Chapter 724 – The Changing Sky (I)

When Ilbu finished speaking, he “saw” Xu Qi’an at the front of the boat, as if he had been hit by a blow to the head, his pupils slightly dilated and his expression instantly stagnant.

“If there is nothing else, this Spirit Wisdom Master will take his leave.”

Ilb withdrew his gaze and spoke in a flat tone, intending to walk away.

“Wait!”

Xu Qi’an slowly exhaled and asked:

“Is the ancestry of the first superintendent in Xiangzhou?”

He asked the question with a calm surface, but his heart tensed quietly.

Ilb frowned:

“How do I know, I just know, why should I tell you.”

After taking the opportunity to dislike Xu Qi’an, he twisted his head and left.

In the slightly burning sunlight, Xu Qi’an sat at the bow of the boat, silent.

“What’s wrong?”

Munan Gardenia, on the other side of the boat, asked a question.

Out of their familiarity with each other, she could sense that Xu Qi’an’s state was a bit off, getting the refining materials to resurrect Wei Yuan should have made him happy, but he was sitting there in a daze.

Xu Qi’an let out a breath and settled down, saying:

“Remember what happened to the map of the Chai Family Tomb?”

Mu Nanjia cocked her head and thought about it:

“The Chai family’s ancestors used to be tomb guardians, then their family was exterminated because of the map of the Great Tomb, and their only, uh, child was sold to the southern border as a slave, then they came back to Xiangzhou and established the current Chai family.”

The words she stumbled over, trying to remember.

Xu Qi’an asked again:

“And whose tomb do you think that tomb is?”

Munan Gardenia snapped:

“How would I know!”

Bai Ji chimed in, “That’s right!”

Alas …….. Xu Qi’an said with a half sigh and half exhale:

“And what if I told you that the first superintendent’s name was Shiba Shinjyou?”

Mu Nanjia and Bai Ji simultaneously tilted their heads to the left, their expressions confused and dainty and cute.

Their brains didn’t turn over.

Xu Qi’an couldn’t tell for a moment if they hadn’t remembered the figure of the Primordial Supervisor, or if they hadn’t understood the meaning of his words.

After all, the information of the first Supervisor is shielded from the sky, but because of the sense of historical severity, it cannot be completely forgotten.

“The owner of the great tomb is the Primordial Supervisor.” Xu Qi’an directly revealed the mystery.

Then, Mu Nanjia and Bai Ji stared at the same time with wide, round eyes.

“That Chai Xing’er is the descendant of the first generation of Supervisor Zheng?” Mu Nanjian felt that Xu Qi’an was talking nonsense and was in disbelief:

“How is that possible, the last name Chai abounds, maybe it’s a coincidence.”

“It’s a coincidence!” Baiji repeated.

Xu Qi’an shook his head:

“There are many people with the surname Chai, but not many who can make Xu Pingfeng personally come to the door. There are no such coincidences in the world.

“Moreover, the Primordial Supervisor died five hundred years ago in the Wuzong Rebellion, so in terms of time, although it is impossible to prove that the Chai Family has a history of five hundred years, there is no contradiction.”

Pushing the timeline a bit, the Chai family was originally a tomb guardian, and then gave up their tomb guardian status and settled in Xiangzhou. Later, because someone coveted the map of the Great Tomb, the Chai family was exterminated. And sold the only child to the southern border as a slave.

More than a hundred years ago, that child returned to Xiangzhou and became the ancestor of today’s Chai family.

In other words, the Chai Family’s history of existence would definitely not be less than two hundred years.

So there is no contradiction in time.

“I used to wonder why Xu Pingfeng paid attention to a small Jianghu family. Compared to him, a Second Grade Warlock, the Chai Family is like a mole cricket. After knowing that the Chai family possesses the map of the mysterious tomb, I began to wonder again why this tomb could attract Xu Pingfeng’s attention.”

Xu Qi’an pinched his brow, “Later, I thought that Xu Pingfeng had contacted the head of the Corpse Compass Ministry and saw the map from him before following the line and finding the Chai family.”

Mu Nanjian took a long time to digest his words and frowned:

“Isn’t it?”

“Don’t rule that out, but maybe there’s another possibility!”

Xu Qi’an’s face turned a little ugly:

“Perhaps, Xu Pingfeng learned about the Great Tomb from that lineage five hundred years ago, and knew that the Chai family was the guardian of the tomb of the first Supervisor. There are just a few details I haven’t figured out yet.”

“What details?”

Paige asked in a brittle voice.

Xu Qi’an didn’t respond.

First: What is Xu Pingfeng doing seeking the tomb of the Primordial Man? The Primordial Man is dead, what value does his tomb have?

Second: the first generation of supervisors died in his youth in the rebellion of Wu Zong, his bones have not been preserved is still a matter of opinion, this tomb is buried, really the body of the first generation?

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Jing Shan City.

Draped in a linen robe, Saren Agu, along the stone steps, ascended to the altar.

On the vast altar, two statues stood facing each other, one of them draped in wide-sleeved, broad robes, with a young face and a crown of thorns.

The other wears ancient Confucian robes and a Confucian crown, with one hand on his back and the other on his belly.

Saren Agu walked up to the statue of the Witch God, bowed slightly, made a bow, and then mouthed some words that were vaguely audible:

“The White Emperor …….. Gatekeeper …….. The Primordial Superintendent ……… It’s Got Problems ……….”

When he finished speaking, Saren Agu hung his head in a listening posture.

After a few seconds, Arun Agu looked up, his eyes slowly narrowing as he muttered to himself:

“The Great Wasteland, there is only one ………”

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Western Region, Aranta.

The Bodhisattva Guangxian, clad in robes and in the image of a young monk, was sitting under a Bodhi tree.

Green silk like a waterfall, dressed in white, with bare feet like snow, the glazed Bodhisattva carried a jade pot in her hand.

The “rope” of the jade pot is a tiny black snake with its tail hooked to the handle and its head twisted in the hand of the glazed Bodhisattva.

“Is the keeper sure it’s the overseer.”

The glazed Bodhisattva’s voice was pleasant, but unadulterated with emotion.

“That’s what the Garuda Tree said.” Bodhisattva Guangxian smiled and folded his hands:

“In my opinion, nine times out of ten it is.”

The two Bodhisattvas have also only recently learned of the concept of the Gatekeeper, the news that Garuda Tree Bodhisattva has sent back from Qingzhou.

The glazed Bodhisattva nodded, his tone flat:

“Yes or no, it doesn’t matter.”

She handed the jade pot to Bodhisattva Guangxian and said, “Be careful, don’t hurt the Protecting God Dragon.”

He said, gently stroking the black snake’s head.

Guangxian Bodhisattva twisted up the small snake, his index finger and thumb pressed the abdomen of the small snake, and jerked it upwards, the black small snake suddenly stiffened, seemingly in extreme pain, and its scarlet mouth violently opened, spewing out a mist of blood with a fishy fragrance.

The mist of blood did not float away, but instead curled up and merged into the golden bowl in front of Bodhisattva Guangxian.

Bodhisattva Guangxian let go of the tiny black snake, then picked up the jade pot and tipped the spout, slowly dripping out a bead of light golden water.

The glazed Bodhisattva was heartbroken as he held the tiny black snake in his palm, carefully caring for it.

The golden bowl rippled with a “golden-red” halo, spreading in a circle.

Bodhisattva Guangxian flexed his fingers and tapped the golden bowl, whispering:

“Up!”

The golden and red mingled light floated up from the golden mantle like a stream of fireflies, and gossamer ribbons, drifting into the depths of Arantha.

In a few moments, a blazing sun rose out of the Arundel with a golden light.

The believers at the foot of the mountain have fallen on their knees, hands folded, foreheads against the ground, praising the miracles of the Buddha.

…………

After the White Emperor appeared, the water element in the air increased dramatically, and the sea of clouds churned up, overlapping and colliding with each other, and thunder was born as a result.

The sea of clouds beneath Supervisor Zheng and the others turned into dark clouds with brewing thunder and lightning.

The White Emperor’s azure vertical eyes gazed at the white-clothed, tumbling Supervisor Zheng, its voice as low as ever:

“Gatekeepers don’t perish easily, and if you’re a Gatekeeper, what’s a Hatsuyo?”

After meeting Salem Agu, it gets a relatively satisfying, yet paradoxical answer.

The various unusual behaviors of the first-generation supervisor signaled that he was the gatekeeper, but if he was the gatekeeper, he would not have died so easily.

Seeing that the Supervisor did not reply, the White Emperor continued:

“After the gods and demons perished, I’ve been thinking that if there was something in the world that could symbolize the Way of Heaven, then what would it be?

“Is it a flower, bird, fish, insect, grass or wood spirit? Is it gods and demons? Are they humans and demons? Is it the major systems of today?

“No, none of it.”

The White Emperor shook his head and said with a single word:

“It’s chirography!

“It is the fate of Heaven that the gods and demons perish.

“The rise of the human and demon races is also the fate of heaven. Including today, the Demon Race is in decline, and the Human Race is gradually dominating the continent of Kyushu.

“It’s also a matter of having the favor of the Heavenly Dao, when the Human Race rises. And all of this can’t be wrapped around qi.”

“Of the two systems related to qi, Confucianism is swallowing qi and becoming one with it. Therefore, Confucian readers cannot live forever; this is a minor path.

“But warlocks are different; warlocks refine the qi and rule over it. A Heaven’s Favored One is the same body as the country; if the country is destroyed, he dies; conversely, he ages with the country. Binding and fusing oneself with the Heavenly Favored One, this is the Great Dao.

“Therefore, I have reason to suspect that the Primordial Supervisor is the Gatekeeper, who was favored by the Heavenly Dao and therefore created the Warlock system.”

Xu Pingfeng and Garuda Tree Bodhisattva listened on in silence.

Supervisor Zheng looks calm, with the chessboard in front of the end of the seat, can not see the joy and anger.

“But I just said that Gatekeepers don’t die easily, and you killed the Hatsuyo Superintendent. So I wondered again if it could be that Hatsushiro wasn’t a Gatekeeper from the beginning.

“It was the warlock system that was truly favored by the heavens, not the first generation. His mission was accomplished when he created the Warlock System, and then the true Gatekeeper, you, made your personal appearance.

“So your true identity is very much somewhat of a secret.”

After the White Emperor finished speaking, he gazed at Supervisor Zheng.

The Supervisor looked back at the White Emperor and laughed:

“Want to know, come over and try it yourself.”

The White Emperor’s vertical pupils flashed with a stern color.

Boom!

Lightning lit up in the clouds, followed by a “clattering” sound in the void, and behind the Supervisor rose a hundred feet high, illusory black wave.

It slapped hard at him.

This was purely condensed from the power of the water spirit, and with this strike, Bai Di had almost drained the water spirit power from a hundred miles in a radius.

The Supervisor was slowly getting up, standing proudly still, and as the giant wave lapped at him, his right hand reached back and probed into the illusory black giant wave.

Then, with a fierce yank of his right arm, he yanked out a pitch-black, solid-like longsword.

Behind him, the black giant wave crumbled and collapsed.

Alchemist!

Ordinary alchemists, refine steel, implements.

The top alchemists, who refined magic weapons, were divine soldiers.

The pinnacle alchemist, refining how to crossbreed a human with a horse.

At this realm of Supervisor Zheng, what was refined was the elements of heaven and earth, the arrangement and reorganization at the microscopic level.

He could easily turn a rock into gold if he wanted to.

Refining a Water Spirit Sword with the water spirit power condensed from the other party was certainly within the realm of an alchemist.

“Give it back!”

Supervisor was chopping out with a backhanded sword.

The Water Spirit’s Sword chopped through the remnants, and the White Emperor’s true body appeared in front of the Supervisor Zheng, his right paw raised and slapped out a plain and simple claw.

Boom Boom Boom …….. It was as if the void was collapsed by this move.

“Ding!”

Obliquely, slimy, pitch-black sword-light scurried out of the void.

It teleported back.

At the same time, this sword was shielded from the heavens and silently, ruthlessly chopping at the side of Bai Di’s waist.

The sword light exploded into pure water spirit power, and the White Emperor turned into a white shadow and flew backwards, its four hooves “grasping” the void, sliding out dozens of feet, before offsetting the force of the decapitation.

The White Emperor looked at the Supervisor in the distance, and his low voice slowly said:

“It’s been a long time since I’ve fought an enemy of your realm, interesting.”

As the words fell, above the head of the Garuda Tree Bodhisattva, two dharma phases coalesced.

Under Xu Pingfeng’s feet, a circular formation with a diameter of three feet was lit up, with the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams.

Three peak experts surrounded the Supervisor Zheng!

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PS: This level of battle, write a very cool, but also have to be very careful. First of all, we have to write out the power of the first character, but also to eliminate the “false and empty” way of depicting. I’m going to write a separate outline for this fight scene.

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