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Chapter 53: The Discovery of a Celestial Sect’s Ruins@@novelbin@@

Yuan Dynasty – The Turmoil at Prince Consort’s Manor

The entirety of the Prince Consort’s Manor was now encased in an enormous glowing sphere. From the streets of Dadu, onlookers gathered, marvelling at the unprecedented phenomenon.

“This light… it’s still expanding!”

“What in the heavens is happening?”

“It looks like the entire manor is being swallowed by the radiance!”

Uninformed citizens, their faces marked with awe and confusion, began murmuring among themselves. Though they had heard whispers of celestial inheritance, few could fathom the divine spectacle now unfolding before their eyes.

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The scene within the luminous orb remained an enigma to all but those inside.

“Still no change?”

Deference tempered the concern in Luzhangke voice as he addressed his peer, Hebiweng.

“The light continues to shield the Princess, but we have no way to see or intervene.” Hebiweng shook his head gravely.

“Impressive,” murmured Luzhangke .

The radiance’s impenetrable barrier rebuffed even his masterful strikes—proof of the celestial nature of the event.

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The steady clatter of hooves broke the tense silence. The Prince Consort of Zhao Min, accompanied by guards and advisors, arrived. His face betrayed a mixture of concern and pride.

“How is she?” His voice was tense as he addressed the gathering.

“Your Highness,” Luzhangke  began, “the Princess remains inside the sphere, enveloped in celestial light. We dare not interfere with what must surely be a divine event.”

The Prince nodded slowly. Despite his apprehension, he understood the gravity of the situation.

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“Seal the surrounding streets,” he ordered. “No one but the royal guard enters this vicinity.”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

Under his command, soldiers swiftly encircled the manor, ensuring absolute security.

“May the heavens bless you, Zhao Min,” the Prince muttered, his voice laced with fervent hope.

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Far away, in the quaint town of Seven Heroes Village, Bai Chen returned to his modest manor. His expression was one of quiet satisfaction.

“Home again,” he mused aloud, the corners of his mouth quirking into a smile.

His recent travels to the Song Dynasty had been fruitful, though not for celestial inheritance. Instead, Bai Chen had been laying the groundwork for his grander ambition: the creation of a Celestial Sect’s Ruins (

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“How much more Creation Energy do I need for the final phase?” Bai Chen asked, mentally summoning his system.

“Host requires an additional 430,000 Creation Energy to complete the ruins,” the system responded.

Bai Chen sighed, though not with defeat.

Creating the ruins was no small feat. From celestial-grade techniques to enchanted artefacts and spiritual medicines, the sect would need to appear authentic. Such attention to detail came with a hefty price in Creation Energy.

The ruins would include:

1. 1. 1. 1. Dozens of Celestial Techniques: Handcrafted to suit varying levels of cultivation.

1. 1. 1. 1. Treasures and Artifacts: Scattered throughout the sect grounds to entice explorers.

1. 1. 1. 1. Environmental Mysteries: Traps and puzzles woven into the architecture.

1. 1. 1. 1. Historical Lore: A rich backstory to convince any would-be discoverers of the sect’s ancient prominence.

Though expensive, the potential payoff was immense. A well-designed ruin would captivate kingdoms, spurring countless to seek enlightenment and, in turn, feed Bai Chen with boundless Creation Energy.

“Forty-three thousand more…” Bai Chen rubbed his temples. At his current accumulation rate, it would only take a few days to gather the remaining energy.

As Bai Chen pondered his next steps, the familiar figure of Housekeeper Li Fu appeared.

“Welcome back, young master!” Li Fu bowed deeply.

“Was the journey fruitful?”

“It was… interesting,” Bai Chen replied. “How’s the house? Any trouble while I was gone?”

“All is well, young master,” Li Fu reassured him. “Though the townsfolk have been abuzz with strange happenings.”

“Strange, you say?” Bai Chen leaned back, intrigued.

The grand plan was nearly ready. In a few days, Bai Chen would finish constructing the ruins, and the celestial inheritance would spread far and wide.

For now, he waited—patient, calculating, and confident in his vision of reshaping the world.