Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1632 - 878: Spiritual Treasure True Form Tribulation

Two days flew by in an instant.

At this break of dawn, mist enveloped Heavenly Wave Lake, while spirit fish gathered at the surface, greedily inhaling the spiritual fog.

Soon after, as the sun's rays poured over the lake, a beam of Flowing Light tore through the emptiness, landing right on the water and shifting into an elder in Daoist robes, his hair white and face scholarly.

The elder scanned the surroundings, and finding nobody there, a faint smile crept onto his lips.

He straightened his clothes, then walked across the water, advancing steadily toward Hualong Island,

Moments later, the Daoist-robed elder had traversed hundreds of miles over the lake, nearing the island's shore, when a massive silhouette abruptly emerged a few miles distant.

This arrival stood tall with a fierce look, dressed in an opulent Purple Gold Myriad Phenomena Robe.

Spotting this individual, the Daoist-robed elder furrowed his brow, but before words could escape him, the figure blinked forward and stood right in front.

"Zhao Chongjing, why aren’t you staying in Wanbao Hall? Why have you come to Hualong Island today?"

The Daoist-robed elder let out a cold snort, his voice booming deeply, "Zhao Tianyi, this isn’t Foreign Affairs Hall; why shouldn’t I come here? I should instead be questioning you—I’m here by decree, yet you’re here uninvited. Hmph, when we’re before the Three Ancestors later, don’t blame me for charging you with negligence."

The arrival was none other than the Hall Master of Foreign Affairs Hall, Zhao Tianyi.

Actually, after getting the First Daoist’s summons, Zhao Tianyi had rushed over to Hualong Island with his belongings in haste.

To his surprise, Zhao Chongjing from Wanbao Hall had beaten him there, leading to their direct confrontation.

Zhao Tianyi shot back at once upon hearing those words, "What a coincidence! I was invited by Daoist, which is why I’m here today."

"You too?!" Zhao Chongjing arched a brow, then let out a chilly laugh, "Ha, what a coincidence indeed!"

Just two generations apart stood Zhao Chongjing and Zhao Tianyi, and ever since Zhao Tianyi ascended to the Divinity Transformation Realm, fate had cast them as bitter rivals.

They clashed over True Monarch standings in the Divinity Transformation Stage, with neither gaining a clear upper hand until they both reached Returning to Void, eventually taking charge of Foreign Affairs Hall and Wanbao Hall.

Even after more than seven millennia, bad blood simmered between them, with hidden resentments piling up endlessly.

Fate might have orchestrated this "reunion" of the two hall masters once more on Hualong Island.

Zhao Tianyi’s visage turned grim; brushing off Zhao Chongjing’s taunting grin, he strode directly toward the island’s heart.

"Wait!" Zhao Chongjing darted ahead, abruptly cutting off his route.

"Little Yi, do you not understand the rules of first come, first served? I’m here first; move to the back."

Met with Zhao Chongjing’s taunt, Zhao Tianyi’s face grew even stormier, "Move aside, don’t force me to act!"

Hearing that, Zhao Chongjing inwardly thrilled, goading on purpose, "Try acting? If not, don’t blame me for looking down on you."

Goodness!

For ancient monsters who’ve endured seven or eight thousand years to bicker so childishly and hotheadedly—should Divinity Transformation Stage cultivators witness it, the shock would be immense!

"Hmph!" Zhao Tianyi refused to take the bait so simply, just huffed coldly as his form erupted into a ray of Flowing Light, racing into the island’s depths.

"Trying to escape? It’s not that easy!" A vicious glint sparked in Zhao Chongjing’s eyes, his concealed right hand within the sleeve twitching abruptly.

In the instant that followed, innumerable sturdy vines sprouted from thin air, twisting into a swift snare that ensnared Zhao Tianyi outright.

Bang!

Hardly had the vine net contracted into a sphere before radiant golden light shattered it, vines exploding into countless fragments.

Zhao Tianyi rode a golden Light Sword, bursting free from the debris storm, yet progress halted as Zhao Chongjing grinned ahead, barring the path.

"You’ve broken the rules!"

"No, you... broke the rules!" Zhao Chongjing slyly fired back, dodging the snare.

Zhao Tianyi reined in his fury, murmuring calmly, "Zhao Chongjing, stop being unreasonable! If we disturb the First Daoist, both our faces will be lost."

At those words, Zhao Chongjing’s mind jolted, poised to snap back.

Right then, their faces shifted as a crisp voice rang in their ears: "Since you’re here, come together!"

"Yes!"

"By command!"

Neither Zhao Tianyi nor Zhao Chongjing dared delay, bowing their heads in swift compliance.

Afterward, they shot each other looks, both snorting coldly before turning away sharply.

However, both of them shot skyward, racing through the air toward the island's core.

Before long, they landed in the courtyard together, finally coming face-to-face with Zhao Sheng, who lounged under the tree savoring his tea.

"Tianyi greets Daoist!"

"Wanbao Hall's Zhao Chongjing greets Daoist!"

Their salutations appeared the same at first glance, but harbored subtle variances.

Zhao Chongjing's heart dropped, inwardly detecting something amiss.

Just then, Zhao Sheng smiled and spoke, "No need for formalities, come sit."

Noting the Daoist's friendly manner, Zhao Chongjing eased a bit, hurrying to the seat next to Yun and settling down with care.

Unlike the wary Zhao Chongjing, Zhao Tianyi seemed utterly at ease, strolling to Zhao Sheng’s left side and plopping down without a care.

Zhao Sheng poured tea for them first, then gestured for them to sample it.

Zhao Tianyi sipped and exclaimed in awe, "This tea’s lingering flavor refreshes endlessly, a supreme treasure of the mortal realm!"

Having tasted it, Zhao Chongjing remarked, "This tea brims with Taoic resonance, three parts nurturing the Primordial Spirit, six parts bolstering vitality, one part linking to the Tao—truly beyond the mundane world!"