Free Web NovelChapter 1662: Chapter 86: High-level Immortal Foundation, Ten Domains Patrol Angel
Shangyang Inner Scenery.
Ten miles above the ground.
A path of clouds and mist gathered from the ground, extending into the unknowable depths of the clouds.
Among the seven, Lu Xun stepped onto the cloud ladder first, heading upwards.
Seeing this, Lin Yuexi immediately followed.
The other few exchanged glances, and Bai Li was the first to follow, with Shen Yueru also stepping onto the cloud ladder.
"Brother, follow me!" Shen Yueru turned and said to Jiang Ning.
"Brother Jiang, please go ahead!" Ning Ke spoke up.
Jiang Ning nodded and also stepped directly onto the cloud ladder.
He knew that since the True Disciples of the Shangyang Immortal Sect were summoned here without choice, the cloud ladder must be climbed.
The Sequenced True Inheritor must be seen.
Stepping onto the cloud ladder, the cloud steps solid like white jade, felt warm to the touch.
As the altitude rose, the surrounding clouds and mist began to churn and change, shadows of the sun vaguely shifting, celestial sounds resonating in the ears.
As they ascended, the mist thickened, further limiting their vision.
After climbing a dozen more steps, the mist became denser; Jiang Ning could only see Shen Yueru’s back and could no longer see Bai Li’s form ahead.
After several steps.
The mist in front suddenly cleared.
A grand palace was floating in the void, built entirely of white jade and gold crystal, with eaves flying and beams and columns intricately carved and painted.
Around the palace hung a soft golden haze, ten shadows of great suns suspended above the hall, like high-hanging real great suns, casting down a warm radiance.
With the hall doors wide open, the arch above was inscribed with the three ancient script words "Shangyang Hall," the strokes powerful and vigorous, with a hint of Taoist resonance flowing.
The seven stood before the hall, exchanging glances.
The towering palace seemed as tall as a divine mountain, more than a hundred feet high.
The seven stood before the palace, as small as ants in comparison.
"Please enter, fellow disciples!"
As the seven paused, a clear male voice came from the palace.
The next moment.
The seven ascended the steps and entered the hall.
Inside the hall was much more expansive than its exterior appearance suggested, with a high dome where stars seemed to faintly appear.
The floor was laid with warm spirit jade, reflecting one’s image.
Most captivating was the center of the hall, where ten bright yellow meditation cushions were arranged in a circle, their texture neither silk nor hemp, faintly suffused with spiritual energy.
And upon one of these cushions sat a person.
A young man of upright stature, wearing a simple moon-white daoist robe, his long hair casually held up with a wooden hairpin.
Yet his face was shrouded in a layer of flowing, misty clouds, obscuring his specific features, only a pair of eyes visible through the mist, calmly watching the seven entering the hall.
His gaze was not sharp, yet seemed able to see into one’s heart, exuding an otherworldly calm and a lofty perspective looking down upon all beings.
Below the ten yellow cushions, and further away, were neatly arranged dozens of blue cushions.
"Please be seated," the young man’s voice echoed, differing from the vast cosmic voice that summoned everyone earlier; now his voice was calm and clear, resonating directly in everyone’s heart, devoid of any worldly flavor.
Lu Xun, Bai Li, and the others exchanged glances, each seeing the gravity in the others’ eyes.
This Sequenced True Inheritor had an unfathomable aura, merely sitting there as if merged with the entire Shangyang Hall and this inner scenery world, giving an impression of being unshakeable.
The seven moved to the front of the dozens of blue cushions as directed, not competing for position, but tacitly choosing the frontmost seven cushions, each sitting down in turn.
Jiang Ning sat on the left near the front, with Shen Yueru beside him, and Bai Li’s back ahead of him.
Once seated, the hall was silent, with only the ten great suns atop the hall emitting golden light.
The young man on the yellow cushion slowly gazed over the seven below, pausing briefly on Jiang Ning as if slightly surprised, but soon returned to calm.
"Do you have any questions, fellow disciples?" the young man asked.
"Greetings, Senior Brother!" Ning Ke gave a bow towards the young man on the yellow cushion and asked, "May I know from which era Senior Brother hails, and whether you are a true disciple of the Shangyang Immortal Sect?"
The young man said calmly, "Like you all, I am of this era; perhaps I entered the Shangyang Inner Scenery later than some of you."
"Then how did Senior Brother become a Sequenced True Inheritor?" Lin Yuexi asked.
"Nothing but the realm!" The young man replied faintly.
"What realm is Senior Brother in?" Lu Xun asked.
"Primordial God Immortal Realm! Due to the vacancy in the Sequenced True Inheritances of the Shangyang Immortal Sect, those achieving the Primordial God can temporarily fill one of the sequences." The young man’s voice was calm, yet it staggered those in the hall.
Primordial God Immortal!
Even in their respective worlds, this is truly a supreme figure.
Lu Xun, Ning Ke, Shen Yueru, and others have reached the Yang God Realm; though appearing only a step from Primordial God, it’s like a chasm lies between them.
This realm requires comprehension of the great path, using special methods and innate energy, to transform the divine soul and achieve the Primordial God.
"Senior Brother, does achieving Primordial God Immortal allow one to be listed among the ten Sequenced True Inheritances like Senior Brother?" Lu Xun couldn’t help but ask.
The young man shook his head lightly, "Ordinary Primordial God Immortals are not qualified. The minimum requirement for the ten Sequenced True Inheritances of the Shangyang Immortal Sect is a High-level Immortal Foundation."
"High-level Immortal Foundation?!" Lu Xun was instantly shaken.
Looking at the young man sitting on the yellow cushion ahead, his demeanor immediately turned respectful.
"Senior Brother has actually achieved a High-level Immortal Foundation!!" His tone was tinged with surprise, with added reverence.
Being from Jiuhua Mountain, with its long heritage, he knew a lot about the Immortal Dao and the extraordinary nature of a High-level Immortal Foundation.
For those achieving Primordial God, one or two in ten may have a mid-level Immortal Foundation, while one or two in a hundred may reach a High-level Immortal Foundation.
