609: Chapter 605 The Grace of Rebirth

The Small World inside this person named Murong Gu was crude, weak, and incomplete. Its scale and level were not even as good as the doormen of his family, but its essence shared the same source, and the Great Dao was interconnected!

Xuanyuan Yao's consciousness began to boil.

He knew all too well what this meant.

With his Divine Soul suppressed, his power sealed, and his Physical Body weak, if he wanted to Cultivate anew in this world and return to the Peak of the Super Star Cluster Level, he had to figure out—

Just how the Cultivators of this world opened, nurtured, and nourished an independent Small World within their Physical Body!

As long as he understood this path, he could use the supreme Great Dao of the Lingxu Universe as his Foundation, directly skipping all the tedious and low-level Cultivation steps of this world, and reshape his power, restore his cultivation, and even surpass the limits of this world at the fastest speed!

Murong Gu did not know that his casual rescue had actually saved a supreme Crown Prince from a higher Universe.

He gently picked up the swaddle, cradling it in his arms. His gaze fell upon Xuanyuan Yao's wrinkled little face, which exuded an extraordinary arrogance, and his eyes were complex.

"You, child... what exactly is your origin?"

He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.

He was certain that this child was no ordinary being.

If he were left in this ice and snow today, he would surely die;

If he fell into the hands of the Xuanyuan Family, he would be strangled in his cradle.

It would be a real pity if such natural talent were to perish prematurely.

Murong Gu had a plan in mind.

He lived for only two things: one was to seek revenge and destroy the Zhao Family, Lin Family, and Sun Family;

The second was to resurrect Young Master Xuan!!

However, now he had a third: he couldn't stop worrying about the Falling Snow Pavilion and Murong Xue.

Although Murong Xue was Young Master Xuan's aunt and he shouldn't have any improper thoughts, her peerless face had been constantly appearing in his mind these past few days.

Originally, with Murong Gu's current cultivation at the Peak Spirit Transformation, destroying the Zhao Family, Lin Family, and Sun Family would be easy.

But recent rumors said that Zhao Hao—the culprit who once hunted him and Young Master Xuan and caused the Young Master's death—had actually obtained an Ancient Secret Treasure, the Myriad Tribulations Indestructible Divine Armor. Even a hundred experts in the Tribulation Crossing Realm joining forces could not break his defense.

Furthermore, Zhao Hao had become the Last Disciple of Jiang Qingyun, the Sect Head of the Azure Cloud Sect, the strongest School on the Eternal Continent. It would be even harder for Murong Gu to kill Zhao Hao.

Murong Gu was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of failing Young Master Xuan's expectations, being unable to avenge the Murong Family, and being unable to resurrect Murong Xuan.

Murong Gu looked at the infant in his arms and suddenly calmed down.

There was no rush for revenge right now; it would be better to take this infant back to the Falling Snow Pavilion.

First, he could train a powerful expert for the Falling Snow Pavilion. Once the boy grew up, he would surely become a pillar of protection for the pavilion and a truly top-tier expert. At that time, even if Murong Gu was no longer around, the Falling Snow Pavilion would be safe.

Then he could fight without any lingering concerns, paying back blood with blood and revenge with revenge.

Second, he could also properly Cultivate the Blood Realm secret methods and strive to Breakthrough the Peak Spirit Transformation to reach the Undergoing Tribulation stage.

As long as he reached the Undergoing Tribulation Realm, combined with the Blood Realm, he believed he would have the confidence to win even if Jiang Qingyun took action.

His mind was made up.

He held Xuanyuan Yao tightly in his arms, grabbed the injured Qin Feng, and with a flash of his figure, he took them both and transformed into a faint blood shadow, disappearing into the vast wind and snow.

The Falling Snow Pavilion.

Located at the edge of the extreme north, where the mountains were high and the snow was deep, it was a sparsely populated and peaceful place that stayed away from worldly affairs.

There weren't many Disciples in the pavilion, but each one had a pure Heart-Nature.

The Pavilion Master, Murong Xue, was a woman with a cold temperament and exquisite beauty. Dressed in white as pure as snow, her nature was gentle yet resilient.

For the past few days, she had been restless, her brow filled with worry and longing, barely sleeping at night.

Murong Gu had been gone for too long.

She knew all too well what kind of danger Murong Gu was facing on this trip.

She was afraid.

Afraid that the person she cared about would never return.

Just as she was feeling uneasy and staring blankly at the falling snow, a familiar figure suddenly appeared before the mountain gate of the Falling Snow Pavilion.

The woman in white's body jolted.

In the next moment, she almost sprinted over.

"A Gu!"

A soft call, filled with endless worry, longing, grievance, and tears of joy.

Murong Gu stood in the wind and snow, looking at the woman running toward him. His face, which was usually as cold as stone, showed a hint of softness for the first time.

"I'm back."

Four simple words, yet they instantly made Murong Xue's eyes turn red, and tears couldn't stop falling.

She looked Murong Gu up and down, confirming he hadn't suffered any fatal injuries. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, and her gaze then fell upon the small swaddle in his arms, making her pause slightly.

"This is..."

Murong Gu did not hide anything and slowly recounted everything that had happened on the way.

From the Xuanyuan Family's massacre of the branch lineage, to Xuanyuan Yao being forced to flee, the guard Qin Feng risking his life to protect his master, Xuanyuan Jiu's relentless pursuit, and finally his own intervention to kill Xuanyuan Jiu—he explained it all.

As a woman herself, she could empathize with the mother Li Zhen's despair and reluctance.

After hearing the whole story, Murong Xue nodded without any hesitation.

"We will take this child into the Falling Snow Pavilion."

"From now on, he will be my, Murong Xue's, Personal Disciple. I will raise him with my own hands, teach him cultivation myself, and protect him as if he were my own."

She reached out and carefully took Xuanyuan Yao from Murong Gu's arms.

The little fellow seemed to feel the gentle and pure aura from her. His originally tense little face actually relaxed a bit, and his small mouth pursed slightly, looking adorable.

Murong Xue's heart melted instantly.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng, who had already been carried in by the pavilion's Disciples to have his wounds treated, also slowly woke up at this time.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he did was struggle frantically, screaming hoarsely, "Little Master! My Little Master!!"

He remembered the scene where his arms were cut off and Xuanyuan Yao was about to be snatched away. Intense pain and fear swept over him simultaneously, nearly causing him to break down again.

"Don't move."

Murong Gu's voice sounded calmly.

Qin Feng turned his head stiffly and saw Xuanyuan Yao safe and sound in Murong Xue's arms nearby. He froze instantly, and tears gushed out.

"Little Master... is fine... that's great..."

He was so excited that his whole body trembled, but as soon as he moved, a heart-wrenching pain came from where his arms had been severed, and his face turned deathly pale.

Murong Gu walked over to him, his gaze falling indifferently.

"Your loyalty in protecting your master is commendable."

As his voice fell, he raised one hand, and a strange and mysterious crimson glow flickered at his fingertips.

That was his unique power—the Blood Realm secret methods.

The blood-red energy, like a gentle stream of water, softly enveloped the severed ends of Qin Feng's arms.

In an instant, flesh was Rebirth, bones were regenerated, Meridians were recast, and skin and flesh were renewed.

In just a few breaths.

Qin Feng's hands, which had been severed at the wrists, were actually perfectly restored and had grown back!

The skin was smooth, the bones were sound, and they were even more refined and stronger than before, faintly containing a trace of power far exceeding what he had before.

Qin Feng stared blankly at his restored hands, feeling as if he were in a dream.

In the next moment, he struggled to get up and fell to his knees with a "thud," kowtowing heavily to Murong Gu. His forehead hit the ground, and blood seeped out, but he was completely oblivious to it.

"Thank you, Senior, for the grace of reconstruction! Qin Feng is willing to be a slave for life, to serve the Little Master, protect the Falling Snow Pavilion, and be at Senior's beck and call, even if it means ten thousand deaths!!"