bookrebus Chapter 1850 The storm is coming, so let's face it head-on!
Chapter 1850 The storm is coming, so let's face it head-on!
Master Huineng sensed the heavy atmosphere and spoke again: "However, young friend, there is no need to worry too much."
“Such a person’s every move has far greater implications, and he will not easily take risks himself unless it is a critical moment. He will more likely achieve his goals through his subordinates and arrangements. What you need to deal with is mainly the forces under his command.”
"Thank you for informing me, Master." Mingchuan took a deep breath and wrote down this heavy but valuable information.
"The Spirit Realm will be prepared. Please also be careful, Master. If the Dragon Roar Temple and the Silent Extinction Zen Temple find out that you are secretly helping me, they may do you harm."
Master Huineng smiled slightly, “I know what I’m doing. My Dafan Temple has a long history and is not one to be manipulated by others.”
But you, young friend, being at the center of this vortex, must be even more careful with your words and actions, and take care of yourself. You are a variable in the spiritual realm, and also a source of hope.
"I will remember this." Mingchuan bowed solemnly.
"That's all for today. If there's any emergency, you can contact me through Foyin. If I gain any new insights into the Star Gate Anchor Point and the movements of the Silent Zen Monastery, I will try to inform you."
"Thank you for your help, Master!"
The illusory image of the meditation room in the mirror gradually blurred, the scent of sandalwood dissipated, and the light of the Buddha seal also subsided, restoring its ancient appearance.
Contact has been lost.
Mingchuan stood alone in front of the Mirror of Heaven, gazing at the mirror reflecting the mountains and rivers of the Spirit Realm, remaining motionless for a long time.
The information provided by Master Huineng was enormous, and it also confirmed some of his worst-case predictions.
The process of the stargate manifesting is likely to be faster than expected, and the competitors are also more numerous and stronger than anticipated.
The Spirit Realm is like a small boat in the eye of a storm, seemingly calm for the time being, but in reality it is surrounded by huge waves from all sides.
“Chaotic Sky Sea… Venerable One… Multiple anchor points…” he muttered to himself, his eyes flashing as his brain raced, piecing together and analyzing new intelligence with known clues.
After a moment, his eyes hardened, and he made a decision.
"Someone come here!" he shouted in a deep voice.
The disciples guarding outside the platform immediately responded and entered.
"Issue the order: Supreme Elder Ye Yan, Vice Sect Master Jin Man, Senior Crimson Flame Fox, Senior Green-Faced Fox, Elder Ji Zhou of the Battle Hall, and External Affairs Meng Dalang, please come to the Suspended Hall Council Hall immediately. At the same time, send encrypted messages to the four sect masters and the Holy Son and Holy Daughter, informing them of the latest developments in the Holy Domain, and asking them to be prepared to hold joint meetings at any time."
"Yes!" The disciple accepted the order and quickly left.
Mingchuan took one last look at the Observatory, then turned and strode toward the council hall.
His steps were steady and powerful; the brief warmth just moments before and the pressure that followed now were transformed into an even more determined flame deep in his eyes.
A storm is coming, so let's face it head-on!
Since we can't avoid it, let's fight for a future of survival in this game that is sweeping across the heavens, for the Spirit Realm and for everyone around us!
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The Sacred Domain, Dragon Roar Temple, Moon Embracing Hall.
The eternal moonlight flowed through every corner of the palace, making the white jade floor look like ice crystals.
However, unlike the absolute tranquility of the past, an indescribable low pressure permeated the hall at this moment.
Fairy Yueyao wore a flowing, moon-white gown, its hem adorned with tiny, sparkling diamonds that shimmered with a cool light as she walked.
She walked slowly into the main hall, her beautiful face expressionless, except for the icy blue mark between her brows, which seemed even deeper than usual, faintly revealing weariness and suppressed anger.
Her attempt to probe the situation at Dafan Temple three days ago did not yield the results she had anticipated.
The old monk Huineng appeared kind and gentle, but in reality, he was slippery and cunning.
After a series of witty exchanges, she not only failed to figure out the Dafan Temple's trump card, but also vaguely sensed that the other party seemed to have noticed something, maintaining a detached yet wary distance.
This feeling of being unable to control things made her extremely unhappy.
What bothered her even more was that on her way back from Dafan Temple, she received an urgent message from the Fallen Star Wasteland.
Her carefully cultivated stronghold was attacked by an unknown force. The core of the formation was destroyed, and the evil spirits went berserk in fright. Not only was the process of stabilizing the star gate node interrupted, but many ascetics and puppets were also lost.
Even the most important sacrificial offerings were rescued!
Although the attacker's exact identity could not be confirmed in the message, the first person Yueyao thought of was Mingchuan, who had repeatedly ruined her plans!
Besides him, who else has such courage, and who else can accurately find and destroy the key to her cooperation with the Jimie Zen Temple in such a short time?
"Mingchuan...it's you again!"
Yueyao's slender fingers unconsciously tightened, her long nails almost digging into her palms.
She walked to the high white jade throne in the center of the hall, but did not sit down immediately. Instead, she looked up at the void behind the throne, which seemed to contain the tangible moonlight.
That's the direction from the entrance to the cave where Yue Wuyai is in seclusion.
Although the stone gate was tightly closed and the restrictions were strict, she could feel that unfathomable pressure was subtly enveloping the entire Lan Yue Palace.
After Yue Wuyai emerged from seclusion, although he still entrusted external affairs to her, seemingly with trust, Yue Yao could clearly feel the omnipresent scrutiny and constraints.
The complete failure of the Dengyuntai project seems to have made Yue Wuyai doubt her abilities.
The destruction of her base in the Fallen Star Wasteland will likely further diminish her importance in Yue Wuyai's heart.
"We must turn the situation around..." Yueyao took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She turned around, gracefully sat in the main seat, her gaze sweeping across the empty hall, and spoke in a clear, cold voice: "Chuan Yue Wuhen, Yue Qingshuang, Yue Hanying."
A moment later, three figures appeared silently in the main hall and bowed in greeting.
"Greetings, Fairy."
These were none other than the three Palace Masters: Yue Wuhen, Yue Qingshuang, and Yue Hanying.
The three of them had fully recovered their energy compared to when they ascended the Cloud Platform, and even showed signs of improvement. Clearly, Yue Wuyai had bestowed many benefits upon them after leaving seclusion.
Yueyao's gaze slowly swept over the three of them.
Yue Wuhen still wore a refined smile, but the composure in his eyes had diminished, replaced by a solemnity.
Yue Qingshuang had a cold and beautiful face, holding a jade plate, and stood silently.
Moonlight Shadow remained shrouded in a faint shadow, its aura elusive.
Yueyao cut to the chase: "The trip to Dafan Temple was fruitless. The old monk Huineng's attitude was ambiguous; he neither explicitly refused nor expressed support. He probably knows more about the Star Gate than we think, and he is observing it in secret."
Yue Wuhen pondered for a moment and said, "Dafan Temple has a long history, and Master Huineng is even more unfathomable. His silence may be because he is waiting for a better price, or he may have sensed the existence of the Jimie Zen Temple and is therefore hesitant."
"Concerns?" Yueyao snorted coldly. "He's probably afraid of getting burned. Those lunatics at the Silent Zen Temple act without any scruples; they're indeed a headache."