Chapter 1089 An Unexpected Person: Qingxuan's Questioning

"This pill is called the 'Purple Cloud Dao-Nourishing Pill'," Xiao Yan's flame clone introduced with a smile.

"This pill was meticulously crafted by me over nine months in the core of the Endless Fire Domain using several rare lightning crystal core powders, ten-thousand-year-old warm soul jade marrow, and a 'primordial lightning spirit energy' extracted from the extraterrestrial lightning storm as the main ingredient, while also drawing upon the power of the Emperor Flame's origin."

He looked at Mo Yu and explained its effects in detail: "Although this pill cannot help people break through their realm directly, nor does it have the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life, its medicinal properties are moderate and peaceful, and it contains a trace of the pure thunderous spirituality of the beginning of heaven and earth."

For those newly entering the Saintly Rank, consuming it can accelerate the stabilization of their nascent Saintly Rank power, smooth out any minor hidden dangers that might arise from a forced breakthrough, and further nourish the soul, enhancing the speed of comprehension of the rules of heaven and earth, especially the Great Dao of Thunder. It was specially given to my cousin.

He flicked his finger.

The 'Purple Cloud Dao-Nourishing Pill,' shrouded in purple aura and imbued with the Dao of Thunder, transformed into a stream of light and steadily flew towards Mo Yu, hovering in front of him.

The purple aura surrounding the pill resonated slightly with the chaotic lightning that flowed naturally around Mo Yu, producing a subtle, pleasant humming sound.

Mo Yu looked at the pill, a hint of understanding and appreciation flashing in his eyes.

He could sense the pure energy contained in the pill and the innate thunder rhyme that was extremely beneficial to stabilizing his realm. This was indeed a very useful gift for him at this stage.

Xiao Yan clearly grasped his current needs accurately based on his own experience, without pursuing unrealistic or exaggerated effects, which made him seem even more sincere and valuable.

"Cousin Xiao Yan is very kind." Mo Yu nodded slightly and reached out to take the pill.

Sensing the spirituality within the pill that subtly resonated with his own thunderous power, he said, "This pill is exactly what I need right now. I will remember this kindness, brother."

Xiao Yan laughed and waved his hand: "There's no need for formalities between us. Your ability to stabilize your cultivation level as soon as possible is the best response to my congratulatory gift."

"When I advance to the Saint Rank one day, we'll have a proper spar, and I'll witness firsthand the true power of your Saint Rank thunder!"

The words conveyed both brotherly affection and a yearning and expectation for a higher realm.

Upon seeing this, everyone in the hall nodded in agreement.

Emperor Yan's congratulatory gift was not extravagant, but extremely practical and appropriate, fully demonstrating his profound knowledge as a master alchemist and his thoughtful consideration for his friend.

This further highlights the deep and sincere friendship between the two rulers.

This gift also earned everyone's respect and recognition.

Just as Xiao Yan's fire-type clone was giving away the 'Purple Cloud Dao-Nourishing Pill' and the atmosphere in the hall was harmonious, the void was once again shaken by a completely different force.

It is not the heat and agility of flames, but a primordial and ancient power originating from the beginning of time, an absolute power that suppresses all heavens and establishes the order of the universe!

"Hey!"

A clear sound like tearing silk rang out, and the space above the Thunder Emperor Temple was forcibly ripped open like a curtain by a brute yet precise force, creating a huge opening.

Within the cracks, there was not only pitch blackness and nothingness, but also eight different colors of primordial power flowing with the laws of nature: the weight of the primordial wilderness, the violence of thunder, the extreme of ice, the depth of darkness, the folding of space, the cycle of life and death, the devouring of the void, and an ancient meaning that carries all things!

The power of the eight ancestral symbols intertwined, temporarily stabilizing this temporary spatial passage.

Immediately afterwards, a figure as steady as a mountain stepped out from the passage.

The newcomer was tall and upright, with a strong face and calm, reserved eyes, yet seemingly containing a sharpness capable of tearing the sky apart.

He was dressed in a simple blue robe without much adornment, but just by standing there, the immense pressure he naturally exuded made many Heavenly Sovereigns present feel breathless, as if they were facing not a person, but a vast and boundless primordial world!

The person who arrived was none other than the clone of Martial Ancestor Lin Dong!

Unlike Xiao Yan's flame clone, which reached the Immortal level and emitted an outward aura, Lin Dong's clone had a more restrained and profound aura.

Its energy level also remained at the Immortal grade, but the oppressive feeling originating from the physical body and the ancestral symbol was like a deep-sea undercurrent, surging and turbulent.

"Brother Mo, congratulations." Lin Dong's clone's gaze fell directly on Mo Yu on the throne. His voice was steady and concise, yet carried an undeniable sincerity.

He, Mo Yu, and Xiao Yan all emerged from lower planes, and they were kindred spirits, so there was no need for excessive formalities.

Mo Yu nodded slightly, a hint of warmth flashing in his silver eyes: "Brother Lin, thank you for coming."

Although Lin Dong himself did not come in person, Mo Yu understood perfectly, because he knew that Lin Dong's current state was obviously not much different from Xiao Yan's, and they were both at a critical moment in advancing to the Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign, and could not afford to make a mistake.

Lin Dong's clone said no more. He raised his right hand, and in his palm, the light of the eight-colored ancestral symbol slowly flowed and gathered.

This was not an attack, but rather, under his incredibly precise control, the ancestral symbols representing the origin of heaven and earth began to intertwine, compress, and condense in a mysterious trajectory.

Gradually, an ancient seal, about the size of a palm and with a dark, chaotic color, took shape in his palm.

This ancient seal has a simple and ancient shape, as if it has gone through countless ages. On the seal body, eight fine but extremely clear rune marks can be faintly seen, each corresponding to the characteristics of the eight ancestral symbols.

Around the ancient seal, the space was slightly distorted, and a faint rumbling sound came from within it. It was not real thunder, but power that had been condensed to the extreme, which resonated with the laws of heaven and earth!

What's even more striking is that the aura emanating from this ancient seal subtly resonates with Mo Yu's chaotic lightning, as if it were born with the ability to draw upon and bear the power of lightning.

"This item is called the 'Eight Talismans Demon-Suppressing Thunder Seal'," Lin Dong's clone introduced, his voice as steady as ever.

"This item is neither a weapon for attacking enemies nor a cultivation pill. It is a piece of 'Chaotic Thunder Pattern Steel' mother ore that I extracted a trace of the original Dao essence of the eight ancestral symbols and integrated it into a piece of 'Chaotic Thunder Pattern Steel' found in the vast starry sky. Using it as the core, I spent several months of hard work imitating the true meaning of the ancestral symbols and finally forging it."

He held the ancient seal in his palm and explained its function in detail: "The greatest effect of this seal is 'suppression' and 'resonance'."

Firstly, it can calm the mind and resist external demonic attacks. Even divine sense attacks or inner demonic disturbances at the Saint-grade Heavenly Supreme level can be protected and suppressed to a certain extent.

Secondly, because its core is Chaotic Thunder Pattern Steel, and it somewhat simulates your thunder power, placing it in a cultivation meditation room or the core of the Thunder Prison can create a positive resonance with your thunderous holy power, purifying the surrounding thunderous energy to a certain extent and improving cultivation efficiency. This may offer subtle assistance, especially in consolidating your initial Saint-grade realm and comprehending the Great Dao of Thunder.

He paused, then added, "Furthermore, if we encounter a powerful enemy, we can summon it in a moment of crisis. Although it is not primarily for offense, the sealing power of the eight ancestral symbols it contains is enough to trap all the powerful beings below the Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereign, or interfere with their supernatural powers. It is a practical item that combines protection, assistance, and harassment."

After saying this, Lin Dong's clone gently loosened his arm.

The 'Eight Symbols Demon-Suppressing Thunder Seal,' which exuded an ancient and primordial aura and contained the Dao principles of the Eight Symbols resonating with thunder, transformed into an eight-colored stream of light, steadily and firmly flying towards Mo Yu, and finally quietly hovering in front of him.

The ancient seal came into contact with the chaotic lightning flowing around Mo Yu, producing a deep and harmonious hum, like a long-lost friend reuniting.

Mo Yu reached out and took the ancient seal. It was slightly heavy in his hand and had a cool touch, but he could clearly feel the immense sealing power contained within it and the trace of thunderous spirituality that was extremely compatible with him.

He understood that Lin Dong's gift, like Xiao Yan's, was prepared based on an accurate assessment of their current situation, making it both practical and meaningful.

Even a trace of the original Daoist essence of the Eight Ancestral Symbols is extremely precious, let alone perfectly fusing it into a single seal; the difficulty of its creation is unimaginable.

"Brother Lin, this seal suits my taste perfectly, thank you." Mo Yu held the ancient seal in his hand, feeling the steady power emanating from it, and solemnly expressed his gratitude.

This gift represents the core power foundation of the Martial Realm, and its significance is extraordinary.

Lin Dong's clone showed a faint but genuine smile and nodded: "It's good that it's useful."

His gaze swept over Xiao Yan's fiery clone, and the three of them met in mid-air, their understanding unspoken.

Without needing many words, their alliance was strengthened by Mo Yu's breakthrough and made even more unbreakable by their timely and heartfelt friendship.

The people inside the hall watched this scene with a mix of emotions.

Emperor Yan bestowed elixirs to aid cultivation, and Martial Ancestor bestowed seals to protect the Dao and suppress demons.

These two allies, who share a deep bond with the Emperor, expressed their sincerest congratulations and unwavering support in their own unique way.

This undoubtedly proclaims to the entire world that the alliance of these three rulers from the lower plane is unshakeable!

Inside the Thunder Emperor's Temple, the atmosphere was electric.

Although Mo Yu is rather aloof and dislikes excessive noise, ascending to the Saintly Rank is an unprecedented event in Thunder Prison, and necessary celebrations and banquets are indispensable.

At this moment, although there was no noisy music in the main hall, there was still a lively atmosphere with clinking glasses and the aroma of spiritual fruits and wine.

Led by Xiao Yan and Lin Dong's clones, representatives from various forces who came to offer their congratulations, as well as the core leaders of Thunder Prison, sat in rows. Everyone's face was beaming with smiles as they greeted each other. Their conversations were filled with expectations for the future of Thunder Prison and compliments for Mo Yu.

Mo Yu sat upright on the Thunder Throne, playing with the 'Eight Talismans Demon-Suppressing Thunder Seal' given to him by Lin Dong. Occasionally, he exchanged glances with Xiao Yan and Lin Dong's clone below. Although his expression remained calm, there was a hint of joy after the breakthrough and planning for the future deep in his eyes.

Xiao Yu, Lei Feier, Xiao Yixian, Qing Lin, Yun Yun, Ya Fei, and other women were seated to the side and behind the throne, their bearing elegant and graceful, enjoying the supreme glory that belonged to their husbands.

The entire hall was enveloped in a harmonious, warm, and hopeful atmosphere.

Everyone believed that this would be the beginning of a glorious era for Thunder Prison, and that after the feast, the Thunder Banner would sweep across an even wider starry sky.

However, at this very moment when everyone was enjoying themselves and the atmosphere was at its most lively.

"Report——!"

A hurried, even alarmed, report was poured into this warm feast like ice water, instantly drowning out all the conversation and laughter!

A commander guarding the outer star field of the Thunder Emperor Palace, dressed in lightning-patterned armor, rushed into the main hall and knelt on one knee before he could even fully conceal the lightning surging around him from his rapid flight.

"Reporting to the Prison Master! There is an urgent report from the outer realms! Elder Qingxuan of the Ancient Futu Clan has broken through the star field's defenses and is seriously injured. She says... she has something extremely urgent and must see the Prison Master immediately!"

"what?!"

"Elder Qingxuan?"

"A member of the Ancient Buddha Clan? How could she..."

"Forced through the defenses? And got injured?"

Inside the main hall, an uproar erupted instantly!

Everyone was stunned, and their reaction was replaced by astonishment, confusion, and bewilderment.

The Futu Ancient Clan and Lei Yu had no close relationship, and there was even a slight estrangement between them due to the positions of the old and new forces. Why would their elders come in such a disheveled and urgent manner at such a sensitive time?

And he specifically requested to see the Thunder Emperor, who had just broken through to the next level?

Mo Yu, seated on the throne, frowned almost imperceptibly.

Qingxuan? He naturally remembered this person; she was Qing Yanjing's older sister, and he had met her several times before.

Why had she come? And why was she in such a disheveled state? A strange sense of unease crept into his heart like a dark cloud…

Before Mo Yu could give the order, and before the people in the hall could recover from their shock, a weak but exceptionally resolute figure staggered into the hall's spiritual light range!

It is Qingxuan!

At this moment, she was no longer the graceful and noble elder of the ancient Futu clan.

Her palace dress was stained with mottled bloodstains and dust, torn in many places, her hair was disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and there was still a trace of blood left at the corner of her mouth.

Clearly, she had paid a heavy price to overcome certain obstacles; her aura was extremely weak, but her eyes burned with the last flame as she stared intently at Mo Yu on the throne.

Her sudden appearance and her miserable state made the entire hall so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes shifting back and forth between Qingxuan and Moyu, their hearts filled with immense questions.

Xiao Yan and Lin Dong's clones also stopped smiling, their brows furrowing slightly as they realized that something was amiss.

Looking at Qingxuan in this state, Mo Yu's unease quickly grew.

He waved his hand, signaling the guard to step back. His deep, chaotic silver lightning eyes stared at Qingxuan, his voice steady yet carrying a tension he himself was unaware of: "Elder Qingxuan, what has happened? What exactly has occurred?"

Qingxuan, holding her breath, pushed away the Lei Yu maid who tried to help her, and walked slowly and laboriously toward the throne.

Her gaze swept across the magnificent hall, over the powerful-looking guests, and finally settled on Mo Yu's face.

Her eyes were filled with endless anxiety, grief and indignation, and a trace of... indescribable complexity. Her gaze seemed to be scrutinizing and confirming, and it also carried a kind of resolute determination to gamble everything.

She took a deep breath, and with all her might, her voice, hoarse yet clear, resounded like thunder in everyone's ears.

"Mo Yu! Let me ask you, after more than a decade, do you still remember Qing Yanjing of the Futu Ancient Clan?!"