108: My Godly Father (Thirty-Nine)

Quan Yun was instantly sucked into the magnificent giant tower.

The great terror he had anticipated did not descend.

He only felt his vision blur as his body passed through a layer of cold water curtain.

The next moment, all suction disappeared, and he fell heavily onto the ground.

A vitality so rich it couldn't be dissolved, mixed with an ancient, vast aura, rushed toward him.

Quan Yun struggled to raise his head and surveyed his surroundings.

This was not the gloomy interior of the tower he had imagined, but an independent world brimming with life.

There were no sun, moon, or stars in the sky, but a massive sphere of soft light hung there, illuminating the entire world as brightly as day.

Compared to the dead and desolate land outside the tower, this place was simply a legendary Immortal Cave.

Quan Yun looked down at his body.

The deep, bone-visible wounds scratched out by the Specters were rapidly healing.

His Dantian, which had been depleted, slowly began to re-gather Spiritual Power.

His Meridians, severely damaged from overexertion, were being repaired little by little under the nourishment of this pure vitality, even becoming tougher than before.

What surprised him the most was his Divine Soul.

Here, his Divine Soul power was unprecedentedly active; with every breath, he could feel his Divine Soul growing stronger.

"This place..."

Quan Yun was shocked.

Buzz.

The Mysterious Small Tower floating in front of him let out a soft chime, seemingly urging him forward.

It stopped forcibly pulling him, instead turning into a streak of light and flying unhurriedly toward the depths of this world.

Quan Yun did not hesitate and immediately got up to follow.

He knew that this Giant Tower, this space, and all its secrets were related to the small tower in his Sea of Consciousness.

Following the small tower's guidance, he journeyed deep inside.

Along the way, he saw some even more incredible sights.

There were ruins of fragmented palaces, where giant pillars were carved with ancient divine script he could not decipher.

There were fragments of weapons scattered on the ground; even a mere corner still emitted a terrifying sharpness.

He even saw some blurry light and shadows, like segments of time imprints frozen in place, re-enacting the mythology of an ancient era.

But the small tower was not interested in these things; its goal was clear: the very center of this world.

Quan Yun grew increasingly curious about what object could make the small tower so persistent.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached his destination.

It was a vast, boundless plain.

In the center of the plain, a sword was plunged into the ground.

A Heaven-Piercing Giant Sword, too massive to describe in words.

Its hilt was submerged within the massive sphere of light hanging in the sky.

The blade itself pierced through the entire earth, its depth unknown.

Just the portion exposed above the surface was comparable to a majestic mountain range, emitting terrifying Sword Intent capable of severing star rivers and destroying eternity.

Quan Yun merely watched from afar, yet he felt his Divine Soul was about to be torn apart by the invisible Sword Intent.

His Earth Spirit Realm Ninth Level Cultivation was as insignificant as dust before this giant sword.

This was the ultimate purpose of the small tower bringing him here.

A Mysterious Small Tower inside his body, engraved with a Cultivation Technique he couldn't comprehend.

A Bronze Giant Tower inside a Secret Realm, concealing a shocking giant sword.

At this moment, Quan Yun completely understood.

These two towers, this Cultivation Technique and this sword, were originally one entity!

They were two parts of a certain Legacy... Meanwhile, outside the Meteorite Plain Mystic Realm.

A month quietly passed.

The massive starlight portal had long disappeared, and all surviving Prodigies had also left.

The elders of the various major powers departed one after another, taking their respective Disciples with them.

Only one figure remained motionless, standing silently beneath the vast starry sky.

It was Quan Batian.

He had waited here for a full month.

He still stood with his hands behind his back, his figure tall and straight, but the domineering aura of looking down upon the world was completely gone.

He had become exceptionally quiet.

The Cripple Li Fentian stood not far from him, looking at his increasingly desolate figure, sighing in his heart, yet not knowing how to comfort him.

The Forbidden Land means death and no return.

This was an iron rule that had been circulated in the Eastern Region for countless years.

Quan Yun... truly wouldn't be coming back.

Finally, when the first ray of morning light pierced the horizon, Quan Batian moved.

He slowly turned around, his once arrogant face now etched with exhaustion.

He said nothing, merely glanced silently in the direction where the Secret Realm had vanished, then took a step, and his figure disappeared into the Void Realm.

The Cripple knew he had returned to the Cangxuan Blessed Land.

But he also knew that God-King Quan, who was once famous throughout the Eastern Region for his dominance, had died inside.

Since then, there was no more news of God-King Quan in the Eastern Region.

Some said that due to the pain of losing his son, his state of mind shattered, and his Cultivation regressed.

Others said he never recovered, spending his days drinking and becoming utterly decadent... Inside the Bronze Tower.

Quan Yun was also trying.

He spent an entire month trying to approach the Heaven-Piercing Giant Sword.

But he failed.

No matter what method he used, he could not step within ten thousand zhang of the giant sword.

That invisible Sword Intent Domain was a natural chasm he could not cross.

He also tried to find a way to leave this Bronze Tower, but the result was equally futile.

The entire space was sealed by a power of Law that he could not understand; he simply couldn't get out.

What made him even more speechless was that the small tower from his Sea of Consciousness, after guiding him here, flew above the giant sword.

The two items, one small and one large, stood in confrontation, emitting faint light and entering an extremely subtle state, ignoring Quan Yun's calls entirely.

"Great, I've been put in solitary confinement."

Quan Yun sat down on the ground, completely giving up the struggle.

He couldn't leave, he couldn't obtain the Legacy, and the small tower had "betrayed" him.

Now, his prayers went unanswered by heaven and earth alike.

However, he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it.

The Spiritual Qi here was abundant, the vitality overflowing, and there were no enemies to disturb him; it was simply a superb Holy Land for Cultivation.

If he couldn't leave, he would Cultivate.

Once his strength was sufficient, there would always be a way out.

Or, perhaps when the small tower and the giant sword decided their winner, that would be his time to escape.

Having understood this, Quan Yun was no longer anxious.

He sat cross-legged and began to focus on Cultivation.

He was astonished to find that the speed of his Cultivation here far exceeded his imagination.

The growth of his Spiritual Power and the strengthening of his Divine Soul were both astonishingly fast.

He vaguely felt that the flow of time inside the tower was different from the outside world.

One day passing here might be equivalent to two days outside.

Spring passed and autumn came; flowers bloomed and withered.

For Quan Yun inside the tower, time had lost its meaning.

He was completely immersed in Cultivation, forgetting everything.

Meanwhile, in the world outside the tower, time flew by.

Thirty years of time were but a flick of the finger in the long life of a Cultivator.

After thirty years of silence, the Meteorite Plain Mystic Realm—specifically the portal connecting to the Primordial Starry Sky—once again showed signs of appearing.

A new round of Secret Realm opening was imminent.

The major Dao Orthodoxies of the Eastern Region, and the new generation of Prodigies, were already eager to show off their skills and seize their own Opportunities in this grand trial.

As for the Prodigies who stood out from that bloody trial thirty years ago, they now presented a completely different scene.

Some of those former Prodigies had now achieved a Breakthrough, reached the Guiyi Realm Great Power status, and become influential foundation figures within their Sects.

The era belonging to Quan Yun had long been forgotten by people.

It was at this moment.

Deep inside the Bronze Tower, in the core area that had been silent for an unknown number of years.

The Mysterious Small Tower, which had confronted the Heaven-Piercing Giant Sword for a full thirty years, suddenly burst forth with an unprecedented dazzling blue light.