490: Immortal

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Woo~

Amidst the wails of the Ghost Beasts, the stone sword pierced the earth, transforming into a small mountain, and the Blood-Flesh Giant knelt, its life extinguished.

The floating red pavilion gently settled onto the ground, its hanging red lanterns still vibrant, but the red-robed young woman who had been leaning by the window was gone.

Ming Hui walked out of the Mist Sea, carrying the remains of his Senior Brother Ming Liao, bloodstains on his wide monk's robe revealing a hint of desolation.

The Mad Daoist, dishevelled, sat atop the Blood-Flesh Giant's head, drinking heavily, a penetrating sword wound in his abdomen slowly healing.

The Dragon Herding Daoist sat beside the corpse of Daoist Qingxin, coughing violently, a bruised palm print emanating from his sunken chest.

The golden silk embroidered fan and the ice crystal small sword lay side by side on the ground, and a figure stepped forward, bowing to pick them up.

Xu Sanyan put away the saint ancestor sword, looked at the two Magic Treasures in his hand, and sighed softly.

He had ultimately made his move.

Of the six Saints, three died and three were injured: Old Ancestor Zuoqiu, Great Master Ming Liao, and Daoist Qingxin of the Siyuan Sect, all perished under the ice crystal small sword, while the Mad Daoist, Ming Hui, and the Dragon Herding Daoist were all at the end of their ropes.

Although Yu Anwei's condition was also extremely poor, if Xu Sanyan hadn't intervened, Yu Anwei truly would have exhausted them to death.

Taking advantage of others' misfortune was certainly not the act of a gentleman, but fortunately, he was not a gentleman either.

The great battle concluded, with thousands dead or severely wounded, and fewer than half remaining.

The Mist Sea no longer expanded; instead, it showed a tendency to slowly dissipate.

Xu Sanyan entered the pavilion to investigate, finding many treasures within, but what was even more precious were the various Jade Slips on the second floor, numbering in the thousands!

"Lost Legacy..."

Xu Sanyan smiled, waved his hand, and took them all. The Mad Daoist and the others were powerless to stop him, only able to watch him leave.

Among the crowd, Zuoqiu Zhen took a deep breath, pondered for a long time, and finally chased in the direction Xu Sanyan had left.

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After this battle, the Mist Sea disaster completely dissipated, and the Demonic Path evildoers who had usually stirred up trouble also quieted down, bringing a rare peace to the world.

Three years later,

The Demon Sect Holy Son of the Tongxin Demon Sect achieved a Breakthrough into the Saint Realm. Soon after, the former Sect Master unexpectedly died, and Qi Yuanzhu assumed the position of Sect Master, while his younger brother Qi Liang went missing.

In the same year,

King Xia ascended the throne, establishing a new capital in "Tianbao City," and even changing the national title to "Xia," signifying a well-governed nation.

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Tang Huanhuan stepped into the capital, feeling as if an age had passed. In just three short years, the dynasty had changed.

She wondered if the current court would still recognize her official position from the previous dynasty; she hadn't even collected her last month's salary, which was over thirty Spirit Stones.

"Sigh..."

Tang Huanhuan picked up her old trade again, renting a shop in the market to sell wine, while saving money and waiting for an opportunity.

One day, half a year later, Tang Huanhuan, with sleepy eyes, leaned on a reclining chair, a viscous string of drool slowly dripping down, which, illuminated by the afternoon sun, actually had a hint of crystal clarity, causing passing youths to frequently turn their heads and secretly swallow their saliva.

"Bang bang bang~"

"Hiss~"

The sound of fingers lightly tapping the table woke her. Tang Huanhuan took a strong inhale, her saliva returning to her mouth, and opened her eyes to look at the person. Her face instantly lit up with surprise, and even her voice became much livelier,

"You're here."

Yang Qiyuan put down her long sword and complained, "Why did you hide here? You didn't even send me a message, making me search so hard."

"Hehe..."

Tang Huanhuan only smiled and did not answer.

She felt that she wasn't doing well, so she was embarrassed to see Yang Qiyuan, but today, meeting again, all her worries were thrown to the back of her mind.

"I missed you so much..."

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Five years later,

In the Zuoqiu Clan, Lin Fan sat on a chair, holding an infant less than three months old in his arms, teasing it with a joyful expression. Beside him, Zuoqiu Yi had also shed her youthful greenness and had her hair coiled up.

An outsider witnessing this scene would surely believe this to be a harmonious family, but upon closer inspection of Lin Fan's eyes, there was always an indelible trace of regret.

At this moment, a hearty laugh came from outside the hall, and a young man strode in, repeatedly cupping his hands and saying, "My apologies, my apologies. My family affairs have been busy, and I've neglected my esteemed guest. Please forgive me."

Lin Fan looked up, only to see a young man with a handsome face, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes. In terms of appearance alone, he was far superior to himself.

But he was no longer the reserved youth he once was and would not feel inferior because of appearance.

"It's our presumption to disturb you; the host shouldn't blame us," Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Hahaha, with the renowned Black Feather Sword, Young Hero Lin, gracing my door, I couldn't be happier. How could there be any talk of blame?"

Black Feather Sword was the title Lin Fan had earned over the years, named for his skillful use of a jet-black long sword and his extraordinary speed, thus earning him a considerable reputation as a hero in the Central Plains.

Yet, despite gaining both fame and fortune, the woman he loved had already married another, which was truly a regrettable matter.

Lin Fan often wondered in his heart, what would the Saint do if he encountered such a situation?

Then he shook his head. The Saint would not encounter such a thing. The women he liked, he would obtain by any means, never leaving regrets.

"Brother Lin has rarely graced my door. Today, we must drink until we're drunk."

"Good."

Lin Fan smiled, secretly glancing at Zuoqiu Yi, a hint of bitterness in his smile.

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Many people in the Central Plains were now searching for Xu Sanyan, hoping to obtain the treasures and Legacy left by Yu Anwei from him.

However, they scoured the Central Plains but could not find any trace of Xu Sanyan.

At this moment, Xu Sanyan was holding a map, frowning in thought. After comparing the directions slightly, he headed southwest.

This map was precisely the one attached to the "Beauty's Scroll." He had walked for several years, only to find that the topography had already changed, and the map's records were not accurate.

"Could they all be dead?"

Xu Sanyan felt a deep sense of regret, because the map was drawn thirty thousand years ago, before that Heavenly Tribulation, so there was bound to be a great change, but he hadn't expected it to be so significant.

"My beauties, please don't all be dead."

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Time flew by, a thousand years in the blink of an eye. Although Xu Sanyan's name still circulated in the Central Plains, it was no longer as prominent as it once was.

At the southernmost point of this world, atop a ten-thousand-foot peak, Xu Sanyan had lived here for a very long time.

On this day, Xu Sanyan summoned a young girl and handed all the Jade Slips on his person to her. "You may go now. Take them back to the Central Plains; it can be considered a good deed I've done for the cultivation world."

After such a long time, he had already thoroughly understood all the content on the Jade Slips; keeping them was pointless.

"Godfather, you..." The girl hesitated.

Xu Sanyan looked up at the sky and murmured softly, "I want to see what's outside."

Ever since his conversation with Yu Anwei back then, he had been filled with curiosity about what lay beyond the sky. Had the Saint Sect Master of the Yaotian Holy Sect truly died that year?

Was there another world beyond this one?

All of this was unknown.

Before the girl could speak, Xu Sanyan waved his hand, allowing no room for argument. "Go."

"Yes."

After the girl left, Xu Sanyan slowly rose, his eyes filled with a cold clarity.

In an instant, a fierce wind stirred in the sky, and the clear sky was immediately covered by dark clouds. He was about to—

Undergo Tribulation and achieve Immortal Ascension!

"Boom~!"

Rolling muffled thunder surged, tearing a rift in the sky. Through that rift, Xu Sanyan seemed to see the world beyond the sky...

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(End of Book)