Chapter 31: Actions
Xuantian Realm, Ask Immortal Sect, Taihang Hall.
On a clear jade platform, a solemn daoist in green robes and tall crown sat in meditation.
Above his head unfolded a boundless primal chaos vision—myriad things born and destroyed within, mysteries profound, stirring endless longing in onlookers.
The feeling was no illusion—that truly a reachable land of fortune.
Named Qingming Primal Heaven.
In Xuantian Realm, beyond Nascent Soul, great immortals who refined cultivation to utmost, polished to primal unity, attempted evolve personal cave-heaven, reopen wind-water-earth-fire, recreate world, open primal heaven—to glimpse creation’s principle.
Grasp chance, insight—break shackles, attest immortal karma.
Immortal karma achieved—stand sect pinnacle, even sect master supreme treat with courtesy; go nameless place, face Grand Supremes, hear great dao teachings.
That step—any heavenly realm, worthy ruler title.
Hall within, daoist clearly refined cultivation extreme—seem anytime unravel creation principle, enter realm, pluck immortal karma.
Yet now, black-white robed, yin-yang crowned handsome daoist entered hall.
Though jade platform Qingming dao qi shook his mind, soon steadied, prostrated grand salute:
“Disciple Zhang Wudao, kowtows Hall Master Qingming.”
Platform green-robed daoist opened eyes—surroundings flicker uncertain, eyes myriad destruction scenes, finally color fade, only complex, fixed on hall youth, slow:
“You and I father-son—no need such.”
“Dare not.” Zhang Wudao no rise.
“Good. Today see me—what matter?” Zhang Qizheng no insist, tone flatter.
Zhang Wudao rose slow, straight gaze:
“Tianxing Convention.”
Tianxing Convention routine thirty years once.
Joint grand event by Xuantian Realm giants—Ask Immortal Sect, Tai Ming Sect, Void Spirit Palace etc.—evolve select realm youth talents, stir realm fortune flow, keep lineages afloat.
Countless births deaths, Xuantian ancient lineages near none extinct—convention merit.
Thus any great immortal sect viewed utmost important—no allow trouble.
Zhang Wudao spoke, silent.
Platform figure long voiceless—seem ponder.
Zhang Qizheng watched moment, slow:
“Seems your Taiji Formless Myriad Spirits True Scripture progressed. Time take that thing at Tianxing Convention.”
Zhang Wudao surprise faint on handsome face:
“You support me?”
“If not, you’d scheme anyway. Hall saint son tangle outer left paths—if hall truths know, think safe in sect?” Zhang Qizheng gaze down, voice clear distant.
Zhang Wudao silent, soon bright laugh:
“Indeed hide from Hall Master.”
“Your plan offend Xuantian sects—I block Void Spirit Palace one. Rest—with your schemes, handle easy.” Zhang Qizheng faint.
Zhang Wudao solemn, bow to Zhang Qizheng.
Courtesy done, gazes met moment—only silence.
Stiffened relation cause one: Zhang Qizheng dao companion, Zhang Wudao and Zhang Yujun mother—Qingmiao Dao Monarch.
Qingmiao fall after, Zhang Qizheng slew foe, but knew not true mastermind.
Black hand identity—even sect Tongtian ritual no calculate, only clue.
Zhang Qizheng followed clue—one realm trace lost, sparked sect truths speculation—think trapped somewhere.
Sect master supreme about report Grand Supremes, seek trace—he returned, but thence black hand matter no ask, like never.
Aroused Zhang Wudao suspicion.
Then, he gained ineffable fortune—used probe mother death cause.
Truth gained—relation chilled with Zhang Qizheng.
Now, Tianxing Convention great act—shake Xuantian realm fortune, but concern black hand—Zhang Wudao no abandon, saw birth father, Qingming Hall Master.
No expect—Zhang Qizheng willing aid, unexpected.
Zhang Qizheng above Qingming piece, gaze seem pierce all, saw some scene, to Zhang Wudao:
“Remember—at Tianxing Convention, no excess killing karma. Else—even your shelter force no save.”
Zhang Wudao eyes sink.
Though Ask Immortal cultivate, saint son—not hall, no dao child position, sect depths incomplete know.
Zhang Qizheng remind—compared Xuantian sects to future force—heart chill.
“Disciple remember.” Bow again.
Zhang Qizheng no more, shift:
“Before, descended avatar met Yujun—you know. Your act—return Xuantian life unknown. Met her final?”
“Yujun…” Zhang Wudao silent, up gaze: “Yujun though Hundred Lands Heavens, but your wisp divine intent in her—should safe. She return sect, final meet.”
Zhang Qizheng eyes flash: “Hide from her?”
Zhang Wudao mouth slight, helpless: “Yujun Lunar body, but cultivate years short—know only worry. Future cultivation deep, know no late.”
Zhang Qizheng brow sink—heaven-man sense instant, void realm like boundless killing calamity fall, yang fire yin water blend, reshape world all.
All sense—heart fear.
Zhang Wudao though cultivate no full sense—sweat rain, body tremble, but essence no fall half—Zhang Qizheng gaze add comfort.
“Seems that realm true law some merit.” Face calm, faint.
“But know—thence Ask Immortal traitor. To child always revere you—how?”
Zhang Wudao stunned, silent.
Zhang Qizheng deep gaze, sleeve wave—scene leaped hall.
“See self—no regret.”
Words after, Zhang Qizheng body cyan smoke, fell Qingming Primal Heaven, vanish.