My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

Chapter 211: Refining the Dragon Vein, Subduing Lu Xuan, The Senate’s Plan!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation       Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

After a strong palpitation, Mu Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

Awakened from his sleep, he found himself not in his bedroom but in a strange space.

There was no sky or ground; all he could see was a sea of light.

Above this sea of light, atop the dome, stood a figure woven from light rays, emanating an indescribable grandeur.

Mu Feng lowered his head, not daring to look up.

In the presence of this being, he felt as insignificant as dust.

An urge to kneel and prostrate emerged, his body seemingly acting of its own accord.

But the honor of being a War God of Dayan forced Mu Feng to clench his teeth, keeping his legs straight and almost breaking.

It wasn’t that the great being wanted to force him to kneel, but in its presence,

Mu Feng felt an overwhelming desire to bow down.

The struggle was intense, but then the great being spoke.

Its voice seemed to come from a distant, vast expanse, as if from the depths of the stars or the end of the universe, cryptic and ancient.

Though it wasn’t in any language of Yuan Xing, Mu Feng unexpectedly understood it.

Just a few words conveyed a wealth of information, and Mu Feng understood the being’s intent.

When he raised his head, he found himself back in his dream.

In the imperial capital of the Dayan Dynasty, inside an ancient-looking tower.

Around a round table sat twelve elderly figures, both men and women, all with graying hair, some leaning on canes.

They were the true power holders of the twelve families of Dayan, the twelve elders.

“The matter reported by Mu Feng, you are all aware of it,” said the Grand Elder, seated at the head of the table, with sharp, eagle-like eyes.

“Yes, we know,” nodded an old woman beside him. “Mu Feng has become the adherent of the ‘Silent Master,’ establishing contact with such a being. It has expressed a desire to meet with us.”

“Incredible,” the Third Elder murmured. “A Taboo Master wishes to negotiate with us.”

“Probably wants to propose terms,” said the Fourth Elder, a wide-bodied man with squinting eyes. “Such beings don’t extend goodwill without reason.”

“But since it has sent a message through Mu Feng, we have no choice but to go,” the Grand Elder stated.

The elders knew they couldn’t refuse an invitation from a Taboo Master.

The Second Elder pondered for a moment, “However, how we go and who goes are matters for consideration.

That afternoon.

A delegation composed of Dayan’s Emperor Li Cheng, Prime Minister Luo Zheng, and representatives from the twelve families, gathered in the Senate’s council hall.

The twelve elders, the true rulers of Dayan, were not present. Facing a Taboo Master was, of course, dangerous, and their esteemed and prominent status prevented them from attending in person.

Emperor Li Cheng was a young man, not yet thirty. Privately, he cursed the elders for their hypocrisy – they withheld power in normal times but expected him to shoulder the burden in crises.

Aside from the delegates and members of the Senate, five figures in battle armor were present, both men and women, including Mu Feng.

All available Dayan War Gods, except for the three needed at the borders, were there.

At the center of the council hall was a massive crystal sphere, brought by Mu Feng.

Emperor Li Cheng composed himself, stepped forward, and sat cross-legged. The Prime Minister followed, along with representatives of the twelve families, forming a circle around the sphere.

The crystal sphere glowed, rippling with waves of light that enveloped everyone, and in the next moment, their bodies vanished from sight.

The twelve elders, seated at a distant table and guarded by the five War Gods, watched the unfolding scene.

Half an hour later, the delegates reappeared, their expressions varied and vivid.

“Esteemed Elders, Generals,” Prime Minister Luo Zheng stepped forward, his demeanor somewhat excited: “Dayan is saved! Yuan Xing is saved!” Emperor Li Cheng glanced at him, subtly shaking his head.

“Compile the details of your negotiation into a memorial and report to the Senate,” the Grand Elder instructed calmly.

That evening.

In the Senate’s council hall.

“You’ve all seen the memorial submitted by the delegates,” the Grand Elder said, holding the document.

“Yes,” the Second Elder nodded: “The Silent Master communicated with them. If we offer sacred artifacts related to the Taboo Masters, It will act to destroy their godly realms.”

“This is good news,” the Third Elder agreed: “It also informed Emperor Li Cheng that the source of the Taboo Invasion is a special energy core. After defeating the other Lords, It will take the corrupted core and end the era of the Taboo.”

“Is the greatest disaster in human history finally coming to an end?” the Fourth Elder sighed in relief.

The Fifth Elder, who had been silent, turned to the Grand Elder, who had spoken only once so far: “What does the Grand Elder think?”

After a moment of contemplation, the Grand Elder asked: “Since the start of the Taboo Era, how have you all found your lives?”

Hearing this, the other elders furrowed their brows in thought. After a while, one of them spoke: “…Actually, it’s not been too bad.”