Chapter 707: Mutual Support

After Yan Shi achieved the status of Tinghai Xianjun, he continued to live in the same place within the Northern Shanmen as he had when he was a Fenhai Zhenjun; there was no difference.

This was a side hall, secluded and elegant, but not large in scale, only three zhang high. However, it was built on the summit of a peak, surrounded by cliffs on three sides, which was the environment Yan Shi preferred.

Little Wei Yuan walked into the side hall, and suddenly the scenery before his eyes shifted. The entire side hall disappeared, and endless void and a sky full of stars appeared all around; only the small patch of solid ground beneath the two of them remained.

This was not an illusion. Little Wei Yuan's spiritual sense could extend extremely far, yet he still could not touch those stars hanging in the void. Although he could not touch them, Little Wei Yuan could truly perceive their existence and could also distinguish the differences between each star.

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi sat cross-legged in the void. Seeing Little Wei Yuan enter the hall, he said, "Come forward and speak."

At this moment, hundreds of stars were floating around Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi, and behind him was a surging great river, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

Clearly, when he entered the hall, the small hall looked to be only ten zhang in radius, but at this moment, the two were a thousand zhang apart. Little Wei Yuan did not dare to speed up and walked over respectfully at a normal pace.

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi smiled and said, "How long do you intend to walk? Your unruly nature is that of a natural-born rebel; why be so restrained?"

Little Wei Yuan's vision blurred, and he was already in front of Yan Shi.

Only when he arrived before Yan Shi did Little Wei Yuan discover that those starlights were not just decorations, but scene after scene; some were vaguely familiar, while others he had never seen before. In many of the scenes, there were apocalyptic sights of the sky collapsing, the sea roaring, and the earth splitting with surging fire.

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi saw Little Wei Yuan noticing those disaster-like images and said, "That old thing, the Left Xianwang, refuses to give up and insists on sparring with me. These are all fragments of small worlds we shattered that haven't been repaired yet. The rest are matters I am currently dealing with."

Speaking to this point, Yan Shi sighed and said, "I really didn't expect that after becoming an immortal, I would have to do so much work. It was freer before ascending to immortality. No, I must properly whip that old thief Chunqiu into shape. With his natural talent, if he focused on cultivation, perhaps fifty years would be enough."

Little Wei Yuan said, "With Ancestor Xuan Yue ascending to immortality, I fear you will be even busier."

Yan Shi was stunned, then said angrily, "You crow's mouth! That's right, if that old thief ascends, he will inevitably cause trouble. I don't know how many times I'll have to clean up after him! Forget it, let him cultivate slowly. Then, when do you plan to ascend?"

Little Wei Yuan was stunned: "I fear it is still early for this disciple; there are still countless barriers in between."

Yan Shi glared at him and said, "It's just ascending to immortality; it's only the beginning of a ten-thousand-year journey. What is so difficult about it? If you can't even do this, what kind of immortal cultivation are you doing?"

What could Little Wei Yuan say? He could only say, "The Ancestor's instruction is correct."

Yan Shi gave a heavy hum and said, "Ascending to immortality is not easy, so I will give you a simple task: you, Zhang Sheng, and Ji Liuli, the three of you must support each other and walk the immortal path together. Is that acceptable?"

Little Wei Yuan said, "This is this disciple's duty; I will naturally do my best."

Yan Shi said, "You had better do your best."

Little Wei Yuan was submissive. At this moment, he had already understood one thing: the Ancestor was currently in a very bad mood. Whatever the Ancestor said, he should just listen.

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi flicked his finger, and a point of light expanded, presenting the battle that had just passed. However, there were many things on the battlefield that Little Wei Yuan had not seen. Several translucent figures were constantly wandering; they would approach individual human cultivators, open their mouths to inhale, and suck a bit of something transparent out of the humans' bodies.

After losing this bit of transparent object, the human cultivator would become dull and sluggish; most were subsequently killed by the Liao tribe, and a few lucky ones would suddenly fall from the city wall and lose all signs of life right there.

Seeing these few translucent figures, Little Wei Yuan's expression changed drastically. There was one scene he still remembered clearly: a late-stage Dao Foundation cultivator had suddenly collapsed right in front of him, falling outside the city, and then more than ten sharp arrows had appeared on his body.

At the time, Little Wei Yuan had only felt a slight doubt, not understanding why an experienced Dao soldier captain, who had been fighting perfectly well, would suddenly collapse. The battle situation had been urgent then, and Little Wei Yuan had only assumed it was an old injury flaring up; he had not expected that someone had taken his life right in front of him.

No wonder the casualties in this battle were so high!

Little Wei Yuan could not see those few transparent figures, and the transparent figures also intentionally avoided Little Wei Yuan. Next, Little Wei Yuan suddenly saw a woman with silver braids; she walked through the battlefield as if strolling in an empty place. Others could not see her, and she ignored everyone else, walking straight to Feng Tingyu's side.

At that time, Feng Tingyu was holding a magic blade, having just killed a rampaging Liao tribe Dharma Form head-on. At the magic blade's request, she had stabbed a few more times.

The silver-haired Liao woman pulled out a short blade and stabbed it into Feng Tingyu's heart from behind in one go!

Feng Tingyu's eyes closed immediately, and then a thigh flew up, kicking the silver-haired woman in the face at an impossible angle. The silver-haired woman protected her head with one hand, blocked Feng Tingyu's leg, and then backhanded the hilt of the blade to chisel her thigh, immediately leaving a wound the size of a broad bean.

Feng Tingyu raised her hand and slapped her; this time it finally landed on the silver-haired woman's face. The silver-haired woman seemed not to have expected to be hit, so she swung the blade and stabbed Feng Tingyu several more times. This time, Feng Tingyu finally stopped moving.

She threw Feng Tingyu into an empty, unoccupied house, then set up a screen of immortal power to isolate the inside from the outside, and only then did she leave.

She also wanted to approach Ji Liuli, but as soon as she got close, a pagoda faintly appeared above Ji Liuli's head, and she immediately looked around vigilantly.

Seeing no opportunity to strike, the silver-haired woman turned her head to look at Little Wei Yuan. She saw a giant bird head faintly appearing and disappearing above Little Wei Yuan's head; it only opened one eye, coldly scrutinizing everything in this world.

The bird head's gaze shifted and suddenly looked at Little Wei Yuan, who was watching this scene! In an instant, Little Wei Yuan felt extreme coldness, loneliness, death, emptiness, and a strong sense of threat.

This was the first time Little Wei Yuan had observed the Shadow of the Moon from a third-party perspective, but the Shadow of the Moon at this moment gave him a completely different feeling than before.

"It is threatening me, telling me to stay away from you. Hmph, this thing clearly does not put this Lord in its eyes!" Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi said indignantly.

"This... what is it? Actually, this disciple does not quite know either."

Fenhai Zhenjun Yan Shi said, "Don't talk about you; I have checked the classics in the palace and haven't found its origin. I only know it must come from some outer world with an extremely high status.

You don't need to worry; you are equivalent to its window in this world. If it wants to do something, it must go through you, so now it should try its best to help you."

"Who is that silver-haired woman? What is going on with those transparent figures? Why couldn't this disciple see them at the time?" Little Wei Yuan asked.

Yan Shi said, "The Liao woman should be a subordinate of that old thing, the Left Xianwang, probably a master newly cultivated in recent years. Those transparent figures are images manifested by my immortal power; they are actually the old thing's killing intent. It is normal that you couldn't see them."

Little Wei Yuan couldn't help but say, "The Left Xianwang is an immortal, after all; how could he attack a Dao Foundation cultivator? This is a bit too shameless!"

Yan Shi laughed and said, "Didn't you just say it yourself? When two countries are at war, they use every means possible. Where is there any moral principle?"

Tinghai Xianjun Yan Shi paused and said, "Qingming is an immortal stone, and it is under the Broken Domain. True Lords cannot manifest, and immortals are powerless to intervene. You used the power of the domain to bless it, so you naturally had the upper hand on the battlefield.

But that battle just now was what war is truly supposed to look like. There are many more arduous battles ahead; you must prepare early."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 708 =====