"…"
A heavy silence filled the air, thick with unspoken tension.
Then, within the confines of the coffin, the old man stirred.
His aged, withered fingers twitched slightly, and a faint ripple of energy spread outward.
He had activated his divine sense, a technique that allowed him to probe the cultivation base of others.
And yet—
His senses told him that Riley Mason was nothing more than a Golden Core realm cultivator.
Impossible.
The old man's ancient mind, sharpened by centuries of wisdom and experience, refused to accept such an absurd result.
He had personally heard of Riley Mason's teoric rise. The feats alone spoke volus:
A trash outer disciple, once dismissed by his own sect, had ascended in re weeks to the rank of an Elder.
He had taught Dao Essence to re children, sothing that even seasoned cultivators struggled to comprehend.
And most recently, the most baffling feat of all—he had subdued two Spirit Severing realm cultivators, Daoist Gentle Dream and Daoist White Snow, both renowned figures in their own right.
This was not the work of a re Golden Core cultivator.
No, there was only one reasonable explanation.
So ancient monster had taken possession of Riley Mason's body.
An existence that had long surpassed the limits of ordinary cultivation.
An old monster that concealed its true power behind an unassuming facade.
Perhaps even soone who had transcended mortal understanding altogether.
The old man's heart trembled slightly at the thought. He had lived far too long to be reckless now.
If the being before him was truly an ancient powerhouse, then antagonizing him could an instant annihilation—not just for himself but for his entire sect.
At that mont, he made his decision.
A show of humility was the only path forward.
The coffin trembled slightly before the old man's voice echoed through the air, steady and controlled despite his deteriorating condition.
"Then I must offer my sincerest apologies for wasting your ti, Fellow Daoist." His words carried the weight of wisdom and caution.
"Regardless, the Phantom Abyss Sect wishes to extend a hand of friendship to your honored self."
At those words, the six powerful cultivators who had carried his coffin did not hesitate.
As if they had been given an unspoken command, they moved in perfect unison, their figures vanishing into the air as they soared toward the massive flying boat above.
The crowd below watched in awe, their breath held as the imnse vessel began to shift.
The mont stretched—until suddenly, with an unnatural speed, the enormous flying ship vanished into the sky, leaving behind only a lingering pressure in the air.
The city remained frozen in stunned silence.
Only after several monts did the people dare to breathe again.
They whispered among themselves, glancing fearfully at Riley Mason.
He had just sent away the Phantom Abyss Sect without lifting a finger.
He had made a Void Tribulation powerhouse submit with re words.
This wasn't just strength—this was the mark of absolute dominance.
As realization set in, a collective thought spread like wildfire through the gathered crowd.
Riley Mason was far more terrifying than any of them had ever imagined.
"I'm going to miss you, Riley. But go where you need to go and do what you must. Your mother and I will be waiting for you here." Riley's father spoke with a calm yet heavy heart, his voice steady but filled with emotion.
Riley smiled, nodding. "I know, Father."
Unlike ordinary mortals, he had the potential to live for thousands of years. But he refused to let ti separate him from those he loved.
No matter what it took, he would ensure that his parents and those closest to him would accompany him on this journey—for a long, long ti.
With that final exchange, Riley and his companions boarded their flying boat, ready to set off toward their next destination.
However, the mont they took to the skies, Riley's sharp senses picked up an unexpected presence aboard.
An uninvited guest.
He turned, eyes glinting with amusent as he spotted a familiar figure.
"Funny seeing you here, Daoist Gentle Dream. I don't recall inviting you on this trip." Riley chuckled, folding his arms as he regarded the woman with interest.
Gentle Dream sighed, her expression sorrowful yet oddly charming.
"Oh, but where else can I go, Young Master Riley?" She batted her eyelashes, her voice laced with both grievance and a hint of playful seduction.
"I was the one who inford our ancestor about your miraculous healing abilities. But since he received no treatnt, the Phantom Abyss Sect has decided to punish .
They expelled , young master Riley."
She bit her lip, her delicate fra trembling slightly as she took a step closer.
"I'm holess now, Young Master Riley. Do you truly have the heart to push away a helpless, defenseless, beautiful woman like ?"
Before Riley could respond, another voice scoffed from the side.
"More like a venomous snake."
Daoist White Snow had been silently observing the interaction, and now, her cold, piercing gaze landed on Gentle Dream with undisguised disdain.
Gentle Dream pouted, turning toward White Snow with mock hurt.
"You wound , Daoist White Snow. How could you say that after everything we've been through?"
White Snow rolled her eyes. "Don't pretend. We all know why you're really here."
Riley rely shook his head.
He had already read Gentle Dream's mories. He knew the truth—her sect wasn't truly punishing her. They had rely sent her as a spy.
A pawn.
But Riley didn't care for the sches of lesser beings. The plots of ants ant nothing to a dragon.
"Do whatever you want." He waved a hand dismissively, not even sparing Gentle Dream another glance.
Gentle Dream blinked, montarily surprised by his indifference.
But then, a small smirk ford on her lips as she took her place aboard the ship.
Without another word, the flying boat surged forward, cutting through the skies at top speed as it raced toward its next destination—
The Stone Mountain Sect.
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