Peerless Divine Emperor

Each layer of the Nine-Layered Heaven Palace is an independent space, with countless prosperous and magnificent palaces, and countless opportunities hidden inside. Those who are destined to get it will get it.

At this time, Qin Xuan and Qing Mu stood together. There were hundreds of palaces in front of them, with colorful lights and flying pavilions. Each palace looked similar, which made them feel entangled. Which palace should they go to?

"Brother Qing, you said before that to get the final opportunity of the Heaven Palace, you need ice crystal snow jade. Is the final opportunity in the ninth layer of the Heaven Palace?" Qin Xuan asked.

"I don't know, probably." Qing Mu smiled bitterly. He knew very little about the Heaven Palace. The only understanding he had was from the ancestor, which was not comprehensive.

Qin Xuan supported his forehead, with a depressed look on his face, and said: "It seems that we can only explore by ourselves."

"Why don't we act separately, you and I each choose a direction, and if we find it, we will send a message to each other." Qing Mu said.

"Then do it." Qin Xuan nodded, and then his eyes swept around, and finally landed in a direction, and he took a step and rushed in that direction.

Qin Xuan came to the front of a palace, and when he looked up, he saw a few big characters written on the plaque: Xianyun Palace.

"This palace is called Xianyun Palace. Perhaps the owner of the palace is a leisurely master with elegant interests, and even the name is so casual." Qin Xuan's eyes showed a strange look, thinking so in his heart.

All the palaces in Tianque are open to outsiders for free visits. Qin Xuan stepped into Xianyun Palace. After a while, his face became even weirder. Could it be that his guess was right?

There is nothing else in this palace, all calligraphy and paintings, hanging on the walls, as if they were specially for people to appreciate.

"Could it be that the owner of the palace is a painter?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, and a strange idea came to his mind.

This is not impossible...

Qin Xuan strolled in the palace, and a series of paintings passed through his sight. Most of them were landscape paintings, and there were very few portraits of people. Moreover, Qin Xuan found that there was a faint fluctuation of spiritual power on each scroll, and a hint of the rhyme of the Great Dao was faintly revealed, making the paintings more vivid and realistic, different from ordinary paintings.

It seems that it is precisely because of this that these paintings are still preserved so well after such a long time, as if they were just completed.

"Hmm?" Qin Xuan raised his eyebrows suddenly, as if he had discovered something, and his eyes fell on a remote wall.

This wall seemed a little abrupt compared to other walls. Other walls were full of paintings, but this wall only had one painting. What was even more unusual was that this painting looked extremely old, and the scroll was covered with dust, and the brush and ink were blurred, and it was even difficult to see the original painting clearly.

Qin Xuan's eyes showed a thoughtful look. Judging from the layout of the palace, the owner of this palace should be a free-spirited person who likes painting. Otherwise, there would not be scrolls hanging on all the walls. It can be seen how much he loves painting. He is definitely not an ordinary person who loves painting.

However, the painting on this wall is covered with dust, and even the original painting can't be seen clearly. It seems to have been abandoned, which makes people feel a little strange.

"Is it because the owner doesn't like this painting that he threw it here?" Qin Xuan's eyes flashed, perhaps this is the reason.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan suddenly had an idea in his mind. If he looks at the painting with the purple gold eyes, can he peek into the original painting?

The next moment, a purple-gold light shone from Qin Xuan's eyes, as if he could see through all illusions. He stared at the scroll. At first, there was no change, but as time passed, the dim traces of ink on the scroll gradually became clearer, and the deep lines solidified. The pictures on the scroll also became clearer, and he could gradually see what was depicted on it.

Qin Xuan found that there seemed to be many figures outlined on the scroll, many of whom were wearing black armor, like soldiers, arranged in neat order, like a huge army marching.

In front of the army, there was a nine-headed dragon pulling a sedan chair, and on the sedan chair stood a majestic and tall figure, who seemed to be wearing an emperor's robe, with long hair flying in the wind, and his eyes seemed to reveal a demeanor that looked down on the world, as if he was invincible.

"The emperor." Qin Xuan said inwardly, his eyes fell on the figure. Although this person was a figure in the painting, he could still feel an innate imperial aura from him, as if he controlled the lives of all people in the world and his words were law.

Even if this person was not a real emperor, he must be a giant with great power.

Qin Xuan was about to continue peeking, when suddenly a terrible light seemed to shoot out from the scroll, instantly cutting off his connection with the painting, and then shooting into his pupils.

"Hmph!" Qin Xuan couldn't help but groan, his eyes closed instantly, and blood flowed out of his eyes. His body trembled slightly, and a strong sense of threat arose from the depths of his soul. Although it was only a moment of pain, if the power was stronger, he might lose his life.

After a while, Qin Xuan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the painting with lingering fear. It seemed that there was a powerful force hidden in the painting, perhaps left by the painter to prevent others from peeping.

Fortunately, he only used a very small part of his strength, so the power released by the painting was not strong, otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous.

Then Qin Xuan wandered around again and didn't find anything else strange. However, he didn't have much interest in paintings and didn't know how to look at paintings, so he left Xianyun Palace directly.

On the ninth floor of Tianque, in a majestic palace.

Buddha's light filled the sky, and countless tall and majestic Buddha statues stood in all directions, like gods and figures, with a dazzling luster all over their bodies, illuminating the palace extremely brightly, and filled with a sacred and powerful Buddhist pressure.

In the center of the many Buddha statues, a white-clothed extraordinary figure sat there quietly, with a handsome and clean face, muttering something in his mouth, as if he was reciting Buddhist sounds.

If there were other people present, they would be shocked by the scene in front of them and speechless.

This person was actually Le Hongxuan, the young master of the Tianpeng clan.

Le Hongxuan had a very good understanding, extraordinary talent, and was familiar with the ancient Taoist scriptures, so he was proficient in many magical powers, including Buddhism.

It was because of the Buddhist power emanating from this palace that Le Hongxuan came here to listen to the Buddhist teachings and comprehend the true meaning of Buddhism.