bookcurios Chapter 1924
Chapter 1924
Apart from the Star-Gazing Immortal who has gone into seclusion to seek a breakthrough opportunity, almost everyone in the sect is making intensive preparations for the two major events that are about to take place.
On this day, three disciples were about to fly over Chen Xuan's cave to visit their other senior sisters when their gazes inadvertently swept down and suddenly stopped—the great array of light that had always shrouded the plain had quietly dissipated, revealing the faint outline of the cave below.
The three exchanged a glance, all seeing shock in each other's eyes, and almost simultaneously exclaimed, "The newly promoted Holy Son... has emerged from seclusion?" Before the words were even finished, the three had already transformed into three streaks of light and sped towards the cave dwelling of Bai Qianhuan and the other Holy Sons, clearly intending to deliver the message as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, inside Chen Xuan's stronghold.
The gate to the Northern Underworld Immortal Mansion, which had been closed for nearly a hundred years, was slowly opening inward.
The first to step out was Chen Xuan, who had undergone eight hundred and ten years of arduous cultivation. His aura was as restrained as a deep pool. Although he was standing there, he seemed to be integrated with the surrounding world. Only the occasional glances in his eyes revealed a few unfathomable depths.
Following closely behind was Qiu Zixian, dressed in a plain fairy dress. Her hair fluttered gently, and she was surrounded by a faint glow. Her cool demeanor remained, but she had gained a sense of composure that came with the passage of time.
Then, the seven Daoist couples, Qingtian, Yu'er, Piaoxue, Lin Yuyao, Zhanxin, Zimo, and Tianxing, walked out one by one. Each of them carried the high spirits of a breakthrough. Although their cultivation fluctuations were not fully released, they could already make people feel the profoundness that far exceeded that of a hundred years ago.
Over the course of 810 years, the nine-fold increase in time flow from the small tower, the nourishment of the primordial spirit by the Enlightenment Tree, the rare elixirs stockpiled in the backyard of Tangwu Mountain, and the assistance of the octagonal ten-layered tower, combined with numerous fortuitous opportunities, enabled Yu'er, Piaoxue, and others to undergo a complete and magnificent transformation.
If a hundred years ago, when they first became disciples, they felt somewhat insecure facing the core disciples of the Holy Land, then now, even Zi Mo and Tian Xing, whose foundations were the weakest, had enough strength to sweep away the core disciples who had been disciples for about three thousand years.
The first thing Chen Xuan did after emerging from seclusion was to check the cultivation levels of each of his six Daoist partners.
Among them, Qing Tian, Yu Er, Lin Yu Yao, Piao Xue, and Zhan Xin have all reached the standard of direct disciples. Their goal upon emerging from seclusion is also very clear: to immediately find a master and undergo the direct disciple assessment.
As Chen Xuan stepped out of the Immortal Abode World, surrounded by a group of beautiful women, Yu'er and the other five women did not linger. They immediately transformed into five dazzling streams of light and soared into the sky. Their figures streaked across the sky of the Second Eternal Cave Heaven and flew in different directions, each searching for their master's whereabouts and preparing to participate in the assessment.
The remaining Tianxing and Zimo, having lived in seclusion for so long, could no longer suppress their longing for the outside world.
After a brief greeting to Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian, the two strolled hand in hand across the vast territory. Sometimes they bent down to play with the spiritual plants and flowers blooming by the roadside, and sometimes they found an open space to set up a campfire to roast the meat of exotic beasts. The aroma of roasted meat and the refreshing taste of spiritual wine soon filled the air, which just relieved the dullness brought about by nearly a thousand years of arduous cultivation.
After their Daoist companions had all departed, Chen Xuan and Qiu Zixian each raised their eyes, their gazes fixed on opposite directions of the grotto-heaven, as if sensing something. The next second, their eyes met, and they exchanged a knowing smile.
Chen Xuan naturally took Qiu Zixian's hand and walked side by side into the pavilion in the courtyard to sit down.
With a gentle wave of his hand, light instantly flowed across the stone table, and several jars of unopened spirit wine and plates of brightly colored fresh fruits and delicacies appeared out of thin air, clearly prepared in advance and waiting for the arrival of his old friend.
Sure enough, in just a few breaths, a hearty laugh came from the distant horizon. The laugh pierced through the clouds, carrying a familiar sense of boldness, and was mixed with several women's voices that were both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Brother Chen Xuan! You've finally emerged from seclusion! I've been waiting for you for so long!"
Bai Qianhuan's voice came through, much more mature than it had been over a hundred years ago. His words were full of confidence and ease, and he had long since shed the naivety of the young man he once was.
Following closely behind were the voices of Bai Qianjue and Senior Sister Liuli, still gentle and melodious, but within that gentleness, there was still a touch of the aloofness and reserve unique to the Holy Son.
Before the words had even faded, five figures appeared in the sky—besides Bai Qianhuan, Bai Qianjue, and Liuli, Xuanhao and Cang Xuanyue followed closely behind. All five were surrounded by an aura of transcendence. When they landed, their toes lightly touched the air, barely causing a ripple, and they landed steadily outside the pavilion.
Chen Xuan and Bai Qianhuan's eyes met in mid-air. In that instant, the memories of their past acquaintance intertwined with the contrast between their current identities as Holy Sons, and a sense of disorientation caused them both to be startled.
The next second, the two of them grinned at the same time and walked towards each other without prior arrangement.
As he approached, Bai Qianhuan couldn't help but circle around Chen Xuan halfway, secretly clicking his tongue and shaking his head. As the Holy Son of the Heartless Holy Land, he had abundant resources and a master who was close to the Immortal King realm to personally guide him. In just over a hundred years, he broke through from the late stage of the Myriad Manifestations Realm to the peak of the Void Realm and mastered several transcendent paths. Such a speed of improvement made him one of the best among his peers.
He had thought that with this opportunity, he could widen the gap between himself and Chen Xuan, who had no famous teacher and lacked resources back then. But now, sensing the aura of the deep sea within Chen Xuan, he felt that the other party was like a towering mountain, giving him an indescribable sense of oppression. This contrast made him feel a little insecure.
After a brief moment of distraction, the two smiled at each other, then opened their arms and gave each other a firm bear hug. After the hug, they each raised their hands and punched each other several times—the force of the punches made them clearly feel that their bodies were still as strong as immortal iron. This familiar strength instantly bridged the century-old estrangement.
"Good lad, your cultivation has improved again!" Bai Qianhuan laughed and pulled Chen Xuan's hand, leading him into the pavilion.
Xuan Hao, Cang Xuan Yue, and the others standing behind Bai Qian Huan were all shocked by this scene, and they all thought to themselves, "What a deep concealment!" Ever since Bai Qian Huan led the team back to the Holy Land and learned that Chen Xuan and Qiu Zi Xian had become Holy Sons, he had never revealed his relationship with the two of them.
Only now, with their familiar demeanor and bear hug when they met, did everyone realize that Chen Xuan's ability to join the Heartless Holy Land and become a Holy Son was perhaps preordained from the very beginning.