The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World-Chapter 588 - 342 I’m Not a Heavenly Immortal_2
Chapter 588: Chapter 342 I’m Not a Heavenly Immortal_2
Of course, in Feng Qing’an’s view, the lack of malice was purely because the gap between him and the Heavenly Immortal was so vast that it could not be measured. Who would bear hostility towards a speck of dust floating beside themselves?
“I am Taoist Qingkong from the Great Profound Sect. I congratulate you, fellow daoist, on surviving the catastrophe and reclaiming Cave Sky!”
However, to Feng Qing’an’s utter surprise, just as he was worried about how to handle being noticed by a Heavenly Immortal, a gentle, cultured, and magnetic male voice resonated by his ear.
Involuntarily, a figure appeared in his mind – a Taoist holding a feather duster, dressed in a jade green robe, a jade clasp in his hair. His age was indiscernible; at first glance, he seemed young, but a sense of vicissitudes from countless ages was visible.
“….”
Feng Qing’an pursed his lips, uncertain how to respond. At that moment, there was no change at all in his physical presence. His complexion was still rosy, appearing full of vitality, as if he was conversing with just an ordinary cultivator rather than a Heavenly Immortal whose mere thought could stir the course of heaven and earth.
Engaged in conversation by a Heavenly Immortal, how should he respond?
Feng Qing’an felt his head was ready to burst open. Such a situation was something he had never anticipated.
“What should I say?”
Confronted with such a bizarre situation, Feng Qing’an had no choice but to seek advice from Jiuling, the spirit of Cave Sky. Having the memories of an ancient demon, Jiuling was much more knowledgeable than Donghuang.
“A Heavenly Immortal spoke to you?”
Jiuling apparently didn’t hear what Feng Qing’an heard.
“Yes, he introduced himself as Taoist Qingkong from the Great Profound Sect!”
Feng Qing’an felt extremely awkward at that moment. The other party’s attitude clearly showed no malice, but how to communicate with such an entity was completely beyond Feng Qing’an’s understanding.
A single wrong word, and a person’s life could be instantly snuffed out. Although Jiuling had assured him that being in Cave Sky would protect him from immediate harm, even if the Heavenly Immortal themselves arrived, he felt powerless. What could he do? There was zero room for manoeuvre.
“What should I say to him?”
“Sir, you can say whatever you want, or even not say anything at all.”
“Why?”
“The Heavenly Immortal already treats you as a fellow Immortal Monarch of equal status and presumes that you have awakened your Previous Life’s Dao Fruit.”
“But I have no recollection of any past life!”
Feng Qing’an was fuming. The power of the Cave Sky was indeed beyond his current reach, only useful for bullying those within, useless outside and now it had brought upon him this horrifying existence.
“How am I supposed to pretend? Won’t I be exposed after a few words?”
“Sir, you don’t have to pretend. The fact that you are not exhibiting any abnormality at the moment is the best proof. Moreover, you are located inside the Cave Sky, and most certainly the Heavenly Immortal won’t venture inside.”
In Feng Qing’an’s eyes, these words from Jiuling did not allay his fears nor instil a sense of security. He noticed Jiuling was even more cautious than him,
“Come out now and speak to me!”
“Sir, while you have nothing to fear, my existence might indeed attract unwanted attention and bring trouble to you, so it’s best if I stay hidden. If you wish to harness the power of the Cave Sky, just let me know and I’ll assist with all my might.”
Jiuling remained calm, aware of how valuable his existence was to a Heavenly Immortal. While a ruinous Cave Sky may not necessarily attract a Heavenly Immortal’s interest, adding him into the equation might tip the balance.
“Well, if this Heavenly Immortal wants to break in, can you detain him using the power of the Cave Sky?”
“Sir, you jest. If you were to regain your Previous Life’s Dao Fruit and could use it within this Cave Sky, then it might be able to restrain the Heavenly Immortal. As it stands, you would be lucky to be able to protect yourself.”
“I knew it.”
Feng Qing’an accepted the answer without surprise. It was common knowledge that the only beings that could counter a Heavenly Immortal were another Heavenly Immortal or a being of a higher existence. As for other methods, he did not entertain the possibility.
“Fellow daoist, why the silence?”
Feng Qing’an’s momentary silence made the aquamarine eyes, suspended high in the sky covering dozens of Wan Li, rotate slightly.
As for Feng Qing’an’s existence, he only came to see for himself due to a report from his sect’s junior generation. He had no other intention — if possible, it would be nice to forge a connection.
For the immortals who have achieved longevity, there were not many things in the world that could stir their desires anymore. All they had to do was to guard their immortal dao fruit.
Under these circumstances, when he suddenly encountered a stranger who seemed like a fellow immortal, his first instinct was to befriend, not to make an enemy.
Immortals could achieve longevity, but they weren’t immortal unless they avoided disasters. If they encounter catastrophe, even the Longevity Taoist Fruit could be shattered.
After the contact with Feng Qing’an, the descended immortal basically confirmed the news from his juniors. The word “seems” could be removed. There’s no doubt that he’s a fellow daoist.
Of cultivators in a weak realm, unless they have a status equivalent to his, they would instantly crumble and perish during contact, upon hearing the first word he said.
The voice he emitted was not a blessing for the human realm cultivators, but instead, it was the most terrifying disaster and catastrophe in the world.
Because once they made contact, even his unintentional movements, even exhaling, could grind them to dust without him realizing it.
How could a firefly’s light compete with that of the sun and the moon?
Being an immortal is akin to sharing the brilliance of the sun and the moon. Compared to immortals, the human realm cultivators were lesser than a firefly’s light. The disparity is so huge that it is an extreme disaster for the weak to approach.
A cultivator, who is still in the human realm, had direct spiritual contact with an immortal, and his soul was not only unharmed, but his physical body showed no signs of collapse. This explained it all.
Combined with the fact that Feng Qing’an could already control and manipulate the power of the Cave Sky, his identity was evident. Other than a heavenly immortal who had reincarnated and returned, who else could have such performance?
“Is it unclear why I am silent, fellow daoist?”
After pondering for a while, Feng Qing’an began to speak.
If this damned Jiuling wanted him to improvise, then he would do just that. If he fell into misfortune, nobody would get away.
“Fellow daoist, why the change in attitude from high-profile to reserved? Could it be that the one you are waiting for is not me?”
The aqua eyes rotated slightly in the gloomy sky, stirring up a grand spiritual tide that swept across thousands of Li. Under those eyes, the last trace of Yin Qi in the bleak Wan Li was wiped out.
“As long as you understand, fellow daoist.”
In an instant, countless thoughts surfaced in Feng Qing’an’s heart. Who knew what the heavenly immortal was thinking, so Feng Qing’an dared not guess. He could only forcefully calm himself and continued the conversation according to the other’s words.
All he wanted now was for this heavenly immortal to scram. Although there was no malice from the other party, the pressure from communicating with such a being was simply too much.
“It seems I was being presumptuous.”
The aqua eyes dimmed slightly and began to fade, about to disappear into nothingness. Obviously, having been explicitly rejected, this heavenly immortal was not planning to continue.
If there is no intention to befriend, there should be no grudges. This is the Dao of longevity.
“Haha, are you waiting for me, fellow daoist?”
The dazzling stars surged, with millions of stars hanging in the sky, illuminating the darkness and surrounding the aqua eyes.
Is there something wrong with these heavenly immortals?
Why do they think he’s waiting for someone?
Looking at the sky’s transformations, Feng Qing’an couldn’t help but have these thoughts.
