bioinnovel Chapter 695 A God-Sent Opportunity
Chapter 695 A God-Sent Opportunity
Lin Hanzhou stood with his hands behind his back, his figure gradually becoming ethereal and transparent, as if he might merge into the boundless night at any moment.
"In battles between peers, or against opponents of similar cultivation levels, even if your limbs are broken, your master, as an avatar, will never intervene."
"But what if you encounter those shameless elders who use their cultivation level to intimidate you and try to take your life..."
Lin Hanzhou's eyes turned incredibly cold at that moment, and an aura of domineering arrogance soared to the heavens.
"This incarnation of mine will teach them how to be human!"
As the last word faded inside the wooden house, Lin Hanzhou's figure completely transformed into a shower of starlight, silently disappearing before Qin Changqing's eyes, as if he had never existed.
The stagnant air inside the cabin began to flow again, and the chirping of summer insects outside resumed.
Everything returned to normal.
Only the heavy, dark purple-gold storage ring on Qin Changqing's finger, and the world-destroying power deep within his consciousness, truly reminded him that what had just happened was no dream.
Qin Changqing slowly stood up from the ground. He walked to the window, pushed open the old wooden window, and let the cool night breeze caress his cheeks.
He raised his head, his gaze passing over the back mountain and looking towards the towering, brightly lit main peak of the Qingyun Sect.
The gaze that Qin Changqing had held back for ten years finally stopped darting away.
He knew his chance for revenge had come.
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Time is like fine sand flowing through your fingers; silently, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
If this period of time were spent in the United States, it would be enough to change two presidents.
Over the past decade, the remote and tranquil cultivation star field has remained unchanged, and the Qingyun Sect still looks down on this land from its high position. As the undisputed absolute overlord of this planet, it enjoys the worship and offerings of billions of living beings.
Meanwhile, in that dilapidated wooden house behind the Qingyun Sect, where sunlight never shines, Qin Changqing's life trajectory has undergone an astonishing transformation.
With the dark purple-gold storage ring bestowed upon him by the Great Emperor's master, Qin Changqing no longer needed to worry about cultivation resources.
The sheer volume of top-grade cultivation resources—enough to fill the treasuries of dozens of medium-sized sects—became his strongest foundation.
After receiving ample resources, the terrifying potential of the Longevity Body finally revealed its formidable nature as one of the top ten strongest physiques in the universe.
There are no bottlenecks, and no risk of going astray.
That rich life essence was constantly washing over his meridians and bone marrow.
In just ten years, Qin Changqing forcefully pushed his true cultivation level from the initial first level of the Immortal Platform Realm all the way to the peak of the Dao Severing Realm!
The Dao-Slaying Realm is the most perilous chasm that cultivators must overcome before entering the Saint Realm.
The so-called "cutting the path" means to understand one's true nature, to cut off one's own attachments and distractions, and to establish the supreme path one will walk in the future.
Only by successfully severing the Dao can one undergo the transformative tribulation of sainthood and completely transcend the mortal realm.
For Qin Changqing, his obsession didn't need to be sought out at all.
That vast expanse of scorched ruins stretching for millions of miles...
This deep-seated hatred is his deepest obsession!
His path is the path of revenge!
Only by slaughtering the entire Qingyun Sect and beheading the high and mighty Saint Sect Leader can he truly sever the bloody karma that has entangled him for decades and make his Dao heart perfect and flawless.
And today, the perfect opportunity to sever this obsession has finally arrived.
Tonight, the Qingyun Sect is destined to have a sleepless night.
The entire sect was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, filled with spiritual energy, and countless auspicious beasts circled and danced in the air, radiating boundless auspicious light.
On the white jade square of the main peak, tens of thousands of tables were set up for a flowing spiritual banquet, with ethereal music and the fragrance of fine wines wafting through the void for hundreds of miles around.
Today is the 3,000th birthday of the sage leader of the Qingyun Sect!
For a sage, three thousand years old is the prime of life, when one's vital energy and blood are at their peak.
Throughout the entire star field, countless large and small cultivation families and sects, all prepared generous gifts and traveled thousands of miles to pay homage. Even some forces from beyond the star field sent envoys to offer their congratulations.
At the very top of the White Jade Plaza sat dozens of powerful figures whose auras were as deep and boundless as the ocean.
Sitting in the very center on the purple-gold dragon throne was an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a Taoist robe.
He was surrounded by faint traces of sacred laws, and when he opened his eyes, there were hints of lightning flashing.
This person is none other than the supreme ruler of the Qingyun Sect—the Qingyun Saint!
On either side below him sat the thirty-six core elders of the Qingyun Sect.
These people, the lowest in terms of cultivation level, are at the Sendai realm, and several of them have even reached the peak of the Dao-Slaying realm.
Qin Changqing mingled among hundreds of servant disciples serving tea and water, his head bowed, his hands steadily holding a jade plate filled with thousand-year-old spirit wine.
His gaze inadvertently swept over the figures on the high platform.
First Elder, Second Elder, Head of the Enforcement Hall, Head of the Transmission Pavilion...
Decades have passed, and these people may have changed slightly in appearance, but Qin Changqing has engraved their aura into his very bones!
The massacre that took place decades ago was personally led and carried out by this group of high-ranking figures.
Qin Changqing remembered every drop of blood on their hands clearly.
"Tonight, all the high-ranking members of the Qingyun Sect have gathered here. This is a golden opportunity that we cannot afford to miss."
Qin Changqing silently recited this in his heart.
He slowly walked up to the high platform, and under the pretext of pouring wine for the elders and the sect leader, he flicked his fingertips very discreetly.
A wisp of transparent powder, which even divine sense could not detect, silently fell into the wine cups of the sage leader and many core elders.
This was no ordinary poison, but an ancient and rare poison called "Fallen Saint Powder" that he had found in the storage ring given to him by Lin Hanzhou over the past ten years.
This poison is colorless and odorless, and has no effect on cultivators below the Sendai Realm. It only has a fatal weakening effect on powerful individuals who have mastered the laws.
Once it enters the throat, even a saint will experience stagnation of qi and blood and depletion of laws after half an incense stick's time, leaving them with less than one-tenth of their combat power!
"Fellow Daoists! Today marks my three thousandth birthday. I am deeply grateful for your presence and for traveling from afar to offer your congratulations. I hereby raise a toast to you all!"
The Sage of Qingyun stood up with a radiant face, raised the white jade wine cup in his hand, and his voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the entire Qingyun Sect.
"May the Sect Leader live as long as the heavens and enjoy eternal bliss!"
Tens of thousands of cultivators stood up in unison, respectfully raised their wine cups, and drank them down in one gulp.
The Sage of Azure Clouds tilted his head back and drank the thousand-year-old spiritual wine that had been "added" to his cup.
Watching this scene, Qin Changqing, standing in the shadows, slowly revealed a chilling smile, like that of a demon from the depths of hell.
The wine has been swallowed, and fate is sealed.