Chapter 842: Magnificent Rivers and Mountains

In Zhu Yan’s puzzled gaze, the white porcelain cup in her hand vanished into thin air, evaporating along with Sun Zhe’s Divine Sense Body.

“This little rascal, what on earth is he up to every day?”

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Training ground.

Sun Zhe stood below the round platform, downing the remaining half of the beer left by Zhu Yan in the cup, then began comparing the patterns on the cup with those carved on the platform.

This white porcelain cup was a prize he received after winning the Martial Hero title of the Fourth District at the underground arena—at the time, he chose it himself from the Changwu Pavilion Treasure Vault. The Little Dragon Girl said it emitted a mysterious aura, so he followed her advice and selected the porcelain cup.

However, he had never found anything special about it, so he could only keep it in the Ring Space, using it as an ordinary cup.

Sun Zhe still remembered how the Hua Country Emperor explained that the white porcelain cup had been extracted from a qilin’s corpse!

In his musings, Sun Zhe suddenly felt the cup in his hand getting hot. He looked down, startled to find the white porcelain cup glowing, as if it was sensing something from the platform.

He immediately felt his brain go fuzzy, and his vision started to blur.

In his blurred vision, the patterns on the white porcelain cup began writhing as if they had come alive, exuding a mystical aura.

“Damn, why are the patterns moving?”

Sun Zhe was still uncertain, thinking he might be hallucinating from fake alcohol, so he rubbed his eyes hard and looked again, finding that the patterns were indeed moving!

“Could there actually be a direct connection between this cup and the platform?”

Sun Zhe felt a flicker of joy in his heart, as if he had discovered a new continent, and hurried to infuse his Spiritual Power into the cup while also using his Divine Sense to connect with the porcelain cup.

In the next moment, the porcelain cup in his hand shone brightly, and the patterns on it transformed into rays of Light Seal that instantly merged with the platform.

Sun Zhe then raised his eyes to see that the carvings on the platform also seemed to come to life, shattering into countless tiny pieces that flew into the air and assembled into a mystical light array.

Before he could react, an irresistible suction force attacked him, causing a sharp pain in his head, and he felt as if he was being pulled away by some mysterious power, losing consciousness in an instant.

It was unclear how much time passed.

When Sun Zhe regained consciousness, he suddenly found himself in another world.

“Where have I been taken?”

He quickly turned his head to look around, but found he couldn’t extend his Divine Sense; all he could see with his eyes was an endless sea of rolling clouds, and he was on a piece of land floating above this sea of clouds.

The land wasn’t large, just a few hundred square meters, with a pavilion, an ancient pine next to it, a pool of blue lotuses behind it, and a stone table underneath the pavilion.

Sun Zhe looked towards the pavilion and saw two people at the table playing chess and drinking wine.

One was dressed in white, with a sword at his left waist, a wine gourd at his right, exuding a vibe of boldness and righteousness at just a glance.

The other was an elder in a gray robe, with hair as white as frost, looking travel-worn yet possessing an air of immortality.

Slowing his breath, Sun Zhe walked slowly over, but upon seeing them, he couldn’t help but freeze, staring incredulously at the elder in the gray robe.

“Grandpa?”

“How can you be here?!”

“…”

…

Meanwhile.

In the training ground.

Ever since the platform had begun glowing with abnormalities, everyone had stood up, unable to sit in meditation anymore.

A few elders from the Outer Domain were trembling with their gazes locked onto Sun Zhe, who stood like a statue beneath the platform.

One of the black-robed elders said tremblingly, “Could the porcelain cup in that kid’s hand possibly be the key taken by the Qilin Ancestor back then?”

Another elder lowered his eyes and said deeply, “That’s right, the inscription on that cup is precisely the Immortal Scripture Dao Rune!”

He added, “The porcelain cup itself is just a cup with no special properties, but the Immortal Scripture Dao Rune imprinted on it is the key to activating this ‘Immortal Inquiry Platform’, also known as the key!”

Black-robed elder: “But how did the key end up in that kid’s hands?”

“Hehe… No matter what, we absolutely cannot let him obtain the ‘Taibai Earth Immortal Scripture’!”

“Our ancestors have foretold, if this scripture returns to Kunlun, it will be a calamity for our Outer Domain!”

“In that case, we must seize it!”

At this point, several highly cultivated elders immediately unleashed their full cultivation, enduring the immense divine might of Taibai as they approached the platform, the Immortal Inquiry Platform.

“We absolutely cannot let this child beat us to it!”

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Sun Zhe stepped towards the pavilion, but the short distance of a few dozen meters seemed like a gap of a thousand mountains and rivers to him.

No matter how he proceeded, the pavilion remained at the same distance from him, about a few dozen meters away.

Even when he increased his speed to his limit, he couldn’t close the distance.

Feeling powerless, he could only give up.

The sense of frustration left him quite vexed.

Looking at the elder in the gray robe in the pavilion, tears welled up in Sun Zhe’s eyes; there were so many things he wanted to say.

“This might be a remnant image of Grandpa’s Divine Sense left before his death.”

“But how did he come here?”

While he was speculating, the elder in the gray robe in the pavilion spoke: “Fellow Daoist Taibai, who do you think will come here in a thousand years?”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe was stunned, and his eyes fell on the man in white, realizing it truly was the Poetry Immortal Li Taibai.

Li Taibai picked up a wine cup, suddenly turned to look at Sun Zhe, and smiled slightly.

Sun Zhe was so startled, he took a step back.

Even knowing this was a remnant image of Divine Sense, Li Taibai’s gaze felt as if it traversed a thousand years to meet his, emanating a silent yet extreme shock!

“Senior Xu, you understand the heavens above and the earth below, since you can calculate so, why don’t you calculate who will come here in a thousand years?”

The gray-robed elder, smiling, gazed at the blazing sun rising on the other side of the sea of clouds and uttered only eight words: “Pure Yang enters the world, illuminating all.”

With that, Li Taibai remained silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, following the gray-robed elder’s gaze to the blazing sun, and drank the strong wine in his cup.

“As I look upon the strange rivers and mountains, the sorrow for Zhou Yi is poignant.”

“Those around mourn as prisoners of Chu, untroubled by the decline of the nation.”

“Then let me… clear the clouds for this light of Pure Yang.”

With that, Li Taibai raised his right hand, and the index and middle fingers joined, using them as a sword.

With a single finger pointing to the sea of clouds, a sword light as vibrant as a rainbow cut through the sky, extending for thousands of miles, slicing the endless sea of clouds to form a deep gorge!

“What a terrifying strike!”

Sun Zhe’s eyes trembled, utterly shaken by the sword light that traversed the skies.

“Just a casual flick of the finger, and it can pierce the heavens… Is this the power of an Immortal?”

“Wrong!”

At that moment, Li Taibai spoke.

He looked once again at Sun Zhe, as if Sun Zhe were standing right before him, able even to see through Sun Zhe’s thoughts.

“This is the power of the collective mind, the power of the people.”

“Do you find Tang’s prosperity beautiful?”

Hearing this, Sun Zhe’s heart felt a bit heavy as he looked at the rift as deep as an abyss.

The sunlight covered the earth, and he saw a vast and beautiful land.

“This beauty of the rivers and mountains is much like the fine wine in a cup. Do you dare to encompass it within your bosom?”