Chapter 1435: Purple Cloud Holy Land

Chapter 1435 -309: Purple Cloud Holy Land

Vast heavens.

Containing realms beyond measure.

In a desolate void, one can see the existence of a vast heaven quietly standing there.

Suddenly.

Space shattered before him as a figure emerged, appearing before the heavens.

“Ziyun Clan!”

Shen Changqing gazed at the heavens before him, a familiar feeling arose within, as if this was his destined home.

He understood.

This feeling solely stemmed from the origin of Ziyan Sheng.

“This realm is of Daqian level,” Qingyi’s voice echoed in his mind.

Daqian World!

Shen Changqing nodded almost imperceptibly.

The Ziyun Clan is considered an ancient clan, and possessing a Daqian-level realm is quite normal.

Speaking of which, the Human Clan’s realm nowadays remains in the Mid-Thousand level, and it’s the weakest kind.

Promoting a realm isn’t a matter of a moment.

Fortunately.

Though the Human Clan realm is merely Mid-Thousand level, it suffices to accommodate today’s Human Clan without an urgent need for promotion.

Taking a deep breath to restore his mind to an absolute calm, Shen Changqing stepped forward directly into the Ziyun Clan’s realm.

The power of the barrier can obstruct beings not of Ziyun Clan, but for those of the clan itself, it’s merely an illusion.

Passing through the barrier.

He truly experienced the vast expanse of the Ziyun Clan’s realm.

Towering mountains.

Lofty peaks.

Compared to the Human Clan’s realm, the Ziyun Clan’s realm seemed magnified dozens to hundreds of times, even the most ordinary mountain peaks reaching thousands of feet.

Occasionally, massive pythons can be seen roaming through the mountains.

Aside from this, grand cities stand among them.

“Purple Python!”

Looking at those roaming pythons, Shen Changqing’s mind was clear as a mirror.

The essence of the Ziyun Clan is the Purple Python.

The Purple Python is massive, even newly born ones have bodies no less than ten meters, and they possess immense divine power, able to easily crush hills.

While adult Purple Pythons possess even greater strength, capable of smashing peaks of ten thousand feet.

From here, the innate differences between the Human Clan and the Myriad Clans are evident.

The Human Clan is weak.

Newborn infants have no power at all, and even slight danger may lead them to death.

But the Myriad Clans’ infants are different.

Even the weakest of the Myriad Clans have certain innate strength, able to uproot trees and crush stones effortlessly.

Upon maturing, they possess extraordinary power.

By comparison.

If the Human Clan doesn’t cultivate, they cannot contend with the Myriad Clans.

Unprompted, Shen Changqing recalled Qingyi’s previous words.

Two seals exist on the Human Clan: one restrains their innate power without the seal; they should naturally access hidden talents fully.

He increasingly agreed on this point.

But clearly.

The seals on the Human Clan are ancient, far beyond just ancient times, or else Qingyi wouldn’t be entirely unaware.

After discerning the direction slightly, Shen Changqing then took to the skies.

…

In the mountain ranges, countless palaces are located there.

When Shen Changqing descended, a cultivator in purple robes appeared, sternly shouting: “This is the Purple Cloud Holy Land, do not trespass… so it’s the Saint Heir!”

Upon seeing Shen Changqing, the cultivator’s expression immediately changed, his demeanor becoming respectful.

Saint Heir!

The Saint Heir is a core disciple of the Purple Cloud Holy Land, belonging to the premier existence among all Holy Land Disciples.

No other disciple can afford to offend any Saint Heir.

He, merely a guardian of the Holy Land’s entrance, certainly lacks this qualification.

“Hmm.”

Shen Changqing imitated Ziyun Shengyuan’s former demeanor with a simple hmph before swaggering into the Purple Cloud Holy Land.

Purple Cloud Holy Land.

Is the Ziyun Clan’s largest internal power, and likewise the core of clan authority.

Wherever people gather, there is Jianghu; this phrase equally applies to the Ziyun Clan.

Within the Ziyun Clan, many factions exist akin to sects in the Human Clan, while the Purple Cloud Holy Land is akin to the Imperial Court, ruling over all sects.

Thus.

The Holy Lord of the Purple Cloud Holy Land is the current Emperor of the Ziyun Clan, the Python Emperor!

According to Ziyan Sheng’s memories, this individual is a top Rule Divine King, with unfathomable strength, being the strongest in the vast Ziyun Clan.

On this point.

Shen Changqing currently has no way to verify.

A vast clan cannot be without cards in its hand, that’s an impossibility.

Just like the Zhongshan Clan, with ancient Peerless Dao Arms, strong enough to draw even a Divine Lord into the Netherworld.

However.

He wasn’t overly cautious either.

With his own strength, unless he provoked a true Divine Lord level expert, he could go anywhere freely.

Compared to the cautious steps he took when mingling in the Zhongshan Clan before, now he no longer needed to fear too much.

Strength.

Is often the biggest source of confidence for a person.

The Purple Cloud Holy Land is vast, with its internal powers intricate and complex, Shen Changqing followed the memories of Ziyan Sheng towards a direction within the Holy Land.

When he arrived in front of a mountain peak, a Mountain Guard Disciple was momentarily stunned, quickly showing an expression of joy on his face: “The Saint Heir has returned!”

“Is Master here?”

Shen Changqing nodded.

The Master he’s referring to is naturally the Master of Ziyan Sheng.

The cultivator said: “The Peak Master is currently at the Divine Peak.”

“Alright.”

Shen Changqing said no more, and walked directly towards the mountain peak.

Divine Peak is one of many branches within the Purple Cloud Holy Land, and he is the Saint Heir of Divine Peak.

Besides Divine Peak, the Purple Cloud Holy Land has thirteen other branches, each with its own Saint Heir.

As for the Peak Master of Divine Peak, he is a Universe Divine King, making Divine Peak the strongest among the fourteen peaks.

Ascending Divine Peak, one can see the presence of many disciples, and these disciples, upon seeing Ziyan Sheng, instinctively show reverence.

No other reason.

The Saint Heir is the most core figure within a peak.

Aside from the Peak Master, no other cultivator’s status exceeds that of the Saint Heir.

When arriving at the main hall of Divine Peak, Shen Changqing adjusted his attire briefly, then stepped inside.

The interior of the hall employed the technique of Mustard Seed Nasumi, appearing not very large from the outside, but upon entering, it reveals a unique world.

In the front of the main hall, there is a golden throne.

When he walked in, he saw the throne with no one upon it, emitting an ethereal aura, and the next moment, an elderly man in purple robes appeared there.

“Disciple greets Master!”

Seeing the elder appear, Shen Changqing bowed.

The cultivator before him was none other than the Divine Peak Master, Ziyan Sheng’s Master, Ziyun Luo.

“You’ve returned!”

Ziyun Luo slowly spoke, his authoritative gaze falling on the other’s body, seemingly wanting to see something.

“What of the matter?”

“The disciple originally reached the Demon Evil Continent, preparing to act, when a strong figure from the Black Demon Divine Clan appeared, and the disciple was outmatched and could only escape in defeat. The other two junior brothers, however, fell there.

The disciple has let down Master’s high expectations, please forgive me!”

Before returning to the Ziyun Clan, Shen Changqing had already planned how to respond.

He pushed everything onto the Black Demon Divine Clan, anyway, Ziyun Luo has no means to verify the truth of matters.

“Black Demon Divine Clan!”

A cold animosity appeared in Ziyun Luo’s eyes.

He had sent Ziyan Sheng to the Death Forbidden Zone intending to seize the Supreme Treasure held by the Demon Evil Clan, but now the effort has failed, and a surge of anger rose within him.

Yet.

Ziyun Luo did not truly lose his temper, only his voice turned chilly: “Failure is as it is, the news hasn’t spread out, right?”

“No.”

“Then it’s fine.”

Ziyun Luo nodded.

The existence of a Supreme Treasure within the Demon Evil Clan is an absolute secret of Divine Peak, and he had Ziyan Sheng retrieve the treasure to leverage its power to protect Divine Peak’s status, perhaps even further.

Even in failure, the treasure’s secrets cannot leak.

Subsequently. 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Ziyun Luo looked at the disciple before him: “Since you’ve failed, rest for now. In a dozen years, the Saint Meet will occur, if you can stand out from it, you will indeed earn the Holy Land’s focused nurturing.

In this way, when the Divine Mandate Platform opens next, you’ll have a chance to make your name on the Investiture of the Gods.

Remember, the Investiture of the Gods is especially significant, if you can make your name there, you’ll be a candidate for the next Holy Lord, and as long as you don’t perish midway, becoming a Top Divine King in the future is assured.”

Though the Saint Meet involves all Holy Land Disciples, the actual focus is on the Saint Heirs of each peak.

Last Saint Meet, Ziyan Sheng achieved commendable results.

That.

Ziyun Luo was quite satisfied with.

However.

Just commendable results aren’t enough, to truly stand out requires surpassing the Saint Heirs of other peaks.

Although Ziyan Sheng’s current strength makes this difficult to achieve, he still harbors some hope.

In another aspect.

Shen Changqing was reflecting on the Saint Meet’s content, and after a while, he spoke solemnly: “Disciple has something to report to Master.”

“When?”

“When the disciple was about to leave the Death Forbidden Zone, coincidentally a set of Ancient Ruins emerged, although the disciple did not obtain an inheritance, he did acquire half a bowl of Divine Liquid.”

“What, Divine Liquid!”

Ziyun Luo’s formerly calm face drastically shifted, even his breathing became erratic.

An overwhelming aura pervaded from him, pressing on the space within the main hall.

To appear more plausible, Shen Changqing’s body trembled slightly, as if barely holding on.

Seeing this.

Ziyun Luo realized his unintentional display, took a deep breath, forced himself to return to calm, then managed a difficult smile: “You say you obtained half a bowl of Divine Liquid, where is it now?”

“Reporting to Master, the disciple consumed the Divine Liquid within the Ancient Ruins.”