Chapter 752: The Mystery of Origins, the Great Emperor of Lun Hui

"It is a great honor to have three Immortals visit in person," Lin Xuan responded courteously.

"However, I do not know the purpose of your visit?"

His attitude was neither cold enough to cause embarrassment, nor was he easily swayed by beauty.

This sense of proportion was handled just right, causing all three Immortals to nod inwardly.

It is truly rare to find a man who can remain so composed in front of them.

Li Zixia smiled charmingly: "Senior's feat of defeating the Immortal Realm envoy has shocked the entire Immortal cultivation world."

"We have all come to express our respects."

Chu Xingyue continued: "Moreover, the star charts indicate that many soulmates will gather around Senior."

"Perhaps we are a part of that."

This was said very bluntly, making it clear to everyone present what their true thoughts were.

Sima Xue did not speak, only watching Lin Xuan quietly.

In her eyes, there was curiosity, exploration, and some emotions that even she herself did not understand.

Lin Xuan could sense the different intentions of these women.

Li Zixia carried obvious utilitarian motives, wanting to obtain protection through her beauty.

Chu Xingyue seemed more like she was fulfilling some kind of prophecy; her feelings for him were not sincere.

Only Sima Xue, though equally cold, had a sincere quest in her eyes.

In the following few days, these beauties all remained on Ten Thousand Demons Island.

Each displayed her own unique abilities, attempting to gain Lin Xuan's favor.

Li Zixia often played Immortal music for Lin Xuan, and the beautiful melodies were indeed moving.

Chu Xingyue showcased her star-charting arts, interpreting the heavenly secrets for Lin Xuan.

But the most surprising thing was the change in Sima Xue.

This Immortal, who had always been as cold as an iceberg, actually began to take the initiative to approach Lin Xuan.

She would offer spirit tea while Lin Xuan was cultivating and would remain quiet while he was deep in thought.

Although she still spoke little, that care came from the heart.

On the evening of the seventh day, Sima Xue took the initiative to find Lin Xuan.

Under the moonlight, her figure was as pure as a snowflake.

"Senior Lin, I have something I wish to tell you." Sima Xue's voice remained cold, but it carried a trace of trembling.

Lin Xuan nodded: "Please speak, Immortal."

Sima Xue took a deep breath, as if making some major decision.

"I have cultivated the Ice Heart Art for three thousand years, thinking I had already severed the seven emotions and six desires."

Her voice began to waver: "But when I saw you, I discovered that ripples had formed in the lake of my heart."

Once these words were spoken, even Lin Xuan was somewhat surprised.

This iceberg beauty before him was actually expressing her true feelings to him?

Sima Xue continued: "At first, I thought this was just a momentary impulse and wanted to suppress this feeling."

"But after observing for these few days, I found this feeling becoming increasingly intense."

She raised her head, a rare trace of tenderness appearing on her cold face.

"Perhaps this is Heaven's will, letting me understand what the true Dao is."

"I am willing to stay on Ten Thousand Demons Island and study the Dao of Lun Hui."

"Not for any faction, just to... to be able to understand you better."

These words were spoken with such sincerity that even the bystander Bai Suxue felt shocked.

The dignified Ice Soul Immortal would actually express such deep feelings to a man.

Lin Xuan looked at Sima Xue before him, and his heart could not help but be moved.

Ten Thousand Demons Island gradually returned to peace after days of visitors paying their respects.

Lin Xuan began to adapt to this life of being watched by countless factions, spending his days either cultivating or receiving envoys from all sides.

After Sima Xue stayed behind, she indeed focused on studying the Dao of Lun Hui, showing no other intentions.

Although Li Zixia and Chu Xingyue also wanted to stay, they were tactfully refused by Lin Xuan.

He could sense that these two had impure motives and were not suitable for coming into contact with the core secrets of the Laws of Lun Hui.

That evening, the sun set, and the sea breeze blew gently.

Lin Xuan was cultivating on the highest peak of the island when he suddenly sensed a strange aura approaching.

This aura was very special; it was neither the spiritual power fluctuation of a cultivator nor the demonic aura of a demon beast.

Instead, it was a more ancient and profound sense of presence.

He opened his eyes and saw an old man in a gray robe slowly walking up the mountain peak.

The old man looked very ordinary, with white hair and beard, and a kind face.

His walking posture was not fast, just like an ordinary old man out for a stroll.

But Lin Xuan's intuition told him that this old man was by no means simple.

"Who is Senior?" Lin Xuan stood up and bowed.

The old man smiled slightly: "This old man has been waiting for you for a long time."

His voice was plain and unremarkable, but hearing it in Lin Xuan's ears was as shocking as a thunderclap.

Because in this plain voice, he sensed a flavor that was extremely familiar.

This feeling was like... like a call from the depths of his bloodline.

"You have finally awakened the true power of the Taiji Creation bloodline," the old man continued.

"It is time to let you know your true identity."

Lin Xuan's heart jolted: "What does Senior mean?"

The old man walked to the edge of the mountain peak and gazed toward the boundless sea.

"This old man is the guardian of the Lun Hui Palace, specifically waiting for the day you awaken."

"Lun Hui Palace?" Lin Xuan had never heard this name before.

"That is an existence transcending the Three Realms, the maintainer of the cosmic order," the old man explained.

"And you are the master of the Lun Hui Palace."

These words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving Lin Xuan completely stunned.

"Senior, have you made some kind of mistake?"

"I am just an ordinary cultivator; how could I possibly be the master of any Lun Hui Palace?"

The old man turned around and looked deeply at Lin Xuan.

"You are not the reincarnation of an ordinary person, but the reincarnation of the Great Emperor Lun Hui from the ancient era."

"Great Emperor Lun Hui?" Lin Xuan felt this name make his blood boil.

"That's right, the very Great Emperor Lun Hui who maintained the cosmic order with his own strength."

The old man's expression became grave.

"Back then, the Three Realms stood side by side; the Immortal Realm, the God Realm, and the Mo Jie each governed themselves."

"But as time passed, the Three Realms began to vie for dominance over the universe."

"Countless planes were destroyed in the war, and hundreds of millions of living beings perished miserably."

"The cosmic order faced the danger of collapse."

Lin Xuan listened quietly, feeling an inexplicable ache in his heart.

"It was at this moment that the Great Emperor Lun Hui appeared."

"He mastered the complete Laws of Reincarnation, capable of making the living die and the dead live."

"More importantly, he represented the fundamental laws of cosmic operation."

"Under the mediation of the Great Emperor Lun Hui, the war of the Three Realms temporarily ceased."

"The universe restored its balance and order."

"However..." the old man's tone turned angry.

"The rulers of the Three Realms could not tolerate an existence that transcended them."

"On the surface, they were respectful to the Great Emperor Lun Hui, but in secret, they conspired to eliminate this threat."

"In the end, the Taiqing Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm, the Taiqing God Emperor of the God Realm, and the Wangu Mo Emperor of the Mo Jie joined forces."

"Under the guise of discussing cosmic affairs, they lured the Great Emperor Lun Hui into a trap."

"Then the Coalition Army of the Three Realms besieged him together, wanting to completely annihilate the Great Emperor Lun Hui."

Hearing this, Lin Xuan felt a massive surge of anger rise in his chest.

This anger did not come from rational judgment, but from memories deep within his bloodline.