645: Chapter 645 Xuanyuan Star River

On the other side.

Inside the third-floor pavilion of the spirit boat belonging to the Heavenly Palace.

Liu Xuerong sat upright in the center.

She was the only one in the pavilion; Liu Tianxing and Elder Qi stood guard outside, while the guards on the deck wore heavy expressions, none daring to make a sound.

The door was closed.

The curtains were drawn.

Floating before Liu Xuerong were a dozen or so Heaven And Earth Treasure—

Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Grass, its entire body crystalline white, with leaf veins resembling blood vessels, and faint golden sap flowing within; every single leaf was worth an entire star.

Creation Green Lotus, only three segments long, with a cyan flame burning at its heart, never extinguishing; it was the essence of life nurtured within the lotus for ten thousand years.

Primordial Spirit Marrow, stored in a transparent jade bottle, only three drops in total; each drop was a concentrated Origin of life, exuding a vast aura of life.

There were also Star Essence, Heavenly Mandate Spirit Crystal, Chaos Lotus Stamen...

Any one of these, if brought out, would be enough to make a Mahayana Cultivator fight to the death to obtain it.

Every single item was something completely unseen on the Immortal Domain market.

Liu Xuerong closed her eyes.

Those Heaven And Earth Treasure slowly rotated before her, strands of pure Origin energy peeling away from them, wrapping around her waist like silk threads.

The incision had closed.

But that line remained.

It was not a line visible to the naked eye, but a crack in the "Dao".

The merging of the two halves of her body just now was merely a surface healing—like two pieces of broken jade pressed together; it looked complete, but would break apart again with the slightest touch.

True healing required restructuring the Dao body.

It required weaving the Origin energy of these Heaven And Earth Treasure into that crack bit by bit, like mending a piece of broken porcelain, like repairing a cracked mirror.

Otherwise, the Origin of her Dao body would leak out from that crack bit by bit.

Her cultivation base would drop.

Her Realm would fall.

The threshold of the Mahayana Middle Stage would become a mountain she could never cross again.

She focused on circulating her secret technique, and those thread-like rays of light merged into her waist, strand by strand.

The spiritual light flickered on and off.

Just then,

The spatial ring on her finger trembled slightly.

A figure shot out from the ring and hovered before her.

It was not a physical entity.

It was an Incarnation of Divine Thought.

The Incarnation's face and figure were unclear, only a blurry outline.

But those eyes were clear—cold, calm, like an abyss.

Liu Xuerong did not open her eyes; her voice was calm: "I asked you to kill him just now, why didn't you act?"

The Incarnation of Divine Thought was silent for a moment, then spoke, its voice hoarse: "That old fellow discovered me. Once I act, he will definitely act as well."

The "old fellow" he referred to was naturally the Dean.

Liu Xuerong's eyelids twitched slightly, but she did not open them: "Is it really impossible to change fate?"

The Incarnation of Divine Thought looked at her: "When you can transcend fate, you can change it."

Liu Xuerong finally opened her eyes.

She looked at the Incarnation of Divine Thought, her gaze calm, but in the depths of her eyes was something even she hadn't noticed—not fear, but weariness.

"What solution do you have?"

The Incarnation of Divine Thought did not answer immediately, remaining silent for a moment before speaking: "Inform Heavenly Mandate of this matter and let him act."

Liu Xuerong frowned slightly: "That fellow has been cautious his whole life and never acts lightly. You want him to offend the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan and Wuji Immortal Sect?"

Ever since that immortal sword appeared, Liu Xuerong had concluded—you could not be separated from these two major powers.

"This time is different." The Incarnation of Divine Thought's voice had no inflection. "The Disciple that old fellow has been pouring all his efforts into cultivating has already reached Soul Transformation in less than a hundred years. Do you think Heavenly Mandate still has a chance to inherit the position of Dean?"

Liu Xuerong did not speak.

She, of course, knew the answer.

"If he cannot become the Dean, the things he wants to do will not be accomplished."

The Incarnation of Divine Thought emphasized the four words "things he wants to do" very lightly, but Liu Xuerong could hear the weight behind them.

She fell silent.

The spirit boat glided silently.

Meteorites occasionally streaked through the starry sky, dragging a flash of light that vanished in an instant.

Liu Xuerong lowered her head, looking at the slowly healing crack at her waist, and spoke indifferently:

"This kid's strength is so formidable. If we continue to let him be, once he steps into Mahayana, who will be able to kill him?"

"With Heavenly Mandate acting, he will not be able to enter Mahayana." The Incarnation of Divine Thought's voice was calm.

Liu Xuerong raised her head, looking at the Incarnation of Divine Thought: "You mean..."

"That's right," the Incarnation of Divine Thought interrupted her, "The Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation of breaking through to Mahayana will be his death date. This matter can only be handled with certainty if Heavenly Mandate acts."

Liu Xuerong was silent for a long time.

She knew clearly that breaking through from Body Integration to Mahayana required experiencing the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation; she understood the dangers within better than anyone, and she also knew what Venerable Tianming could do.

She lowered her head and continued to heal.

Those Heaven And Earth Treasure slowly rotated before her, strands of light wrapping around her waist, flickering on and off like a heartbeat.

"Understood." Her voice was very soft.

The Incarnation of Divine Thought glanced at her, said nothing more, and its figure gradually dissipated, like mist blown away by the wind.

In the blink of an eye, she was the only one left in the pavilion again.

Liu Xuerong sat upright there.

The spiritual light illuminated her face, revealing neither joy nor anger, only that healing crack pulsating on and off.

On the other side,

You and Xuanyuan Ziyan's group traveled through various teleportation arrays, finally appearing on a plaza.

The moment you walked out of the teleportation array, you were drawn by the scene in the sky.

Stars were dotted densely, countless stars gathering into a brilliant silver galaxy, spanning across the overhead sky.

You counted the stars within your field of vision—at least hundreds of millions.

But this was only within your field of vision.

The stars further away were dense, like grains of sand on a beach, impossible to count.

So, the Xuanyuan Immortal Clan's ancestral grounds were not a single star, but a galaxy.

Countless stars gathered into a brilliant silver band of light, lying across the starry sky.

The Xuanyuan clansmen also called it—the Xuanyuan Star River.

When your Divine Sense swept over the star beneath your feet, you were instantly stunned—it was too small, with a circumference of only over eighty thousand li.

You had never seen such a small Star Continent.

No, it wasn't that you hadn't seen one, it was just about the same size as your home planet from your memories of your past life.

You had an illusion, fearing that if you used force under your feet, you would crush this star.

You lifted your foot gently, then set it down gently.

Xuanyuan Ziyan looked at you and laughed: "Don't worry, you won't crush it."

You smiled awkwardly and asked: "Your ancestral grounds are this galaxy? Is every star this small?"

"Mm, none of them are big." She nodded, "But they aren't as fragile as you think; don't worry about crushing one with a single step."