Chapter 2082: Altar Teleportation

With the token bestowed by Master Kong, Zhang Xuan obtained thirty Yuan Force Pills and then went to the sea outside the Star-Chasing Palace to be alone for a while.

He never saw anyone from the Divine Hall come to kill him.

He felt a bit disappointed.

In the past, they would send not only pills but also their heads... Now, they didn't want to send pills, nor their heads...

This 'Master Kong,' ever since Zhang Xuan discovered his true face, had not been as honorable as before!

'If only I hadn't played the hero and gone to the Divine Hall...'

After waiting another hour or so and finding no one, Zhang Xuan had no choice but to return to the Star-Chasing Palace.

'Master Kong said before that he was suppressed for thousands of years and hasn't fully recovered yet. Moreover, he used his power to unseal the Divine Hall, so his true strength isn't that weak. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been defeated by the combined forces of his clone and many immortal beasts. But... who suppressed him?'

This Master Kong had said he was suppressed for thousands of years...

The Divine Hall was destroyed, which showed its power. Even the most transcendent forces couldn't deal with it. Who had the ability to suppress him for thousands of years, only waking up now?

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure it out, so he stopped dwelling on it.

He swallowed the thirty top-grade Yuan Force Pills he had just obtained. His cultivation was only a hair's breadth away from the peak of the Pseudo-God realm, ready to break through at any moment.

Feeling the surging power within him, Zhang Xuan's eyes gleamed.

He summoned his clone again.

This time, the two fought fiercely, evenly matched. His power was no less than his clone's, and they were evenly matched.

And this was without him using his sword techniques.

'Finally stronger than the clone...'

Heaving a sigh of relief, Zhang Xuan was filled with emotion.

Ever since he had the clone, he had always been crushed by it at the same level. Only after comprehending a cultivation technique truly his own did he finally surpass it.

'It's time to go to the Divine Hall...'

Walking out of the room, Zhang Xuan exuded strong confidence.

It was time to go to the Divine Hall, rescue Du Qingyuan, and settle all grievances.

As for whether that person was really Master Kong, he now finally had the strength to face him and find a way to expose him.

He found Zhao Yue and Jiang Yao, and had Wu Chen retrieve the altar of the Spirit Race.

'Sect Leader, I'm afraid... once you know this, the other side will also understand. It's very likely they have already set up an ambush in the Divine Hall...'

Han Jianqiu was full of worry.

The other party could even master the special language used in sacrifices, so their understanding of sacrifices far exceeded anyone present.

If you can understand that sacrificing through the altar can teleport someone, how could the other party not know?

Perhaps they have already set a trap, waiting for you to go!

'If I don't do this, there's no way to save Du Qingyuan, and I can't keep wasting time here...'

Zhang Xuan shook his head.

He knew this, but... he couldn't just keep wasting time!

The most critical point was that he had fought with that Master Kong. Even when not fully recovered, he was evenly matched with the clone. Once he fully recovered, who could defeat him?

If that time came, his own death would be a small matter, but everyone connected to him would surely not survive.

No matter what, he couldn't back down now, nor could he afford to.

'Teacher, we want to go with you...'

Zhao Ya and the others came up to him.

'Your current strength is still too weak. These jade bottles contain special power to break through to Pseudo-God. Cultivate quickly. If you have Pseudo-God strength, you can help me!'

Waving his hand, Zhang Xuan didn't say much. With a flick of his finger, he sent the special aura he had prepared for these disciples over.

Zhao Ya and the others had been in the Upper Firmament for too short a time. Although they now had sufficient resources and techniques, they were still far from Pseudo-God.

If they went to the Divine Hall, not only would they be unable to help him, they might be captured and used against him.

Rather than that, it was better to let them continue cultivating here, striving to break through as soon as possible.

Knowing their teacher's concerns, Zhao Ya and the others said no more, clenching their fists.

Their teacher was going on an adventure, but as his disciples, they couldn't help because of their weak cultivation. It was a great shame.

'Han Jianqiu, I have a new understanding of the Divine Sword Intent. I will now impart it to you...'

After arranging for his disciples, Zhang Xuan suddenly remembered something and looked at Han Jianqiu beside him.

'Thank you, Sect Leader...'

Han Jianqiu's eyes lit up.

He had been studying the Divine Sword Intent cultivation technique that the Sect Leader had bestowed earlier, and he was only a hair's breadth away from a breakthrough. With new insights, he might be able to integrate everything and break through directly!

Once he comprehended the Divine Sword Intent, with his Pseudo-God strength, even if he couldn't restore his ancestor's glory, he would no longer be as passive when facing the Divine Hall or the Tong Shen Hall!

'However, this sword technique is my own understanding and has deviated somewhat from the sect's Divine Sword Intent. To learn it, you must first become my teaching disciple. Elder Han, are you willing?'

After hesitating, Zhang Xuan said.

He wasn't insulting the other party, but... seeing if he could condense a Heavenly Dao Scroll!

He was about to go to the Divine Hall. Although his cultivation had improved a lot, he still had no confidence facing that Master Kong!

But if he had one or two Heavenly Dao Scrolls, he wouldn't be so passive.

As long as he took a disciple and gained their sincere gratitude, a scroll could be produced. It didn't necessarily have to be a direct disciple.

'Alright!'

After a moment of surprise, Han Jianqiu nodded.

Many experts had rules that techniques were not passed on to non-disciples. The Divine Sword Intent was profound and mysterious. Even if the Sect Leader didn't want to pass it on, it was normal.

Being a teaching disciple was nothing to him.

Seeing his agreement, Zhang Xuan pointed a finger.

His understanding of the sword path immediately entered the other's mind.

Holding a long sword, Han Jianqiu swung it continuously. After an unknown time, a sound like glass breaking came from within him, and then his whole body's power exploded, as if he had become an unsheathed sword, sharp and cold.

'I've comprehended it...'

Han Jianqiu's eyes turned red.

To comprehend this sword intent, he had spent no less than a hundred years of diligent cultivation, but had never succeeded. He never thought it would be completed like this.

'Thank you, Teacher, for your fulfillment...'

Bowing to the ground, Han Jianqiu's expression was respectful.

Seeing his attitude, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. His spirit entered the Library of Heaven's Path and waited for a while, but found no Heavenly Dao Scroll. He couldn't help frowning.

Under normal circumstances, as long as he took a disciple and gained their true gratitude, a Heavenly Dao Scroll would be produced. Why did it fail this time?

Could it be that Han Jianqiu wasn't truly grateful?

'Rise!'

Knowing he couldn't ask, he pulled the other up and looked at Jiang Yao, Qin Yuan, Kui Xiao, and the others.

Using the same method, he imparted his understanding of cultivation, beast taming, martial techniques, etc., to them. The three also gained great benefits, breaking through their cultivation bottlenecks, and also called him teacher, but... only Jiang Yao formed a Heavenly Dao Scroll.

'It seems that so-called gratitude is not only from the depths of the heart but also related to the degree of desire...'

Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Han Jianqiu, Kui Xiao, and Qin Yuan were grateful to him, they were themselves sect leaders and Pseudo-God experts. Even if grateful, they wouldn't be too excited.

It was like inviting a chef to a meal—they might not be particularly grateful, but giving a child a lollipop made you the best person in the world.

The more one experienced, the more indifferent one became to needs.

Jiang Yao was not a sect leader herself, and had experienced the Trap-Empty City with Zhang Xuan, nearly dying. Being granted a cultivation technique again was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Her gratitude was imaginable!

As for obtaining Heavenly Dao Scrolls in the Master Teacher Continent, it was relatively easy. That should be because... the culture of teacher inheritance had been nurtured for tens of thousands of years, and everyone respected teachers from the bottom of their hearts. Once they became disciples, they sincerely submitted.

In the Upper Firmament, although they also respected teachers, it was still far behind the Master Teacher Continent with its Master Teacher Hall.

'Gratitude is also a kind of emotion...'

Zhang Xuan sighed.

He had long known how Heavenly Dao Scrolls were formed, but had never paid much attention.

If he had known earlier, he might have created powerful techniques like 'Heaven Has Affection' long ago, instead of being stuck at the Immortal Monarch realm for half a month.

'Let's begin!'

Everything was ready; he said no more.

Whoosh!

As the sacrificial items burned, the altar nearby floated up, emitting a breath-taking aura.

Wu Chen chanted in a special language, the flames grew hot, and the space before them twisted continuously, as if a portal just big enough for one person appeared out of thin air.

'Teacher, let me go first and take a look. If there's danger, we can reconsider...'

Han Jianqiu hurried over.

'Let me go. Although my strength is not as good as yours, I have many ways to survive...' Elder Kui Xiao said.

Seeing the two anxious, Zhang Xuan smiled: 'No need. I'll go first. Whether it's dangerous or not, you can come after. Even if the other side is the Divine Hall, we will charge in!'

'Alright!'

Everyone's blood boiled.

Charging into the Divine Hall—thousands of years ago, their predecessors had succeeded. Perhaps this time... there was hope again.

But whether they succeeded or not, since the Divine Hall had shown its sharp claws, the Six Great Sects were not to be bullied!

For the dignity of the sects passed down for thousands of years, they would charge without hesitation!

'Whoosh!'

Taking a step forward, Zhang Xuan arrived at the portal. With a movement of his body, he went straight in.

The space before him twisted. With a light smile, he released his clone and entered the storage ring himself.

As others had said, the Divine Hall was full of dangers, and it was very likely that an ambush had been set. The clone's undying body was most suitable to go first.

Circulating immortal power, he took a step sideways.

The next moment, the clone emerged from the folded space.

'Hmm? Where is this?'

What appeared before him was not the Divine Hall he had seen before, nor the destroyed headquarters of the Tong Shen Hall, but a narrow passage stretching into the void, with no end in sight.

The altar that had teleported him was right under his feet.