298: Brother Feng, how have you been?

"The Sky-Chasm Barrier!" A flash of understanding crossed Lin Yuan's eyes. When he first entered the Taichu Divine Continent, he only felt this barrier was mysterious and unfathomable, isolating the inside from the outside. Now, looking at it with the perspective of the Myriad Dao Realm, how was this an obstacle? It was clearly a massive barrier protecting the endless Martial Artists outside the Taichu Divine Continent!

If not for this barrier's isolation, those endless mutated beasts in the fallen divine domains, contaminated by the Dark Abyss, would have surged into the peripheral sea of stars, triggering a catastrophic disaster that would sweep across billions of living beings!

As his thoughts turned, his body passed through that seemingly indestructible curtain of Chaos light without any resistance. The barrier's runes flowed automatically and did not repel him at all—the aura of the primal divine seal was the best pass.

The scene before him suddenly opened up. He was currently at the massive teleportation plaza outside the East Heavenly Gate. Countless Cultivators from the Three Thousand Six Hundred Domains of the Eastern Pole Sky Ruins Continent shuttled about, the air filled with the clamor of voices and the flickering of spiritual light.

Lin Yuan's figure appeared abruptly at the edge of the plaza. His naturally radiating aura, as deep and vast as Chaos itself, instantly attracted the gazes of all the nearby Cultivators. Suspicion, awe, curiosity... all sorts of complex looks focused on him.

He seemed oblivious, his Divine Thought spreading out like an invisible tide, precisely locking onto the direction of the Spirit Martial Hall's main headquarters.

In the next instant, Lin Yuan's figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a faint ripple in space.

Deep within the main headquarters of the Spirit Martial Hall, inside a simple and elegant quiet room.

Sandalwood incense curled in the air. Li Xuan sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, an ancient book shimmering with starlight floating before him. He picked up the spiritual tea by his side and was about to bring it to his lips when his brow suddenly twitched!

An indescribable aura, carrying the ancient majesty of the dawn of Chaos, appeared within the quiet room without warning! This aura was so strange and powerful, yet it also carried a trace of indelible familiarity!

Pffft!

The tea cup in Li Xuan's hand instantly exploded! Scalding spiritual tea and shards splattered everywhere, but they were frozen and annihilated by an invisible force three feet in front of him, turning into nothingness.

He jerked his head up, his cloudy eyes bursting with terrifying brilliance as he stared intently at the figure that had silently emerged in the center of the quiet room.

His dark golden robes were spotless, and his stature was as upright as a heaven-propping divine mountain. His face was still young, but those deep eyes seemed to reflect the life, death, and Reincarnation of the sea of Chaos stars, containing the vicissitudes and tranquility of the ages. His aura was harmonious and restrained, yet like a crouching Chaos beast—still when idle, but earth-shattering when it moved!

"Yuan... Lin Yuan?" Li Xuan's voice was dry with disbelief, even carrying a trace of imperceptible trembling. As a Peak Hunyuan Realm powerhouse in charge of the Spirit Martial Hall, he had seen countless Prodigies, but he had never seen such a terrifying speed of advancement! A year! Not even a full year! From the Feather Transformation Realm to this unfathomable Realm before him... "Teacher," Lin Yuan bowed slightly and greeted him, his expression calm.

"You..." Li Xuan stood up abruptly and crossed the distance to Lin Yuan in a single step. His powerful Divine Thought instinctively swept over, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea—he couldn't detect a single thing inside Lin Yuan's body! The muscles on his face twitched slightly, and he finally squeezed out the guess that even he found absurd, "You're... in the Myriad Dao Realm?"

"Yes," Lin Yuan's answer was simple and direct.

"Hiss—" Even though Li Xuan was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, his heart shaking violently! One year! The Myriad Dao Realm! This could no longer be described as a Prodigy; this subverted the understanding of cultivation that had existed since time immemorial in the Taichu Divine Continent! He looked at this Disciple who had gone from the Spirit Martial Hall to the Taichu Divine Continent, feeling as if he were looking at a walking legend.

"Good! Good! Good!" After the shock came indescribable ecstasy and relief. Li Xuan said "good" three times in a row, his eyes shining brightly. "This teacher indeed did not misjudge you! You brat... you are simply... simply..." For a moment, he couldn't find the right words to describe him.

"This Disciple has come to borrow the main headquarters' teleportation Formation to return to my hometown. I need Teacher to help me teleport back to the Xuanxiao Great World," Lin Yuan stated his purpose directly.

The ecstasy on Li Xuan's face instantly froze, replaced by gravity. "Why return at this time?"

"Time is pressing. My homeland is in trouble. Now that I have stepped into the Myriad Dao Realm, I must go!" Lin Yuan nodded.

"Understood!" Li Xuan didn't waste any words and turned abruptly, sending out a powerful Divine Thought command instantly. "Deacon Wang! Immediately open the highest-authority teleportation to the Xuanxiao Great World! All required resources are to be allocated immediately using my authority! There must be no mistakes!"

With the command issued, he turned back to look at Lin Yuan, his eyes full of determination and trust. "Go! The Spirit Martial Hall will always be your backing! If you need anything, send word at any time!"

"Thank you, Teacher!" Lin Yuan cupped his fists solemnly.

Soon, a steady-looking Deacon surnamed Wang, who had reached the Peak of the Feather Transformation Realm, hurried over. The gaze he directed at Lin Yuan was filled with awe. Under Li Xuan's personal guidance, Lin Yuan followed Deacon Wang through layers of Restrictions to a giant teleportation Formation deep within the main headquarters.

The light of the Formation's activation illuminated the deep hall. Lin Yuan gave Li Xuan a final nod and stepped into the spatial vortex leading to the Xuanxiao Great World.

Xuanxiao Great World, Spirit Martial Hall Branch.

The light of the teleportation Formation gradually faded, and Lin Yuan's figure clearly emerged.

"Haha! Brother Lin! You finally... Uh?!" A hearty and enthusiastic voice stopped abruptly, as if someone had grabbed his throat.

Beside the teleportation Formation, Feng Tianxiu, who had been waiting there, had the smile on his face freeze instantly. His eyes widened, and his mouth hung slightly open, as if he had seen some unbelievable monster. A piece of warm spiritual jade he was fiddling with fell to the ground with a "clack," breaking into two halves, yet he remained completely oblivious.

His Divine Thought instinctively swept toward Lin Yuan, and then it was as if it had crashed into a bottomless Chaos abyss! That vast, ancient aura, which seemed to encompass all laws and transcend all Daos, made this Myriad Dao Realm powerhouse—who was considered a significant figure in the Xuanxiao Great World—instantly feel his scalp go numb and his Divine Soul tremble!

"You... you you you..." Feng Tianxiu pointed at Lin Yuan, his finger trembling and his tongue tied. "Brother... Brother Lin? No... that's not right... Dao... Dao Lord?! Myriad Dao Realm?! How long has it been?!" His voice suddenly rose, filled with a sense of the absurd.

That "little brother" who had been teleported from the Blue Star back then had transformed into a Myriad Dao Realm powerhouse on the same level as him in less than a year?! This was simply more ridiculous than the Xuanxiao Great World being promoted to a divine domain overnight!

Looking at Feng Tianxiu's expression as if he had seen a ghost, a rare gentle smile appeared on Lin Yuan's face. "Brother Feng, long time no see."