Are all Holy Bodies this strong?

Chapter 52 Are all Holy Bodies this strong?

Qingyue and Nangong Nayue stayed outside until evening before Qingyue got up and stretched her slender waist.

"Alright, let's go back. They should be done by now."

She stretched her slightly stiff shoulders, her red dress shimmering softly in the moonlight.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, a few stray strands fluttering in the night breeze, adding a touch of languid allure to her stunningly beautiful face.

She raised her hands above her head, her slender waist bent slightly backward, and her entire figure was outlined in a breathtaking arc under the moonlight.

"----good."

Nangong Nayue stood up and nodded.

Her expression was complex, it was hard to tell whether it was helplessness or resignation.

Her white dress shimmered faintly in the moonlight, perfectly complementing her cool and aloof face.

She raised her hand to tidy her hair, which had been ruffled by the night wind, her movements elegant and composed, but the hint of weariness between her brows was impossible to conceal.

The two then flew back to the Moon Palace together.

The distance of a thousand miles was quickly covered by the two powerful immortals.

The Moon Palace was shrouded in a thin mist at night, and dewdrops clung to the leaves of the laurel tree, shimmering in the moonlight.

The distant palace appeared and disappeared in the mist, like a celestial palace floating in the clouds. The air was filled with the faint, refreshing fragrance of laurel blossoms.

When Qingyue and Nangong Nayue landed outside Yi Qingwu's courtyard, they both stopped in their tracks.

Even from outside the courtyard, the sounds coming from Yi Qingwu's room could be heard.

The voice was very soft and intermittent, like someone talking in hushed tones.

Occasionally, there were a few soft breaths and the soft sound of tables and chairs being moved.

But as powerful beings in the second realm, how sharp were their hearings?

Every syllable, every breath, was clearly audible.

Qingyue's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open, and her expression changed from surprise to shock, and then from shock to understanding.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she had heard something incredible.

"No way?"

Her voice was very low, but the amazement in her tone was impossible to hide.

She turned to look at Nangong Nayue, her eyes sparkling, her red dress swaying gently in the night breeze.

Her fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her lips slightly pursed, as if she were suppressing a laugh.

Nangong Nayue's face had darkened.

Her brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito. Hearing her disciple's somewhat lewd voice, as his master, she immediately pushed open the door and went in.

She couldn't stand seeing her disciple act so recklessly.

We can't just stand by and watch Qingyue act like this.

She reached out her hand, her fingertips already touching the door panel.

Upon seeing this, Qingyue quickly grabbed her hand.

"What are you going to do?"

Her voice was hurried and tense, but her grip on Nangong Nayue's wrist was strong.

"They're still contemplating the meaning of life; how could you possibly go in and disturb them?"

"Is this the essence of Zen and the way of life?"

Upon hearing these four words, Nangong Nayue spat several times, a faint blush rising on her face.

She pursed her lips repeatedly, gently biting her lower lip, as if trying to suppress some emotion.

"What is meant by Zen enlightenment of the way of life? They are clearly—in—in that—"

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer, her face grew redder and redder, from her cheeks all the way to her ears, and even her neck was tinged with a light pink.

I just couldn't say those words; it was like they were stuck in my throat.

Upon seeing this, Qingyue's smile deepened.

She moved closer, the hem of her red dress brushing against Na Yue's white clothes, the red and white contrasting strikingly in the moonlight.

"It's good that you know."

Her voice carried a hint of smugness and a touch of mischief as she gently shook Na Yue's hand, as if coaxing a tantrum-throwing child.

"Didn't we agree before? You promised me you wouldn't cause trouble."

Nangong Nayue bit her lip and remained silent.

Her gaze shifted from the door to Qingyue, her clear, cold eyes filled with a hint of resentment, helplessness, and an indescribable mix of emotions.

When Qingyue was looked at like that, her heart skipped a beat, but the smile on her face did not disappear; instead, it became even brighter.

She held Na Yue's hand, her tone becoming serious, her eyes fixed on Na Yue, her pupils reflecting Na Yue's image.

"This is a great opportunity to bind the Holy Body to your Moon Palace."

Her voice was very soft, so soft that only two people could hear it, but she emphasized every word.

"If Qingwu tries hard and conceives the child of that Holy Body, your Guanghan Palace will be guaranteed a child born from the union of the Guanghan Spirit Body and the Ancient Holy Body."

Nangong Nayue's hand stiffened slightly.

Her fingers twitched slightly, as if touched by something.

Qingyue sensed the subtle change in Nayue's fingers, and a slight smile appeared on her lips as she continued speaking.

She gently tapped the back of Na Yue's hand with her fingers, one tap at a time, as if tapping out some kind of rhythm.

"With proper nurturing, they can easily grow into saints, if nothing else is mentioned."

She looked up at the moon in the sky. The moon was round and bright.

The moonlight fell on her face, and a deep look flashed in her charming eyes, as if she were recalling something or longing for something.

"You probably had a feeling about this too, right?"

Her voice suddenly lowered, carrying a solemnity that only a powerful immortal could comprehend.

"The suppression of the Great Dao has begun to loosen recently. It's very likely that the Azure Emperor's Dao mark will soon dissipate."

Nangong Nayue's expression changed.

Of course she felt it.

As a powerful immortal, she was more sensitive to the changes in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth than anyone else.

The Dao traces left behind by the Azure Emperor after he attained enlightenment suppressed the entire cultivation world of the post-ancient era.

That was a law at the level of an emperor, omnipresent and ever-present in the world, like an invisible mountain pressing down on the heads of all cultivators.

Now, that mountain is loosening.

The traces of the Azure Emperor's Dao are dissipating.

"Then cultivation will become easier."

Qingyue's voice returned to its languid tone, but the seriousness in her voice remained undiminished.

"Neither you nor I know how far the Ancient Sacred Body will grow by then."

She turned her gaze away from the moon and looked at it again, her charming eyes now filled with seriousness and a hint of hope.

"But as long as he doesn't perish—"

She paused, as if she was preparing some important words.

"The Great Accomplished Sacred Body".

Her voice trembled slightly as she uttered those four words.

It wasn't out of fear, but out of anticipation.

The Great Accomplished Holy Body.

An existence comparable to an emperor.

If it really happens, the entire landscape of the Ziwei Star Region will be rewritten.

Looking into Na Yue's eyes, Qingyue said, word by word, "You'd better think it over. Are you going in to stop them, or staying outside and waiting for Qingwu and Ye Feng to come out?"

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