735: Chapter 737 This feeling is so familiar

In the Cangyun World, the void before Gu Changge's eyes was like a water mirror, reflecting the fierce battle that had already concluded on the Ancient Plain of Fallen Stars, as well as the figure of Li Xuanfeng scratching his head and asking for directions before finally looking at the sky in a daze.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile brushed across his lips.

"Sword heart is clear, the edge has been revealed. Not bad."

His gaze shifted slightly, and the images in the water mirror flowed accordingly, reflecting different scenes from across the Immortal Realm:

In an ancient battlefield where flames incinerated the heavens, Shen Jinghong was locked in a fierce struggle with a blurry fire phantom.

Atop a sword peak that pierced the heavens, Mu Chenyu sat cross-legged, the Sword Qi around him resonating faintly with the eternal Sword Intent within the peak.

At the edge of a deep abyss, Shi Jingxian was confronting a group of people, while a snow lotus emitting a mysterious aura bloomed nearby.

In a range of desolate, broken mountains, Wang Zhan held a long spear, fighting a bloody battle while being besieged by seven or eight Heavenly Immortals!

His body was stained with blood, but his Battle Intent grew increasingly violent. As his spear swept across, flesh and blood splattered; he was fighting many alone, becoming braver with every strike and showing no fear of death!

In an ancient dojo surrounded by immortal light, Ji Qingyi's immortal robes fluttered as her Taiyin Power rippled out, knocking the Immortal Artifacts from the hands of the opposing prodigies and sending them flying.

The crowd fell silent at first, then erupted into thunderous cheers. Countless gazes instantly focused on her—amazement, shock, and even burning admiration nearly submerged her...

The light and shadows in the water mirror shifted, reflecting the most outstanding Disciples of this generation from the Xuanhuang World, who were scattered across the Immortal Realm according to his subtle guidance.

They were experiencing their own opportunities and hardships, like stones thrown into a calm lake, destined to create their own ripples.

Gu Changge withdrew his gaze, and the water mirror quietly dissipated.

He turned to look at Xuan Yangzi, who was still immersed in the excitement of him being in the Heavenly Emperor Realm.

Gu Changge said no more, simply pointing a finger as a golden yellow center plum, naturally imbued with Dao rhyme, slowly materialized before Xuan Yangzi.

At the same time, a strand of hongmeng purple qi, thin as a hair yet seemingly containing the Origin Dao laws from the beginning of creation, silently entered Xuan Yangzi's ancestral aperture between his brows.

Xuan Yangzi's body shook violently as a gentle yet vast Dao rhyme instantly swept through his limbs and bones. Many difficulties in his past cultivation were suddenly resolved, and his long-stagnant cultivation Bottleneck loosened drastically!

He looked at Gu Changge in shock, only to see the other man give him a slight nod. His gaze remained as calm as ever, yet it seemed to carry a deeper sense of trust.

"Junior Brother..."

Xuan Yangzi's throat bobbed. Looking at the yellow center plum radiating the aura of creation and feeling the strand of hongmeng purple qi deep within his brow that made his Divine Soul tremble, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Surprise, shock, trepidation, warmth... various emotions intertwined, leaving this usually steady Sect Master of the Azure Profound Sect somewhat at a loss.

Gu Changge spoke indifferently, his tone peaceful yet every word as heavy as the Heavenly Dao:

"Senior Brother has presided over the Azure Profound Sect for many years, rendering great service by maintaining the Sect's order and protecting the growth of the Disciples."

"Between us brothers, there is no need for formalities."

As his voice fell, he flicked his sleeve, and the yellow center plum and the strand of hongmeng purple qi erupted together!

Xuan Yangzi closed his eyes to concentrate, and the aura around him became increasingly distant and profound.

With his Bottleneck loosened and his Dao Heart clear, he had entered a rare state of deep enlightenment.

Gu Changge looked at him and nodded slightly, without further words or disturbing him.

He turned and took a step forward, his figure merging into the sea of clouds in the Cangyun World.

...

A long wind whipped up the sand, and the silhouette of an ancient city spanned the horizon at the end of the world.

The dilapidated city walls were covered with mottled cracks from time, and countless ancient battle scars were buried deep in the crevices of the stones, all marks left behind by great battles of the ancient era.

This was Tianyuan City.

Here, immortal ships streaked across the sky, exotic beasts pulled carriages, and Cultivators of ten thousand races crowded together.

The auras of Immortal Lords and Immortal Kings could be felt everywhere, the pressure of Immortal Sovereigns rose and fell from time to time, and strongholds of countless major forces stood tall as prodigies from all sides lurked, scouted, and clashed.

This was the eye of the storm for information, a colosseum for opportunities, and the first stage for the younger generation to reach the summit.

In just a few days, Xiao Ruobai and the other four had already familiarized themselves with the environment in the city.

Su Hanzhou had already left ahead of them to secretly investigate movements outside the territory due to the Order of Nirvana.

Xiao Ruobai and the others moved about low-key, observing coldly and taking in the foundations, customs, and power distributions of the Immortal Realm's prodigies one by one.

The more they saw, the more they realized that this Tianyuan City, while seemingly prosperous, was actually filled with danger at every step.

No one who could stand here was a simple character.

Linxian Tower.

This tower was located in the heart of the city. From its railings, one could look down upon half the city's prosperity. Cultivators came and went, immortal music lingered, and the fragrance of delicacies wafted through the air, making it the place with the best information.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Wang Xiaopang, Mo Yu, and Dong Li sat by the window, the clear tea on the table turning slightly cool.

The group sat in silence, merely listening to the conversations of the various Cultivators in the tower.

"I heard there have been frequent disturbances in the Mystic Nether Sea to the east. It's suspected that an ancient water palace is about to open. Several great Sects have already sent people there..."

"According to rumors, the Saint of the Wandao Pavilion has been in close contact with the Heavenly Demon Saintess lately; they must be plotting something big..."

"Everyone, stay low. The atmosphere hasn't been right lately. The Myriad Immortals Sect is secretly incorporating forces. I'm afraid it won't be long before some major power suffers a great misfortune..."

All kinds of news poured into their ears like falling snow.

Xiao Ruobai and the others silently exchanged glances, becoming increasingly aware that the vastness and complexity of the Immortal Realm were far beyond what the Xuanhuang World could compare to.

Just at that moment—

Boom!!!

Above Tianyuan City, several top-tier urgent transmission immortal lights that spanned the four directions exploded simultaneously!

Shocking news rolled through the entire city like thunder:

"A shocking change at the Ancient Plain of Fallen Stars! A mysterious green-robed swordsman descended from the sky and defeated two great prodigies, Saint Son Xing Wuji of the Purple Micro Star Sect and Demon Son Xue Lu of the Ancient Demon Race, in a head-on clash!"

"That swordsman didn't follow any path; he actually fell out of thin air, smashing directly into the center of the decisive battle!"

"The two prodigies joined forces, yet they were crushed by a single sword strike and suffered heavy defeats!"

"The swordsman's identity is unknown, and his Origin is a mystery. After winning, he only asked for the name of the place before directly tearing through space and leaving!"

As the news broke, the entire Linxian Tower and the entire street instantly exploded with noise!

"What?! Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu were both defeated?!"

"Those two are the ceilings of the Immortal Realm's younger generation! They attained the Immortal King realm before reaching ten thousand years of age, yet they were swept aside by a single sword strike while working together?!"

"A green-robed swordsman fell from the sky?! I've never heard of such a person!"

"With such combat power, if he doesn't fall prematurely, he will surely become a titan of his own!"

The tavern was in a complete frenzy. Shock, excitement, awe, and suspicion intertwined into a wild tide, the noise nearly lifting the roof.

No one expected that a fierce person would suddenly emerge from nowhere in the long-dormant younger generation of the Immortal Realm.

Amidst the clamor, Wang Xiaopang, who had been buried in his food, suddenly paused.

Dong Li, who was perched on his shoulder nibbling on a spirit fruit, also stopped eating.

The person and the fox looked up blankly and glanced at each other.

The next moment, Dong Li's furry ears drooped, and it scratched its head with a small paw, its crimson eyes filled with a bizarre sense of familiarity.

It muttered softly, the sound not loud, yet it drifted accurately into the ears of the others beside it:

"Why does this feeling seem so familiar... Back then, I think I was smashed by you guys just like that."

Hearing this, the corners of Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, and Mo Yu's eyes all twitched imperceptibly.

A mysterious green-robed swordsman? This unique style of appearance?

It couldn't be that Master threw Senior Brother Li and the others into the Immortal Realm as well, could it?