Doomsday of the Nine Mystical Palace

Doomsday of the Nine Mystical Palace...

In the Qing Continent, an unusual influx of visitors went largely unnoticed by the general population. These newcomers skillfully blended into the crowd, their presence subtle. However, keen observers couldn't help but notice their extraordinary auras, and some even emitted an unsettling demonic qi.

News of these mysterious arrivals reached the Greencloud Pavilion through their scouts, prompting the upper echelons to order a full investigation. In recent times, the Qing Continent had been relatively quiet, and the sudden appearance of so many powerful cultivators raised alarm bells.

"Why would so many Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns and even demonic beasts show up now?" one person questioned, voicing the concerns of many.

"Pavilion Lord, could this be related to our conflict with the Nine Mystical Palace?" another speculated, causing the Pavilion Lord's expression to shift.

However, just as they began to ponder these possibilities, the Pavilion Lord suddenly raised his gaze to the sky and boomed, "Which friends have graced my Greencloud Pavilion with their presence? Why not reveal yourselves?"

In response, a celestial display unfolded as starlight formed the shape of a constellation in the heavens. The Pavilion Lord's expression turned to one of shock as an ethereal, captivating figure descended from the clouds. Her exquisite form left onlookers captivated, but her face remained obscured by a golden mask, shrouding her identity in mystery. Despite her beauty, an aura of coldness surrounded her.

"I wish to meet Old Man Greencloud," she declared in a voice as alluring as her figure. The Pavilion Lord's face grew solemn, but from the depths of the Pavilion, another voice echoed, "Powerful friends, you are welcome to enter."

The enigmatic figure touched down gracefully within the Greencloud Pavilion. Simultaneously, an elderly man appeared at the Pavilion gates, eyeing her with scrutiny.

"Members of the Nine Mystical Palace have already entered Ginkou and allied themselves with the Great Solar Chen Clan," the seductive woman began, her voice unwavering. "Their intentions should be clear to you. My forces have infiltrated the Qing Continent and are converging on the Nine Mystical Palace. While defeating them may be straightforward, completely eradicating them is another matter. If you cooperate with me, we can delay the Nine Mystical Palace's Ascendant, allowing both our forces to exterminate their members. With our alliance, the Nine Mystical Palace will cease to exist in Grand Xia."

Old Man Greencloud listened carefully but remained cautious. "How can I trust you?"

With a cold tone, the alluring woman responded, "In the turmoil that shook Ginkou, the Chen Clan massacred the Mystic Moon Sect. In these tumultuous times, do you think your Pavilion can survive alone? Do you believe I came here merely to jest with you? If it weren't for my grudge against the Nine Mystical Palace, I would form an alliance with them to deal with your Greencloud Pavilion. What then?"

Old Man Greencloud fell silent for a moment before agreeing, "When do we act?"

"My forces are already on their way. We must completely eliminate the Nine Mystical Palace. Once my troops are prepared, we will strike."

"Very well," Old Man Greencloud nodded. "Convey my orders to gather all Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns and higher. We are now at war with the Nine Mystical Palace, and you, Pavilion Lord, will lead this operation."

The resounding proclamation echoed throughout the Greencloud Pavilion like thunder, startling its members. However, determination quickly replaced their surprise as they readied themselves for the impending war against the Nine Mystical Palace.

Were they on the brink of war?

Meanwhile, the enigmatic woman and Old Man Greencloud vanished, heading toward the Nine Mystical Palace. Their primary objective was to prevent the Nine Mystical Palace's Ascendant from escaping, as the consequences of such an event were too dire to contemplate.

...

The Nine Mystical Palace, too, sensed that something was amiss in the Qing Continent. As they pondered these developments, an unknown group moved steadily toward their headquarters.

This was a colossal matter, and the Nine Mystical Palace's scouts promptly relayed the information to the higher-ranking members of the sect.

In the grand hall, the three palace lords convened to discuss the alarming reports. Their expressions grew increasingly somber as they listened to the details.

"Could it be that the Greencloud Pavilion is on the move? Has anyone investigated their intentions?" one of the palace lords inquired.

"We've dispatched our scouts to gather more information," came the response.

"Good. Keep monitoring their movements," Palace Lord Xiao said as he stood, a steely glint in his eyes. "I refuse to believe that anyone in Qing has the power to threaten the Nine Mystical Palace. The Greencloud Pavilion? Impossible."

"That's right. We just need to wait a bit longer. Once our alliance with the Great Solar Chen Clan is confirmed, dealing with the Greencloud Pavilion will be a piece of cake," Palace Lord Yu added. The Nine Mystical Palace had three palace lords, each overseeing different factions within the sect.

Moments later, a scout rushed in, his face marked with urgency. "Palace Lords, the Greencloud Pavilion is mobilizing all its Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns, and they're heading this way."

"What?!" Palace Lord Xiao's expression darkened, and his eyes gleamed with a cold light. Could the Greencloud Pavilion truly be daring enough to declare war on them?

"Mobilize our own sovereigns and prepare for battle. Simultaneously, inform our ancestor. Since the Greencloud Pavilion has chosen war, Old Man Greencloud is likely leading the charge."

The countenances of the three palace lords grew heavy. At that moment, another scout rushed in, his forehead glistening with sweat.

"Palace Lords, those strangers who arrived in the Qing Continent... it seems they are gathering outside our Nine Mystical Palace," he stammered.

"Where?"

"Right outside our gates." The scout's voice quivered. The three palace lords exchanged worried glances.

"Their strength and numbers?" Palace Lord Xiao demanded.

"They're all Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns, but as for the numbers... it's hard to estimate, but it likely surpasses the number of sovereigns in our Nine Mystical Palace," the scout replied, his voice on the verge of breaking.

"Impossible! How could any group possess so many sovereigns? We haven't provoked any other transcendent powers. Could this group consist of Greencloud Pavilion members and mercenaries hired by them?"

"No, sir. The Greencloud Pavilion's experts are still en route. What are your orders? Sir, please make a decision," the scout said, trembling.

"Take immediate action," Palace Lord Xiao ordered. A group of experts rushed out of the grand hall at lightning speed.

As they stepped outside, a crushing pressure descended from the sky. "Who are the visitors to my Nine Mystical Palace? Come out and meet us," the Nine Mystical Palace's sole Ascendant proclaimed, gazing upward.

From the clouds, two figures descended. One was an alluring woman with a golden mask obscuring her face. The other was Old Man Greencloud, the Ascendant of the Greencloud Pavilion. The two Ascendants summoned constellations, enveloping the entire Nine Mystical Palace.

Their intentions were clear: the annihilation of the Nine Mystical Palace. There was no need for words.

As the constellations appeared, a menacing force descended upon the Nine Mystical Palace. Meanwhile, countless sovereigns converged, rushing into the palace. Panic swept through the Nine Mystical Palace's members, and the three palace lords couldn't hide their shock. What was happening? How could this be?

The battle had begun solely to eradicate the Nine Mystical Palace.

But who possessed the power to mobilize such a multitude of Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns?

Under the radiant constellations, Astral Novas filled the sky, and the Ascendant of the Nine Mystical Palace immediately sought to escape. The battle held no meaning; survival was paramount. He vowed to avenge those lost today in the future.

"Ancestor!" The Nine Mystical Palace's members watched their leader flee, their expressions filled with despair. But they had no time to dwell on their emotions, for the forces of Old Man Greencloud and Fairy Qingmei descended upon them, launching a merciless attack.

In the world of Stellar Martial Cultivators, in all-out war, one must eliminate any potential future threats. Showing mercy to one's enemies only invites cruelty upon oneself.

The alluring woman and Old Man Greencloud blocked the Nine Mystical Palace's Ascendant. The constellations descended, enveloping the area in brilliant light. Old Man Greencloud struck with green clouds, each blow landing squarely on the Nine Mystical Palace's Ascendant.

"Who are you? Why are you doing this to my Nine Mystical Palace?" the Ascendant questioned as he fended off the attacks, his gaze locked on the alluring woman. He couldn't comprehend who wielded such power to unite so many sovereigns against them.

"The Nine Mystical Palace, bullies of the weak and thieves of the undeserved. The time has come to settle the score," the alluring woman declared with chilling resolve. "There's no escape for you now."

As her words hung in the air, she joined forces with Old Man Greencloud. The constellations surrounding them intensified, causing the very fabric of space to quiver under the immense pressure. Outside this radiant arena, the Sovereigns of the Greencloud Pavilion and Fairy Qingmei's followers mercilessly routed the Nine Mystical Palace's cultivators, leaving none standing.

This epic battle unfolded on such a grand scale that even distant onlookers marveled at the spectacle. Three constellations adorned the sky. Could this be a full-blown war between transcendent powers?

Countless Sovereigns stormed the Nine Mystical Palace. Aside from the Greencloud Pavilion, who else could amass such a force?

Deep within the Nine Mystical Palace, in a dim and forsaken cell, Di Yi's body bore numerous wounds, a testament to the torment he endured. Shackled and battered, he perked up at the distant commotion. Perplexity danced across his battered face. It seemed like someone was launching an assault on the Nine Mystical Palace.

High above the battlefield, concealed within the thick clouds, a colossal roc with a 3,000-mile wingspan glided. Its eyes gleamed with cold indifference as it gazed downward, as if peering through layers of mist to witness the unfolding turmoil below.

The roc's gaze was icy, devoid of emotion, resembling a skybound sovereign disdainfully surveying the mortal realm. It had arrived, and it was time to settle old scores.