Chapter 702 - 386: Teaching the Yellow Court, Dao Title: Dingzhen_2
Chapter 702: Chapter 386: Teaching the Yellow Court, Dao Title: Dingzhen_2
Closing the panel, Su Yu gazed at the hall in a daze for a while before turning his head to look at the grand entrance; this time, he felt no danger.
"Alright, I’m now a direct disciple of the Saint."
He glanced at the Shangqing Eight Trigrams Immortal Garment on his body, which served as his pass.
Taking bold steps to the door, Su Yu took a deep breath and pushed open the hall doors.
A deep, resounding rumble echoed, and blinding sunlight poured in, revealing the sight of Jin’ao Island’s Biyou Palace to Su Yu’s eyes.
Biyou Palace, situated at the heart of Jin’ao Island, was built against the formidable peaks, with its towering edifices piercing the sky. Nothing in the mortal world could compare to even a fraction of its magnificence. The palace walls were constructed from chaotic azure jade, with swirling stardust within. The flying eaves and dougong brackets resembled giant dragons reaching with their claws, and golden bells hung from the eaves, made from congealed purple tribulation lightning.
Nine thousand jade steps spiraled upwards in front of the palace, flanked by celestial grass and flowers exuding innate fragrance, their exotic aroma forming a tangible golden mist that lingered in the air.
This was the confluence of innate clear Qi, transforming any ordinary grass that absorbed it into Spirit Grass.
Ascending the jade steps, before the wide-open palace door stood an ancient Spirit Root towering to the skies, resembling a coiling dragon. Its bark was like cast bronze, representing one of the five great primordial Spirit Roots, the Tree of Good and Evil.
Its branches and leaves were divided into black and white; the black leaves were as deep as night, while the white leaves were as clear as the morning light. Patterns like living creatures danced among the intertwining boughs.
Scattered along its branches hung fruits, half black and half white, enshrouded in innate clear Qi. Just a moment’s gaze evoked the discernment of good and evil, the profoundness of cause and effect striking directly at one’s Dao heart.
Su Yu descended the jade steps, arriving at the palace door, and the scene before him was even more breathtaking.
Below the steps, nebulae slowly swirled, as if treading on the pinnacle of the universe. The sky was boundless, with constellations densely spread across it.
This was no illusion but a projection of ancient stars detained by the Saint, with cold starlight cascades showering the courtyard, where rare treasures thrived.
Spirit Fruits, red as rosy clouds, bent the branches resembling corals, containing thunder-fire Immortal Jujubes that could increase one’s mystical cultivation by a thousand years. Peach trees coiled like dragons, with pink-white Spirit Fruits radiating soft light, clear Qi condensing into Immortal dew dripping down. Purple jade Reishis thrived at the corners of the halls, nine-leafed orchids bloomed before the steps, and exotic grasses and rare blossoms filled the air with vibrant colors, where innate clear fragrance mingled with the sweetness of Spirit Fruits...
What was rare outside was abundant here, overflowing the gardens due to long neglect.
Su Yu took a deep breath, lifting his gaze to the profusion of blooming flowers, and couldn’t help but sigh.
"Once upon a time, this place must have been bustling like a market."
"Countless Immortal robes fluttered as Immortals discussed the Dao, their magical artifacts chimed, but now all has turned to smoke and clouds."
Looking around, the vast Biyou Palace held only him as a living person, not a single Spirit Beast in sight.
He wandered through the Immortal Palace, exploring its many halls with interest, imagining the grand assemblies of the Jie Sect in its heyday, where Immortals cultivated and debated the Dao.
"But those times can never return."
The Jie Sect once had four direct disciples, four outer disciples, and the attending Seven Immortals among other core disciples.
Among the four direct disciples, Great Senior Brother Duobao was transformed into a Buddha by the Supreme Saint, becoming the founder of the Hinayana Buddhism, titled the Tathagata Buddha, and could not return.
The Golden Spirit Holy Mother fell during the Investiture of the Gods, her True Spirit ascending to the list as Doumu Yuanjun.
The Turtle Spirit Holy Mother was utterly annihilated, with not even her True Spirit remaining.
Only the Unstoppable Holy Mother survived, now cultivating at the Li River under the name of Mother Li Mountain.
The four outer disciples, Zhao Gongming and the Three Heavens, were all enlisted on the Investiture of the Gods.
The Seven Immortals attending also perished, fled, or defected, with none to be found now.
Additionally, there were disciples like the Ten Heavenly Lords, but their fate was similar, with most enlisted as well.
Though not dead, once their true form entered the Investiture of the Gods, they could not act of their own will, only driven by the Celestial Court.
"So now, the Jie Sect only has Sister Unstoppable and me left."
"I will visit Sister Unstoppable after a while, and deliver that strand of Chaos Origin to Qingchan, then go to Li River to see if Yusheng is still there. If he’s still there, I won’t be polite."
Wandering aimlessly, Su Yu unintentionally looped around to the other side of Biyou Palace, where he saw a golden bell hanging within an Immortal Pavilion.
"What’s this for?"
"Is it a bell for gathering disciples?"
Su Yu pinched his chin, a whimsical thought arose:
"If I ring this golden bell, would it summon disciples of the Jie Sect?"
He was somewhat tempted, but after some thought, he ultimately restrained himself.
His master hadn’t intended to gather the disciples, and he did not want to incur his master’s displeasure by overstepping his bounds.
Shaking his head, he turned to leave.
But as he took a step, Sect Master Tongtian’s voice rang in his ears:
"This is the Biyou Golden Bell. Ringing it will summon my Jie Sect disciples to gather. You are this sect’s final disciple; if the need arises, you can ring the bell to congregate the disciples."
Su Yu saluted:
"My current cultivation is too low; summoning the seniors is too early."
"You can decide at your discretion."
A set of instructions magically appeared in his mind, detailing numerous precautions for striking the golden bell.
Different ways to strike the bell represented different meanings.
If one did not understand the ringing method, the bell’s sound would echo through every corner of the Earth Immortal Realm.
But if one used a special ringing method, the bell’s range could be selected.
"Understood, disciple."
Returning to before the main hall, Su Yu soared into the sky, quickly surveying the entirety of Biyou Palace, where palace buildings stretched for thousands of miles, covered by a veil of misty purple Qi.
Inside, all was silent, but outside, there was noise and commotion.
Hundreds of Qingluan flock flying alongside Biyou Palace, their snowy feathers streaming with radiance, their voices clear and penetrating the clouds, all of them Pure Immortals and Profound Immortals, led by a Qingluan of the highest Golden Immortal grade.
Various rare birds and wondrous beasts dwelt among the Spirit Springs and Divine Trees, a Phoenix perched at the pinnacle of a sycamore, a Qilin bowed its head to drink by a Spirit Spring, and a Profound Turtle lay with a stele on a reef.
Amidst the bustling diversity, all maintained order, painting an innate auspicious picture of ’birds ascending to nobility, scales and shell creatures at peace’.
"Jin’ao Island is indeed home to many Immortal birds and wondrous beasts, and of such high grades too."
With a single step, Su Yu passed through the purple light barrier, arriving outside Biyou Palace, immediately catching the attention of the Qingluan flock, led by the Qingluan who turned its gaze upon him as a gentle breeze caught Su Yu’s robe.
It seemed like a gentle breeze, but was actually the pressure of Golden Immortal status, enough to easily immobilize a Profound Immortal outside, yet unable to affect him in the slightest.
The Qingluan’s gaze rested upon Su Yu, its intelligent eyes revealing a trace of shock. Its form flickered, releasing a radiance that gathered into a radiant woman draped in colorful clouds, who respectfully bowed:
"Qingxia greets the True Immortal of the Jie Sect!"
Su Yu didn’t ask any foolish questions about how she knew his identity, but directly inquired:
"How many Golden Immortal friends remain on Jin’ao Island?"
Qingluan promptly replied:
"There are seventeen fellow Daoists on the island, scattered across different regions. Does the True Immortal need to gather them? This humble one is willing to convey the message for the True Immortal."
Su Yu smiled and waved a hand:
"No need, I was just asking."
There was no point in gathering them now. His current strength was insufficient to command them; better to wait until he became a Golden Immortal himself.
After bidding farewell to Qingluan, Su Yu wandered alone on the island.
The vast Jin’ao Island was enormously huge, and after making a round, he roughly estimated that it was even larger than Blue Mountain, which shocked him greatly.
It’s important to know that Biyou Palace wasn’t truly on an island, but on the back of a colossal Golden Ao of the Daluo level.
With a body spanning millions of kilometers, it was simply unbelievable.
Unfortunately, the Golden Ao was currently asleep, preventing him from seeing its head and limbs.
Moreover, a fog shrouded the edge of Jin’ao Island, and outsiders with cultivation below Golden Immortal couldn’t see Jin’ao Island even though it was right in front of them.
Still, some Spirit Birds, wondrous beasts, or demons would occasionally find their way through the mist and enter the island by chance, where they mostly chose to stay for cultivation, embodying the so-called destiny.
Though lacking Spirit Veins, Jin’ao Island had the endless star power of the stars, which sometimes leaked innate clear Qi, stronger than any Spirit Vein in the world.
Su Yu made a round of Jin’ao Island and witnessed the numerous Immortal Beasts.
No matter whether it was a demon or otherwise, as long as it entered Jin’ao Island, shed its wildness, and awakened its spiritual wisdom, it could be called an Immortal Beast.
Of the seventeen Golden Immortal level Immortal Beasts mentioned by Qingluan, he only encountered three: a Golden Immortal Qilin, a Golden Immortal Nine-colored Spirit Deer, and a Golden Immortal Golden Ao, likely a descendant of the one beneath him.