Chapter 893: The more he thought about it, the more he felt at a loss

Her words were somewhat sharp, causing the Feng family's old ancestor's beard to tremble... the unintentional aura of suppression she exuded was at the level of a Venerable!

He Ling and the others rose into the air from the courtyard, and everyone in the Feng family cupped their hands in respect as they bid farewell, showing exceptional reverence.

The Feng family's old ancestor gazed at the sky with a slight sigh, his eyes still filled with envy. The innate confidence and strength displayed by the younger generation of such a powerful faction made him feel inadequate.

"See off Miss Nangong."

The Feng family's old ancestor called out loudly and performed a grand gesture of respect. He wasn't too familiar with the matters concerning Feng Jinyu.

However, although this child's talent might be notable in the Mengmu Sea Region, it was not particularly outstanding when viewed across the entire Xuanwei Heaven domain. He couldn't even muster a single unrealistic fantasy in his heart.

...

Amidst the clouds of the sea region.

They once again stood on the wooden boat, with He Ling looking pensive. Jinyu... how could he possibly venture into the Wild Heaven Region? What has he been doing all these years?

"Sister Crane."

"Hmm?"

He Ling turned her head and spoke softly, "What's wrong with Fourth Brother?"

Little Chi stepped forward, instinctively glancing around, "Sister Crane, the matter of the Five Ghosts Extinguishing Heavenly Dao cannot be rushed, and you must also be mentally prepared."

"Heh." He Ling chuckled softly, gently stroking Little Chi's mane, "Fourth Brother, what mental preparation?"

"That kid Feng Jinyu has mediocre aptitude. I've heard he doesn't stand out in duels at the Dao Academy and might have reached the end of his lifespan, leaving his inheritance to the Ghost Academy, simply not wanting to leave it to the All-Heaven Myriad Realms Spirit Bank."

Little Chi analyzed calmly, "Those who can defy fate are few and far between. Brother Xun said back in the small boundary that no matter how grand one's ambitions, one must ultimately face reality."

He Ling's gaze tightened slightly as she took a deep breath, remaining silent for a long time. Fourth Brother... had experienced much, witnessing the tragic deaths of his ancestors and parents, and entered the world earlier than she did.

His words carried significant weight in her heart.

"Fourth Brother, I understand." He Ling nodded gently, "If Jinyu is buried in a foreign land, I will bring back his remains."

Little Chi let out a low growl, his gaze somewhat sharp, and said no more. Sister Crane had experienced too little life and death, and even in the mortal world, her Dao heart wavered.

But the cruelty of the world of immortals was never child's play. Unknowingly, even Brother Xun, who once slaughtered billions of Filthy Longevity beings, had been driven to a dead end.

Feng Jinyu... his chances of survival were slim.

He Ling gazed into the distance, sighing slightly. To this day, she still didn't understand why Feng Jinyu wanted to go to such a perilous place. He was a simple-minded person with little scheming.

Yunying glanced at He Ling, her expression faint, knowing that her mistress was a person of deep emotions, but clearly, she didn't want to trouble that person with this matter.

Whoosh...

The wooden boat sliced through the clouds and mist, heading toward Li Chen Island.

The eyes of Wild Gold, Wild Wood, and the other five gradually turned sharp. This was the final leg of their journey, and they were about to enter the domain of great slaughter, where the myriad clans and the powerful forces of the Great World of Taiyi gathered!

Little Chi smirked slyly, holding his head high, his gaze still fixed on the distance, his heart filled with anticipation for the Wild Heaven Region.

...

Li Chen Island, Elemental Immortal City, All-Heaven Myriad Realms Spirit Bank, branch.

A noble woman dressed in a light gown and phoenix robe presided over the place. Her every gesture exuded a sense of competence and strength, and this woman...

Was none other than Wan Xiangying, who had once received Chen Xun's family! She had already reached the early stage of Great Ascension.

Now her face had matured significantly, her eyes gleaming with brilliance as she stood alone outside the ancient building.

In front of Wan Xiangying was a hundred-zhang-long path, lined with Unity stage cultivators on either side, wearing second-grade low-level robes capable of resisting rule power, their aura exceptionally strong.

If it were a first-grade magical artifact, it could wield the power of the laws of heaven and earth, triggering tribulation force!

One level above that was the Dao artifact, a growth-type magical artifact that must be nurtured with the primordial spirit, with no upper limit, varying in strength, and inherently invincible in duels of the same realm.

Above the Dao artifact was the legendary immortal artifact, containing immortal power... its might unknown, as no great clan had ever recorded using it for war in the immortal history, perhaps for reasons they dared not document.

The Unity stage cultivators of the All-Heaven Myriad Realms Spirit Bank wore second-grade magical robes, with even a faint glow in their pupils, suggesting embedded magical artifacts.

This artifact was the Po Wang Spirit Eye, capable of instantly transmitting the topography, formations, battle situations, and other information to the Spirit Bank headquarters within the Star Pivot, with feedback within three breaths...

A terrifying dueling system, with each Spirit Bank cultivator armed to the teeth, recognized as the fat sheep of the Three Thousand Great Worlds... known as walking spirit stones.

The situation was due to many historical reasons, as numerous violently deceased beings required Spirit Bank cultivators to collect their bodies, frequently venturing into perilous secret realms...

The depth and vastness of this organization's foundation were unknown, but a strong figure once said that the wealth of the Three Thousand Great Worlds was divided into ten parts, with the All-Heaven Myriad Realms Spirit Bank holding one part!

At this moment, Wan Xiangying smiled slightly, seemingly waiting for someone.

Step...

Outside the long path of the ancient building, two figures approached, their steps steady, causing the atmosphere around them to become oppressively heavy, with everyone's mana slowing down.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

...

Everyone bowed their heads in respectful salute, not daring to look up.

Wan Xiangying lowered her head in salute, her long skirt fluttering in the air, her eyes brightening slightly. She hadn't expected it to truly be him; his appearance hadn't changed at all, only becoming more weathered.

Chen Xun's expression was calm as he nodded slightly, his eyes showing a hint of surprise, though not because of Wan Xiangying, but because of the magical artifacts of these cultivators... far more advanced than those of the garbage recycling plant's cultivators.

A wealthy household indeed...

Chen Xun mused, having forgotten to restock after the Milky Way battle, and he hadn't reclaimed the Doomsday Warship of the ancient immortal clan... every night during meditation, he wanted to slap himself hard.

Because he was a step too late, the remnants of the Doomsday Warship had been retrieved by immortals sent by the ancient immortal clan, and now there was no chance or reason to launch any great war.

The materials of the Doomsday Warship were said to be as valuable as supreme-grade spirit stones, capable of obliterating a domain with a single 'top-grade spirit stone collision' shot...

Sigh!

Chen Xun sighed softly, hands behind his back, the past too painful to recall, the more he thought about it, the more he felt at a loss.

In his moment of ascension, he had become too arrogant, overlooking too many details, leaving him... deeply regretful.

Wan Xiangying's eyes were filled with respect and tension, having long since memorized the face of an immortal, unsure if the ancestor recognized her.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fathom that Chen Xun was currently regretting not reclaiming the Doomsday Warship; the Dao Ancestor's thought process was always beyond ordinary comprehension.

Black Bull nudged Chen Xun, "Moo?"

"Miss Wan." Chen Xun returned to his senses, looking steadily ahead with a calm smile, "It's been many years, and I didn't expect us to meet again."