Chapter 382: Daoist Talisman Promotion, 6-Yao Astrology, and Dragon Elephant Inheritance: The 3 Great Benefits! The Secret of Wang Xuanyang

“As for you…”

BANG!

An overwhelming presence formed a giant hand and crushed the Purple Mist Weather that Wei Changkong had instinctively summoned, smashing him so hard he saw stars and embedding him into the Sword Casting Platform!

With a disdainful glare and his white hair whipping in the air, Xu Longxiang had suppressed a Dragon Tiger Expert with a casual strike, treating him like a mere chick to be flicked aside!

“Pei Daoran might not be intimidated by Marquis Beicang, but now I’m here in person. You think I can’t handle you?”

“Stay down!”

A dull THUD echoed like muffled thunder.

Xu Longxiang manifested his Martial Saint’s Dharma Body. As if bolstered by an immense force, he lifted a single arm and seized Wei Changkong from afar, pulverizing the Horizontal Refinement foundation he had spent a hundred years building, inch by agonizing inch!

As cracks spiderwebbed across Wei Changkong’s skin, his blood vessels burst under the unbearable pressure, drenching him in a rain of his own blood…

His eyes turned completely blood-red.

By now, Wei Changkong’s heart was filled with terror, and aside from regret, only a single thought remained.

‘I should have listened to the divination from that Outer Daoist Expert all those years ago!’

‘I laid low for half my life, and everything was peaceful. The moment I decided to leave the Sect, I brought this disaster upon myself. The divination was right!’

‘Does that mean if I had just kept my head down, without making any waves, I really could have attained a Martial Saint’s Destiny before my time was up!?’

‘Unfortunately, this tribulation is far too great. I don’t think I can survive it…’

At this thought, Wei Changkong let out a low roar, gritted his teeth, and used all his strength to detonate his Dragon and Tiger Weather, momentarily breaking free from Xu Longxiang’s grasp!

Then, without a second thought, he transformed into a streak of Purple Mist and shot madly toward the horizon!

Flee! Flee!

He had to escape!

However, seeing Wei Changkong desperately burn his Essence Blood and detonate his Qi Sea—trading injury to his Dao for a chance at survival—Xu Longxiang merely scoffed in disdain and casually brought his massive palm down.

“A futile struggle.”

In an instant, the sky dimmed. The phantom of an Ancient Dragon Elephant blotted out the sun, transforming into a magnificent Five Finger Mountain that covered half of Golden Turtle Island!

Wei Changkong, who had instantly teleported hundreds of yards away, had already exhausted all his strength.

But no matter how he fled, he remained trapped beneath the colossal palm. He was like a mortal facing Celestial Might; no matter what tricks he used, he could not escape this prison!

Just as his heart filled with utter despair…

“Fellow Daoist, please stay your hand! Stop! Stop!”

From amidst the roiling clouds, an enormous Flying Ship suddenly came speeding through the air!

Then, a young Daoist clad in feathered robes, as handsome as an immortal, stepped off the Flying Ship with a panicked expression. He hastily activated a Divine Power Talisman, managing to block the palm Xu Longxiang had brought down!

“Outer Dao, Immortals?”

Xu Longxiang’s eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous and hostile aura. Chi Jing Daoist’s heart skipped a beat, and a shiver ran down his spine. A powerful sense of crisis erupted in his Divine Soul as alarm bells screamed a warning!

‘Which Martial Saint from Cangzhou who guards the Realm Gate is this? Why is his killing intent toward me so strong!’

‘That’s not right. Nearly sixty years ago, when the Great Xuan lost its ability to suppress the Immortal Pure Land, didn’t they stop classifying the Daoist and Buddhist Lineages as the Outer Dao?’

Over the past sixty years, as numerous Divine Power True Masters passed through the Realm Gate to arrive in the Great Xuan, they established their own Daoist Lineages.

Consequently, the traditions of the Immortal Pure Land sprung up like mushrooms, becoming legitimate factions in their own right.

The Great Xuan is now approaching its thousand-year anniversary, a time of great turmoil and uncertainty.

It was a known fact that for the past eight dynasties, whenever the thousand-year calamity struck and the paths of all the heavens aligned, leaving no Barriers between them…

the Human Immortal Dynasties of old, no matter what foolproof preparations they had made, inevitably met their doom, and the entire Celestial Universe would collapse into a state of disorder and chaos.

The only solution was to endure decades or even centuries of chaos, wait for the calamity to recede, and for an invincible figure blessed with immense fortune to emerge and restore order.

‘Right now, the Great Xuan is trying to cooperate with some of the major powers among the Immortals and in the Pure Land precisely to preserve its own foundation.’

‘At a critical juncture like this, I refuse to believe that this Martial Saint would dare to risk universal condemnation by attacking me!’

‘After all, the power behind me is one of the eternal Daoist Lineages from the Immortal Celestial Universe, one of the major players in the Great Xuan. I have powerful backing!’

“Hold on, Fellow Daoist!”

“I am Chi Jing, one of the Ten Great True Inheritances of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect! I accompanied the True Mansion Master of Dou Shu Mansion—one of the Six True Mansions—to this realm. Upon his arrival, our Mansion Master was granted the title of ‘Celestial Master’ by the Great Xuan, a rank equivalent to a Duke!”

“Fellow Daoist, do not make a move you will regret!”

Seeing the grievously wounded Wei Changkong flee as a streak of Purple Mist, Chi Jing Daoist feared Xu Longxiang might turn on him in a fit of rage, so he quickly announced his identity and backing.

At the same time, he looked in the direction Wei Changkong had fled and silently committed it to memory.

‘That fellow can’t die on me. My path to the True Master Great Dao requires me to successfully prophesize the destiny of one who possesses the Upper Realm Form.’

‘Be it a Titled Martial Saint, a Divine Power True Master, an Arhat, or whatever else…’

‘As long as just one of them succeeds, my attainment in Divine Techniques and my True Master realm will achieve Merit Perfection.’

But for some unknown reason.

‘In all the years past, every single person I predicted would have the destiny of a Martial Saint or True Master—even those with heaven-defying Qi Numbers—turned out to be tragically ill-fated.’

‘Once I finished their reading, every last one of them died within three to five years. This one has lasted the longest and come the closest.’

For the sake of his True Master Great Dao, and because he happened to be nearby, Chi Jing Daoist decided to intervene and stop Xu Longxiang, acting on the principle that it was worth a shot to save him.