Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

In the top echelons of supreme scriptures in the world, there exists an extraordinary presence known as the 'Unique Scripture,' which possesses inconceivable might. After cultivating it, one's prowess will far surpass peers.

In this realm, if one person practices it, unless that person dies, the next individual, even if they obtain the scripture, cannot hope to cultivate it to success. Such precious scriptures are left by transcendental beings, their value immeasurable, with few records of their names, let alone sightings.

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Landscape Bamboo Heavens.

In front of countless verdant waves, Yi Chen was sitting on the Golden Throne provided by the members of the Hidden Dragon Alliance, fishing, while Miao Zi floated back and forth at the far end of the bamboo forest, playing merrily.

"Master, you are truly generous, announcing the scripture to the world just like that. If you had traded it for resources with other sects, you could have received a hefty amount," Qin Qingyun said with a beaming smile as she walked towards Yi Chen with a tray in hand.

On the tray, there was a jar of fine wine and three dishes of Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix, a delicacy the meticulous King Jing's wife, Mrs. Koala, knew Yi Chen fancied.

"Master, why don't you transmit the scripture you practice to me for a try, to see how compatible I am with it," the once rebellious girl now said, sporting a pleasing smile akin to that of a puppy showing its belly, which amused Yi Chen.

However, sadly, Yi Chen could not think of anyone else who could pick up his Pure Yang Lianji True Method, except for someone like himself, possessing extraordinary wisdom.

Of course, with his current level of cultivation and insight, it wouldn't be a problem for him to draft a 'beggar among beggars among beggars' version, but Yi Chen wouldn't do so unless he reached a level comparable to the select few top cultivators across the five realms.

Looking at the girl with a smile that could light up the room, Yi Chen treated himself to a satisfying swig of fine wine and grabbed a chopstick full of bird's tongues before squinting his eyes and saying,

"Hehe, Qing Yun, remember a saying from your master: there is no strongest scripture in the world, only the strongest people."

"Even those powerful cultivators who practice the Unique Scripture, who surpass their contemporaries in cultivation, what of it?"

"In the Human Realm of old, during the era that pressed down upon the five realms, there was a Human Emperor, there emerged Daozuns, and supreme beings such as Tian Buddha. They were all transmitters of unique supreme scriptures, but what of that?"

"Those who cultivated the unique supreme scriptures all fell to the last transcendental being, the Master of Soldiers."

"Were their scriptures not strong enough? Qing Yun, have you ever thought about why there has never been a second Tian Buddha, a second Daozun, a Human Emperor?"

"There is no strongest scripture; there are only the strongest people. Do not be distracted by others; the cultivation technique you are currently practicing is the one that best suits you. Your master's path is not your path—in fact, even in the future, the technique you are cultivating may not be the most suitable for you. You need to carve out your own path."

"Only by forging ahead, surpassing the ancients, or by creating a new path, and embarking on a new era, can one truly find one's own way. The principles that even if placed before others, they find hard to emulate."

"Which cultivator capable of reaching the Dao Mastery Realm isn't a person of utmost sincerity to their own path?"

However difficult it may be, in this era of great contention, Yi Chen believed that as long as he did not perish midway, with his extraordinary wisdom and a little help from Shen Hong, he would certainly be able to reach the other side and perhaps even genuinely create a new era.

Pah, that was wrong to say—Shen Hong itself is a part of his extraordinary wisdom, merely an external manifestation of it.

At this thought, Yi Chen's chest puffed up slightly. Looking at the girl lost in contemplation before him, he chuckled, "Qing Yun, these are matters you, who have not even achieved the status of True Monarch, should not be concerning yourself with. Moreover, recent changes to heaven and earth have made many things incomprehensible by common logic. The situation is complex and full of mists, with no certainty to anyone's words."

"That's right, is there something your father wants from me?"

"Ah? Yes, yes, yes, Master, my mother said they would invite you to a banquet this evening. Father has gone to see the Imperial Grandfather now and will be back by evening. I nearly forgot," Qin Qingyun said hastily, recalling Yi Chen's words before rapidly adding, "Oh right, my mother also said that she has some good news to tell you at the banquet, allowing her to keep it a secret for now."

Hearing his naïve disciple's words, Yi Chen's lips, harder to suppress than an AK, couldn't help but curve upwards.

Damn, it's time to settle the account!

Kingly people are good, the settlement is quick. Of course, if there's an issue with the invoice, if it greatly differs from what Yi Chengzi expected, he will have to deal with them.

Anyone who dares to underhandedly take Yi Chengzi's money, even if it's the Millennium Emperor's face he won't give it, they must be finely chopped into mince.

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Inside a resplendent palace.

The Millennium Emperor, looking at King Jing, who stood before him bowing his head in salute, remained silent without any action or aura of oppression. Yet, a majestic pressure enveloped King Jing's heart, and as he looked up at the imposing middle-aged man seated in the center of the great hall, his mind drifted.