Chapter 262: An Immortal Bodyguard
Wang Xuan halted, sensing the vitality within the building ahead. The air was thick with mystical substance, and a powerful superhuman entity awaited him inside.
"Please, Sword Immortal," Huang Xinghai gestured.
"Don't call
Sword Immortal. With the presence of a great immortal from the Huang family, I am hardly comparable," Wang Xuan corrected, then confidently strode towards the main hall of the ancestral shrine.
Huang Xinghai was visibly moved by Wang Xuan's keen perception. From such a distance, he had already detected the immortal of the Huang family?
He didnt follow inside, rely serving as a guide and waiting outside.
In the Huang family's ancestral shrine, wisps of white mist rose from the ancient building, revealing a middle-aged man's ethereal figure within the fog. He appeared as a spiritual body, dressed in the style of ancient Earth, his figure slightly blurred among the mist and scattered light.
The man exuded a celestial aura as he observed Wang Xuan, remarking, "In this desolate era, for you to reach such heights is remarkable. You were born in the wrong ti. Had you been born a thousand years earlier, you would surely have been an unparalleled powerhouse."
He then shook his head, adding, "But perhaps not mistaken after all. Maybe you're luckier. The freedom of transcending the mortal realm pales in comparison to the vivid splendor of human existence."
"Senior flatters . Compared to the ancient sages, I'm but a moth gazing up at the soaring roc from the ground, far from their grandeur," Wang Xuan replied, remaining on guard.
The middle-aged man was an ancient being, and in Wang Xuan's current understanding, these creatures were often dangerous, either setting traps or burying the unwary.
"You are too modest. In the current terrifying reality of cosmic correction, to have opened an inner landscape is a talent that would astonish even the immortals behind the cosmic veil," the man stated.
Wang Xuan was aware that every action leaves a trace. Despite his caution, it was inevitable that soone would discover the secrets he wished to conceal.
Moreover, recently, in his quest for supre scriptures and legendary artifacts from ancient legends, he had been trading with financial conglorates, extending their lives in exchange.
Once a superhuman entity set their sights on him and studied his actions, they would naturally discover clues. Wang Xuan's frequent visits to Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries were not lost on the immortals; how could they not understand?
Ancient temples and renowned Taoist ancestral hos were no ordinary places. Marked by powerful beings, divided as territories, they hid true bones and relics. If the immortals turned their gaze towards him, they would understand he was stealing mystical substances.
"When I entered the Burning Lamp Realm, I felt the superhuman night sky was endlessly dark and eternally silent, devoid of light, bringing a sense of oppressive despair. The turbulence of my spiritual energy unexpectedly opened an inner landscape."
Wang Xuan spoke as if deeply moved. Revealing that he had opened an inner landscape at the human stage was sothing he couldn't afford; it would make him a target for hunting by entities from beyond the cosmic veil. Such a unique inner landscape was seen by the immortals as a ans of escape, a valuable resource.
"You are too wary of . I'm just a solitary spirit, no threat to you. I'm not even a true immortal now, just a fragnt of a spirit," the middle-aged man self-mockingly said, assuring Wang Xuan of his benign intentions. He gestured for Wang Xuan to sit.
In the ancestral shrine, surrounded by ancient furniture reminiscent of a bygone era, the man, showered in a mist of light, took a seat as well.
"What brings
to your summon, senior?" Wang Xuan asked, maintaining a calm deanor.
It was his first ti confronting a resurrected being from a true bone so closely after reaching the superhuman realm. Were the immortals finally about to enter the world?
Wang Xuan silently assessed the situation. The man was strong, but as a fragnt of a spirit, his power was limited by the fading superhuman laws. Wang Xuan glanced at an iron box in a nearby shrine; his celestial eye could see a bone wrapped in blood vessels inside, brimming with vigorous life.
"In the past, I was solely focused on attaining immortality, but now I'm neither human nor ghost. I'm behind the tis, with outdated views, so I wanted to talk to you and other newly erged superhumans, with good intentions, nothing more."
Wang Xuan looked at him, inquiring, "What is the world beyond the cosmic veil like now? When will the legendary immortals return? As superhumanity fades, what viable strategies are there to cope with this change?"
Since they were talking, Wang Xuan didn't hold back and continuously threw out various questions. The middle-aged man, Huang Kun, responded with a bitter smile, "The Old Covenant... locks the true words. Although I'm just a lingering fragnt of spirit in this world, there's still much I cannot say."
He candidly revealed that with the dissipation of superhuman rules, the Old Covenant had loosened. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to speak, being under stricter constraints.
He solemnly said, "The immortals have confird that the era of myth is thoroughly decaying. Even the most extraordinary beings can't stop it and will beco re mortals. It's quite tragic when you think about it. Immortality is just a grand illusion. The glorious traces of superhumanity will be erased and turn into nothingness!"
Wang Xuan frowned, surprised that even the immortals couldn't find a way. He had thought they might find so ans, if not to change the overall trend, at least to delay or prevent the retreat of superhumanity from happening so swiftly.
Through their conversation, Wang Xuan learned that the middle-aged man, Huang Kun, was the last person in the Huang family to achieve immortality, ascending at the end of the Tang Dynasty.
Regarding the other immortals from the Huang family, so had died in the cosmic veil, while others had been missing for hundreds of years.
Huang Kun sighed, "The world beyond the cosmic veil is far crueler than people imagine. Becoming immortal is not as wonderful as it seems."
He continued, "Soon, various superhuman traces will appear in the world. The chaos of superhumanity will spill over into the present world."
This information wasn't a violation of the Old Covenant. Wang Xuan had already anticipated such situations, where all sorts of monsters and demons would erge.
"The immortals are reluctant. With less than three years left, there will undoubtedly be various struggles. Collisions will occur between the great factions of the immortals. So immortals, fearing their descent into mortality and being hunted by powerful organizations in the present world, will take preemptive actions. Once the immortals arrive, chaos will ensue."
Huang Kun openly shared, indicating the proximity of these events.
"I've asked for you," he continued, "actually, to form a good connection and offer you a great fortune." A white fog emanated from Huang Kun, enveloping the entire ancestral shrine to prevent eavesdropping by other superhumans.
Wang Xuan looked at him, remaining silent.
Huang Kun spoke self-deprecatingly, "Don't think of
as an immortal. The truth is, I'm just a fragnt of a primordial spirit, more like a ghostly immortal without a physical body. I can't participate in the struggle for that great fortune. If you manage to obtain it, I hope you can share a part with
to help rebuild my body."
Wang Xuan was moved. What kind of imnse fortune could it be that could reconstruct a body?
"Soon, two high-level spiritual worlds will converge and collide while moving, revealing so traces in the present world," Huang Kun disclosed.
"The convergence of high-level spiritual worlds likely ans the appearance of heavenly dicine. If it appears in our world and you seize the opportunity, you might be able to harvest it!"
Wang Xuan was astonished. Could the immortals predict the appearance of heavenly dicine? Huang Kun seed too powerful, considering he was just a fragnt of a spirit.
Huang Kun shook his head, "Don't overestimate . This was deduced by the supre immortals behind the cosmic veil. In fact, during this convergence of the high-level spiritual worlds, the strongest beings there will get the first chance. If they fail to harvest the dicine, it might then appear briefly in our world."
He candidly admitted that passing certain ssages from the cosmic veil to the present world wasn't extrely difficult.
Wang Xuan, feeling helpless, asked, "If the immortals can't harvest it, how can I?"
"There's a great chance," Huang Kun responded. "Because there are rare divine objects in the present world, things that couldn't be taken into the cosmic veil, which can be used to harvest heavenly dicine."
He sighed, "Nowadays, there are many divine objects in the world, but they're not very friendly to a fragnted primordial spirit like ; dangers lurk everywhere."
Saying this, he stood up and took a stone box from the wall of the ancestral shrine. Inside was a bundle of silken thread, two ters long, and crystal clear.
"What is this?" Wang Xuan asked, intrigued.
"This was left by a guardian before their death. It's a silken line that can fish in the spiritual worlds. This material is incredibly precious, and even the well-known divine object, the Immortal Binding Rope, is made from it."
Wang Xuan remained cautious. He didn't want this to be the Immortal Binding Rope that could restrain him. He secretly prepared his short sword, ready to act if things went south.
"Of course, we still lack the most important piece: the fishing hook that can catch treasures from the spiritual world. It's incredibly valuable," Huang Kun revealed, his eyes gleaming with longing.
He inford Wang Xuan that the super-rich Zhong family possessed such a hook, left behind by a guardian who perished 1800 years ago.
Huang Kun sighed, "I did think about taking the hook directly, but there's sothing strange about that place. There's a dull, gray pool that looks a lot like the mythical Pool of Reincarnation, which is said to send spirits to rebirth. But who knows if it actually sends them away or devours them!"
He continued helplessly, "Even if I managed to get the hook, I wouldn't dare try to touch the higher spiritual worlds. There's a risk of spiritual heavenly fire falling, which is extrely dangerous for soone without a physical body."
"That sounds terrifying. Maybe I should just stay out of it. I'm too weak for such grand ventures," Wang Xuan shook his head.
"Don't underestimate yourself. This is an enormous opportunity. Right now, I'm far weaker than you. We'll need to work together, but you'll have to fish for the heavenly dicine since you have a physical body," Huang Kun proposed.
"I still don't think it's safe," Wang Xuan felt his power was inadequate for such a significant task and suggested Huang Kun wait while he went into seclusion.
"There's no ti for that," Huang Kun shook his head.
"Do you have any secret or ancient thods to quickly boost strength?" Wang Xuan inquired.
Huang Kun remained silent, eventually shaking his head firmly, "I can't harm you. So quick thods ultimately ruin the cultivator's foundation."
"Isn't there any harmless thod?" Wang Xuan asked earnestly.
"Inner scenes, heavenly dicine, and relics from the past... these can help. And we're about to fish for heavenly dicine," Huang Kun advised him not to rush and to take one step at a ti in cultivation, especially with the prospect of heavenly dicine on the horizon.
"When will a part of the higher spiritual world manifest in reality?" Wang Xuan asked.
"In three days, late at night," Huang Kun inford him.
"So soon? I'm not prepared enough, I'm afraid I might perish under the spiritual heavenly fire," Wang Xuan shook his head.
Huang Kun sighed, "If that's the case, I can't force you, but it really is a great opportunity."
He added, "Let's see how it goes then. I believe there might be a trendous spectacle. Perhaps we won't even need to fish for the heavenly dicine; it might just co flying out to us."
Wang Xuan, puzzled and intrigued, asked why he thought so.
"I've received information that several peerless powerhouses from behind the curtain will contend for the heavenly dicine of the higher worlds. What if they knock it out into our world? Or even better, if it escapes to us on its own," Huang Kun shared, hopeful.
Wang Xuan's interest peaked, "Can we witness a battle of the immortals?" He was eager to observe such an extraordinary event, having never seen anything like it before.
"Most likely, we'll witness a colossal battle among different factions of immortals. It will be quite fearso," Huang Kun nodded.
"Alright, in three days, we'll act according to the situation," Wang Xuan agreed.
Then, with so difficulty, he brought up another issue, "I feel like I'm being tracked by a powerful supernatural entity. I'm afraid I might be in danger. Could you please help
avert this lethal threat?"
Huang Kun, waiting outside the ancestral shrine, heard Wang Xuan's request and his face twitched. The young man was asking for a real immortal from the Huang family to act as his bodyguard!
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