bookcurios Chapter 1807
Chapter 1807
At Lin'er's grave, Lin Yuyao's eyes reddened, and glistening tears welled up between her eyelashes.
Lin Yuqiong silently arranged the offerings—gold ingots folded from gold foil, ethereal fruits, and her mother's favorite orchids—and placed them one by one on the stone platform in front of the tombstone.
The gold foil was lit, and the orange-red flames licked the air, while wisps of smoke, carrying longing, slowly drifted towards the sky.
With a solemn expression, Chen Xuan bowed deeply to the tombstone, performing the grand ceremony of three bows and nine kowtows—this was his respect for the ancestors of the Lin clan, as well as his solemn recognition and affirmation of Lin Yuyao.
"Ancestors of the Lin clan throughout the ages, mother..." Lin Yuyao knelt on the prayer mat, kowtowing and weeping, her voice choked with sobs.
"Yao'er is unfilial. Only after breaking through to the Void Reversal Realm today is she qualified to enter the ancestral land to pay homage to you. Mother, I have found a Daoist partner with whom I will share life and death. Soon I will be going with him to the core star field of the universe for training, and I will not be able to stay by your side as often as before..."
"May our ancestors and mother bless my sister and brother-in-law, so that they may have a smooth journey and return safely." Lin Yuqiong also knelt down and kowtowed, her forehead pressed against the cold bluestone slab, her voice heavy.
Chen Xuan stood aside, looking at the two siblings, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
In his past lives, and even his previous lives, he was an orphan without parents and had never had the experience of worshipping his ancestors.
For him, the only things he cared about were the Longxia clan, his Daoist partner, his disciples, and his friends; there were no other blood ties.
His visit this time was largely due to a debt he owed to Qilin City—he severed the bloodline of the Lin clan, and he felt he should offer his final respects for this cause and effect.
The Qilin clan has a rule that only cultivators at the Void Reversal Realm are allowed to enter the burial grounds to pay their respects.
The memorial service lasted from dawn until dusk, and the three people slowly departed only after the last wisp of smoke dissipated.
The Dragon's Hidden Courtyard was brightly lit by candlelight at night.
This was Chen Xuan's last gathering before his departure. The six Daoist partners and Lin Yuqiong sat together, chatting about the interesting things that had happened over the past three years, and did not disperse until late at night.
Chen Xuan and Lin Yuqiong's true form walked out of the courtyard side by side. The night wind blew their robes, carrying a slight chill.
"If you ever get tired of wandering around, come back to Qilin Star." Lin Yuqiong's voice was soft, but firm. "I'll be waiting for you to come back in the Qilin Nebula."
"Definitely." Chen Xuan smiled, then changed the subject, "By the way, where are those Xuanxiao Star juniors I asked you to arrange for them?"
Lin Yuqiong immediately reported the location—it was the training area for disciples inside Qilin City. Although it was not a core area, it was still protected by multiple arrays.
"They cultivate in the inner disciples' area."
"Then I'll go see them." Chen Xuan looked at him, his tone carrying a hint of admonition, "You don't need to come to see them off tomorrow, lest you add to the pain of parting."
Lin Yuqiong didn't speak, but nodded gently, though the reluctance in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Don't worry about Yao'er being with me," Chen Xuan added. "I won't let her suffer the slightest grievance."
“I believe you.” Lin Yuqiong took a deep breath, a hint of relief in her eyes. “Yao’er is the first person to break the ‘shackles of fate’ for the Qilin Child. When she returns as a Celestial Immortal, even our ancestors in the afterlife will be gratified.”
Chen Xuan patted him on the shoulder, said "Take care," and then turned around and used his teleportation technique, his figure disappearing into the night in an instant.
The Snowfall Peak on Qilin Star is covered in snow all year round and is rich in spiritual energy.
After the reforms, the number of disciples in Qilin City decreased by 70%, leaving only the most promising elites.
Bei Shan Lingwei, Xuan Xiao Ziling, Shen Huo Liuyun, and Zhu Que'er then opened up cave dwellings in this mountain range for cultivation.
More than forty years ago, they parted ways with Chen Xuan on Tian Shu Star, carrying the Qilin Token, and were subsequently guided here by the elders of Qilin City.
When they first arrived, the four of them were filled with pride—the top-level techniques and supernatural abilities of the Xuanxiao Star royal family were already the pinnacle in their eyes.
But when they arrived at Qilin City, one of the ten holy cities, they discovered that those proud heritages were not even qualified to enter here.
He once thought that no one could surpass him except Chen Xuan, but in the monthly inner sect sparring here, he was repeatedly defeated.
But the four were not discouraged; instead, their competitive spirit was aroused.
For over forty years, they have been cultivating and training hard. Now, Xuanxiao Ziling and Beishan Lingwei have broken through to the Void Realm, and Shenhuo Liuyun and Zhuqueer have reached the Yuanshen Realm Perfection. Their overall strength is far beyond what it used to be.
At the summit of Snowfall Peak, an ice-blue immortal abode stands silently, surrounded by three layers of defensive arrays.
There were only three outer sect female disciples serving outside the Immortal Abode, which shows that Abode Master Beishan Lingwei rarely interacted with others except for training.
Chen Xuan's figure appeared silently in front of the Immortal Mansion. He was proficient in formations and the Great Dao of Space. When he broke into the formation, he did not trigger any warning ripples. Even the three female disciples who served him did not notice.
He walked to the main gate of the immortal abode, and instead of using his magic, he gently knocked on the door in the most primitive way.
dong dong dong-
The knocking sound was crisp and melodious, penetrating the restrictions of the immortal abode and reaching the inner room.
At this moment, on the Jade Platform of Cold Marrow within the Immortal Abode, Bei Shan Ling Wei sat cross-legged, dressed in snow-white robes, her body surrounded by a faint azure magical power. She was closing her eyes to condense her immortal power and nurture her Golden Lotus Primordial Spirit when she was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Who?" She slowly opened her eyes, her cold gaze filled with vigilance—to be able to silently break into her great formation and even send the knocking sound to the inner room, this was no ordinary disciple.
She flipped her hand and drew a celestial-grade flying sword that gleamed with a cold light. Her figure shot out of the inner room like a streak of light and headed straight for the door.
"Someone actually managed to break my formation..." Bei Shan Lingwei's mind raced, and her azure magic power surged around her, ready to strike at any moment.
Just as she raised her hand to open the door, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar pierced through the barrier and rang directly in her ears: "It's been many years, and you've grown quite a bit."
Beishan Lingwei's delicate body trembled violently, and the flying sword in her hand almost slipped out of her grasp.
This voice... sounds exactly like the boy who led them out of their predicament on Xuanxiao Star more than forty years ago.
However, more than forty years have passed, and Chen Xuan's aura has long since changed due to breaking through the Void Realm and cultivating the Great Dao of Gods and Demons, so she is not sure.
"You are... Boss Chen Xuan?" she asked tentatively, her fingers trembling slightly as she pushed open the gate to the immortal mansion.
A cold wind, carrying snowflakes, rushed in, blowing her white dress and long, flowing hair.
Standing at the door was a handsome young man dressed in black with long, white hair. His white hair shimmered in the moonlight. Although he had gained some maturity from his appearance, his familiar gaze still made Bei Shan Ling Wei's eyes instantly well up with tears.