Chapter 77

Glancing at the pale youth opposite, Feng Yi calmly nodded, then said, "It seems, Fellow Daoist Chiyou, you have not yet fully recovered your memories."

Hmm.

The pale youth's eyes showed a hint of bewilderment as he instinctively said, "In these endless ages, I have been in a constant state of transformation, losing most of my memories, cycling repeatedly, awaiting the day I can truly return to yang, and this transformation has only just begun not long ago, but. Chiyou"

Having said that, he instinctively paused, his eyes flickering with information, then continued, "This name is indeed familiar; is this my name?"

Correct.

Having said that, Feng Yi glanced at Xiao Chen not far away and waved at him.

Xiao Chen, who had been lost in thought over the demon's true identity opposite, instantly snapped back to attention and hurried forward.

Then he glanced at Feng Yi, understood his meaning, and quickly circulated his mystic technique, causing the small tree that had fused with his heavenly stele mystic technique diagram inside his body to appear in his hand.

Earlier, Xiao Chen was unwilling to lend the Dragon Clan's Sacred Tree to this demon, not only because the sacred tree belonged to the little beast Keke, but also because he felt the demon was not a good person and worried he would borrow it and not return it.

But now that he knew the opponent was the legendary human sage Chiyou, and with Feng Yi's words, Xiao Chen naturally let down his guard.

Taking the small tree from Xiao Chen's hand, Feng Yi continued looking at the pale youth opposite and said, "As far as I know, Fellow Daoist, you should have fallen in the Dead City, but because of its special nature, you later revived again on this Dragon Island."

"However, looking at it now, Fellow Daoist, your path to revival hasn't been easy; after all these years, you still haven't eliminated the last trace of deathly qi within your body, which is why you need the Dragon Clan's Sacred Tree, right?"

"Mm, exactly as Fellow Daoist said, that is precisely why I borrowed the sacred tree."

The pale youth, namely Chiyou, nodded, then looked at Feng Yi in astonishment and said in a deep voice, "I didn't expect Fellow Daoist to know these secrets so clearly; it seems Fellow Daoist is no ordinary librarian cultivator!"

Hearing Chiyou's words, Feng Yi merely smiled, then shifted the topic: "The sacred tree can be lent to Fellow Daoist for a time, but I need one of the items you have stored as payment."

Being on Dragon Island, with the True Ancestral Dragon, the true Ancestral God, presiding there, Feng Yi did not worry that the other party would dare not return this Dragon Clan's Sacred Tree.

More importantly, Chiyou is also a military force of Kyushu; helping him is also helping Kyushu.

Fellow Daoist, please speak.

Chiyou's gaze fixed firmly on the small tree in Feng Yi's hand, and he spoke solemnly: "As long as Fellow Daoist agrees to lend the sacred tree, my belongings are yours to choose."

Upon hearing that, Feng Yi casually tossed the small tree over, a faint smile on his face, and said, "I need the broken blade you have collected as payment; it is a weapon of a certain Ancestral God, an Ancestral God's armament, and I believe Fellow Daoist Chiyou should recall it."

The Ancestral God's broken blade?

Carefully receiving the sacred tree, before he could even feel joy, hearing Feng Yi's words, Chiyou's eyes widened and he instinctively exclaimed, "That broken blade is actually a damaged Ancestral God's armament?"

Before his words even finished, he instinctively nodded and said, "That explains it; no wonder since obtaining that broken blade I've always felt it wasn't so simple—it turns out to be a damaged Ancestral God's armament!"

Feng Yi gave a light chuckle and said, "How about it, Fellow Daoist Chiyou—can you still bear to part with it?"

Hearing Feng Yi's words, Chiyou shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, you underestimate me too much; not to mention merely a damaged Ancestral God's armament, even if it were intact, since I have spoken, how could I be a person who goes back on his word?"

Before his words even finished, he lightly waved his hand, shrouding both in dark mist, and said, "Fellow Daoist, do not resist."

The moment his words fell, the dark mist surged, directly bringing Feng Yi and Xiao Chen to the foot of a snow mountain.

Chiyou stepped forward, opened a grand ice hall within the snow mountain, and led Feng Yi and Xiao Chen to a hall filled with weapons.

Here were placed all sorts of divine weapons and treasures, as well as various strange magical artifacts, though most of them were damaged.

Upon arriving here, Feng Yi's gaze was instantly drawn to a black-bladed broken sword lacking a cutting edge.

It was an ancient, simple yet heavy longsword; although only half remained, it still looked very heavy.

At the sight of that black broken blade, Feng Yi's heart stirred, and a somewhat illusory book appeared before him.

Rustle—

The book flipped open on its own, turning to the page about the Longevity Realm, revealing a towering figure holding the firewood.

Whoosh

The next moment, that broken blade instantly turned into a stream of light, sinking directly into the book and landing in the other hand of that towering figure.

At that moment, the towering figure in the book held the firewood representing civilization in one hand and the broken blade representing slaughter in the other, as if only then was it truly complete.

Seeing this, Feng Yi's eyes involuntarily showed a hint of doubt.

If I remember correctly, this broken blade should be the divine weapon of the Ancestral God Youchao!

Now why does it feel so in tune with the towering figure of the Ancestral God Suiren condensed from the firewood?

Could I be misremembering?

At the moment Feng Yi harbored doubt, Chiyou and Xiao Chen beside him were directly drawn to the figure in the book.

Xiao Chen even exclaimed directly, "The human ancestor Suiren!"

Suiren?

Hearing Xiao Chen's exclamation, Chiyou's gaze at the figure in the book also instinctively showed a hint of shock, and he blurted, "You say this figure is the legendary Ancestral God Suiren? How do you know Suiren?"

"I have seen the human ancestor Suiren in the Dead City."

Xiao Chen also did not conceal it, briefly recounting the situation of seeing Suiren in the Dead City.

After listening to Xiao Chen's account, Chiyou's expression became somewhat dazed, and he instinctively muttered, "Dead City. Heavenly Stele Suiren."

After a long while, he finally came to himself, sighed, and said, "It's a pity that my transformation is still incomplete and my memory is not whole; although I feel all this is very familiar, it's like seeing flowers through mist—I cannot truly recall it, so I must quickly rely on the sacred tree's power to finish the final transformation."

On the other side, Feng Yi suppressed his thoughts, noticed their gazes, and casually explained, "This is a strand of firewood gifted by the senior Suiren, manifested with the aid of my item."

'Firewood!'

Chiyou and Xiao Chen's hearts jolted; the legend of Suiren drilling wood to make fire, lighting the path for humanity, bringing the race from ignorance to civilization, flashed in their minds, and they instantly grasped the preciousness of this firewood.

Without paying attention to the two's expression changes, Feng Yi glanced again at the towering figure in the book holding firewood in one hand and the broken blade in the other, his heart stirred, the book automatically closed, and returned to his body.

No matter what, all of this now appears to be something beneficial to myself.

Afterward, Xiao Chen also picked a suitable weapon, and the two then bade farewell and left the place.

Although Chiyou was curious about Feng Yi's true identity, since he was eager to use the Dragon Clan's Sacred Tree's power to complete his final transformation, he did not stop him.

In the following time, Feng Yi continued to return to the Dragon Clan's Sacred Mountain for secluded cultivation, while Xiao Chen continued to hone his cultivation as a youthful expert on Dragon Island.

After a period of turmoil on Dragon Island, under the covert reminders of the Dragon Clan's experts, the people of Dragon Island also knew that as long as they gathered nine companion dragon kings or found the little Ancestral Dragon, they could summon the Ancestral Dragon's ship and safely leave Dragon Island.

Since it is called Dragon Island, everything on this island is actually covertly controlled by the Dragon Clan's experts.

Under the deliberate guidance of the Dragon Clan's experts, each companion dragon king was subdued by the youthful experts of the various powers, and soon they had gathered more than nine companion dragon kings, summoning the Ancestral Dragon's ship.

From then on, the tumultuous Dragon Island regained tranquility; the people from the Longevity Realm who had come to this island, carrying a young dragon, left Dragon Island aboard the Ancestral Dragon Ship.

On the Holy Mountain of the Dragon Clan.

A human and a dragon, two figures, gazed together at the void ahead—it was Feng Yi and Lao Zulong.

The void before them folded, seeming to form a door, or like a mirror, reflecting the image of a seven‑colored light‑bursting dragon boat breaking through the Forbidden Sea and sailing away into the distance.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, aren't you leaving together with that little friend Lan Nuo?"

A somewhat hoarse voice sounded; Lao Zulong gazed at the mysterious robed figure before him, not knowing what he was thinking, a hint of a smile appearing in his somewhat cloudy dragon eyes.

Shaking his head, Feng Yi spoke calmly: "She has her own path; if fate wills, we will meet again."

On Dragon Island exists a Heavenly Stele seal that suppresses the power of Void‑Reaching Half‑Gods and above; Lan Nuo has now comprehended the mystery of Nirvana, and only by leaving this place can he complete his own transformation and attain the Longevity Realm, so he naturally must leave Dragon Island together with everyone else.

As his words fell, Feng Yi looked at Lao Zulong beside him and smiled, saying: "Senior, with so many young dragons following these people to the Longevity Continent, they will likely become tools of the major powers, and probably only a few will truly grow up; these are all your juniors—aren't you worried?"

"What's the use of worrying?"

Hearing Feng Yi's words, Lao Zulong restrained the smile in his eyes and said flatly: "Dragon Island has the Heavenly Stele suppressing it; these little ones simply cannot get a normal chance to grow. Only by going to the Longevity Continent do they have a chance to transform into Ancestral Dragons. Though cruel, this is the destiny of the Dragon Clan, and also the destiny of these little ones."

Heavenly Stele.

His thoughts turning, Feng Yi suddenly said: "Senior, as far as I know, the ancient well suppressed by the Heavenly Stele is actually a passage to the World of Death."

"World of Death?"

"Hmm."

Feng Yi nodded and said: "Senior, you can understand it as the world of the dead, which is yin‑yang to the normal world. According to the secrets I've learned, because of that passage, anyone who perishes in that Dead City actually has a great chance of being reborn within the World of Death."

"Rebirth through the passage of the World of Death."

Lao Zulong's eyes flashed with a gleam, countless streams of information flowing through, and he muttered unconsciously: "Could it really be that the legends about that place from back then are true?"

After glancing at the emaciated Lao Zulong opposite him, Feng Yi shifted his tone, speaking with a hint of persuasion: "Senior, I think you could try it too—perhaps you could gain rebirth in the World of Death and directly restore your peak strength."

"Uh."

Lao Zulong, who had been listening with great interest, froze slightly at Feng Yi's words.

Afterward, he took a deep look at the mysterious robed figure beside him, gave a light cough, and said: "Cough cough, Lao Long—I may not have many good years left, but I still want to buy the Dragon Clan some time to protect them, watching the juniors grow up. Feng Daoist's method, I'll wait until I can no longer hold out before trying it."

Even if the person before him were the legendary most mysterious Fuxi Ancestral God, Lao Zulong could not possibly believe everything the other said.

Even if what the other said were true, he would still wait until the last moment to try.

Hearing Lao Zulong's words, Feng Yi said nothing more, but once again looked at the scene before him, watching the Ancestral Dragon Ship slowly drift away from Dragon Island.

Only after the Ancestral Dragon Ship had completely departed did Feng Yi put away his divine abilities and continue asking Lao Zulong about the problems he encountered in his cultivation.

Lao Zulong held nothing back; his aged voice rang out as he began a detailed explanation.

The figure of a human and a dragon on this Holy Mountain appeared remarkably harmonious.

On the Ancestral Dragon Ship bursting with seven‑colored light.

Everyone looked expectantly at the shore, waiting for the mysterious robed figure to appear.

But unfortunately, even after the Ancestral Dragon Ship finally departed, that figure never appeared.

Gazing at the distant Dragon Island growing ever smaller, everyone's eyes showed disappointment.

At the same time, some people unconsciously turned their gaze to Lan Nuo, shrouded in colorful clouds, and to Xiao Chen.

Some even directed their gaze at the Companion Dragon King beside the two, especially among the older generation of Knowledge Vault Cultivators.

On Dragon Island, because of the Heavenly Stele seal, experts above the Void‑Reaching Half‑God level from the major powers cannot enter, so it is tacitly accepted that these Companion Dragon Kings will be contested by the younger generation.

But once they leave Dragon Island, the major powers' experts above the Void‑Reaching Half‑God level can act freely, and these Companion Dragon Kings with limitless potential are no longer something the younger generation can protect.

Now that the Fuxi Human Ancestor has not appeared, some people have begun to covet the Companion Dragon King brought by Lan Nuo and Xiao Chen.

The Ancestral Dragon Ship possessed overwhelming momentum, like a living Ancestral Dragon, easily breaking through the mist of the Forbidden Sea and carrying everyone safely back to the continent.

But afterward, the high‑level figures of the major powers appeared, and beings at the level of Void‑Reaching Half‑God and above took action, waging a brutal battle against the Companion Dragon Kings.

However, after the battle, the high‑level figures of many powers seemed to have obtained some important information from the disciples who returned from Dragon Island, causing the entire Southern Wasteland to tremble.

Thereafter, the shores around the Forbidden Sea at the southern end of the Longevity Continent were flooded with scouts from the major powers, as if they were waiting for some movement to appear on the Forbidden Sea.

But unfortunately, as day after day passed, the Forbidden Sea remained just as calm as before, with no changes whatsoever.

One day, two days, three days.

One month, two months, three months.

One year, two years, three years.

Gradually, the major powers also relaxed their surveillance of the Forbidden Sea.

Until one day, a mighty vicissitude aura surged above the Forbidden Sea, and the boundless ocean suddenly echoed with a dragon's roar, like the ancient heavenly tone.

The next moment, a huge dragon boat bursting with seven‑colored light tore through the boundless mist over the Forbidden Sea and headed toward the Longevity Continent—it was the Ancestral Dragon Ship.

On the shore, a scout from a major power saw this, his eyes flashing with a hint of joy, and he instinctively prepared to send a message to his own sect.

But the next moment, his vision blurred, and he felt as if overlapping illusions were appearing ahead on the sea.

Before he could fully make out the change ahead, the void before him suddenly turned illusory, as if folded into a phantom door.

The next moment, the phantom door opened, and a mysterious robed figure with a snow‑white fur ball on his shoulder stepped out from behind it, standing in mid‑air by supernatural means and looking down at him.

Void‑Reaching Half‑God.

As that thought just arose in his mind, his vision was instantly filled with a pair of pale golden eyes, and he lost consciousness directly.

"Sure enough, the major powers still place great importance on the name Fuxi, and this method really works!"

A low voice sounded, and the pale golden light in the robed figure's eyes flickered, as if it could see through souls and manipulate the memories of living beings.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze from the scout before him, sensed the direction, felt a stir in his heart, and the space before him seemed to fold repeatedly.

The next moment, his figure appeared in the distant void.

The void folded again, and his figure vanished completely.

Only after the mysterious robed figure had been gone for a long time did the scout on the ground come to his senses, blankly glancing around, vaguely feeling as if he had lost a segment of his memory.

(End of chapter)