Chapter 882 - 610: Taking Command of the Immortal Mansion

Inside the Qingxuan Hall, the fragrance of tea lingered in the air.

Three Daoist Monarchs sat around a jade desk, their casual conversation not yet ended.

The discussion turned to the arrangements for the Immortal Mansion’s future affairs and the management of opportunities in the Secret Realm...

During the chat, the Cangyuan Daoist Monarch slowly spoke:

"Fellow Daoist Kong Fang has departed, and according to the old rules of the Immortal Mansion’s legacy, the next rotation for the routine affairs should fall to Fellow Daoist Pan Wu, correct?"

Chen Sheng heard this, and gently nodded:

"It’s my turn."

This rotation of affairs is a fixed rule passed down through countless ages from the Antarctic Immortal Mansion.

Every thirty Primordial Assemblies the rotation occurs once, managing all affairs such as the Immortal Mansion’s routine duties and Dharma dispatch.

The Immortal Mansion’s legacy has endured through eternity, forming a complete operational system, making the rotation of duties far from complex.

...

Soon, the three bid farewell to one another.

The Cangyuan Daoist Monarch and Wan Huan Daoist Monarch each transformed into flowing Dao Rhyme, retreating to their respective Dao arenas, leaving Chen Sheng alone in the Qingxuan Hall, sitting quietly.

He flicked his fingertips, summoning a disciple with a Golden Order.

Raylin Mason stepped into the hall, lowered his head, standing beneath the jade desk:

"Disciple Mason, greets Master."

Chen Sheng lifted his gaze, eyes settling on him:

"Mason, with Fellow Daoist Kong Fang’s demise, according to the old rules of the Immortal Mansion, the next thirty Primordial Assemblies, the rotation of the Mansion’s routine affairs is mine."

"I intend to entrust some matters to you for handling."

Mason’s figure paused slightly, yet he did not hesitate in the slightest:

"If Master has matters, the disciple is willing to take on the burden!"

"The disciple will surely manage all affairs properly."

Seeing this, Chen Sheng nodded slightly, a hint of imperceptible satisfaction flashed in his demeanor:

"For you to possess this temperament, it is very good."

"The legacy of the Antarctic Immortal Mansion is ancient, ultimately a branch of Mahayana, though not comparable to the Immortal Mountain, a dead camel is larger than a horse, and a broken ship still has nails."

"The opportunities, Tao Inheritance, and Secret Realm legacy accumulated in the mansion have long become insignificant to Daoist Monarchs like us, but they can benefit you."

"The disciple understands!" Mason responded with respect.

Chen Sheng waved his hand, his tone softened somewhat:

"Go, first familiarize yourself with the situation, someone will connect with you regarding each matter."

"Yes, Master." Mason bowed again, then turned, and gently exited the Eight Treasures Palace.

...

Panwu Hall.

Raylin Mason transformed into a faint golden light, directly entering the hall, his figure stabilized, leaving only star-like runes subtly flickering in his sleeves.

Once he stood firm, his fingertips flicked several dense runes, and the Spirit Light of transmission spread silently.

Before long, silhouettes entered the hall one after another.

All were Dharma Masters belonging to the Panwu lineage, wearing various Daoist Robes, their Dao Rhymes either clear or fierce, or stable or sharp, seating themselves in order of cultivation level.

Approximately thirty in total, not a large number, far less than the prosperity under other Daoist Monarchs’ disciples.

Chen Sheng’s focus on the Dao meant he rarely expanded his influence, nor did he recruit disciples widely, resulting in a natural state of simplicity and weaker presence.

If not for Qin Zhaoyu, Mason’s efforts, it might have been less so than now.

Once the last Dharma Master entered the hall and settled his aura, Raylin Mason walked slowly to the Main Position.

He quietly scanned the room, his tone steady and clear:

"Fellow Daoists, you are summoned here today for an official announcement."

"My master, Panwu Daoist Monarch, is to take over the rotation of the Immortal Mansion’s routine affairs for the next thirty Primordial Assemblies..."

As the words dropped, the eyes of the Dharma Masters in the hall suddenly brightened.

A few exchanged discreet glances, excitement and exhilaration barely contained in their eyes.

They awaited this day, for too long.

The era of power for the Panwu lineage finally arrived.

...

Holding sect authority suggests more cultivation resources.

For those of them already in the Dharma Master Realm, the opportunities within the mansion might be limited.

But for their disciples, it is the key assistance for overcoming bottlenecks and advancing further.

Mason recorded the expectations in their eyes, understanding in his heart.

Dao competition is merciless, survival of the fittest!

The support of factions is normalized in the Cultivation Realm, such thoughts are universal, unspoken yet unavoidable.

His tone remained stable and measured as he slowly added:

"I will adhere to the Immortal Mansion’s rules, uphold fairness and justice, without bias, managing all affairs comprehensively..."

"Ensuring neither the trust from my master is squandered nor your cultivation time is delayed, while catering to the opportunities of each family’s disciples."

Saying this, all Dharma Masters in the hall knew the score.

Within the Immortal Mansion, factions abound, with ongoing covert struggles among lines; now that the Panwu lineage manages affairs, naturally, they can secure more resources.

After a brief silence, the Dharma Masters collectively stood, bowed, and together said:

"We obey Fellow Daoist Youming’s coordination, committed to collaborating fully on all matters..."

Raylin Mason nodded slightly:

"The sect’s routine affairs require all Fellow Daoists to collaborate diligently, each performing their duties..."

"If any questions arise during the processes, feel free to seek me at Panwu Hall, and I shall endeavor to coordinate solutions."

"Yes!"

...

Inside the Hall.

Chen Sheng raised his hand slightly.

A blood-path clone gradually took shape, its aura indistinguishable from his own, though lacking the weight of origin.

"You shall oversee the central affairs of the Immortal Mansion, managing routine matters."

"Mason assists you, handling detailed affairs."

The clone nodded, walked out directly, heading towards the core of the Immortal Mansion.

Chen Sheng slowly closed his eyes.

Numerous phenomena appeared around him, gradually transforming into a tranquil and vast river of blood.

He immersed his Heart Spirit into his own Dao Seed, carefully perceiving.

"Profound Yin Sequence, already perfected, the mysteries of the blood path have reached their peak."

"With the feedback, Innate Blood Path advances again, the Dao Seed’s subtlety vastly surpassing its former state."

At this thought, his eyes glimmered slightly.

"At this point, the chances of overcoming the second decline—Dharma Flower’s decline, have significantly increased."

"As for the third decline, the decline of will..."

Chen Sheng gently shook his head.

Daoist Monarch’s five declines, each hurdle surpassing the previous.

The decline of the physical body, Dharma Flower’s decline, the decline of will, the decline of wisdom, the decline of Dao Heart.

Each challenge is more arduous, each danger more perilous.

Especially the decline of will—specifically honing the will.

If it cannot be borne, it results in the demise of will, immediate death.

Daoist Monarch Kong Fang perished at this stage.

Chen Sheng understood in his heart:

"The Immortal Mountain lineage views passing the third decline as the baseline for Outer Disciples."

"Its peril is evident."

Yet he wasn’t anxious.

"I still have ample time."

He’s been cultivating for over thirty Primordial Assemblies.

Daoist Monarch’s decline periods, without actively triggering them, gravitate towards a fixed occurrence: every one hundred and twenty Primordial Assemblies, they naturally arrive.

Chen Sheng silently calculated.

"There are still over eighty Assemblies until the first decline—decline of the physical body."

"Once overcoming both the first and second declines, there are still two hundred forty more Assemblies."

Altogether, that’s three hundred twenty Primordial Assemblies!

It’s an exceedingly long period of cultivation time.

Chen Sheng took a deep breath, allowing the river of blood around him to tremble slightly, returning to calm.

"Continue the exploration of cultivation systems, aiding the feedback to the blood path."