Chapter 943: Chapter 558: Establishing the Boundary (Major Chapter)_3
“Master.”
A steady voice resounded.
Outside the hall, Yan Feng bowed, his expression filled with utmost respect. As hundreds of thousands of years passed, the once innocent child who disliked bloodshed had now grown to stand at the pinnacle of the Martial Path as a Supre Being. His cultivation had reached the stage of Martial Emperor Perfection, a re step away from the legendary Ancestral Realm.
His deanor was calm and restrained, with faint traces of the gentleness of his past visible in his countenance, but what dominated was a resilience forged through trials and tribulations.
For this disciple, Xue Qing had always maintained a protection different from that for others.
Perhaps it was the pure kindness that touched her at their first eting, or maybe it was her reluctance to see such a rare nature be completely worn away by the ruthless battles of the Dao, she did not allow Yan Feng to overly involve himself in the bloody disputes of the Great Universe, instead having him focus more on the internal transmission and stabilization affairs of the Martial Pavilion.
Xue Qing slightly nodded and walked straight into the depths of the grand hall.
Within the hall, an incense burner emitted a heart-refreshing Divine Incense.
She sat on the wide jade chair she habitually used, leaned back slightly, and closed her eyes, with her long eyelashes casting a shadow below her eyes, showing an unwashable fatigue between her brows.
The continuous years of Dao battles had nearly exhausted her energy and spirit.
Yan Feng quietly followed behind, seeing his master’s unabashed exhaustion, his lips moved slightly, wanting to say sothing but stopping short.
He wanted to share so of his master’s burdens, no matter how insignificant, yet the words were swallowed back at the last mont.
A Martial Emperor Perfection, in any past era, would be a top-tier existence capable of traversing the Universe at will. But in this era, where Ancient Ancestors erged frequently and the Dao battles could sweep the Universe at any mont, such cultivation seed rather thin.
He even sowhat sadly realized that even those newly ascended Ancient Ancestors might not be able to control their own fate in the true vortex of a great trend, let alone himself.
This powerlessness caused a suppressed bitterness in his heart.
The grand hall fell into a long silence, broken only by the faint cracking sound of the Spirit Condensing Incense burning.
After a while, Xue Qing slowly spoke, her voice slightly hoarse: “Lately, has there been anyone suitable?”
She was inquiring about whether there were candidates suitable for entering the Ancient Dao Transmission Road.
Over the years, Xue Qing had gradually restricted the number who could enter the Ancient Dao Transmission Road.
She increasingly realized that this shortcut, facilitated by Space-ti Law and Heavenly Destiny True Spirit, though capable of quickly creating strong individuals, ca with potential pitfalls like unstable foundations and insufficient trials of character. If one’s talent was lacking, they might suffer backlash.
It was more like a double-edged sword, not applicable to all Martial Cultivators.
Now, except for those with truly unparalleled talent and character, ordinary Martial Cultivators no longer had the opportunity to tread upon it.
“There is one.” Yan Feng gathered his thoughts and responded respectfully: “He is currently waiting outside the hall.”
“Summon him.”
Still with her eyes closed, Xue Qing gave the brief command.
She could sense that the Martial Arts Heavenly Fortune was undergoing subtle changes that she could not entirely control, changes closely related to Jun Huang and inevitably linked to that Heavenly Destiny True Spirit.
She did not know how long she could keep control over the Ancient Dao Transmission Road, but she could only, within her abilities, strive to discover so true prodigies for the Martial Path.
Soon, a figure was summoned into the hall.
The newcor wore a red garnt, as vivid as blood, standing tall. His cultivation had reached the Martial Monarch realm, with a youthful appearance seemingly only in his early twenties, full of striking elegance, his skin whiter than snow, making the red garnt appear even more enchanting.
His long hair, as dark as ink, hung down to his waist, his features exquisitely drawn like a painting, his eyes like autumn water rippling softly, captivating at a glance, yet upon closer inspection, a barely noticeable sharpness and coldness lay deep within those eyes.
“Erosion Sun Rain, greets Snow Qing Martial Ancestor.”
The man bowed respectfully, his voice clear, like a mountain spring, with eyes lowered in deference.
Erosion Sun Rain.
Upon hearing this na, Xue Qing finally opened her eyes, her gaze piercing like lightning, instantly sweeping over the man’s entire being.
Her invisible gaze penetrated the outer shell, directly observing the core essence.
In an instant, she understood the close blood connection between the person before her and the one subdued, known as the Sun-Eroding Cry.
“Hmm.”
Xue Qing nodded, asking no further questions, responding faintly. Facing the kin of the one known as the Sun-Eroding Cry directly, she felt a slight complexity in her heart.
She slowly raised her hand, silver-grey Law Runes of the Space-Ti Law flowed from her fingertips, lightly drawing a line in the center of the hall.
Buzz—
A misty, illusory passage, with light and shadows flickering, as if extending into the depths of endless space-ti, quietly opened, marking the entrance to the Ancient Dao Transmission Road.
At the entrance, the Power of Space-Ti was chaotic, emitting an aura that was deeply unsettling.
Erosion Sun Rain saw the Ancient Road, a flicker of fervor in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
Once again, he bowed to Xue Qing and then, without hesitation, stepped into that bizarre passage, his figure instantly engulfed by the space-ti turbulence.
Within the Ancient Dao Transmission Road, the Space-ti Law was distinct from the outside. The saying “without knowing the passage of ti in the mountains” applied, what seed like a re mont outside might be a long period of tempering and transformation within for the cultivator who entered.
In the blink of an eye, the entrance to the Ancient Road fluctuated again, and Erosion Sun Rain stepped out, still in the sa red garnt, his appearance unchanged, yet his entire aura had undergone a monuntal transformation.
The previous sharpness and coldness had been greatly restrained, replaced by an unfathomable calm, with his eyes opening and closing, seemingly birthing and extinguishing Space-Ti Fragnts.
Reviews
All reviews (0)