong.

Shen Lian looked at the direction of the south gate of Wang Cheng, where the Xia Tai was. The only person in Wang Cheng capable of doing so was none other than Tianyi who was on the Xia Tai.

He smiled and ignored it. Having received no response, the opponent went silent.

Shen Lian was not afraid of the misunderstandings/gossips that would arise from meeting Tianyi, but because Emperor Xia has already seen the stone sculpture, he could not afford to be distracted.

A battle involving telekinesis/ a remote battle was not unfamiliar/foreign to Shen Lian. He assumed that Emperor Xia would find it interesting. As a guest, it was only natural to have brought gifts to the host. Shen Lian secretly thought.

Emperor Xia walked towards the stone sculpture without any premonition. The cyan-colored veil of silk gauze instantly dissipated like a cumulus cloud, revealing the true appearance of the stone sculpture.

Fellow courtiers were even more fearful yet revering towards the king. Although countless strong people has emerged from Daxia, but for five thousand years, it was said that there was no one stronger than Emperor Xia. The extent of the emperor’s power was not one they would be able to guess.

Therefore, no matter how domineering the emperor is, they were not emboldened to exhort him.

The veil vanished, revealing a sculpture that looks similar to Emperor Xia. In the main hall, there was an inescapably overbearing wild vigor. Each and every line of the stone sculpture was graceful and natural. The occasional straight lines are full of explosive force. The curvature of the lip has extensively exhibited Emperor Xia’s disdainful disposition towards the past and the future/ancient and the modern.

There was no shortage of skilled craftsmen in Xia Palace, but only a handful are able to produce work of art of such level of perfection.

However, regardless of how perfect the skills demonstrated on the stone sculpture were, it would never attract the Emperor’s attention. Only the demonic characteristic deeply hidden in the stone sculpture was able to attract the Emperor’s attention. It was akin to the surging tide, yet it did not leak. It remained locked in the stone sculpture.

Others only saw that the stone sculpture was indistinguishable from Emperor Xia, even the domineering aura was incredibly realistic. But it was a pity that the stone sculpture has no eyes, regrettably indeed.

Just like the endless stream of waterfall on an empty hill to have abruptly stopped midway, obtaining no outlet.

Emperor Xia crossed his hands at his back, his expression intensified. Within the lines were three blades. The line at the bottom was the most concise, but its demonic characteristic was the shallowest. The line on the forehead was lightly traced, indicating that the blade used to sculpt it was gentle like a spring rain in a brief night. It was exquisitely carved, yet leaving no trace.

The line on its upper body conveyed yet different feeling, it was neither shallow nor deeply carved, yet it was righteously stately. It was a blade suitable for anyone. When Jing Jing was carving, she was entirely absorbed, yet not to the point of distressed. Each carve were just the right appropriateness.

Emperor Xia’s cultivation was beyond any ordinary person’s comprehension. He knew that the craftsperson was, without a doubt, Lei Jing. But the blades used to carve the sculpture was forged by a peerless craftsperson. No matter who used the three blades, the Dao rhythm left by the person will never be left aside.

And it was precisely the three spheres: Heaven, Earth, and Humankind, bearing far-reaching implications.

“Good, good, good.” Emperor Xia said three consecutive ‘good’, sufficiently indicating his excitement at the moment. The moonlight and starlight outside suddenly cleared, rapidly cohering in the main hall. A blade comprising the force of the stars were formed, and It was easily held in the hands of Emperor Xia.

Emperor Xia had only casually propelled the blade forward, without any mysterious trajectory and terrifying changes.

Shen Lian sat in the palace banquet, talking and laughing with the people around him. But what held his gaze was a blade.

Such as the call of the mountain and the roar of the sea, an overwhelming aura that would render the Heaven asunder and the earth cracked has been released.

The blade could not be seen by anyone, because the power of the blade was too concentrated. It sought only the thought left in the stone sculpture, and nothing else.

Therefore, the aura went by unnoticed even by the people sitting next to Shen Lian.

A power to the extreme would be the way of Dao; It was not unattainable but simply choosing not to. Although Emperor Xia has not evolved his power into Dao, a word from him would be law. Not only the power hidden within this blade was capable of destroying the thought left by Shen Lian, it could even go a step further. It could lock his spirit, enabling Emperor Xia to be able to find him anywhere in the world, up to the skies, down to the earth.

However, when the spiritual vigor bursting out of the strike of the blade had almost enveloped the stone sculpture, a white light emerged from the stone sculpture. The main hall is then filled with an unrestrained, tranquil atmosphere. Like a mischievous fish, swimming freely around stagnant qi dynamic without getting caught by Emperor Xia’s blade force.

Xuan Du Temple has also sent someone to attend today’s palace banquet. It was Liu Mengde’s mentor, Daoist Mu Zhen. He was astonished at this moment, and he could not help but stare at the monk from Da Jue Temple who sat opposite him.

The monk’s gaze was complicated. He clearly knew the appeal of the white light. It was precisely a profound Zen of Buddhism – ‘The highest soul’

With this Zen, attaining Boddhisattva’s highest level is assured.

The most important thing is that no matter who this person is, it will inevitably lead Emperor Xia to suspect that this has something to do with Da Jue Temple.

After all, in the eyes of Emperor Xia, all monks belonged to a family.

Daoist Mu Zhen was somewhat compassioned, yet he was secretly relieved. This has finally proved one thing, that the person causing the trouble was definitely not a Daoist. Even though the person is an extraordinary Qi cultivator, he is more likely to have a muddled relationship with Buddhism.

However, he was a bit disappointed. If a connoisseur of such level emerged from Daoism, perhaps the days of today would be much better.

The seven sons of Xuan Zhen were renowned to be prestigious, but what would that mean in the eyes of Emperor Xia.

Land immortals, land immortals; bound to the land, subject to the control of a mortal king and the strings of life and death itself. Unable to truly be carefree and unrestrained.

The speckle of white light traveled through the main hall, the blade extended by Emperor Xia suddenly turned, and tens of thousands of vibration occurred. The level of fine control exerted was capable of teaching shame to any Xia tribe person in the main hall.

Some of them were powerful enough to hurt walking celestials of the earth but has very shallow knowledge in relation to the use of that power. For the most part, it was either a punch to separate the life and the death, or a kick to still the mountains and rivers.

The gleam of the blade was bright and the hall was full of light, but it did not hurt anyone in the hall. The white speckle was engulfed in the gleam.

The white speckle was finally caught by the gleam of the blade. All gleams suddenly gathered together thereafter, as if hundreds of rivers were surging back to the sea. The white speckle that was engulfed in the gleam could no longer escape, but it was at this moment an unimaginable change occurred.

The white speckle has actually ignited, forming a flame that would cause a person to palpitate. It was Daoism’s True Samadhi Fire. With the gleam of the blade comprised of moonlight and starlight as the Qi of Essence, the speckle manifested from Shen Lian’s thoughts as the spirit, and the three spheres; thus was born the True Samadhi Fire.

At this moment, Mu Zhen has met with the same complex gaze that of the monk from Da Jue Temple.

Who was that person, to have simultaneously cultivated both Buddhism and Daoism, so as to hinder one from discerning his origin?

In reality, Shen Lian still belonged to Daoism. What was called the Zen of The Highest Soul is the essence of The Highest Soul Aura derived from the Sword Saint Ziwei. He merely adopted it out of convenience.