Chapter 304: It Really Is Him!
The broken temple. The Old Beggar.
What followed was exactly as Lu Qingyang had guessed.
Just like the Simulation.
Everything happened all over again.
Except this time, he witnessed it with his own eyes.
And the course of events that followed was also the same as the Simulation.
He was raised to adulthood by the Old Beggar.
Until he encountered a Chaotian Sect cultivator recruiting disciples.
His Five Spirit Roots just happened to qualify him for selection.
And on the very day before he set off for the Chaotian Sect, the Old Beggar passed away.
When Lu Qingyang arrived beneath those three mountain peaks.
Looking at the scene of clear mountains and waters, birdsong and fragrant flowers, he stood frozen in place.
For a long time, he did not recover.
"That's the Spirit Field Bureau… above it is the Law Enforcement Bureau, and the Spell Art Bureau, the Spirit Artifact Bureau… the Spirit Pill Bureau…"
Lu Qingyang murmured to himself, a blank expression on his face. His whole person was terribly dazed.
He had almost blurted out the names of all the bureaus of the Outer Gate in one breath.
But unfortunately.
He did not feel any particular familiarity, as if he had only called them out subconsciously.
Yet it was all strangely smooth, like something he had seen before.
It seems "I" held quite deep feelings for this sect…
Lu Qingyang thought inwardly.
He slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.
There, before him, a golden plaque hung above the mountain gate.
On it, written in bold, flowing strokes, were several large characters: Chaotian Sect!
"Chaotian Sect?"
Lu Qingyang murmured in a low voice.
It seems that whether it's the Simulation or this so-called Return to True, both were left behind by "me" for myself.
And the purpose is very likely to make me carefully deal with that enemy of mine.
It's just… why wouldn't "I" even leave behind an explanation of that enemy's identity?
Could it be…
At this point, Lu Qingyang's pupils suddenly constricted, and an ominous premonition flashed through his mind.
For some reason, he kept feeling that something was off.
It seemed that as long as he tried to think about that unknown enemy.
A strong sense of danger would surge forth.
As if something invisible had fixed its gaze on him.
This feeling was extremely bizarre.
It made Lu Qingyang not dare dwell on it any longer.
And he seemed to understand something. That enemy's methods were unfathomable, ghost-like and god-like.
It was possible they could trace back to him through his divine sense!
This made Lu Qingyang hurriedly cast the thoughts from his mind.
He began to ponder how to navigate the Return to True that was to come.
And in truth, Lu Qingyang's guess was completely correct.
Just moments ago, in the distant Jing River Immortal Realm.
Within the sacred grounds of the Myriad Spirit Sect.
The radiance of dawn filtered through the towering peaks, spilling into the broad hall.
As if draping this sacred place in a layer of golden gauze.
At the center of the hall, upon a seat carved from ten-thousand-year immortal wood.
A handsome man in white robes sat quietly.
His features were like the morning frost of early winter, cold and clear.
Like an unattainable snow peak, inspiring awe.
In the white-robed man's hand was a cup of warm spirit tea.
The tea shimmered faintly under the sunlight, giving off a rich fragrance.
He lowered his head slightly, his gaze deep, as if pondering something.
At this moment, the hall was exceptionally quiet. A suffocating atmosphere filled the air, as if even time had stopped because of his stillness.
His eyes were tightly shut, and between his brows was a faint trace of anxiety and irritation.
If anyone had seen it, they would have been shocked.
The Sect Master of the Myriad Spirit Sect, the Immortal King of the Heavenly Immortal stage who dominated the Jing River, Wan Tianchou, could actually show such an expression!
"Sigh…"
Finally, who knew how long passed.
Wan Tianchou let out a faint sigh.
Then he opened his eyes.
His gaze was full of helplessness and irritation.
He could no longer remember how many years it had been since such an expression appeared on his face.
And whenever this expression appeared, it represented far more than simple helplessness and suffering.
Just moments ago, his lifebound Immortal Treasure, the Firmament Divine Chain, seemed to have been stimulated by something, and suddenly emitted a wave of fluctuation.
And the fluctuation grew more and more intense.
As if it was about to find some extremely important existence.
But after a moment, it vanished again.
Will it be him this time?
Wan Tianchou's lips parted slightly as he murmured.
Though his voice was extremely soft.
Even the maidservants attending him on either side could not hear it clearly.
Yet in his mind, it was like a thunderclap.
These years, he had spent countless effort trying to find the existence that made it impossible for him to eat or sleep.
It was just a pity that after so many years.
Apart from a trace of clues and the occasional peculiar change.
There was nothing at all. Understood.
And Wan Tianchou firmly believed that this person was definitely not dead!
Over a thousand years ago, his beloved disciple had perished in the Chaotian Realm.
Of course, he only learned afterward that the world had been renamed the Chaotian Realm.
And after learning of his disciple's death, Wan Tianchou felt not only fury, but terror!
Having cultivated for a hundred thousand years, he had seen countless prodigies.
He naturally understood what kind of existence it was that could kill a Human Immortal across realms, wield a Greater Thousand, and even battle the Heavenly Dao itself.
He did not know how to describe that feeling.
In any case, from that day on, he spared no expense of his life's resources, even borrowing countless provisions from a Heavenly Immortal friend in the neighboring Greater Thousand.
All for the sake of descending to the Lower Realm and pulling out the roots!
It could be said that Wan Tianchou gave Lu Qingyang no chance at all!
A Heavenly Immortal forcibly descended to the Lower Realm!
It even nearly caused the Chaotian Realm, whose Heavenly Dao was already drowsing, to collapse once more!
And because of this, with the Heavenly Dao collapsing and the pressure of a Heavenly Immortal radiating across the entire realm, the cultivation path of the Chaotian Realm gradually declined.
The entire world's momentum was controlled by Wan Tianchou alone.
And Wan Tianchou began his frenzied search, trying to find that person.
However.
After so many years.
Forget finding that person.
He did not even have a single clue about them.
But he did not dare take it lightly.
All these years, he secretly controlled the Chaotian Realm, investigating everything about Lu Qingyang.
Supporting and dispatching subordinates to hold the sect Lu Qingyang had left behind.
All for the sake of finding this person's traces.
Unfortunately, even now, he had still gained nothing.
Even this time, though his Immortal Treasure, the Firmament Divine Chain, had shown a reaction.
He could not muster any interest.
Because all these years, the Firmament Divine Chain would always tremble from time to time.
As if someone was helping the other party evade his searches and divinations.
You… where exactly are you?
Wan Tianchou's eyes narrowed slightly as he murmured.
Being unable to find Lu Qingyang only made his crisis worse.
Having cultivated for so many years, how could he not understand the stakes involved?
Weng~!
Just as Wan Tianchou's mind was in chaos.
The Firmament Divine Chain once again transmitted a fluctuation as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
This made Wan Tianchou's heart suddenly jolt!
Because the Firmament Divine Chain had never trembled twice in a row!
Instantly.
Wan Tianchou's eyelid twitched fiercely, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart.
Could it be… this time it really is him!