rld within the scroll.The remained to guard the 乾坤神木圖, its body gradually shrinking until it became a palm-sized white rabbit, emitting white light all over. It lay on the table, occasionally raisin...Under Shangguan Yong's leadership, Zhang Ruoxu and the others quickly arrived at the central sacred mountain of Que Sheng Wangfu.

With the revival of the Kunlun Realm, this sacred mountain also underwent significant changes. Not only did its peaks become more majestic and imposing, but it also gushed forth an abundance of celestial energy, transforming the entire Qu Sheng Wangfu into a rare and extraordinary cultivation paradise.

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The holy mountain is lush and verdant, with abundant vegetation. It grows many herbs, including even sacred medicinal plants.

Some ancient pavilions, hidden in the mountains, perfectly blend with the sacred mountain itself.

Throughout the entire Shangguan family, very few people are qualified to have a place of cultivation on Mount Sheng.

And the peak of Mount Shengshan was even more strictly forbidden, for it was where Shangguan Que resided. Even Shangguan Yong, the head of the Shangguan family, was not permitted to approach unless granted permission.

"Your Highness, the Old Ancestor is on top of the mountain," Shangguan Yong said with great respect.

Zhang Ruchen nodded and said, "Thank you!"

The Holy Mountain was equipped with a special anti-flying formation, making it impossible for ordinary people to fly. However, this was obviously ineffective against Zhang Ruochin and his companions.

Immediately, Zhang Ruochin and the others soared into the air, flying towards the summit at an extremely fast speed.

Shangguan Yong raised his head, gazing at Zhang Ruichen's figure gradually rising. He did not leave; if his ancestor had any instructions, he could complete them in time.

At this moment, it is high noon. The sun blazes fiercely in the sky, while clouds swirl around the mountain peak, resembling a fairyland.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochin had locked onto Shangguan Que's location.

Figures flashed, and seven people landed on a cliff edge.

On the cliff edge, there grew an ancient pine tree, sturdy and imposing. It had been rooted there for countless years, its trunk twisted and gnarled like a coiled dragon.

Under the ancient pine tree, there was a stone platform. On the platform, there was a set of teacups. A person sat in front of the stone platform, holding a small teacup in his hand, wisps of hot air escaping from it.

A gentle breeze blew, carrying a faint aroma of tea that filled the air, refreshing and invigorating.

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Zhang Ruchen stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the white-haired elder.

Eight hundred years have passed, but Shangguan Que has not changed much. He remains as elegant and composed as ever, with a kind face, yet there is an aura of respect that commands attention.

Zhang Ruochin could now be certain that the Confucian Saint King from the Huolong Pavilion who had attacked Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion was Shangguan Que.

"Grand Tutor, it's been many years. You haven't changed a bit."

Kong Lan also stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

In the past, she had also studied with Shangguan Que, and was a student of Shangguan Que like him.

Only after the destruction of Shengming did Shangguan Que become the imperial monarch, known as Wang Sheng, by the former officials of Shengming. He was seen as a traitor by many. Kong Lan You never saw him again from that point on. Thus, eight hundred years have passed.

Eight hundred years is a long time. Many old friends have already passed away.

Shangguan Que put down the teacup in his hand, a kind and amiable smile appeared on his face, and he said, “Come here and sit, keep me company, this old man.”

Zhang Ruochin and Kong Lan'you didn't hesitate, they stood up and walked to the stone platform before sitting down.

Mu Lingxi, Mingjiang Wang, Jin Yu, Luo Chen, and Bao Lie also stepped forward and found their own seats.

Fortunately, the stone platform was big enough and there were plenty of seats around it. Otherwise, they would have had to stand.

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Shengguan Que raised the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Zhang Ruochin and the others.

Mingjiang Wang said coldly, "Shangguan Que, your life is going well. You are the respected King of the Holy Temple in the imperial court. Unlike us rebels, who can only hide and seek."

"It's been eight hundred years, Your Highness. Why dwell on the past so much and make such a choice It wasn't what I wished for," Shangguan Que sighed deeply.

Mingjiang Wang's tone was still unfriendly: "Could there be anyone else forcing you"

Sheng Shangguan only shook his head, unwilling to say anything, as if he had something unspeakable hidden.

"There are things, far more complex than you, Your Highness, could imagine." Shangguan Que said in a deep voice.

Wang Mingjiang was about to say something, but Zhang Ruochin spoke first: "Your Royal Uncle, don't dwell on this matter. Since the Master is unwilling to speak, we cannot force him."

Upon hearing this, King Mingjiang stopped speaking. Though he was Zhang Ruochin's elder, now he placed Zhang Ruochin above all else in every matter.

Zhang Ruchen turned to look at Shangguan Que, his expression serious. "Master," he said, "the reason we're here is to uncover the truth about what happened eight hundred years ago. We hope you will tell us the truth."

Shangguan Que took a sip of tea and said softly, "If you have any questions, just ask."

Although the sun is blazing at midday, a gentle breeze on the summit brings a surprising coolness. There's not a hint of heat.

Zhang Ruochin's face was serious as he said, "Master, as a member of the Huolong Pavilion, you should have seen Father before he disappeared. Do you know where Father went"

"Well, before the palace change, our members of the Huolong Pavilion were indeed summoned by His Majesty," Shangguan Que replied. "However, His Majesty did not tell us where he was going."

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Zhang Ruochin frowned slightly. Even the Guardian Dragon Pavilion didn't know Ming Di's whereabouts, it seemed he had really gone to the Western Heavenly Buddha Realm in person to seek confirmation.

That altar was crafted from the nation's treasury, poured into its creation with great expense and skill. It is no ordinary thing.

Zhang Ruochin also only learned about the Holy Altar from the Divine Sword Holy Land not long ago. Unfortunately, Lu Huaiyu didn't know the true secrets of the Holy Altar at all.

Shangguan Que stood up, turned to face the cliff edge, and gazed at the swirling clouds below. He spoke slowly, "In fact, even I don't fully understand the secrets of the Holy Altar. But according to your Majesty's instructions, for hundreds of years, we have kept most of the deceased saints' souls in the Holy Altar, preventing them from dissipating. Perhaps, under special circumstances, they could be resurrected."

"Originally, the altar was placed in the Holy Sword Land. Before breaking through the Heaven and Earth Altar in the Underworld, we, under the orders of the two Golden Lion King Emperors, moved the altar to the Yin Burial Mountains."

Upon hearing this, Kong Lan You and the others couldn't help but show expressions of shock. Although the Kunlun Realm had fallen, it still gave birth to many Saints. Over hundreds of years, a large number of Saints must have died. It can be imagined that the Holy Souls preserved in that Holy Altar were definitely numerous.

If those saints could truly be resurrected, it would undoubtedly be a powerful force.

Actually, Kong Lan-you had known about the existence of the Sacred Altar for a long time and also knew that it could preserve souls. However, she didn't know the purpose of preserving souls within the Sacred Altar. She once asked Lu Yuan-zhi, but unfortunately, she did not receive an answer.

Looking back now, the only ones who truly knew the secrets of the sacred altar were probably those two golden lion kings. The Emperor's trust in them surpassed that of anyone else.

"The Yin Burial Mountain Range, why send the altar there What's there" Zhang Ruochen's face was full of doubt, he felt very puzzled about this.

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