Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Sacred Land of Celestial Moon

“Fatty, aren’t you going to chase after them?” Night Endless gazed at the streaks of rainbow light departing into the distance, asking with deliberate nonchalance.

“Haha, you must be joking, benefactor. That’s the Empress! Even if she’s reduced to just a Nascent Soul, my meager cultivation is no match for those two giants. It’s best not to compete with them!” The plump monk chuckled, remaining squatting motionless.

Night Endless nodded in agreement. The energy unleashed by that Nascent Soul was indeed beyond the monk’s ability to handle. Night Endless could sense that every person who had left moments ago was no weaker than the monk, and those from the Sacred Lands and Dynasties traveled in groups of seven or eight. If the fat monk charged in alone, others would probably eliminate him first without hesitation.

“That battered clock you mentioned, is that the Great Compassion Bell you spoke of?” Night Endless looked at the broken, battered bronze bell and asked hesitantly.

“That’s a fake—I just made it up!” The fat monk grinned at Night Endless, showing a gleaming set of white teeth. “That ancient bronze bell is no ordinary item either. For the Empress, who was unrivaled ten thousand years ago, to use it to suppress a Nascent Soul, it must be extraordinary. But alas, it was shattered by the Empress herself.”

“Damn! So you’re saying the Demon Race’s Empress didn’t die?” Night Endless asked in shock.

“Do you know what ‘Emperor’ means?”

Night Endless shook his head.

The monk explained, “Anyone called Emperor is a peerless figure who dominates the heavens and earth, covers the sky with a single hand, plucks the stars at will, and with a thought can scorch the skies, boil the seas, and suppress the ages. Do you think an Empress would be bound by her lifespan?”

Night Endless remained silent, and the monk continued.

“The legend of the Emperors stretches back to the Ancient Era—one hundred thousand years ago, that was called the Ancient Era; one hundred thousand years later, it became the Primal Era. An Emperor only appears once every ten thousand years! The Demon Empress was the last Emperor of the Primal Era.

Many believed that the Blood Demon, who rose to power six thousand years ago, had the best chance to become Emperor. But even someone as powerful as the Blood Demon vanished after initiating that ‘Twilight of the Emperors,’ leaving only the few Holy Masters of Immortal Moon Holy Land…”

Listening quietly to the monk’s tale, Night Endless finally gained a vague understanding of this world.

The era before the Ancient Era was unknown, but after the Ancient Era came the Primal Era, which is the age Night Endless lived in. The Demon Race’s Empress was the last Emperor of the Primal Era.

Night Endless looked at the human cultivators guarding the ancient demon hall, stationed at every step, surrounding it with strict vigilance. “The show’s over here. There’s nothing left to see. I’ll be on my way,” he said.

“Hey, hey, don’t go yet, benefactor! The real show is only just beginning!” The fat monk’s words were still lingering when—

From the distant horizon, ethereal celestial music drifted over, and a dozen maidens descended gracefully.

All of them were dressed in pure white, brighter than snow. Though not breathtakingly beautiful, each was elegant and otherworldly, untouched by the world’s dust. They moved with airy lightness, gliding as if walking upon waves, resembling celestial fairies or dancing spirits—unworldly, transcendent.

One fairy played a bamboo flute, its melody gentle and lingering, deeply moving. Others smiled with warmth, making one feel as if bathed in spring breeze. Their features were as picturesque as their demeanor, all bearing the air of exiled immortals.

Night Endless was astonished—this was the cultivator he had envisioned: ethereal, graceful, riding the rainbow, detached from worldly cares, roaming freely between heaven and earth.

“I didn’t expect even the Immortal Moon Holy Land, which rose to prominence thousands of years ago, would be stirred by this. It won’t be long before the other sects and clans of Eastern Wilderness flock here,” sighed the fat monk beside Night Endless.

“Immortal Moon Holy Land?” Night Endless was startled, recalling the Immortal Moon Pavilion—the Blood Demon’s nine wives.

The two names differed only by Pavilion and Holy Land.

“You mean you haven’t even heard of the Immortal Moon Holy Land?” The fat monk stared at Night Endless as if he were some country bumpkin.

“No, never heard of it.” Night Endless nodded, carefully observing the group of fairies in the distance.

“But you know Immortal Moon Pavilion, right?” The monk smiled and asked.

“Yes, I know of it. It’s said to be the greatest pavilion in the world, with branches everywhere, every city has one.” Night Endless pondered and answered. What he lacked most now was knowledge of this world’s powers and factions.

“It’s not an exaggeration to call it the greatest pavilion. Immortal Moon Pavilion truly spans the globe!” The fat monk sighed, continuing, “Over six thousand years ago, the Blood Demon emerged, and his nine wives founded the Immortal Moon Pavilion. Immortal Moon Holy Land is transformed from that Pavilion; you could say it’s the headquarters!”

“There are countless powers, sects, caves, and blessed lands in the Primal Era. But those who stand above all these are called Holy Lands!”

“In addition, there are ancient noble families descended from the Ancient Era, capable of rivaling the Holy Lands!”

A Holy Land is where every cultivator dreams of belonging. To join one is a blessing for any cultivator! Alas, Immortal Moon Holy Land only accepts women, not men. The Blood Demon truly enjoys good fortune!” The fat monk gazed at the members of Immortal Moon Holy Land, drooling as he spoke.

“Every fairy from Immortal Moon Holy Land is elegant and beautiful, untouched by mortal smoke! If only I could steal away two for myself, hehe…”

“Enough!” Night Endless interrupted, as the monk’s words grew more absurd. Though he wasn’t the Blood Demon, he currently carried that name, and the fat monk was actually coveting not him, but his Immortal Moon Holy Land maidens—unacceptable!

“Ahem, ahem, benefactor, don’t misunderstand! Although I’m a monk, one must enter the world to cultivate, seeking true self!” The monk intoned, feigning solemnity.

“Damn, this fat monk clearly isn’t a proper monk!” Night Endless grumbled inwardly, but his smile remained as he replied, each word deliberate: “Master, please continue.”

“Cough, cough!” The fat monk cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment and went on, “Immortal Moon Holy Land…”

The two tacitly avoided asking each other’s identities, gathering here only because this corner of the mountain was hidden.

Night Endless’s spot allowed him to see directly ahead, while others could not see them.

“So, your Immortal Moon Holy Land is also interested in this place?” The people from the Violet Gold Holy Land and Proud Feather Divine Dynasty spoke up simultaneously, probing the dozen ethereal maidens.