"This is..."
After exchanging pleasantries, Leng Yun finally turned his gaze to Mo Wangchen and remarked with a smile, "So you must be Mo Wangchen, the one everyone has been talking about lately?"
"I heard Brother Mo is a friend of Master Zhang, and at such a young age, has already reached the Early Stage of the Void Immortal Realm in cultivation, truly a young hero."
"Brother Leng praises too much."
Mo Wangchen maintained a neutral expression, but inside, he was sowhat surprised.
He hadn’t expected Leng Yun to discern his cultivation level with just a glance.
"I’ve already arranged a banquet in the valley and ca out specifically to greet you upon hearing you three had arrived. Brother Tang and the others are waiting in the valley; let’s head there now." Leng Yun spoke with a smile, maintaining an aura of warmth throughout.
Mo Wangchen could tell this wasn’t sothing Leng Yun was rely showing; it was his natural deanor.
Among the younger generation, especially those like Leng Yun from the Saint Heir ranks of the ten Sacred Lands, having such an attitude was rare. For a mont, Mo Wangchen had a favorable impression of him.
But he was also aware that soon, when the Divine Charm Dao Pattern appeared in the valley, Leng Yun would be one of their formidable competitors!
Following Leng Yun into the valley, Mo Wangchen glanced around curiously at the place.
In ancient tis, the Divine King had debated Dao with the Saint Masters of the Xuanwu Alliance here, and even today, the air carried an unusual Law energy.
"Buzz..."
Upon stepping into the Divine King Valley, the surrounding mist seed to co alive, rushing toward Mo Wangchen and the others.
Mo Wangchen felt his mind stir; he could sense that under the entangling mist, the vitality within his body was being drained at a much faster rate.
"Such an intriguing place."
What surprised Mo Wangchen was that although the speed at which vitality was drained was several tis that of the outside world, he also noticed that cultivating in this environnt would undoubtedly accelerate one’s cultivation progress.
"It’s said that ancient heroes debated Dao here, gaining insights, and the mist surrounding the valley is the miasma they expelled from their bodies while sensing the Heavenly Dao. This miasma can be both beneficial and detrintal to cultivators."
Seeing Mo Wangchen’s surprise, Leng Yun knew it was his first ti here and explained with a smile.
Mo Wangchen nodded, "You can’t have both fish and bear paw; while the miasma devours a cultivator’s vitality, it also greatly accelerates cultivation, truly profound."
As the four walked, the mist swirling in the valley grew thicker the further they went.
What could be seen was that there were many strange ancient trees growing in the valley, with boulders scattered around. Mo Wangchen also saw a river that stretched on endlessly.
Many talented youths gathered in groups, chatting, while so tried to cultivate beneath the trees, among the stones, and by the river, contemplating the Laws of this place.
"This is..."
As Mo Wangchen and the others turned a corner, there was an ancient large tree ahead. The tree had no leaves, only branches, but what amazed Mo Wangchen was the vital energy he felt emanating from it.
"It’s said that this is the legacy of a great figure who debated Dao here in ancient tis. It descended but did not choose an heir, instead taking root in this place. People call it the Life and Death Tree!" Leng Yun explained with a smile.
"Life and Death Tree?"
Mo Wangchen frowned, feeling puzzled. Its form might be peculiar, but the aura emanating from the tree felt familiar to him.
This aura was one he had sensed in Tiannan, in the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range.
This was a Bodhi Tree!
But what puzzled Mo Wangchen was why there was a Bodhi Tree with no green leaves in the Divine King Valley?
Though puzzled, Mo Wangchen didn’t dwell on it, for as they moved with Leng Yun, they quickly arrived at an open area ahead.
Looking far ahead, there was a vast waterfall cascading straight down, like the Milky Way hanging from the Nine Heavens.
Below the waterfall was a massive boulder, seemingly battered by millennia, yet strangely, despite the waterfall’s pounding, the boulder’s surface remained angular and not smoothed.
At this mont, in front of the waterfall, in the clearing, there was no mist swirling from the valley, as if it was isolated from the outside world.
There were more than ten figures sitting there, enjoying fine wine and fruits at the tables, all with youthful faces—these were the outstanding talents from the Xuanwu Alliance who had co today.
Among these people, Mo Wangchen saw a familiar figure, Zhou Jing, the Senior Disciple of the Fla Phoenix Divine Sect!
"Everyone’s been waiting, I’ve brought them here." Leng Yun spoke with a smile.
"Miss Xinzhi!"
"Brother Kong!"
So of the seated talents stood up to greet them, while others remained seated without stirring.
Mo Wangchen and the other two each found an empty seat and sat down.
Everyone drank and debated Dao, sotis discussing the great events that had occurred in recent years, while others talked of ancient deeds. During these discussions, Mo Wangchen drank alone, listening intently, interested in these matters.
"The ancient Divine King’s whereabouts are unknown, and the Ji Family fell into decline as a result. After millennia, it is now Holy Mother Yan who unites the mountains and rivers." In the midst of a conversation, soone suddenly brought up the topic of Ji Divine King.
Sitting across from Leng Yun was a young man in black clothing, with exceptional temperant. Upon hearing these words, he frowned slightly, putting down his wine cup, "There are seven saints in the world, revered through the ages and admired by all. As we gather here today, I hope everyone speaks cautiously and not rashly."
"Brother Gu, your words are not quite right. We dare not offend the majesty of the seven saints, but everyone knows Holy Mother Yan rose from the Ji Family. The reason behind the Divine King’s disappearance is well understood by all." The young man beside the black-clothed youth remarked with a smile.
The Seven Saints are taboo subjects, rarely discussed casually in the past, as it’s seen by many as disrespectful to them.
The young man in black was nad Gu Heng, and the Gu Family was one of the Ancient Martial clans of the ti with profound heritage. Although Gu Heng was not the top talent of the Gu Family, his presence at today’s gathering indicated his exceptional ability.
Upon hearing the young man’s words, Gu Heng frowned even more, "Brother Tang, do you know that your words just now are not only disrespectful to the Divine King but also to Holy Mother Yan."
"So he’s Tang Yongming?" Mo Wangchen narrowed his eyes.
"Everyone knows the Divine King passed away millennia ago, buried in Heaven and Earth. I don’t deny his unrivaled glory, but a failure is always just a failure. In the ancient battle, the Divine King was forced to leave the Ji Family, leading to its fall, an undeniable truth." Tang Yongming laughed heartily, his words casual.
Upon hearing his remarks, everyone present couldn’t help but furrow their brows.
Opposite, Leng Yun also frowned, looking at Tang Yongming, "Brother Tang, after all, the Divine King once contributed to us, the Human Clan. The saintly title, comparable with the seven saints of this era, makes your remarks indeed a bit excessive."
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