Chapter 1831 — That Youth Three Thousand Years Later
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In barely three thousand years, the ancestral court had already changed beyond all recognition; even Granny Zhu, Li Zheng, and the others, who had seen it after it was sealed, now felt utterly alien. After they had left, some great upheaval had plainly happened here again.
The Jade Capital of the ancestral court had turned bright and resplendent.
From a distance, that incomparably gorgeous city sat amid clouds of chaos, and faint trails of chaos aura could be seen seeping out of it, shrouding the Jade Capital in mist and fog. Within the city stood Dao trees one after another, tall, majestic, and densely leafy.
And then there was the Cosmic Bell of the ancestral court's World Tree, so inconceivably vast that no one knew who had forged it or who made it ring.
Around the World Tree, the Chaos Rivers no longer appeared only at night—they now emerged even in daylight, like sixteen moats protecting the Boundless Elder.
Within those sixteen Chaos Rivers, the World Tree's colossal roots coiled and interlaced, plunging into the rivers and piercing age after age of the universe, terrifying to behold. Around the World Tree, Dao trees great and small stood in ranks, and countless prehistoric Dao-achievers had plucked the Dao fruits from their own trees and transplanted them onto the World Tree, making it extraordinarily garish and beautiful.
But the greatest change was none of these: it was the lie of the mountains and rivers along the four walls of the ancestral court. That change in topography was not eye-catching, yet it was the largest of all.
In the past, Shen Mu had laid down the ancestral court's seal by altering its mountains and rivers, using that topography as the basis for the Dao patterns and Dao chains that formed the seal. Now the mountains and rivers had become orderly, shaping themselves into patterns like relief designs carved on the walls of a great tripod.
Only, in complexity, the four walls of this tripod that was the ancestral court were countless times more complex than an ordinary tripod.
Such a change showed that the ancestral court increasingly resembled an incomparably vast treasure. Zhu Santong was a man of vast knowledge and experience, but even he was stunned.
"Seventh Young Master has made a bold move!
What exactly is the old gentleman trying to do?
" Compared with Lord Chaos, Zhu Santong still had to call himself a junior.
Lord Chaos of Miluo Palace had become famous very early.
By the time Zhu Santong attained the Dao, Lord Chaos had long since been renowned throughout the world, and because he ranked seventh in Miluo Palace, he was called the Seventh Young Master.
For Zhu Santong to address him as an old gentleman was not unreasonable. What felt even stranger was that the sky had become like an ocean.
A Chaos Sea hung upside down over the ancestral court; above that sea hung inverted lotuses, colossal beyond measure, with three or four lotus leaves floating on the water.
The Chaos Sea was suspended from the heavens, and from time to time dazzlingly brilliant streams of light burst forth from it, blindingly bright; when they reached the air above the lotuses, they curved through the sky and fell into the blooms. Inside each lotus was a lotus platform with seed-pod pores at its center, and from those pores shot streams of chaos aura that reflected the light.
The sight made everyone's eyes go wide. "Lord Shang and the Dark Heavenly Venerable never said anything about the ancestral court changing like this," Emperor Yiyue murmured, staring blankly.
"Those two are the sort you could beat with eight clubs and not get a single fart out of.
You can't rely on them.
" Granny Zhu had also stared until her eyes went round and said it offhandedly.
Zhu Santong looked up and saw six layers of lotus petals around the lotus platform—the sixfold Dao grade of the Guixu Way. Among those present, he had the keenest eyes and the most experience, and could discern some clues.