"Little Yan!"
"She’s actually in the Nine Heavens!"
Chen Jichuan cast the "Five Elents Escape Technique" and left Fierce Bird Mountain. Transforming into wind and thunder, he darted straight toward the southeast.
His heart surged with joy that could not be contained.
Monts earlier, when the "Dayan Divination thod" broke through, he instinctively calculated Wang Yan’s whereabouts out of habit. Since the Starry Sky World, he had developed this routine.
Each ti the "Najia Divination thod" advanced, he would perform a divination.
Practicing the "Dayan Divination thod" had been no different.
When he ascended to the rank of Upper Immortal in this life.
When he beca a Second-Pattern Immortal.
When he beca a Third-Pattern Immortal.
Nearly a thousand years ago, while still on Mishen Island, when the "Dayan Divination thod" advanced to the Second Layer of the Dual Realm.
Each ti, he had perford calculations.
But every ti, he ca up empty—no trace of Wang Yan, not even her life or death.
This ti, however—
The "Dayan Divination thod" advanced to the Third Layer of the Dual Realm. As always, he habitually perford a calculation. Even he was stunned by the result—
"Actually!"
"She’s actually in the Nine Heavens!"
Chen Jichuan felt both joy and frustration.
Joyful because he finally confird Wang Yan’s existence, found her whereabouts, and discovered she was in the Nine Heavens, making their reunion imminent.
Frustrated because, had he perford this calculation during his first trip to the Nine Heavens, they might have t three hundred years earlier.
"But it’s all fine now."
"All fine."
Chen Jichuan pressed forward tirelessly, his heart filled with relief.
According to his calculations, Wang Yan was now forty-eight thousand six hundred seventy-five years old, well beyond the typical lifespan of a Fourth-order Immortal.
When they parted ways in the Qinling World, Wang Yan had barely broken into the Second Realm using his "Dutian Rakshasa Chaos Yin Yang Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Life and Death Treasure thod."
But the lifespan of a Second-order cultivator was only about a thousand years.
Chen Jichuan had always feared Wang Yan might have long since passed away in another world, which drove him to calculate her whereabouts and fate repeatedly.
Now, at last, he could breathe a sigh of relief.
"She’s alive!"
Chen Jichuan’s heart soared with joy, too exhilarated to dwell on anything else. Keeping hold of a sliver of heavenly guidance, he pushed forward relentlessly toward Wang Yan’s location.
The "Wind Thunder All Heavens Great Escape" was brought to its peak.
The distance grew shorter and shorter.
"Almost there!"
"Almost there!"
Chen Jichuan’s heartbeat quickened.
At last—
Just as he approached the borders of the Yu Ming Immortal Court, near the "Jingting Water System," the heavenly guidance reached its zenith.
"Here!"
Elated, Chen Jichuan stopped in midair. He stood atop the clouds, making no effort to conceal himself. Peering down below, his divine sense swept the area.
And at the mont his divine sense spread out—
Clang!
A familiar sword light suddenly burst forth, illuminating the Jingting Nine Waters and Thirteen Islands. It shredded his divine sense and shot straight for Chen Jichuan’s head!
...
"Damn!"
Unprepared, Chen Jichuan found himself unable to dodge. The Wind Thunder Wings flapped furiously, shifting his position unpredictably, yet he still couldn’t evade it.
Boom!
This marked the third ti he’d faced that all-too-familiar sword strike.
And each ti, the sword grew more deadly.
Today’s strike caught him completely off guard. It was far sharper than the one outside the Immortal Sect over three centuries ago. Were he the sa as he was back then, he’d undoubtedly be left barely clinging to life.
But things were different now.
He had mastered his cultivation techniques, ascended to the External Realm, and possessed the protection of Four Layers of Immortal Light.
Had Chen Jichuan been prepared and made sufficient arrangents, he might have even been able to stand toe-to-toe with a Fourth Realm Venerable.
But not this ti.
This ti, he was completely caught off guard.
The sword strike descended, severely damaging the "Nine Treasures Glazed Tower" hovering above Chen Jichuan’s head. The immortal treasure that had yet to recover now suffered even more, pushed to the brink.
Boom!
Crash!
His protective mystical light shattered instantly, and even the Four Layers of Immortal Light were torn apart in the blink of an eye.
"Pfft!"
Chen Jichuan spat blood, plumting from the heavens like a broken kite.
Yet, his eyes shone with clarity and determination. As the second sword light closed in, instead of anger or fear, he was overco with astonished joy: "Little Yan!"
Clang!
The sword light blazed across the Nine Heavens, unstoppable as spilled water.
The "Nine Treasures Glazed Tower" let out a sorrowful wail, spinning pitifully as it returned to Chen Jichuan’s dantian. Its nine layers of brilliance dimd completely, likely requiring countless precious materials and tens of thousands of years to fully repair.
His immortal treasure was gravely wounded.
Chen Jichuan himself fared no better.
A bloody gash appeared on his brow, his face pale as paper. His mana was scattered, and even the five Emperor Avatars in his dantian teetered on the edge of collapse.
The injuries he suffered this ti were far beyond the previous two encounters.
Yet, he broke into laughter.
"Who are you?"
Amid the Jingting Water System, the ruthless swordsman, the "Dongning Venerable," appeared in a flash. Pointing her finger, she enclosed Chen Jichuan’s battered body within a cloud and demanded coldly.
"Don’t you recognize ?"
"No, I suppose not."
"It’s been too long."
Chen Jichuan gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar face outside the cloud and felt a wave of disorientation.
Forty-eight thousand years.
Too much ti had passed.
Too long had they been apart.
After parting in the Qinling World, Chen Jichuan had journeyed through the Central Continent World, the Starry Sky World, and, eventually, the Chongming Spirit Realm. Ti had not been kind. His aura had undergone countless changes, and his appearance and deanor had transford as well.
Even if he returned to the Central Continent World of old, no one would imdiately recognize the "Gentleman Sword" or "Seven-star Sword Saint" Wang Shan, who had once dominated an era.
Wang Yan was no different.
Though she had not reincarnated, the Wang Yan who had slain her way to the Nine Heavens and battled the Four Immortal Courts as "Dongning Venerable" bore little resemblance to the "Lightning Sword" and "Heavenly Tribulation Sword" Wang Yan of the past.
Her deanor, her countenance.
Only faint hints of her forr self remained.
"You—"
Dongning Venerable stared at Chen Jichuan, a trace of hesitation flickering across her otherwise cold and indifferent features.
She seed uncertain.
Afraid to believe.
"It’s ."
"Wang Shan of Qinling."
Love arises unknowingly and takes root deeply.
Chen Jichuan had never intended to pursue romance within the Dao Fruit World.
In Great Yann.
In Da Liang.
In Jade Spring.
He had always tread carefully, focusing solely on cultivation.
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