Chapter 1542 - 447: You, You You...

As Xuanyuan Hao’s body exploded, a rainbow-colored light suddenly fled from the midst of the blood mist.

He looked at the enormous Dharma Seal before him, unable to believe his body was destroyed like this.

Coldly narrowing his eyes, Zhou Qing lightly raised his fingers, instantly weaving several Purple Gold Thunder Arcs into a net to tightly bind the Seven-Colored Primordial Spirit.

Amidst the flashing thunder light, the Primordial Spirit let out a piercing scream, yet no matter how it struggled, it could not escape.

In the end, Zhou Qing clenched his five fingers, causing the Purple Gold Thunder Net to suddenly contract, forcefully dragging the Primordial Spirit before him.

Within the rainbow-colored light, Xuanyuan Hao’s Primordial Spirit’s face was twisted, eyes filled with venom and terror, unable to resist any longer.

"You aren’t in the early-stage of Spirit Severing Realm; you’re mid-stage?" Xuanyuan Hao rasped.

Zhou Qing remained indifferent and silent, suddenly pointing his sword finger at Xuanyuan Hao’s brow.

"Insolent! I am..." Xuanyuan Hao’s furious cry abruptly cut off, his Primordial Spirit violently trembling, exuding a pale luminous flow.

As the Soul Search technique operated, his Primordial Spirit immediately began convulsing violently.

His face twisted into a terrifying shape, his mouth involuntarily twitching, emitting gasping, choking sobs of "Heh... Heh...".

Countless fragmented memories surged within the sea of Divine Sense—

Zhou Qing’s tightly shut eyes suddenly trembled, his brow furrowing deeply.

He saw Consort Chen being ruthlessly tortured by the Fifth Ancestor Yan Wuming, and Xuanyuan Hao’s disgraceful state begging for his life on his knees.

So this was the reason for your immense resentment towards me?

Using your cowardice and greed merely as excuses for venting on others.

Had you not coveted that so-called cultivation-enhancing secret technique.

Had you not rashly trespassed into my Taiqing Sect territory.

How would you have caught the attention of the Yan Family?

The truth of the Heavenly Dao is evident, and retribution unfailing.

All of this, it is simply your own doing.

Fortunately, the disappearance of the Taiqing Sect wasn’t related to the Yan Family, which finally relaxed his tense nerves slightly.

But this relief quickly faded, with deeper doubts surging in his mind:

So, where exactly did the vast Taiqing Sect go?

If it was a catastrophe that wiped out the sect, how could there be no traces of a fight whatsoever?

Such a subtle means, it seems like...

"Was it that Empyrean Golden Palm... or the innate spirit in the Grotto Heaven Forbidden Area?"

Zhou Qing’s pupils contracted sharply, a cold gleam flashing.

The only entities capable of making an entire sect vanish without a trace in an instant, apart from the Yan Family, were those unspeakable existences.

"No, I still need to return for another look. At worst, I should use the Daily Reflection to inspect it; perhaps there will be some unexpected harvest!"

As thoughts raced through Zhou Qing’s mind, his grip unconsciously tightened a bit.

When he came back to his senses, Xuanyuan Hao’s Primordial Spirit was flickering like a wind-blown candle ready to go out.

His expression steeled, swiftly forming his fingers into a sword.

Then he planted layer upon layer of sealing within the Primordial Spirit, afterward sealing it into a Jade Box.

At that moment, deep within the nine-tier palace above the firmament, the lamenting cry of a fortune dragon suddenly echoed sorrowfully, blood tearfully flowing.

"There is a cause for every grievance and a root for every debt." He gazed towards the direction of the Imperial City, his eyes carrying a cryptic aura.

The choice to temporarily spare Xuanyuan Hao’s life was mainly fear of attracting the attention of Xuanyuan Chong, the sly old fox.

Though he had already extinguished two early-stage Spirit Severing cultivators in succession, his own spiritual power had diminished greatly, requiring time to recuperate.

The more important reason, however, was that the blood feud between him and the Xuanyuan Family should not implicate the common people across the world.

The fall of the Human Emperor would surely cause chaos within the imperial court, ensuing in widespread turmoil, ultimately leaving the ordinary citizens to suffer.

Of course, once he finds a different place to settle matters with Xuanyuan Hao, this affair undoubtedly won’t be hidden for long.

But delaying it for just a moment means allowing those in the world a few more days of peace.

Moreover, the dynastic change is naturally a part of the Heavenly Dao’s cycle.

The old dynasty’s fate has run its course, and a new one is destined to rise.

This calamity of chaos in the world requires someone to initiate it.

And he, is merely adhering to the Heavenly Dao, acting as the fuse.

Subsequently, Zhou Qing grasped a top-grade wood attribute Spirit Stone in one hand, withdrew the Four-Color Restriction from the scene, and quietly left...

...

Duobao Trading House!

A hundred and seventy odd years have passed, traces of weathering marked Mo Tianheng’s brow, and fine lines adorned the corners of his eyes.

At this moment, he was meticulously examining a stack of Jade Scrolls, his brows slightly furrowed.

Duobao Trading House’s thirty-five sub-branches within the Holy Martial Dynasty have been facing declining business in recent years, greatly concerning him.

Suddenly, sensing something, he abruptly lifted his gaze towards one side.

Beside the tea table, an additional silhouette had appeared unnoticed, leisurely pouring tea for themselves.

The individual wore a silver-white mask, exuding poise and composure.

Mo Tianheng’s eyes narrowed, promptly tidying his attire and respectfully greeting, "This esteemed Taoist friend visiting late at night, surely isn’t here just for a cup of tea? What guidance might you have?"

Zhou Qing slowly raised his gaze, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia: "After all these years, you are still stuck at the early-stage of Spirit Severing Realm."

Mo Tianheng’s pupils slightly contracted.

The person’s speech indicated familiarity, evidently well-acquainted with him.

To appear in such a soundless manner, his cultivation must surpass his own.

He immediately stood and solemnly bowed, "By your words, could this be a reunion of old acquaintances?"

Zhou Qing reached out to remove his mask, revealing a face with a warm smile, "Elder Mo, long time no see."

Upon seeing the familiar face and the head full of white hair, a brilliant light sparked in Mo Tianheng’s eyes as he dashed forward, "Zhou Qing! How could it be you?"

Zhou Qing nodded with a smile.

The person before him was one of his few close friends in the Imperial City.

When he first entered the Divinity Transformation Realm, Elder Mo greatly assisted him.

He even bestowed a token symbolizing high honor upon him, a token that in a thousand years, had only been given out seventeen times.