82: Chapter 82 The Little Maid: Saintess Tianxuan Arrives! Senior and Junior Siblings Meet!

Above the wilderness, two figures, one in front and one behind, streaked across the sky like shooting stars.

A few breaths later.

Ye Xuan's figure flashed, appearing out of thin air on the path the Old Lunatic was bound to take, forcefully blocking his way.

"Ah... don't come over... don't..."

Being blocked, the Old Lunatic's emotions became unstable again, and he looked as if he was about to go mad.

Ye Xuan did not make a move; instead, he watched him quietly and spoke slowly.

"Senior."

"I think you must really want to see someone."

Hearing this, the Old Lunatic froze for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in his cloudy eyes, but it was quickly covered by madness again.

"Dead people... all dead... can't see them..."

"You can see her."

Ye Xuan's voice became low and solemn.

He formed hand seals, and a mysterious, unpredictable fluctuation of space emanated from his palms.

This was the Summoning Technique he was performing.

"Saintess Tianxuan, come forth."

Ye Xuan gave a soft shout and tapped toward the Void Realm.

Buzz!

A rift suddenly cracked open in the Void Realm ahead.

A vicissitudinous, ancient Aura surged out from the rift.

Within that rift, a hazy figure slowly emerged.

It was a woman.

She wore the ancient attire of the Tianxuan Holy Land, her white clothes whiter than snow, her face peerlessly beautiful.

Though her eyes held a hint of vacancy, her temperament was completely out of place with this world.

Saintess Tianxuan.

The peerless beauty who had fought side by side with the Old Lunatic six thousand years ago, only to eventually become a Desolate Slave in the Ancient Forbidden Land.

"Young Master, why have you summoned me? Where is this?"

The woman murmured softly, her voice ethereal like a dream.

Then, her gaze fell upon the ragged, crazed old man in front of her.

At that moment, it was as if time had flowed backward six thousand years.

The vacancy in the woman's eyes dissipated, replaced by endless sorrow.

"Senior Brother..."

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice trembling.

"Long... time no see."

This simple call was like a bolt of thunder, striking hard against the Old Lunatic's heart.

The Old Lunatic's entire being froze.

He stared blankly at the figure before him, the one he had yearned for day and night, the one who had appeared in his dreams countless times.

That face—even though six thousand years had passed, even though the world had changed—he would never forget it.

That was his Junior Sister.

The exceptionally talented, peerlessly graceful Saintess Tianxuan.

"Jun... Junior Sister?"

The Old Lunatic reached out a withered, skeletal hand, tremblingly wanting to touch that figure, yet afraid it was only a phantom dream that would shatter at any moment.

The madness, confusion, and fear in his eyes vanished at this moment.

All that remained was endless clarity, along with the regret and longing accumulated over six thousand years.

Two lines of muddy tears slid silently down his wrinkled cheeks.

"Is it you... is it really you..."

The Old Lunatic sobbed uncontrollably, like a helpless child.

"It is me."

Saintess Tianxuan's figure leaned forward slightly; though she could not be touched, her gaze gently soothed the scars in the Old Lunatic's heart.

"Senior Brother, you have grown old."

At this moment, the wilderness was silent.

Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Yan Ruyu, and the others who had arrived from a distance watched this scene quietly, all deeply moved.

Even Ji Ziyue, who loved making noise the most, covered her mouth at this moment, her eyes turning slightly red.

A reunion spanning six thousand years.

Even if it was only for a brief moment, it was enough to move heaven and earth.

Above the wilderness, the wind wailed as if providing accompaniment to this six-thousand-year reunion.

Although Saintess Tianxuan's figure was somewhat hazy, the light in those beautiful eyes was real.

She looked quietly at the old man before her, who was crying like a child, and said softly:

"Senior Brother, do not be sad. The events of that year have long passed. Though I am now trapped in the Ancient Forbidden Land as a Desolate Slave, my Divine Sense has not been extinguished."

Saying this, she turned to look at Ye Xuan, who stood nearby with his hands behind his back, her eyes revealing a hint of gratitude and awe.

"I am now the Young Master's maidservant. As long as the Young Master is here, I am not truly dead."

Hearing this, the Old Lunatic's cloudy tears flowed once more.

He stared blankly at Ye Xuan; the young man who had originally seemed merely somewhat mysterious in his eyes now appeared unfathomable.

To be able to fish someone out of the Ancient Forbidden Land? To even allow a Desolate Slave to remain conscious and take her as a maidservant?

Such methods—even if the Holy Lord Tianxuan of that year were resurrected, he absolutely could not have done it!

"It's good that you're alive. It's good that you're alive..."

The Old Lunatic wiped away his tears, his crazed expression gradually calming, replaced by a sense of relief after having experienced so many vicissitudes.

As long as his Junior Sister still existed in the world, even in this manner, the knot in his heart could be considered mostly untied.

Seeing that the atmosphere was sufficiently built up, Ye Xuan took a step forward and said with a smile:

"Senior, in truth, you are not the only one from the Tianxuan Holy Land who survived."

"In the Gambling Den of the Northern Region's Holy City, there is also an old man named Wei Yi who guards that establishment day after day. I think you should remember him."

"Wei Yi..."

The Old Lunatic's body jolted, and an amazing light erupted from his eyes.

"Junior Brother Wei Yi... he is also still alive?!"

"Indeed. Furthermore, Senior Wei Yi is in very good condition now, and his cultivation is even more unfathomable."

Ye Xuan nodded, then flipped his palm.

Within his palm, a bright red fruit appeared out of thin air.

This fruit was only the size of a fist, yet it emitted a rich, intoxicating fragrance, with wisps of Great Dao Laws flowing across its surface.

The holy fruit of the Ancient Forbidden Land!

"Senior, your sanity has been damaged for many years; although your blood and Qi are vigorous, they are somewhat disordered. This holy fruit was brought out from the Forbidden Ground by me; it can just help you repair your Primordial Spirit and return to your Peak."

Saying so, Ye Xuan handed the holy fruit over.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo in the distance could not help but swallow their saliva.

That was a holy fruit; they had undergone a complete transformation precisely because they ate this thing back then.

However, to everyone's surprise.

The Old Lunatic looked at the holy fruit, remained silent for a moment, and then actually shook his head slowly.

He reached out his withered yet powerful hand and gently pushed Ye Xuan's palm back.

"No need."

The Old Lunatic straightened his spine, and the crazed Aura about him completely vanished.

In its place was a powerhouse's Aura, as stable as a mountain and as vast as the ocean.

"For six thousand years, I went mad because of regret and became crazed because of obsession."

"Now that I know my Junior Brother is still here and my Junior Sister has a place to belong, the shackles in my heart have shattered."

The Old Lunatic raised his head, his gaze bright as if two divine lamps were illuminating the sky.

"Of the former Three Heroes of Tianxuan, since I have not died, I should strive for self-improvement."

"A mere Heart Demon—why would I need external objects? I can slash through it myself!"

As his voice fell, the blood and Qi within his body roared like a rushing river.

His withered white hair actually began to turn black, and the wrinkles on his face were smoothing out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He was undergoing a self-Nirvana and transformation!

Watching this scene, a hint of admiration flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes.

As expected of the Old Lunatic of Tianxuan.

This spirit and confidence were indeed admirable. Since the other party had such heroic spirit, he naturally would not force it.

Ye Xuan put away the holy fruit, the smile on his lips growing deeper.

"Since that is the case, then this Junior congratulates Senior on your Nirvana Rebirth."

"However... this Junior has a request."

Ye Xuan shifted the topic and pointed to Ye Fan and Pang Bo not far behind him.

The Old Lunatic was taken aback, then looked at Ye Xuan with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"These two kids—one is an Ancient Desolate Saint Body, and the other possesses the Demon God Bloodline."

Ye Xuan said indifferently.

"Their talent is acceptable; they just lack a famous master to train them. Senior's footwork is unrivaled, and your Physical Body has even attained sainthood. Why not trouble Senior to point them out a bit during this time?"

The Old Lunatic followed Ye Xuan's finger and looked over.

When his gaze fell upon Ye Fan, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Ancient Desolate Saint Body..."

The Old Lunatic was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"Very well, I can teach them."

Hearing the Old Lunatic agree, although Ye Fan and Pang Bo felt their hair stand on end from that gaze, they also knew this was a massive Opportunity and hurried forward to bow respectfully.

"Greetings, Senior!"