Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 565 - 360: Guests Arrive at Flying Snow Peak_2

Chapter 565 -360: Guests Arrive at Flying Snow Peak_2

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand to catch the Space Storage Seal, his Divine Sense probing into the two inside.

After two breaths, he tossed one of them into Ye Tianyun’s arms and instructed, “Restore the Divine Temple as soon as possible, ensure the Guardian Spirit Beasts are also well managed, and distribute the remaining benefits to others.”

“Your subordinate will meticulously follow the Sect Leader’s decree!” With surging emotions and a face filled with elation, Ye Tianyun knelt on one knee and bowed to the Master.

Um!

No sooner had his voice fallen than Zhao Sheng had disappeared from his original location.

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Half a month later, the Five Passes Temple underwent another round of renovations, leaving the entire temple looking brand new.

After being closed for nearly half a year, the Five Passes Temple once again opened its gates. Devotees from several nearby states flocked to the temple upon hearing the news.

On the day the gates opened, Nuanyu Peak Mountain was packed with people shoulder-to-shoulder, to the extent that the temples were nearly bursting at the seams.

After worshipping the Five Passes God, devout followers began to notice various anomalies.

Firstly, the Divine Statue seemed more sacred and lively than it was half a year ago; after each prayer, they could faintly feel a gaze from the profound above, making their spirits feel closer and more connected to the Five Passes God.

Next, just by arriving at the temple, countless individuals felt their spirits relaxed and their bodies seemingly immersed in a mysterious aura, involuntarily easing, with minor ailments quickly healing without medicine.

The most impressive was that the Five Passes God seemed more efficacious than before. Some devotees, upon leaving the mountain, received their desires fulfilled in a few days.

After multiple verifications by many, the reputation of the Five Passes God’s efficacy spread rapidly not just through Songlan Prefecture, but also quickly propagated to the neighboring prefectures and states.

Day by day, the number of the Five Passions believers skyrocketed, with thousands becoming new followers daily.

As for those devout believers who invited the God into their homes for worship, they were too numerous to count.

The temple atop Nuanyu Peak was the most efficacious on ordinary days and it also housed the Main Temple of the Divine Sect.

Three months later, it no longer opened its doors to ordinary believers but only to the noble families with considerable power and status within the states and prefectures, who were allowed to ascend the temple steps to offer incense and worship.

As the Five Passes Divine Sect embarked on a path of rapid expansion, Zhao Sheng had also finished his recuperation.

Over the months, Green-headed Weng, for the sake of his life, had long since willingly submitted, proactively signing a master-servant contract.

Zhao Sheng left him to sit in the Main Temple and accept Ye Tianyun’s command.

One clear morning, as the dawn sun rose.

Above Nuanyu Peak, the clouds were shrouded in mist, with spirit light flickering faintly, a white tunneling light suddenly burst through the dense fog and sped westward, vanishing into the vast expanse of the Cloud Sea in the blink of an eye.

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Ten years later,

Under the scorching sunlight and piercing Gang Wind, the boundless Cloud Sea boiled and churned in the wind, lifting waves of cloud and mist. Floating Mountain appeared intermittently within the depth of the cloud waves.

Suddenly, a tunneling light dashed forward, piercing through layers of Cloud Mist, arriving above the Cloud Sea.

The silver-white radiance faded, revealing a handsome and impeccably postured young man in white robes.

It was undoubtedly Zhao Sheng.

He hovered in the Void, gazing into the distance at that Floating Mountain on the horizon.

The smoke wafted up from the mountain peaks, clouds cascading down in torrents thousands of feet into the mountain mist, churning the Cloud Sea. The fragments of dissipating clouds were like flying snow, reflecting the sky’s light and casting dazzling colors. The scene was majestic and enchanting, like an Immortal Realm.

Flying Snow Peak was Daoist Que Yue’s place of secluded cultivation, located directly above Chu State City, three hundred li high in the sky, close to the Earth’s atmosphere.

Looking up at the sky, one could clearly see the azure Heavenly Curtain below, with stars softly twinkling in the distance.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered a few times before he rapidly tunneled toward Flying Snow Peak.

Just entering within ten li, Zhao Sheng’s body suddenly felt as if it was bearing the weight of a great mountain, causing his tunneled speed to decrease drastically.

Occasionally, cloud fluff that hit him made a loud bang as if struck by a thousand-pound hammer.

The reason for this, Zhao Sheng knew, was the result of his Master’s inadvertent expansion of the Nascent Soul Domain while cultivating.

The perimeter of the mountain was merely the periphery of the Magic Domain, with less than one-tenth of its strength.

A third-rank top-grade spirit vein was transplanted within the body of Flying Snow Peak Mountain, and coupled with the restrictions of the Great Array, the concentration of spiritual energy nearby far exceeded ten times that of a normal third-rank spirit vein, artificially creating a “spiritual realm.”

“Indeed, it is undoubtedly a spiritual realm!”

Zhao Sheng landed in the Guest Pavilion at the foot of the mountain, slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the extremely pure nature’s spiritual energy, like a clear spring, poured into his body through all pores, nourishing his entire being. In an instant, he even moaned comfortably.

“Haha! Junior brother, you are late again!”

At this moment, a hearty laughter suddenly came from between the mountains, followed by a sword rainbow plunging down from the mountain and landing in the pavilion in the blink of an eye.

In a flash, the sword light dissipated.

A tall elderly cultivator with white hair and beard, and a ruddy complexion, stood a few steps away from Zhao Sheng, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Upon seeing him, Zhao Sheng immediately bowed with folded hands: “Sanbao pays respects to Eldest Senior Brother!”

Li Daoheng waved his sleeve, casting a mana wave to virtually lift his junior brother up while smiling, “It’s been many years. Junior Brother, you have made significant progress. I fear you might have reached the Golden Core Second Level. It’s really a matter for congratulations!”

Zhao Sheng responded with unusual humility, “Compared to Eldest Senior Brother, my progress is nothing. Eldest Brother is truly a rare genius. If one day I could advance to Nascent Soul like Eldest Brother, it would not be in vain that Master has taken so much care in nurturing me.”

Li Daoheng smiled lightly and was about to encourage his junior brother when he suddenly exclaimed in surprise, “He’s arrived so soon?”

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Zhao Sheng followed his gaze: “Who is coming? Is it Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, and the others?”

Li Daoheng didn’t answer.

But right after that, a clear melody trickled into Zhao Sheng’s ear, and suddenly, a flat boat appeared in his line of sight.

On the boat, someone was chanting a clear song, approaching from afar.

“A boundless sea of suffering seeks to be crossed from within a single leaf of a boat, fierce winds and raging waves aim to be navigated by the swinging of an oar… The way is like the sea, difficult among difficulties, forget coming and going…”

Zhao Sheng looked in the direction of the voice and finally saw the lone figure rowing the boat as if riding the clouds. The figure on the boat was increasingly clear, exuding an ethereal temperament.

“That is, that is…” Zhao Sheng felt a sense of familiarity with the comer. A name suddenly leapt to mind.

“It’s the Ancestor Master!” Li Daohan interjected.

“The Ancestor Master has actually made an appearance here! What could be the reason?” Zhao Sheng was extremely surprised.

In Cang Province, Ancestor Master is a legendary figure with an origin from the Heavenly Dao Sect, and his true Taoist name is unknown to all.

Since he often mocked himself as the guard dog hesitant to enter the gate, the people respectfully refer to him as the Door-guarding Elder, suspected to be a living True Monarch.

At this time, the boat approached Flying Snow Peak. Looking at the figure on the boat becoming more distinct, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt moved in his heart and turned his head only to see Li Daoheng clearly looking a bit nervous, his brow furrowing and relaxing, turbulent emotions visible in his heart.

Then, the elderly man on the boat stood up and from afar asked with a smile, “Is Daoist Que Yue here?”

Li Daoheng bowed deeply, performing the most respectful gesture towards the elder. Seeing this, Zhao Sheng quickly imitated.

“Replying to Ancestor Master, Master is in seclusion inside the mountain and it’s inconvenient for him to meet.

“No matter, the old I can wait a bit. Are the wine and dishes prepared on the mountain?”

“Please, Ancestor Master, the wine and exquisite dishes have already been prepared.”

“Hmm, you lad are always so meticulous, no wonder you’ve come to this day.”

Zhao Sheng stood silently in the pavilion, not uttering a word.

Who would have thought that at this moment, a clear gaze suddenly lingered on his face for a while, and the elder laughed and said, “Que Yue’s cultivation might not be very good, but he has a really keen eye for disciples, is this his newly accepted disciple? Good, very good!”

As the sound of his voice fell, Zhao Sheng suddenly felt that there was another person in the pavilion, seemingly not far, curiously sizing him up and down.

Zhao Sheng’s heart tensed, and as he looked up, he saw a disheveled Qing Shuo with a face full of black and red scars smiling at him.

“This…” Zhao Sheng was immediately dumbfounded, a familiar feeling mysteriously and vaguely stirring within him.

“Little baby, what is your name?”

On hearing this, Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered, and he bowed saying, “The younger generation’s Taoist name is Sanbao, surname-less by common terms, greets Ancestor Master!”

“That’s not right! You should be surnamed Zhao!”