Chapter 94: Cunxin Quiet Room

When a legendary existence appeared in the world, the immortals and gods watching this place all felt a long-lost "greed"—

It is said that in the distant Primordial Era, an unknown great power walked a path to becoming an immortal!

However, that path to immortality was too arduous, so much so that even when later generations became immortals, they could not step into the realm where He resided or replicate that supreme great achievement.

But that great power was compassionate; it is rumored that He walked the world and spread the method of cultivation throughout Tianyuan.

Yet, because the comprehension and natural talent of later generations were too low, the inheritance of that great power was lost in the long river of time, and the world even forgot His identity.

The only existences who have survived to this day and still know His true identity are the earliest-enlightened immortal supreme beings, such as the Taisu Profound Immortal and the Green Sun Sword Immortal.

It is a pity that these supreme beings have always been tight-lipped about all the truths concerning that great power... This book is first published on Tian Tian Kan Xiao Shuo, ttk. tw, providing you with an error-free and non-disordered reading experience.

Fortunately, heaven does not cut off all paths; that unknown great power, concerned for Tianyuan, gathered all His own cultivation insights into one place, leaving them for later generations.

And that place is the "Cunxin Quiet Room" hidden within a certain grotto-heaven!

For these existences who have found it difficult to improve their realms since attaining enlightenment, a fortuitous encounter that could allow them to go further is truly a temptation impossible to refuse.

A clap of thunder exploded out of thin air, and thousands of lightning snakes suddenly appeared in the cloudless sky; those were the ripples left behind by the immortals when they exchanged immortal consciousness.

Golden clouds shrouded this part of the sky—many immortals and gods could no longer restrain themselves and prepared to descend their dharma bodies to personally enter the fray and compete for this fortuitous encounter.

Among them, naturally, was the host of this place, Prince Yong.

But before the dharma bodies of the immortals and gods could even take shape, a cyan sword light slashed across the sky:

With just one sword, it severed those dharma bodies of the immortals and gods that were about to form!

Yet, facing this cyan sword light, the crowd of immortals and gods dared not act presumptuously in the slightest; they could only remain silent and swallow this bitter pill.

The next moment, an old man leaning on a cane and wearing a coarse cloth Daoist robe slowly appeared, cupping his hands toward the gazes of the immortals and gods filling the sky:

"Everyone, this is not ownerless land; it is the residence of an old friend.

"For the sake of this old man's meager face, please withdraw, everyone. Do not make the situation look too ugly."

The old man appeared unremarkable, and his words even carried a hint of "humility," looking exactly like a foolish villager praying to gods and Buddhas.

But not a single immortal or god dared to accept the old man's salute, subconsciously casting their gazes elsewhere for a moment:

What a joke; who would dare to accept the salute of this supreme being—

The old man is an existence who stands on equal footing with that unknown great power, and is none other than the Green Sun Sword Immortal, who alone guards the Thirty-Three Heavens!

The number of immortals, gods, and demons who have died at the hands of this great power is at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

Who would dare to accept His salute? That would truly be wishing one's life away.

Yet even so, facing such a fortuitous encounter, the immortals and gods were unwilling to retreat.

One immortal spoke up first: "Senior Green Sun, such a fortuitous encounter has appeared, yet you so easily dismiss us; is that appropriate?"

"Fortuitous encounter? What do you mean? My old friend is not dead, and this place is not ownerless land; how can you speak of a 'fortuitous encounter'?"

The old man waved his hand casually, still wearing the appearance of an easygoing, benevolent elder.

But the aura of the immortal who had spoken up to contradict him weakened extremely rapidly—

With just a light, casual movement, he had completely killed a True Immortal who lived as long as heaven and earth; the terror of the Green Sun Sword Immortal was evident!

Perceiving this scene, the hearts of the immortals and gods all trembled.

The old man remained in that good-natured manner, as if he had not noticed this scene at all:

"Sigh... to tell you the truth, although my old friend is concerned for the common people, he is also someone who holds a grudge, unlike me, who is so easy to talk to.

"If he were to find out that you trespassed in his grotto-abode and rummaged through his things, I fear none of you would escape... Take this old man's advice and disperse.

"When the time comes, he will return on his own."

Since he had already spoken to this extent, the immortals and gods had no choice but to temporarily retreat.

Seeing this, the old man put away the smile on his face and looked at the tightly closed door of the stone room, various emotions flashing in the depths of his eyes.

"If you want to go in, then go in. Given the friendship between us, he won't mind," a cold, clear female voice came from behind the old man.

"You only know how to speak sarcastically..." the old man replied helplessly, not turning around—

The owner of that voice was clearly just a moon-white "shadow" shaped like a woman.

Regarding the woman's suggestion, the old man only shook his head helplessly:

"If you had truly let go of your inner knot as you claim, why bother sending only an Incarnation without five senses, while you yourself bitterly guard the lonely Yueshen Jitan?"

The woman retorted very seriously: "It is not 'bitterly guarding,' it is a 'promise'."

"Whether it is bitterly guarding or a promise, both are ways of deceiving oneself." The old man was long accustomed to the woman's stubbornness and did not care much:

"What is the point of going in? To look at an empty room and then sadly reminisce about the Fading past?

"Enough of that—since the quiet room has reappeared in the world, he should be coming back, right?"

Hearing the old man take the initiative to ask, the woman was somewhat surprised: "Don't you always disbelieve my divination? Back then, you were the one who kept calling me a 'half-immortal'."

To this, the old man only shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"My attitude has not changed; you were a lively half-immortal back then, and now you have just become a boring half-immortal.

"But so what? No matter how much I disbelieve, your divination has never been wrong."

This was the trust between old friends.

But to the old man's surprise, this time, the woman rarely failed to provide a precise answer:

"I can only tell you that apart from knowing he has returned, I know nothing—

"It is just like that time; everything regarding his hexagrams was obscured by heavenly secrets, and I could only barely distinguish that the trend should be 'auspicious'."

Hearing this answer, the old man was stunned for a moment, then revealed a heartfelt smile:

"That is the best answer... It is truly good; that guy has been playing dead for so long, there is finally some news."

Having said that, the old man placed his hand on the door of the stone room, and a small world quietly unfolded beneath it.

Watching the stone room gradually fall into the depths of the small world, the old man revealed a relieved smile:

"Now is not the time; when your master returns, that will be the day you see the light of day again."

Seeing this, the woman remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, "Is there anything else? If not, I shall return."

Having said that, her figure gradually dissipated, not giving the old man any time to answer.

But just as the woman's figure completely vanished, a faint, ethereal voice reached the old man's ears:

"Right, that Demon Immortal Qinglin of the Demon race, born one hundred thousand years ago, whom you spoke to me about last time—everything about Him has also been obscured by the Heavenly Secrets."

"However, after pondering it for a while, I still insist that He is different from the Qinglin we know."

"After all, the origin of a living being cannot change—the Qinglin we know is, after all, of the human race."

Upon hearing this, the old man murmured thoughtfully, "Two similar flowers, perhaps..."

Having said that, he let out a long sigh, and his figure gradually dissipated.

This world returned to silence once more, as if nothing had ever happened.