Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1645 - 887: The Plot Fails, Entering Jixian Island (2)

Meanwhile, Zhao Sheng meditating upon the Dead Star remained oblivious to the "flaw" he had revealed, unaware that a vast net of schemes was silently unfurling across the Divine Continent, ready to ensnare him.

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Snowflakes gently fell amid the piercing chill of deep winter.

However, Heavenly Wave Lake retained a spring-like warmth within the frozen expanse, its limpid waters hosting numerous plump spiritual carp that surfaced from time to time, gaping to absorb the essence of sun and moon.

Hualong Island flourished with verdant foliage, concealing a serene, chilly small courtyard amid the trees, evoking a tranquil escape from the mortal realm.

As noon drew near, a towering figure abruptly materialized in the courtyard's heart.

Clad in a simple white Daoist robe, Zhao Sheng scanned about, beholding lush peach trees brimming with hefty crimson peaches on their limbs.

Centuries had elapsed, and true enough, the courtyard's Spiritual Peach Tree yielded another abundant harvest of Longevity Peaches.

With a subtle shift of his mind, Zhao Sheng caused a Longevity Peach—capped in red with jade-like skin—to drop from the branch into his grasp.

Just as he prepared to relish the peach's taste, his hand froze mid-motion.

Gazing toward the courtyard entrance, Zhao Sheng flicked his wrist.

In the next instant, a creak resounded, the gate eased open gradually, and a figure stepped inside from beyond.

Zhao Sheng felt profound astonishment upon recognizing the visitor.

The arrival offered a kind smile, advanced several steps, saluted deeply, and declared, "Zhao Chongxu, paying respects to the Daoist Master."

"You?!" Surprise gleamed in Zhao Sheng’s eyes as he queried, "I just got back and found you outside the gate. You must have waited a long while. Considering our past enmity, I never thought you’d show up willingly."

Zhao Chongxu kept his amiable grin and responded promptly, "No need to mention old grievances. I came at my great-grandfather’s behest, awaiting the Daoist Master’s return specifically.

The great-grandfather orders that upon your arrival, I escort the Daoist Master to Chongyue Cave Heaven. He awaits you there."

Grasping the situation, Zhao Sheng couldn’t resist asking, "What urgent matter prompts the Three Ancestors to summon me so hastily?"

Zhao Chongxu answered with his steadfast smile, "I don’t know. The Daoist Master will learn upon meeting the great-grandfather."

Deeming it reasonable, Zhao Sheng declared, "Very well, lead the way!"

Zhao Chongxu chuckled softly, plunged a hand into his robe’s pocket, withdrew a palm-sized White Jade Gate Tower, and tossed it lightly aloft.

The gate tower ascended, expanding swiftly into a majestic portal three feet tall and five feet broad.

Brows knitting, Zhao Chongxu intoned an incantation, projecting several rays of spiritual light at the gate tower.

After two breaths, expansive white luminescence bloomed beneath the gate tower, parting to unveil a series of green stone steps ascending the mountain all the way to the peak.

Zhao Chongxu turned to Zhao Sheng, made a courteous gesture, and said deferentially, "Master, please enter."

Free of any suspicions, Zhao Sheng strode through the gate tower, emerging onto the green stone stairs.

Zhao Chongxu trailed behind, his eyes signaling that the Three Ancestors resided at the summit.

Zhao Sheng nodded faintly and commenced climbing the steps, Zhao Chongxu following close.

Shortly thereafter, Zhao Sheng attained the mountaintop and encountered the seated Three Ancestors, Zhao Dashan.

The instant he mounted the summit platform, Zhao Dashan’s eyes flew open, his piercing gaze like bolts of lightning locking onto Zhao Sheng.

The very next moment, Zhao Dashan erupted in thunderous laughter, brimming with unbridled vigor.

"Haha, Chonghe, you’ve finally returned! I’ve been waiting here many years for you!" Zhao Dashan rose to his feet, resembling a colossal mountain springing to life.

Zhao Sheng smiled in comprehension, yet an odd sensation stirred inside him, struck by how wildly the typically composed Three Ancestors laughed!

This notion flashed briefly through his thoughts.

Ere Zhao Sheng could reflect more, he advanced toward Zhao Dashan, poised to bow and converse.

But before a single word escaped, a shocking turn befell!

Suddenly, inconceivable pressure plummeted from the void, as though the full burden of the Grotto Heaven crushed down upon him.

Though Zhao Sheng had attained Unification, this abrupt force pinned him immobile.

At that precise juncture, tremendous Earth Element Law Power coalesced into chains that bound him securely.

Beyond that, the Law Power pierced his Core Energy Sea, savagely repressing the Magic Power Sea.

Zhao Sheng reeled in total shock, staring incredulously at the beaming Zhao Dashan, his soul voice demanding, "Three Ancestors, why... this moment?"

Only then did he realize that the figure standing before him was already under the control of Old Ghost Wanxing.

"Haha, after searching everywhere, it shows up right when you stop looking! Exactly as I predicted, you've tumbled straight into my trap." Zhao Dashan sneered, abruptly covering his face with a silver-white mask.

With the Treasure's emergence, indifference filled his gaze, while his aura underwent a profound shift, growing elusive and aloof.

Zhao Sheng's heart jolted fiercely as full comprehension hit him: Zhao Dashan had yielded to Old Ghost Wanxing, transforming into his mere puppet.

Yet... Old Ghost Wanxing's true purpose remained a mystery to him, a dire realization flashing through his mind—oh no!

In that fleeting moment, Zhao Sheng uncovered a grave issue, an old incident surging back to memory.

Before Old Ghost Wanxing could launch any interrogation, Zhao Sheng boldly unleashed the Power of Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit burst forth explosively, the Purple Mansion Soul Sea crumbling into nothingness.

The very second self-destruction ignited, Old Ghost Wanxing's features contorted in alarm, but halting it proved impossible.

It had never foreseen such cold-blooded decisiveness from its foe!

In the end, it hadn't extracted a single word, but the enemy obliterated his Primordial Spirit without a second thought, demolishing every scheme in an instant.