The island master, Master Yuanyang, easily blocked it.
…
“Master Yuanyang is so strong?”
Daode Immortal Sect, Mu Mengting was also paying attention to the East Sea.
He wanted to see with his own eyes how Master Yuanyang would kneel and beg for mercy under the suppression of Mu Qingliu.
However, what happened next made his scalp tingle.
Mu Qingliu, holding the Taihao Immortal Mirror and deemed invincible, was actually blocked by Master Yuanyang?
…
Above the Nine Heavens.
Mu Qingliu stood with the Taihao Immortal Mirror above his head.
He was caught in a certain dilemma of whether to advance or retreat.
Initially, Mu Qingliu thought that subduing Master Yuanyang would not encounter any accidents.
That was why he came to the East Sea at the first opportunity, taking action against Baiyu Island.
Persimmons must be picked to squeeze the soft ones.
Compared with the Blood Demon Sea, the Demon Saint’s Nest, and the Nether Palace,
Master Yuanyang naturally belonged to an undisputed soft persimmon. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
But to his surprise,
this ‘soft persimmon’ turned out to be the world’s hardest stone.
For Mu Qingliu, Master Yuanyang, whose combat power had reached the Void Refinement Limit and was even surpassing the limit, was the one he least wanted to deal with.
The Ghost Cultivator King of the Nether Palace, the Blood Demon of the Blood Demon Sea, and the Demon Saint from the Demon Saint’s Nest had unique trump cards,
and even with the Taihao Immortal Mirror in hand, Mu Qingliu could not totally annihilate them.
But at least, he could dominate the fight.
Yet facing Master Yuanyang, Mu Qingliu didn’t even have the confidence to win, let alone dominate.
What worried Mu Qingliu even more,
was if Master Yuanyang joined hands with the Ghost Cultivator King, the Blood Demon, and the Demon Saint, Daode Immortal Sect might face the worst situation in tens of thousands of years.
“Master Yuanyang.”
“I think there has been some misunderstanding between us…”
Mu Qingliu was silent for a moment, put away the Taihao Immortal Mirror, and secretly transmitted his voice.
Next, Mu Qingliu transmitted a few more words and then turned to leave.
In the skies above Baiyu Island.
Lin Yuan stood aloft.
Quietly watching Mu Qingliu leave.
“Seeking to cooperate with me?”
Lin Yuan pondered the words Mu Qingliu had just privately transmitted.
In summary,
it meant one thing.
The animosity between Daode Immortal Sect and him, Master Yuanyang, was not irresolvable.
The two could cooperate.
As for the specifics of this cooperation,
the details could be discussed.
…
In Central Divine Continent.
Above the Nine Heavens.
Mu Qingliu’s gaze was contemplative.
Upon reflection,
there was not much irreconcilable hatred between Master Yuanyang and Daode Immortal Sect.
It was just that Master Yuanyang had eradicated Daode Immortal Sect’s foothold in the Eastern Sea Islands—the Black Gauze Archipelago.
But that,
Mu Qingliu could choose to forgive.
It was just the Black Gauze Archipelago, after all.
As for his rash move against Baiyu Island earlier, Mu Qingliu could totally make up for it in other ways.
“If I could cooperate with Master Yuanyang…” Mu Qingliu’s heartbeat quickened.
Master Yuanyang was an Ancient Saint from the Taiyang lineage, and moreover, an Ancient Saint who had surpassed the Void Refinement Limit.
Such an Ancient Saint was simply a natural nemesis to those wicked and evil powers.
If he were to join forces with him,
it would be entirely possible to completely eradicate Nether Palace and the Blood Demon Sea.
Before today,
Mu Qingliu had never thought about dealing with Nether Palace and Blood Demon Sea.
Because it was very difficult to achieve.
Even with the Immortal Artifact Taihao Immortal Mirror, it couldn’t be done.
This time, he held the Taihao Immortal Mirror in his hand as he left Mount Morality Immortal,
with the intention of merely suppressing those three old fellows to teach them a lesson, so they wouldn’t get any ideas.
That was all.
But now,
Mu Qingliu saw hope.
“Cloud Mist Blessed Land?”
Mu Qingliu suddenly stopped.
His gaze turned towards the Cloud Mist Blessed Land below.
Just before leaving, he had sent a few messages to Master Yuanyang.
Among them was the possibility of cooperation.
As for how to cooperate, the two needed to find a place to discuss it in detail.
In the end, Mu Qingliu chose Cloud Mist Blessed Land.
As for why not Mount Morality Immortal… Mount Morality Immortal was the old den of the Immortal Sect, and it was unknown how many strategies had been laid out by past Sect Masters.
Mu Qingliu figured that if they really chose Mount Morality Immortal, then Master Yuanyang would not come.
The Cloud Mist Blessed Land was quite appropriate.
Although the Cloud Mist Blessed Land was one of the 108 Blessed Lands,
it hadn’t been rigged with many schemes.
With Master Yuanyang’s strength, the entire Cloud Mist Blessed Land was as insubstantial as tissue paper in his eyes.
Choosing Cloud Mist Blessed Land meant that he, Mu Qingliu, absolutely had no other schemes up his sleeve.
And the Cloud Mist Blessed Land was very close to Mount Morality Immortal; if the discussion did not go well, Mu Qingliu also had an escape route.
One final point.
Compared to other Blessed Lands of Central Divine Continent,
the importance of Cloud Mist Blessed Land was not high, the only benefit being its ability to prolong life slightly.
But the life-prolonging efficacy of Cloud Mist Blessed Land was negligible for cultivators.
…
Swish.
Mu Qingliu descended into the Cloud Mist Blessed Land.
“Greeting the Sect Master.”
Chunhua and Qiuyue’s faces were filled with panic, not knowing what matter brought the Sect Master to them.
“Where is Wuji?”
Mu Qingliu asked.
“The young master, he… is in seclusion…”
Qiuyue spoke with a trembling voice, “I’ll go tell the young master right away…”
“No need… Wuji…”
Images of Jun Wuji flashed through Mu Qingliu’s mind.
Moreover, the images of Jun Dongjin, Mu Lian’er, Jun Xiaoyao, and Jun Zhilan all passed through his mind in succession.
For some reason, Mu Qingliu felt somewhat sorrowful at this moment.
For the benefit of the Mu Family, he had ultimately given up on Jun Dongjin, and even his two grandchildren, Jun Xiaoyao and Jun Zhilan, had been sent to the distant Vast Cliff Mountain.
Only Jun Wuji, the grandson who had been scarcely noticeable since childhood, had escaped disaster, but even so, he was separated from his own parents and brothers.
“Wuji…”
“Let him continue his cultivation.”
“Don’t disturb him…”
Mu Qingliu sighed.
Despite being somewhat cruel, he, Mu Qingliu, did not feel he had done anything wrong.
“Do not go up to the attic on the mountain top.”
“I shall meet a Daoist friend there.”
Mu Qingliu ordered a few words, then his figure disappeared.