bioinnovel Chapter 610 Bad News Arrives
Chapter 610 Bad News Arrives
The Holy Lord hurried along, passing through numerous corridors, and arrived at a study at the deepest part of the palace.
Countless precious ancient books and jade slips are displayed here, and the air is filled with a faint sandalwood scent.
He raised his hand and formed a complex hand seal, his fingertips radiating a milky-white holy light that landed precisely on the seemingly ordinary bronze lamp stand in the corner of the study.
"Click-clack—"
The bookshelf slowly slid away, revealing a hidden door leading underground.
The Holy Lord took a deep breath and walked down the stone steps into the dark room.
The interior of the dark room was not large, about the size of an ordinary palace room. The walls were inlaid with ever-burning lamps that could burn for a long time, emitting a cold, eerie light.
In the very center of the dark room stood a wooden table carved from millennia-old black ice. Nine jade tablets were neatly arranged on the tabletop.
Each of these jade tablets was once crystal clear, exuding the powerful aura of a Saint Realm expert.
But now...
The moment the Holy Lord saw what was on the table, he was struck dumb.
He stumbled and nearly fell directly onto the cold ground.
His hands trembled violently, and his usually dignified face instantly lost all color, turning as pale as paper.
"How is this possible... How is this possible?!"
Overwhelmed by shock and grief, his voice became hoarse and distorted, echoing through the hall like the growl of a wounded beast.
On the table, all nine life-soul jade tablets were now shattered!
Fine jade dust was scattered across the table, appearing particularly desolate under the cold lamplight, as if mocking the Holy Lord's last faint illusion.
"Senior brother...and eight elders...all...have perished?!"
The Supreme Lord of Tai Xuan stared intently at the largest piece of jade located in the very center.
That was the life tablet of his senior brother—the most outstanding genius of the Tai Xuan Holy Land, Qingyun Daoist, whose cultivation had reached the Great Saint Realm.
Qingyun Daoist is a Great Sage Realm expert. A cultivator of this level is a great figure who can hold sway over a region and establish a sect, even in the entire Eastern Continent and the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Besides the Great Sage's life tablet, the other eight tablets belong to the eight most powerful Saint-level elders within the Holy Land.
One Great Sage, eight Sages.
What a terrifying combination!
This is also the greatest foundation that allows the Tai Xuan Holy Land to maintain its status as a top-tier holy land even when it is declining.
But now, these nine powerful figures have all perished at the same time!
The Holy Lord leaned on the corner of the table, panting heavily.
He felt a strong wave of dizziness wash over him, as if a heavy hammer was pounding into his heart.
This is not just the death of nine people; it is the breaking of a backbone of the Tai Xuan Holy Land!
After a long while, the Holy Lord slowly straightened up, leaning against the cold wall.
The interplay of light and shadow on his face in the dark room made him appear decades older in a short time, with a few strands of white hair appearing on his once sharp temples.
He was fully aware of the terrifying implications behind this matter.
The outside world only knows that the Tai Xuan Holy Land has been in a slight decline in recent years, but as long as the Great Sage Qingyun Daoist is in charge, and as long as that group of Sage core forces are there, no one dares to act rashly.
But now, all its foundation has been lost.
"For that 'Three Lives Longevity Grass'... did it really end in total annihilation?"
The Holy Lord closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears silently slid down his cheeks.
The reason why the senior brothers left in secret this time was that the only quasi-emperor ancestor in the holy land was on the verge of death.
In order to deter villains, that ancestor sealed himself within the divine source, barely maintaining the last vestige of life.
But even divine power isn't omnipotent. That old ancestor recently said that he could only live for another ten years at most.
Ten years is a long time for ordinary people, but for cultivators, especially for the inheritance of a holy land, it is just a blink of an eye.
If the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor passes away in ten years, the Tai Xuan Holy Land will face annihilation if it cannot produce combat power of the same level.
Originally, Qingyun Daoist led the team out because he heard that a miraculous medicine that could extend the lifespan of a quasi-emperor by a hundred years had been discovered in a certain secret realm.
As long as we can seize the spiritual medicine and allow the ancestor to live for another hundred years, and if the Tai Xuan Holy Land can produce another Quasi-Emperor within those hundred years, the crisis can be resolved.
But now, the medicine wasn't brought back, and everyone has perished outside.
"Now, apart from the self-proclaimed ancestor, the strongest fighting force in the Tai Xuan Holy Land is actually only me, the Saint King..."
The Holy Lord gave a bitter laugh, his eyes filled with desolation.
Besides him, there are six other saints remaining in the holy land to guard it.
Such strength is more than enough to maintain a first-class holy land, but to hold onto the coveted prize of a "top-tier holy land" is simply a pipe dream.
Within the Eastern Continent, besides the Tai Xuan Holy Land, there are three other holy lands: the Zi Xiao Holy Land, the Wan Yao Holy Land, and the Tian Jian Holy Land.
These three major forces have always coveted the core of the Eastern Continent's spiritual vein, which is occupied by the Tai Xuan Holy Land.
In the past, they were relatively well-behaved because they were wary of the Great Sage of Qingyun and the Quasi-Emperor Ancestor.
But what if the news of the Great Sage Qingyun's demise leaks out...?
The Holy Lord suddenly shivered.
At that time, as long as their own Quasi-Emperor Ancestor passes away, the three great holy lands will definitely come to annihilate the Tai Xuan Holy Land.
Not only the spiritual veins, but also the entire Tai Xuan Holy Land's millennia-old foundation, countless cultivation techniques and secret arts, and rare mineral deposits will be completely devoured by those greedy wolves!
"I can't tell... I absolutely can't let anyone know!"
A resolute glint flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes.
He suddenly waved his sleeve, and a holy law swept across, turning all the jade fragments on the table into nothingness, leaving not even a trace.
He had to keep this news under wraps.
Even if we can keep it a secret for just one more day, we'll do it anyway.
However, even greater pressure followed.
You can keep it a secret for a while, but how long can you keep it a secret?
Ten years from now, on the day the ancestor passes away, the Tai Xuan Holy Land will collapse.
unless……
Suddenly, the image of the black-haired boy who had smashed a Dao soldier with a single punch appeared in the Holy Lord's mind.
Xiao Yan.
That extraordinary individual who awakened the Heaven-Burning Sacred Body and descended upon Tai Xuan in an indisputable manner!
"The Heaven-Burning Sacred Body..."
The Holy Lord murmured softly, his eyes gleaming with an almost frantic hope.
"Ten years! If we can cultivate Xiao Yan to a level where he can hold his own within ten years... if he can truly be like the legendary Holy Body, invincible among his peers, and even capable of defeating opponents of higher levels..."
This is the last straw for the Tai Xuan Holy Land.
Even though this straw seemed so distant, even somewhat ephemeral, he had no other choice.