518: Go back

Xiao Ruobai nodded and revealed a gentle smile: "Good. It seems your harvest from this trip to the ancestral land has far exceeded expectations. Congratulations."

Fang Hanyu slightly narrowed his eyes, his sword-like gaze sweeping over Mo Yu. He cultivated the Dao of the Slaughtering Sword and was most sensitive to Qi.

At this moment, Mo Yu gave him a sense of being impeccable. It wasn't that his defense was powerful, but rather that his very existence seemed to harmonize with a certain Dao of Perfection.

Within his blood and Qi, there was even an ancient pressure that made his sword heart tremble slightly.

He remained silent for a moment before slowly uttering two words: "Very strong."

Ling Xi watched Mo Yu quietly, a trace of contemplation flashing in her cold gaze. After a long time, she breathed out two words very softly.

"Immortal Rhyme?" Her voice was so quiet that only she could hear it.

The most direct reaction, however, came from the Demon Emperor Yuan Tiangang.

He had been talking with everyone, but the moment Mo Yu approached, the Bloodline within his body involuntarily felt a slight tremor and suppression, as if he had encountered an emperor of a superior status!

His pupils shrank slightly, and the look he gave Mo Yu was filled with shock and a deeper level of importance.

Even Old Huang, who usually lacked any sense of decorum, became unusually quiet. He tilted his large head and stared at Mo Yu with his huge, bell-like eyes without blinking.

His nostrils twitched slightly as if he wanted to smell something unusual from him, and he muttered:

"Strange, strange. Kid Mo, your scent... why is it a bit different? It seems even more fragrant?"

Just then, Wang Zhan, who had been standing silently nearby, stepped forward slowly.

He first looked at Mo Yu, seemingly trying to see something beneath Mo Yu's calm exterior.

After a moment, a faint ripple passed over his cold face—it was admiration, but also a hint of competitiveness that had been stirred.

"It seems you've taken another big step forward."

This speed of growth made Wang Zhan clearly feel the pressure.

He looked down at his own fist and thought to himself: It seems his own path still has a long way to go.

The prodigies of the same generation are all racing ahead; I cannot fall behind either.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhan spoke: "Everyone, the matters in the Southern Region are settled. I shall take my leave first."

He looked at everyone, his gaze lingering slightly on Mo Yu and Ling Xi in particular.

Then, without waiting for a response, his figure transformed into a streak of pale green light and shot straight into the sky. His back looked solitary as he quickly disappeared into the horizon.

Watching the direction in which Wang Zhan disappeared, Xiao Ruobai withdrew his gaze and said to everyone, "Alright, it's time for us to return as well."

"Hey, what should we do with these things?"

Old Huang used his hoof to nudge the four Ancient Imperial Princes who were restricted on the ground, drawing everyone's attention back.

"They're an eyesore. How about I, Old Huang, just swallow them in one gulp to save space?"

Hearing this, even though they were tightly sealed by the Restriction, a flash of humiliation and fear crossed the eyes of the four Ancient Imperial Princes.

Xiao Ruobai's eyes moved slightly, sweeping over the lingering fear and resentment on the faces of those four, and he said indifferently:

"Suppress them for now. We'll deal with it after we return."

With a wave of his hand, a clear light swept up the four Sons of the Ancient Emperor, turning them into a streak of light that vanished into a storage Sacred Artifact.

"Your Majesty, the Southern Region has undergone this tribulation and is in need of reconstruction. It is not convenient for us to stay long, so we shall bid our farewells."

The Yuan Tiangang accepted with both hands and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Fellow Daoists, thank you all! Words cannot express my gratitude. The Southern Region Demon Clan will remember this in our hearts forever!"

Xiao Ruobai said no more and nodded slightly to Old Huang, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Mo Yu.

"Let's go."

With a light shout from Xiao Ruobai, several streaks of light shot into the sky once again, passing over the newly born mountains and rivers of the Southern Region, heading rapidly toward the Azure Profound Sect.

On the Zizhu Peak, the Purple Bamboo swayed, and spiritual mist swirled.

Gu Changge returned slowly with Little Black, Little White, and the Great Emperor of Nirvana. As his sleeves brushed lightly, he carried a sense of calm after experiencing myriad tribulations.

As for the several Old Ancestors, after returning to the sect, they went to the Myriad Tribulations Battlefield to Cultivate without stopping.

This Dark Turmoil, where they witnessed the terrifying slaughter of Emperor-level existences and even personally participated in the fight against Supremes, had deeply stimulated these Five Ancestors.

Before true Peak power, a Quasi-Emperor was nothing more than a slightly larger ant.

Xing Tianao stood solemnly to the side. As a newly promoted Great Emperor, his gaze swept over the quiet bamboo forest, feeling the ordinary scene that, although rich in Spiritual Qi, was far from world-shaking. His heart was filled with waves.

"His Excellency actually hails from such a simple place..."

Xing Tianao sighed inwardly.

The mountain gate of the Azure Profound Sect, although its atmosphere was clear and elegant and could be considered a first-rate blessed land...

But compared to the display an ultimate lineage should have—one that could casually suppress the Dark Turmoil and possess unfathomable foundations—it was far too low-key, one could even say ordinary.

However, it was precisely this return to simplicity and ordinariness that made him feel a deep, bottomless awe.

True transcendence is perhaps like this.

Xuan Yangzi sat on the other side, looking at Gu Changge's figure as he peacefully sipped tea, his face filled with the relief of a heavy burden being lifted.

As long as Changge is here, this Zizhu Peak is the stabilizing force of the Azure Profound Sect. No matter how the outside world is turned upside down, this place remains peaceful.

While they were chatting, the sound of breaking air came from the horizon, and several streaks of light cut through the clouds, landing steadily in front of the Peak.

It was Xiao Ruobai, Ling Xi, Fang Hanyu, Wang Xiaopang, Mo Yu, and Old Huang.

They still carried the smoke of the Southern Region battlefield, yet they could not hide the steady, sharp edge gained after their tempering.

Mo Yu, in particular, was surrounded by a faint Immortal Ancient Rhyme, his crimson-gold eyes deep and calm.

Compared to before, his temperament was completely different, as if he had undergone a transformative metamorphosis.

"This Disciple pays respects to Revered Master!"

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

They all bowed in unison, their postures respectful.

Gu Changge set down his teacup, his calm gaze sweeping over his Disciples.

On Mo Yu, that gaze paused for an almost imperceptible moment.

In that instant, it felt as if time and space had frozen.

He didn't linger, but with just that one look, he had already seen through the changes in Mo Yu.

It wasn't just his Breakthrough to the Saint King Realm, but also the leap in his Bloodline's Origin.

The Immortal Ancient Rhyme surrounding him was clearly a sign of the Awakening of the Immortal Realm Qilin Bloodline.

His fingertips paused imperceptibly, then returned to normal as he nodded slightly:

"Mhm, you're back. Each of you has made progress on this trip. Not bad."

Gu Changge's voice remained flat, yet it carried a trace of expectation that was harder to detect than usual.

When his gaze swept over Mo Yu again, a strand of gentle Dao Rhyme seemed to flow quietly, silently soothing the restlessness hidden within Mo Yu due to bearing the Legacy.

Mo Yu's heart trembled slightly. Meeting Gu Changge's gaze, he actually felt as if he were completely transparent, with nowhere to hide.

It was as if the world-shaking secrets he had obtained in the ancestral land were laid bare before His Excellency.

That hidden weight and pressure quietly dissipated quite a bit under this gentle yet majestic gaze.