Checking in for 100,000 Years-Chapter 735 Two Pieces of News
SWOOSH!
The void seemed to boil as Ye Yun pulled a huge world from its depths.
This was precisely the Fairy Pond Small World. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
Sacred white light bloomed from Ye Yun’s hand, its strands falling upon the Small World. At this moment, the vast Small World gradually shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, finally transforming into a crystal-clear bead.
A ray of light flashed, and the bead landed in Ye Yun’s hand.
"HISS!"
The Saint of Eight Extremes gasped.
What formidable Divine Skills!
He was actually able to pull the Fairy Pond Small World out of the void with a single hand and refine it into a spatial artifact.
Is this the strength of the Divine Sovereign Realm? It’s truly terrifying...
The Saint of Eight Extremes was startled and tongue-tied.
He looked towards the bead; through the transparent bead, he could clearly see tiny mountain ranges, rivers, and countless living beings. He even saw the Eight Gods Mountain, the eight palaces upon it, and the Eight Great War Gods.
"I will take you to the Divine Land in the future. That is the true paradise for True Gods to cultivate," Ye Yun said with a faint smile, handing the bead to The Saint of Eight Extremes. "The Fairy Pond Small World has now been refined by me into a spatial artifact, so you shall be its keeper."
The Saint of Eight Extremes was exceptionally talented, and Ye Yun wished to help him achieve his potential. From Ye Yun’s perspective, the Fairy Pond Small World held no more value for him; it was better to entrust it to The Saint of Eight Extremes, an aboriginal of that world.
"Predecessor..." The Saint of Eight Extremes cradled the bead with both hands, feeling its immense weight. A myriad of emotions surged through him, and for a moment, he was unsure how to react.
"The Seven Stars Clanspeople possess the Dragon God Bloodline. You must treat them kindly in the future and ensure no further disputes arise," Ye Yun added.
"I understand, Predecessor. I will certainly inform my disciples," The Saint of Eight Extremes nodded repeatedly.
"Mm!" Ye Yun acknowledged, then looked into the distance, quietly awaiting the green-robed youth’s return.
The reason Ye Yun allowed the Seven Stars Clanspeople to remain in the Fairy Pond Small World was his internal assessment; they possessed the diluted bloodline of the Nine-tailed Divine Dragon. While he didn’t dislike them, he couldn’t say he was fond of them either. This feeling of Ye Yun’s naturally stemmed from the egregiously sinful Nine-tailed Divine Dragon.
Therefore, entrusting the Seven Star Clan to The Saint of Eight Extremes was a rather good solution.
In the future... out of sight, out of mind.
A streak of azure light arrived suddenly; the green-robed youth had returned. Behind him, a dozen or so silver-robed, masked men were enveloped in his Mana.
"Predecessor, I have emptied the entire Tianjige! I’ve also captured all the disciples of Tianjige, but there are very few people in Tianjige, just these dozen or so..." the green-robed youth said, cupping his fists. After speaking respectfully, he took out a Storage Ring and handed it to Ye Yun.
"Haha, well done!" Ye Yun laughed heartily.
He took the ring, and a wisp of his Divine Thought permeated it.
「A moment later.」
As his Divine Thought scanned through it, Ye Yun’s expression became somewhat peculiar.
I originally assumed that Long Xuan, the founding Ancestor of Tianjige, had perished long ago when his lifespan reached its end. Unexpectedly, this fellow had already broken through to the Eternal Realm over sixty thousand years ago and lived until thirty thousand years ago.
According to conventional understanding, even breaking through to the Eternal Realm wouldn’t allow one to live for thirty thousand years.
Unless, like the Xuan bird, one seals oneself within an Original Stone, paying an enormous price merely to prolong a desperate existence.
What puzzled Ye Yun was that Long Xuan hadn’t entered an Original Stone but had lived on the Cangnan Continent for nearly forty thousand years.
If the time he spent in the Fairy Pond World is included, his lifespan would be even longer.
After some thought, Ye Yun judged there were likely two reasons for this.
One: the mastermind behind the scenes might have provided him with some form of support. Two: Long Xuan possesses the bloodline of the Nine-tailed Divine Dragon within him, and this bloodline extends one’s lifespan.
Ye Yun recalled the memories of the Seven Star Ancestors. Almost every Star Ancestor, after cultivating to the Eternal Realm, could live for twenty to thirty thousand years.
Thirty thousand years is the limit. For Long Xuan to exceed thirty thousand years, it proves he must have had other fortuitous encounters.
In a Sect Secret Manual passed down through successive Pavilion Masters of Tianjige, it was recorded that the founding Ancestor of Tianjige had mysteriously disappeared thirty thousand years ago.
Since then, he had never reappeared.
Did he go to the Divine Land? Could it be that after his efforts came to fruition, he proceeded to the Divine Land for further Cultivation?
Ye Yun felt this was the most likely possibility.
Since his rebirth, Ye Yun had overcome obstacles with relative ease. He hadn’t expected to hit a dead end at Tianjige.
However, having difficulties is good. It’s only by facing challenges head-on that things become more interesting.
Huh, the Pavilion Master of Tianjige is quite the actor; he wasn’t telling the truth...
Continuing his Divine Sense scan, Ye Yun was suddenly surprised. In another Sect Secret Manual, he found an additional piece of information. This message was personally recorded and passed down by the second-generation Pavilion Master of Tianjige.
Thirty thousand years ago, a Sky-Level Sect had suddenly appeared, ordering Tianjige to remain hidden from the world henceforth, lest they invite karmic repercussions and bring about their own destruction. The second-generation Pavilion Master was baffled by this order, but he couldn’t defy a superior power and thus complied with the Sky-Level Sect’s command.
However, the second-generation Pavilion Master did record this event. Under duress from their overwhelming power, he did not record the name of this Sky-Level Sect. All subsequent Pavilion Masters had added their annotations after this message. These annotations were, without exception, filled with anger.
Therefore, successive Pavilion Masters of Tianjige, striving for improvement, all wished to break free from this destiny. This led to the plan of creating the Dark Ancient Demonic Dragon in the Deep Well of Ghastly Corpse.
This is getting interesting. Which Sky-Level Sect could it be?
After scanning around and finding nothing else of use, he put away the ring.
Looking at the cowering Tianjige disciples, a thought struck Ye Yun. His pupils constricted as he directed his Divine Sense to scan one of them.
PUFF!
The head of the silver-robed, masked man instantly ruptured, and his entire body exploded into a mist of blood.
Seeing this, Ye Yun frowned, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes.
The official disciples of Tianjige all possessed high cultivation bases and had all cultivated a Divine Skill of divination. This Divine Skill would form an imprint of a Star Compass in their minds.
This imprint is likely what prevents anyone from prying into their minds.
With this in mind, Ye Yun decided against prying into their memories. With a wave of his hand, he sealed them and put them away.
Hmm? Why has that young fellow Lu left Flying Immortal City?
Ye Yun’s expression shifted as he suddenly looked towards a certain point in the void.
Lu Dayou—an Outer Disciple of Tianjige, the same silver-robed young man who had auctioned the Deep Well fishing rod—was now quietly leaving Flying Immortal City via a Teleportation Array. He teleported continuously, crossing vast distances through the void, eventually appearing within the Plough Heaven Dynasty.
So, this kid was returning to Langya Mountain...
After silently tracking him for a moment, Ye Yun suddenly smiled when he saw Lu Dayou appear above a familiar mountain range. This vast mountain range still existed after a hundred thousand years. The air among the mountains was still suffused with the faint aroma of wine. Wasn’t this Lu Linlang’s old home?
Ye Yun waved his hand.
A black carriage suddenly tore through the void and appeared before him.
"This..."
When he saw the many demon beasts on the carriage, The Saint of Eight Extremes’ eyes widened, his face filled with shock. Among these demon beasts, there were two whose cultivation bases he couldn’t discern.
