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第一千七百零一章 广寒宫与青丘之国

The Old Demon Dragon, anxious and agitated, rushed to the treasure-hoarding place. Such a minor incident was but a mere drizzle in the vast expanse of the Three Realms.

A butterfly flapping its wings could stir up a great storm a million miles away. Lin Xuan's unintentional quest for treasures had an impact far beyond his imagination.

The Cold Moon Realm, one of hundreds of small interfaces within the Spirit Realm, was far from the trash realms like the Eastern Sea. It excelled in terms of area, cultivator strength, resources, and the quality of spirit veins—far surpassing its counterparts.

Named after the Cold Moon Immortal who governed this realm, the term "Cold Moon" reflected his dominion over it. Although still short of true celestial immortals, these scattered immortals had entered a higher tier where their lifespans were barely constrained by age. Each time they faced a heavenly tribulation, their lifespans increased by hundreds of thousands of years, making them only a hair's breadth away from achieving eternal life.

The Cold Moon Immortal was one who had participated in the ancient war against the Netherworld and survived. Currently, he was teaching his beloved daughter, or rather, guiding her cultivation.

Previously a hard-core cultivator, the Cold Moon Immortal never indulged in female pleasures until becoming an immortal, whereupon he married many wives. However, as cultivators grew stronger, their reproductive capabilities diminished. It took him countless years to finally have a daughter.

The Cold Moon Immortal doted on his daughter immensely, but like a mother, he was often at a loss. His daughter, New Moon, had good potential and was supplied with vast amounts of pills, yet it still took her ten millennia to reach the Profound Void Stage.

Slower progress in cultivation wasn't an issue as long as she remained under his watchful eye. Even facing the primordial energy tribulation wouldn't be a problem.

However, spoiled by excessive pampering, New Moon, with boundless audacity, ventured into the lower realms to seek treasures of immortals, which was merely her playful escapade.

With the laws of the world changed, breaking through the void was now immensely difficult. It took considerable effort for him to send two Separation Period disciples down to retrieve her.

Thinking about his recent worries, the Cold Moon Immortal's anger flared up. Mud people had their share of fire. This dead girl was too unremarkable.

Just as he was about to scold her, a knock on the door interrupted him. The Cold Moon Immortal furrowed his brows and grew even more irritable. He had explicitly stated that no one should disturb him when teaching New Moon.

Wasn't it clear that these people were disregarding his orders?

However, despite his anger, he decided to see what was happening first.

"Come in."

Footsteps echoed as a white-haired old man with the face of an infant entered.

"Yellow Dragon, what's going on?"

Recognizing the visitor, the Cold Moon Immortal's expression changed to one of surprise. Although Yellow Dragon's power fell short of his own, he was still a notable figure within this realm. He had been sequestered in meditation and rarely received visitors. What could be so urgent?

"Brother Cold Moon," Yellow Dragon bowed respectfully with a look of urgency on his face: "Do you know? The talisman at the peak of the Void's End has just reacted."

"What?" The Cold Moon Immortal's eyes bulged, equally startled: "Can you confirm that this isn't a false alarm?"

"If I wasn't certain, I wouldn't have rushed to trouble Brother Cold Moon," Yellow Dragon smiled bitterly. "It was a message from Fairy Void's flying sword. She is personally guarding the talisman and waiting for us. Do you wish to see her?"

"Of course! The appearance of a treasure in the fairy palace is a matter of great importance. Has Fairy Void explicitly stated which treasure it might be?"

"There isn't a hundred percent certainty, but..."

"Then what?"

"The likelihood that it's the Five-Headed Seal is seventy percent."

The Cold Moon Immortal's face drained of color.

Other forces were also stirred by this news, though not openly. In the Three Realms, winds and clouds began to stir, but these events remained hidden.

In the Kingdom of Azure Peaks, another renowned small interface within the Spirit Realm, a Nine-Tailed Fox resided here.

As one of the three great demons in the Spirit Realm, her strength rivaled that of scattered immortals. With her charm, she could bewitch all beings. Her beauty was said to rival that of the Arrogant King of Deva in ancient times.

However, over a million years, few had seen the Nine-Tailed Fox's true face. She excelled at illusionary techniques so subtle they could even deceive the True Spirit Phoenix. Even if one saw her, who knew what form she was truly showing?

True and false are indistinguishable for the Queen of the Nine-Tailed Fox.

Behind a curtain, a slender figure obscured its face, barely visible. Yet, this faint shadow still exuded an irresistible allure.

Nine-Tailed Fox!

Before the curtain, a beautiful maid knelt, her beauty dazzling. In this palace of ten thousand foxes, there was no ugly person to be found.

"Queen, what instructions do you have?"

"Fairy Moon Rabbit has received word that the Five-Headed Seal has appeared. Please deliver this message."

"Yes!" The maid froze, her expression changing quickly but did not dare ask more, respectfully bowing and retreating.

"With the Five-Headed Seal appearing, blood will flow like rivers. Will chaos reign in the Three Realms once again?" A sigh echoed as the Nine-Tailed Fox seemed to see the scene from millions of years ago—floating corpses, blood flowing into the river. How many more souls would be tainted this time?

The Cold Moon Immortal and the Nine-Tailed Fox received word, so other scattered immortals and demon kings naturally wouldn't sit idly by either. However, their reactions were delayed as they focused on a smaller interface within the Spirit Realm.

Although this place couldn't compare to the Cold Moon or Azure Peaks realms, it was still one of the most resource-rich interfaces in the Spirit Realm.

In some Immortal's Abode and Treasure Land, pavilions and terraces stood amidst jade buildings. The sound of stringed instruments never ceased. Even if he hadn't visited the Celestial Realm, this scene wasn't too different!

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