Chapter 1717 - 675: Xuannü Palace (2)

Chapter 1717: Chapter 675: Xuannü Palace (2)

In the Earth Realm where Xuannü Palace is located, there exist some Void fissures left over from ancient times; these are shortcuts, otherwise, how could one possibly traverse tens of millions of li?

Three days later, Qin Ming arrived at the core region of this Earth Realm.

Along the way, his brows knit together as he learned a great deal of information.

Just as Zhou Tian and Niu Wuwei had told him, this Supreme Martial hall seemed to have run into trouble and was gradually sliding into decline.

"They once thought it was about to flourish, yet in the end it was the beginning of decay?"

Eight hundred years ago, on the surface of the core region, a Nine colored Fire Spring had actually gushed forth, which truly counted as an auspicious omen, for Fire Springs of five colors and above were already quite rare.

There had even been, within that Nine colored Fire Spring, a faint hint of a tenth color, shedding threads of radiance.

This absolutely counted as a major event.

All divisions on the surface belonging to Xuannü Palace pinned great hopes upon it.

Even the Supreme Martial hall that hung inverted in the heavens was startled at the first possible moment.

Yet no one knew what had happened; in the end, the Nine colored Fire Spring not only vanished abruptly, a gigantic Abyss also appeared there.

At this moment, Qin Ming stood on the edge of the Abyss, looking down into it, pitch-black like a Black Hole, seemingly without end.

Many Strong Persons had once gone to investigate, but had discovered nothing out of the ordinary.

It was in that very year when the Nine colored Fire Spring disappeared that Xuannü Palace ran into trouble.

Up in the firmament, the magnificent Xuannü city that hung Inverted trembled inexplicably and finally hid itself, as if sliding away toward some distant place.

Some said it had fallen; others said it had departed of its own accord.

In any case, the decline of Xuannü Palace began in that year.

At the same time, all divisions on the surface, the Direct Lineage and main bloodline, all disappeared along with it.

The Xuannü Palace of today cannot be said to have dispersed, but it is hard to describe in words; what remains is hardly better than a makeshift troupe.

Qin Ming’s expression grew ever more grave; was Jiang Ran still within this Earth Realm?

Or had she long since gone with the second Artifact Spirit "Six Desires" in the Mystic Lady Celestial Spear to Xuanhuang Martial Hall?

Following in the footsteps of those who came before, Qin Ming explored this vast Abyss for a long time; after descending deep underground, there was not to speak of a Nine colored Fire Spring—there was not even the most ordinary spring.

"Is this Abyss something that people excavated deeply after the disappearance of the Nine colored Fire Spring?"

"Or did some abnormal event occur here, and this great chasm was not formed by human hands?"

Qin Ming sought resonance here, but unfortunately gained nothing.

The events of that bygone day had been so tragic that they could be compared to the heavens collapsing in the northwest, the earth sinking in the southeast.

A single Supreme Martial hall was completely ruined from then on.

Qin Ming sensed keenly that this Earth Realm was suffused with a special Divine Material radiation.

As he walked through this so‑called core Earth Realm, he discovered that even the Extreme Fire Springs had all dried up.

"The remaining branches of Xuannü Palace have already migrated away from the core lands; there is no way to stay here, they are all two hundred thousand li away." Qin Ming murmured softly; this was the information he had gathered.

Without pause, he rushed all the way toward them.

The so‑called branches consisted of several Spirit Mountains; the highest achievers were no more than at the Early Stage of the Sixth Realm, and there were only two of them, still contending over who held the true orthodoxy.

In recent years things had somewhat improved; they deeply felt their own inadequacy and had begun to discuss merger.

In the eyes of a true Supreme Martial hall, this absolutely counted as a rabble hastily thrown together.

In these years, the top‑tier great organizations of the neighboring Earth Realms had all been watching this place, wanting to see whether Xuannü Palace was truly about to run out of Fire, and had carried out all sorts of probing.

Under such circumstances, the various divisions of Xuannü Palace were practically living in fire and water.

"Xuan City."

Qin Ming looked ahead; the scale of that city was not small, yet to restore its former glory would be easier said than done.

"Someone is exerting pressure, wanting to force the remnants of Xuannü Palace to migrate away from Xuan City?"

Only after Qin Ming drew near did he fully grasp how dire their situation truly was.

"The surrounding Great Trend forces fear that the Direct Lineage of Xuannü Palace is secluding itself and plotting something, and want to try to draw them out?"

Of course, there were also Extreme organizations that believed Xuannü Palace had likely been utterly destroyed on that night eight hundred years ago, that even the Inverted Supreme Martial hall had been pierced through.

Opinions were all over the place, with no definitive conclusion.

It was precisely under such a grand backdrop that those branches merged two years ago, only to find all kinds of problems emerging.

"Xuan City actually allows outsiders to enter?" Qin Ming felt deeply just how far this lineage had fallen.

In the vast Xuan City, this Taoist line occupied only half the Earth Realm; the remaining half had been turned into workshops, taverns, and the like, allowing outsiders to do business, utterly unlike the ancestral court newly established by a sect.

"From half a year ago, people have been coming continuously to challenge Xuannü Palace..."

The attitude of the troublemakers was obvious: they wanted to drive these branches away.

They even laid their cards directly on the table, saying that if the true line of Xuannü Palace was still present, they would immediately apologize and turn around to leave.

The former Supreme Martial hall still possessed deterrent force, causing all sides to be somewhat wary.

However, at every monthly Dao debate, these branches of Xuannü Palace suffered abject defeat; if this continued, they truly would be forced to depart.

Qin Ming entered the city, sweeping his gaze in all directions.

In half of the city’s Earth Realm, Spirit Mountains towered, Immortal Peaks veiled in clouds and mist; the other half embraced the Red Dust Smoke and Fire, very bustling.

Qin Ming had already learned that the forces applying pressure were the Bone Tomb Sect and the Blood Dragon Clan.

Of course, behind them there loomed faintly the shadow of the Supreme Martial hall Divine Control Sect.

The Divine Control Sect lay in the neighboring Earth Realm, twelve million li away.

After Qin Ming understood the current situation, he could not help but shake his head: with what could the Xuannü Palace of today engage in Battle? They did not even have a Saint; the so‑called geniuses they sent out were simply not enough to withstand others’ blows.

The Bone Tomb Sect was a super underground Immortal Dynasty.

They were a group of White Bone Demons; at their headquarters lay the great tomb of an ancient Strong Person, which had left behind its beneficent legacy, capable of allowing White Bone Spirit to awaken, and thereby cultivate.

The Blood Dragon Clan was a group of Red Flood Dragons, with terrifying Bodies; the overall strength of their clan was formidable.