Chapter 253

Mountains and earth flew past rapidly below.

"This is the first time I've seen the scenery outside the Seven Feathers Sect."

In the invisible escape light, Jiang Ding looked at the ground with interest, occasionally passing a cloud, stopping to appreciate it for a moment, bypassing it, and continuing to fly.

Everywhere were mountains and forests, spiritual birds and raptors flew past from time to time, ferocious beasts hunted prey in the mountain streams, and Qi Condensation cultivators walked carefully to pick medicine.

A scene of primitive wilderness and vitality.

It was completely different from the scene of high-rise buildings and highways and railways in the Immortal Sect, which was very novel.

"Many classmates like to travel to minor realms during their holidays; I didn't understand it before, thinking it was taking many unnecessary small risks for no reason."

"Now I'm a bit envious, being able to see different scenery in different realms and feel different human customs."

Jiang Ding sighed.

Concealing his form, avoiding the clouds, and flying for several days at the flight speed of a quasi-Jin Dan, the spiritual energy concentration gradually decreased, and he finally saw familiar scenery.

A majestic mountain range appeared in the distance, lush with forests, undulating, spanning several states.

Dongling Mountain!

Jiang Ding's escape light stopped in an ordinary mountain forest, his eyes dazed.

More than ten years ago,

The scene of a sixteen-year-old high school student falling from the sky with anxiety, rolling into a ball, was still vivid in his mind; he had also broken many branches and dug many small pits here.

Time flies.

Now, all traces have disappeared.

"When I go back, I'll get something to disrupt causality and confuse the heavenly secrets; it's fine if it's expensive."

Jiang Ding said lightly and left this place.

Destruction is easier than restoration, and much easier.

After such a cleanup, after a few hundred years of wind and rain, even if a Soul Transformation cultivator comes to cast heavenly secret spells, it is impossible to restore and trace back what happened on a certain day hundreds of years ago.

The invisible escape light flew past.

The dilapidated temple where he first met Han Lin and Gong Caiyu had disappeared, covered by wild grass and weeds, without even a brick or tile.

Except for the old people in their forties or fifties, no one remembers that a temple once existed here, with incense curling.

In a few more decades, its appearance will only exist in the memories of a few people.

Then, its last trace will completely disappear from this world.

"Time flows like this..."

The escape light stopped above the Dongling Prefecture City, in a corner of Lanban Street.

The old grocery store had been demolished by Chen Chen, a general under Marquis Zhendong Tang Wang, with his men.

A new residence was built on the spot, magnificent, with awe-inspiring stone lions at the door, and several Internal Qi-stage martial artists standing at the door, not daring to be the slightest bit slack.

The style was comparable to that of princes and nobles.

Huang Mansion.

These were the words on the plaque at the main gate.

"It's him?"

Jiang Ding was surprised.

In the main residence, sandalwood was curling, the head of the family was taking a nap, and the most favored concubine, Yao, was serving outside the door with maids and servants, waiting for a possible summons.

"Your father is amazing; many years ago, he met an immortal and was taught divine arts, thus earning our Huang family such a large family business..."

Concubine Yao whispered to the son in her arms, beaming with pride.

"Mother, what do immortals look like?"

The two- or three-year-old boy opened his eyes wide.

"Mother knows this; your father said that the immortal stood on the clouds, wore a green immortal robe, and was extremely handsome, but mortals cannot see them without opportunity, and your father only saw them because he had the opportunity..."

On the soft bed,

A short, fat middle-aged man slept soundly for a long time, and somehow woke up.

His temples were bulging high, and he was actually at the Internal Qi perfection cultivation base, which was enough to be called a top expert in the Dongling Prefecture area.

"I didn't expect me, Huang Deyou, to have today."

Huang Deyou looked around, his eyes dazed, as if in a dream, and it took a long time to wake up, then sighed: "Unfortunately, those immortals refused to take me into the immortal mountain, saying that the fate was exhausted; of course, if I could have received a little more favor from the proprietor back then..."

"Maybe, I could have had an immortal fate like Han kid..."

He turned over and continued to sleep.

"This guy is lucky."

In the sky, Jiang Ding suddenly realized.

This is someone who wanted to curry favor with Jin Ling Mountain but couldn't see anyone, so they could only start with the people around them.

But unfortunately, there was no one around, and they couldn't find anyone.

There was really no one left, so they found Huang Deyou, who was slightly related, and gave him some benefits, wanting to attract a trace of attention from the master of Jin Ling Mountain.

They didn't need anything; as long as they got a trace of attention, they could get back their investment a thousand times over.

It was nothing more than some mortal Internal Qi-stage elixirs.

In the end, it proved that this was useless, and the target person hadn't even gone out.

Huang Deyou was lucky, wasn't implicated, and just like that, he got a big opportunity and had some interactions with Han Lin, who returned to his hometown to worship his ancestors.

Spiritual sense scanned the Seven Mysteries Sect again.

The mountain gate that had been burned down in the past appeared again, disciples from all over were gathered again, and the Seven Mysteries Sect had existed in this land of Yue for more than a thousand years as it had in the past.

The last words of the Zhongxing Patriarch.

As long as the Seven Feathers Sect is there, it will not perish.

The death of a few mortal sect masters and elders will not affect anything.

Apart from these, there was nothing familiar in this city; in just over ten years, it had experienced war many times, and things were already different.

"Let it be."

Jiang Ding left without hesitation.

Flying for several hours, passing through Chizhou and Yuezhou, without the idea of entering Yuejing, he flew straight towards Jin Dao Mountain and arrived nearby.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding scanned with his spiritual sense, stopped, and frowned.

"Foundation Establishment-stage cultivator!"

"Twenty-one of them, arranged a high-level quasi-Tier 3 concealment formation, and other attack formations."

"Such people and specifications, coming to ambush me."

"Is there a special super-specification reconnaissance method, or what?"

His expression was faint, and deep in his eyes, wisps of killing intent emerged.

Sword intent induction, within a radius of ten kilometers, there were no Jin Dan creatures.

Slightly activated the aerospace fighter.

Everything was normal, the Tier 3 spiritual child radar wave scanned covertly, and there was no abnormality within a hundred miles.

"The enemy's concealment method exceeded my reconnaissance limit?"

"Or is the enemy bluffing, and there are actually only so many people?"

"Run immediately?"

In Jiang Ding's heart, thoughts emerged one by one.

On Jin Dao Mountain.

Inside the quasi-Tier 3 concealment formation, twenty-one Foundation Establishment cultivators sat cross-legged on a formation base, cultivating with their eyes closed, walking around from time to time.

"Senior Martial Brother Yu, we have been here for almost seven years; how much longer do we have to wait?"

A sharp-mouthed, monkey-cheeked early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator was restless and asked an old man hiding in the shadows at the center of the formation.

"The Old Ancestor said, wait another fifteen years."

The old man in the shadows didn't even lift his eyelids.

"The Shadowless Hall has analyzed it many times; after that innate sword body's cultivation base breaks through, he wants to return home in glory, and the most likely place he will come to is here."

"A real man cannot walk in the night in glorious clothes!"

"This is a human weakness that no one can escape; let alone a young man under thirty, even you and I, and even the Old Ancestor, often can't help it."

"Many heroes of the current age can't help it."

"Here, he once slashed one of the direct descendants of my Blood-Refining lineage at the Qi Condensation perfection with his innate perfection; although I didn't see it, he must have experienced an unimaginable life-and-death blood battle at that time and won with difficulty."

"One of the most glorious things in his life!"

"After his cultivation base advances greatly, there is a great possibility that he will come to reminisce."

(End of chapter)