The Feng Zun Journey
Akbar's motorcade

"Then do you know anything about the Heavenly Taboo Gate?" asked Feng Zun.

The Heavenly Taboo Gate?

Cao Yang looked puzzled, and he shook his head. "I'm worried that this is the first time I've heard that term."

Feng Zun did not ask any further questions. 

In his teacher's past life, Long Shangdi had once entered a place where experts of the deviant lineage died in meditation. 

There, he saw eight aberrant flying beasts carved on a beast bone. Unparalleled power had entered into the carving. There is also a picture of a space door that is shaped like the wings of a ferocious bird.

After pondering for a while, he concluded that the eight distorted flying beasts read, "Primordial Holy Land, Heavenly Taboo Gate."

Furthermore, the heavenly spatial gate that was shaped like the wings of a ferocious bird was the so-called "Heavenly Taboo Gate."

In the end, all he could confirm was that it was an entrance to the sacred realm.

The Twelve Deviant Lineages saw the Heavenly Taboo Gate as the initial birthplace of the Xiantian Spirit. 

It was their ancestral ground, and rumors said that the main secret of the Deviant Dao was hidden there.

"Daoist Fellow Feng, do you perhaps have a strong relationship with the Deviant Bloodline?" asked Cao Yang who could not help himself.

"I can't call it a strong relationship. I have little understanding of these Twelve Descendants, that's all."

Feng Zun did not intend to speak any further, he had already stepped away.

Zhuan Long and Tianba followed him quickly.

Fang Linghai stepped in to convince them to stay longer, but when he saw that Feng Zun had made up his mind, he finally stopped for fear of provoking Feng Zun's displeasure.

"Your Excellency Feng Zun I was wrong!" 

When Feng Zun had just reached the edge of the Peak of the Sacred Mountain, suddenly Qiu Lianzhi, the leader of the Cloud Sword Sect who was acting as a guest greeter, suddenly knelt in shame and admitted his mistake.”

The crowd watched in silence.

Tianba.

“You are the leader of the Cloud Sword Sect, your affairs have nothing to do with me, so why apologize to me?"

Feng Zun said coldly.

“I shouldn't have removed Daoist Haoran from his position as First Elder, nor should I have thrown him out of the sect. I shouldn't back down when he's in danger and draw the line between us!”

Regrets were written all over Qiu Lianzhi's face, as if he was confessing all of his sins.

Tianba could not help but feel sorry for him.

However, Feng Zun simply shook his head. “You do not regret what you have done, but you are only afraid of the consequences."

Qiu Lianzhi tensed and trembled from head to toe.

One sentence, and Feng Zun had seen his nature!

Now that everyone knew how powerful Feng Zun was, Hong Changhe would no longer dare to take revenge against Haoran. However, it would be very easy to vent his anger on Qiu Lianzhi.

Moreover, Fang Linghai and the Mysterious Titan Sect were not necessarily willing to protect him.

If he could obtain Feng Zun's forgiveness, it would serve as a form of protection indirectly.

At the very least, Hong Changhe would not dare to act!

Qiu Lianzhi took a deep breath and said bitterly, “Your Excellency Feng Zun, I have also been a famous figure. It was only after reaching rock bottom that I understood deeply how difficult it was for a trivial figure like me to survive this turbulent and changing time."

“You may consider me a slave, a weak sycophant, and you may find me unsightly, but it is of no use. On the surface, I am still the leader of the Cloud Sword Sect, but actually, my status is even lower than that of an ordinary disciple of the Mysterious Titan Sect."

“In the presence of the forces of the Nine Lightning Sect, I have no choice but to draw a line between myself and Daoist Haoran. Otherwise, everyone in the Cloud Sword Sect would suffer!"

“If there is another option, how could I be willing to harm my own allies, and benefit my enemies?” He spoke with tears in his eyes, looking humble and depressed."

No one really cared about Qiu Lianzhi's predicament. What they really cared about was Feng Zun's attitude.

This is reality.

Weak feelings are not important, the most important thing is what the strong think.

This is what they mean when they say the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. 

Feng Zun then glanced at Qiu Lianzhi and said coldly, “In this world, those who fear death are too many to count, but don't forget, that the world never lacks them, that the world never lacks them, who would rather die with honor than live in humiliation. You make your own choices. Now, you alone must bear the consequences."

Qiu Lianzhi's expression changed, he smiled bitterly but did not say anything.

Has Feng Zun forgiven him?

Not very.

Because from the beginning to the end, Feng Zun had never paid any heed to it!

Ignoring is the cruelest of all things!

When Tianba saw this, his heart swelled with emotion.

Thas right. 

Some people choose to bow, kneel, and live well in humiliation, while others are not afraid to face death, preferring death to submission and humiliation!

The pitiful often brought their own grief, and Qiu Lianzhi was no exception. 

Suddenly at this moment...

The sound of trumpets and drum beats was heard from afar.

The crowd naturally looked up, and they saw a procession of motorcades carrying banners heading towards them, marching across the sky.

Two rows of cultivators walked in front, a mixture of men and women. All of them emitted completely hidden demonic qi, which stirred up the wind and clouds. 

One of the leaders of these two processions was a curly-bearded elder. 

He was covered in silver scales, and he had a snow-white horn growing on his forehead. 

He gripped the enormous conch, and he played a majestic melody.

The other was a tall, burly man. Its upper body was left open, revealing bronze-colored burly muscles, as if its body had been forged from bronze metal.

He was ten feet tall, and he carried a large drum in one hand, and the other held a white bone drumstick, which he used to beat the drum.

When the sound of the conch and the drums mixed together, it shook and dispersed the clouds, and opened a path above the sky.

The ornate car is behind this large accompaniment procession. It was over a hundred feet long, glittered under the sunlight, and looked like it was carved from holy gold.

The creature that attracted him was a golden ferocious beast the size of a small mountain. 

When they saw the extremely strange procession of accompaniment with striking demonic qi, the influential guests above Holy Mountain Peak clearly felt shocked.

Who exactly are these people?

And where did they come from?

Feng Zun was just about to leave, but now, he also turned around and turned his head to look at her.

Blowing snails, beating drums, grand accompaniment processions, striking demon qi, dispersing clouds as they crossed the sky…

They sure have never seen a spectacle like this ...

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Note: The call of 'His Majesty' to Feng Zun refers to his status as a great master of the Zhou Empire.

The Imperial Master Teacher had the status of one level below that of an Emperor.