SEC Chapter 5176 Chaos Scripture Pavilion
Chapter 5176 Chaos Scripture Pavilion
Chapter 5176 Chaos Scripture Pavilion
According to legend, the Celestial Venerable had already reached the threshold of the Tai Zhen Realm, surpassing ordinary immortality and achieving a lifespan equal to that of heaven and earth, with his lifespan measured in "epochs".
The Celestial Venerable has ruled the Heavenly Court for billions of years, his power shaking all the heavens. How could his lifespan be coming to an end?
"Surprised?" The Celestial Venerable's voice remained calm, yet it carried a hint of barely perceptible weariness. "Although I have long since touched the Tai Zhen realm, I am ultimately not a true Tai Zhen. Back then, in order to break through to the Tai Zhen realm, I forcibly fused with the origin of a great universe. Although I succeeded by chance, I was left with irreparable Dao injuries. These injuries erode my origin and consume my lifespan. If it weren't for the suppression by the Heavenly Court's fortune, I would have already passed away."
Su Bai remained silent.
He finally understood why the Celestial Venerable valued "perfect immortality" so much, even at the cost of a direct confrontation with the Demon Ancestor.
"The Demon Ancestor's situation is similar to mine," the Celestial Venerable continued. "Back then, the Sword Master stormed the Nine Heavens. Although he ultimately perished, he unleashed that earth-shattering sword strike. That strike severely injured a super-powerful 'Thief of the Dao' from the Upper Realm, and also damaged the Demon Ancestor's very essence. That's why he has been hiding in the Dark Abyss in seclusion all these years. It's not that he doesn't want to emerge from the world, but rather that his injuries haven't healed, and he dares not move easily."
"Therefore, the lower realm may seem calm on the surface, but it is actually turbulent underneath. The Demon Ancestor is waiting, the original body is waiting, and those 'thieves' in the upper realm are also waiting—waiting for a variable, waiting for someone to break the deadlock."
The Celestial Venerable's gaze fell upon Su Bai: "And you are that variable."
Su Bai said in a deep voice, "What does the Heavenly Venerable need from me?"
"It's very simple," the Celestial Venerable said slowly. "Participate in the 'Battle of Ten Thousand Races' three months later, win first place, and obtain the 'Creation Immortal Essence' bestowed by the Upper Realm."
"The Essence of Creation?"
"That is a unique treasure of the Upper Realm, containing a trace of the complete 'Origin of Creation,' which can heal Dao injuries and prolong life," the Celestial Venerable said. "I need it to prolong my life, and the Demon Ancestor also needs it to heal his injuries. Therefore, in this battle for supremacy, the Demon Kingdom will definitely send its most outstanding talents to compete for the Immortal Essence at all costs."
"And those 'thieves' in the upper realm..." The Celestial Venerable's tone turned cold, "They will not allow another Sword Master to appear in the lower realm. Therefore, they will definitely try every means to eliminate you in the battle for supremacy."
Su Bai's eyes narrowed slightly.
The Heavenly Venerable's meaning is very clear.
The War of All Races will be a life-or-death struggle that he must face.
The Demon Kingdom's prodigy, the Upper Realm's mastermind, and possibly even the covetousness of other forces will all place him in unprecedented danger.
"Of course, I won't let you die in vain." The Celestial Venerable raised his hand, and a jade slip flew towards Su Bai. "This contains information on all the top geniuses known in this battle for supremacy, as well as several insidious methods that the Upper Realm might use. Study it carefully."
Su Bai took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and felt a chill run down his spine.
The jade slip recorded the names of over a hundred immortal geniuses renowned throughout the myriad realms, many of whom were terrifying beings who had already stepped into the sixth step or even touched the threshold of the seventh step. What alarmed him even more was that the upper realm might use the guise of "bestowing treasures" or "providing guidance" to plant restrictions on the contestants, which would then detonate at a crucial moment, killing them without them even realizing it.
"Furthermore, I have ordered the opening of the ninth level of the 'Chaos Scripture Pavilion' and the core area of the 'Creation Immortal Pool' for you to cultivate for three months," the Celestial Venerable continued. "How much you can improve during these three months depends on your own fortune."
"Thank you, Heavenly Venerable." Su Bai bowed solemnly.
This is indeed a grand undertaking. The ninth floor of the Chaos Scripture Pavilion houses the Heavenly Court's most advanced cultivation techniques and secret manuals; the core area of the Creation Immortal Pool is even more concentrated with the Creation Qi accumulated by the Heavenly Court over billions of years. Cultivating there for one day is equivalent to cultivating for a hundred years in the outside world!
"No need to thank me." The Celestial Venerable shook his head. "Helping you is also helping myself. If you can obtain the Creation Immortal Essence, I can extend my life by 100,000 years. At that time, I may have the opportunity to truly take that step and become a Supreme Being. And the Heavenly Court also needs a new Supreme Being to take charge."
He gave Su Bai a deep look: "I am very much looking forward to seeing how far you can go. I hope you will not disappoint me, nor will you disappoint... the Sword Master."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Celestial Venerable's avatar began to slowly dissipate.
"One last reminder," the Celestial Venerable's voice drifted back before he vanished, "The Heavenly Court is not a monolithic entity. Qinghua, Ziwei, and others all have the backing of certain forces in the Upper Realm. You must be very careful in your actions."
After achieving perfect immortality in Daoist arts, Su Bai's status was incomparable to that of the previous Sword God King. He had truly touched the core of the Primordial Heavenly Court and the secrets of this myriad realms.
The golden light completely dissipated, and the hall returned to silence.
Su Bai stood alone in the empty Lingxiao Palace, holding the Emperor's Decree and the Mirror of All Heavens in his hand, gazing at the empty Nine-Dragon Golden Chair, remaining silent for a long time.
The Celestial Venerable's frankness was beyond his expectations.
But this conversation also made him realize his current situation.
The seemingly glorious imperial prince is actually at the center of a vortex, with the Demon Kingdom eyeing him from the front, the dark forces of the Upper Realm behind him, undercurrents surging within the Heavenly Court, and the prodigies of all races surrounding him from the outside.
"The War of Ten Thousand Races... the Immortal Essence of Creation..." Su Bai murmured to himself, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
He put away the jade slip, turned around, and strode out of the Lingxiao Palace space.
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The Chaos Scripture Pavilion floats in the void beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. It is not a physical building, but a strange realm woven from countless "Dao patterns" and "fragments of laws".
This place is one of the oldest forbidden areas in the Heavenly Court. It is said to have been created by the first Heavenly Venerable of the Primordial Era by refining a piece of the "Chaos Sea". It contains the Great Dao imprints and incomplete inheritances left by powerful beings who have fallen from all the heavens and myriad worlds since the Primordial Era.
Those who have not performed great service to the Heavenly Court of the Wilderness, or whose entry is personally permitted by the Heavenly Venerable, are not allowed to enter.
Su Bai held the Emperor's Token in his hand, and fine, star-like runes appeared on the surface of the token, resonating with the chaotic halo in front of him.
Without a sound, a vortex portal, just wide enough for one person to pass through, slowly opened in front of him.
There were no guardians, nor any guiding sounds. Only the aura of the Great Dao, a hundred times denser and a thousand times more chaotic than that outside, emanated from behind the gate. Countless shattered laws, annihilated Dao rhythms, and the last obsessions and insights of the powerful beings of the Ou Kong realm roared and crashed within the gate like a storm. Simply standing at the entrance, Su Bai felt his "Immortal Dao Foundation" tremble slightly, as if resonating with those broken fragments of the Great Dao.
He took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The scene before my eyes changed drastically.
There was no dome, no walls, only an endless, chaotic void. Countless "lights" floated in the void.
The "light" took various forms: some were slowly rotating, flickering runes containing fragments of pure, single fundamental laws such as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, and ice.
Some are twisted and ever-changing chains of laws, interwoven with complex combinations of two, three, or even more origins.
Some are fragmented images, recording the moments of battle, enlightenment, and even demise of powerful figures; others are pure echoes of will, wandering in the void like ghosts, telling of resentment and obsession.
This is the ninth floor of the Chaos Scripture Pavilion—the Graveyard of Laws, also a sacred place for enlightenment.