ebookland Chapter 237 Xuannv 102
Chapter 237 Xuannv 102
"It's definitely a scene you can't imagine." Xiaoyu's voice sounded faintly in Jiaojiao's sea of consciousness, carrying a bit of mysterious meaning. The tone was drawn out, as if every word was wrapped in endless secrets.
“Don’t keep me in suspense. How can I save Donghua if you don’t tell me?” Jiaojiao’s voice was full of anxiety and worry, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of nervousness. She was extremely anxious and only wanted to know how to save Donghua as soon as possible.
"Okay, sister, you can see for yourself." Xiaoyu sighed helplessly and compromised. In an instant, pictures appeared in Jiaojiao's mind one by one like lively light and shadow elves. At first, those pictures were just vague outlines, but gradually became clear and discernible, as if they were about to unfold a shocking secret in front of her.
Donghua had a stern face and a pine-like figure. His purple robe fluttered in the biting wind. He hurried out of Taichen Palace. Outside Taichen Palace, the wind was howling, as if the world was whispering an ominous prelude. The magical flowers and herbs along the way were blown to the ground, and their branches and leaves trembled.
He rushed towards the Zhuxian Terrace. The Zhuxian Terrace was suspended between heaven and earth, surrounded by rolling clouds and mist, like a raging sea, and the cold aura seemed to be able to split the sky. The legendary Three Lives Stone stood quietly beside the Zhuxian Terrace, and the faint light appeared and disappeared in the chaotic clouds, as if silently telling the causes and consequences of the six realms, and seemed to be waiting for a storm that would rewrite fate.
Donghua's figure was like a streak of purple lightning, cutting through the nine layers of the sky, and in an instant he arrived at the Zhuxian Terrace. Auspicious clouds and mists were lingering here, and the immortals had already stood respectfully, densely clustered around the Zhuxian Terrace. Some of them had fluttering sleeves and solemn expressions; some were whispering to each other, with undercurrents surging. The biting cold wind blew through them, making the accessories of the immortals jingle, adding a bit of tension to the solemn atmosphere.
The moment the Emperor Donghua and the Star Lord Siming descended, it was as if an invisible pressure forced everyone to react instinctively. All the immortals moved in unison, quickly and orderly dispersed to both sides, leaving a wide and straight passage. Everyone knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, clasped their hands together, and shouted in unison: "Greetings to the Emperor!" The voice was loud and clear, like a huge bell, echoing for a long time above the Zhuxian Terrace, shaking the surrounding clouds and mist violently, and it could not calm down for a long time.
Emperor Donghua seemed to be oblivious to this grand and solemn worship ceremony. His deep eyes went straight through the crowd and looked into the depths of Zhuxiantai, his footsteps not stopping. At this time, the sound of the wind beside Zhuxiantai became sharper and sharper, like the howling of ghosts and wolves, as if it was going to drag everything into an endless abyss. But the Emperor still walked towards the set goal step by step with a calmness and majesty that remained unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him. Only the hem of his clothes and long hair fluttered in the wind, as if showing his inner calmness and fearlessness of the unknown.
"It's quite lively today, you are all gathered here on the Zhuxian Terrace." Emperor Donghua stood straight, like a pine tree standing proudly beside the Zhuxian Terrace. He raised his eyes slightly, and his narrow and deep eyes slowly and indifferently swept over everyone present. His eyes were as deep as the sea, as calm as an eternal and unchanging deep pool, without the slightest ripple. His voice was cold, just like an ice spring flowing over cold stones. Every note hovered and echoed in the air above the Zhuxian Terrace, making the surrounding air seem to cool down a bit.
"Reporting to the Emperor, we are here because there is something strange on the Immortal Execution Platform, not..." When the Emperor saw the Emperor asking the question, his expression suddenly tensed up, and he hurriedly stepped forward in small steps. He tried his best to maintain a respectful posture, and after standing still, he performed a very standard and profound salute to the Emperor Donghua, with his waist bent, and beads of sweat inadvertently oozing out of his forehead, which shone with nervous luster in the dim light. His eyes were full of awe, as if he was facing the most majestic god in the world, and there was a hint of uneasiness, and his words were full of cautious explanations, as if he was afraid of accidentally angering the master in front of him.
"What? Did you find anything unusual?" Donghua Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, the movement was subtle but very majestic, and a hint of doubt flashed across his deep eyes, like a breeze passing over a calm lake. He pursed his thin lips, his lines were cold and resolute, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts as if it was real. He looked straight at the Emperor, his expression was still as cold as frost, only his slightly narrowed eyes revealed some of his inner concern. His tone was still calm, but under that calmness, it seemed that there was a turbulent undercurrent that was about to be revealed, like an underwater volcano that was about to erupt under the calm sea.
"Replying to the Emperor, your name has appeared on the Three Lives Stone again." Upon hearing this question, the Heavenly Emperor lowered his head even lower, his neck almost bent at 90 degrees, and the hair on his forehead was a little messy because of this posture. He did not dare to look directly at the Emperor's eyes, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, without any blood, his lips trembled slightly, and he uttered these words with difficulty. These words seemed to have magical power. Once they were spoken, the air of the entire Zhuxiantai seemed to be instantly sucked away and then condensed into ice. The voices of the immortals who were originally whispering stopped abruptly, and they looked at each other, and saw shock and panic in each other's wide eyes, as if a huge storm was about to sweep over, and they would have nowhere to escape from this storm.