Chapter 3772: Chapter 1824: Guest (Part 2)
Bazhun’an shook his head: “Not sure…”
He didn’t elaborate on the first sentence, just as the elder in the sword tower also never explained. When the ti cos, everyone will know what needs to be known, and what needs to be understood will be clear.
He began to recall the second sentence, wanting to say everything he might forget to Xu Xiaoshou.
Xu Xiaoshou, having the Great Path of Super Tao Transformation, is less disturbed and can rember clearly instead.
But this second sentence, Bazhun’an pondered deeply, and in the end, could only squeeze out two words:
“Ti Realm…”
What does it an?
Xu Xiaoshou was equally bewildered, truly feeling lost.
Bazhun’an couldn’t recall the contents of the sentence regarding “Ti Realm,” yet as he recalled, understanding about the Ti Realm surfaced:
“Divine War, you should know, right?”
This, Xu Xiaoshou indeed understood.
He rembered upon entering the Divine Ruins, he was forced to watch a “cutscene,” originating from Ran Ming’s will.
The Divine War involves five kinds of Ancestral God power:
Power of the Heavenly Ancestor, Devil Ancestor Power, Power of Divinity, Power of the Ancestor of Sorcery (inclining towards Darkness), and the God-Slaying power of overturning the heavens, originating from the god slayer Ran Ming.
Xu Xiaoshou had once organized the Divine War through impressions of the Ancestral Gods.
The Divine War should be divided into two sides: the side of the Holy Ancestor, Heavenly Ancestor, and Ran Ming which leans towards justice, and the side of the Devil Ancestor and Darkness which leans towards realm.
Back then, while he was still in the Divine Ruins, he didn’t know much about the Ancestral Gods.
Now it seems that the result of the Divine War was the collapse of the Heavenly Thirty-Three Layers, with Ran Ming using the God-Slaying Axe to hook the Heavenly Realm Triangle, planting the Ancestral Trees to form the Divine Ruins.
Involving the Sacred Birth Plant — one of the dicine Ancestor’s precautions ntioned by the Ghost Ancestor, also important among the three-tier precautions, aside from Bei Huai being the sole tier.
Xu Xiaoshou began to think, maybe there was another hidden figure in the Divine War like Dao Qiongcang, who does not easily surface, naly the dicine Ancestor.
Furthermore, considering the eventual theft of Ran Ming’s fruit by Darkness, even the ho of the Divine Ruins was stolen, he was more convinced that his thought direction was correct.
Darkness and dicine Ancestor had early collusions!
He expressed his speculation to Bazhun’an, who remained nonchalant: “What you ntioned is the late-stage process of the Divine War, history is no longer traceable, and what I want to talk about is the Heavenly Thirty-Three Layers.”
Heavenly Realm…
Xu Xiaoshou’s thoughts were pulled back, comparing “Heavenly Realm” and “Ti Realm,” his heart tightened slightly.
This is sowhat grand, isn’t it?
The Heavenly Realm seems to be the abode of the Ancestral Gods after ascension, complete with Dao laws, also known as the Divine Realm.
The Ti Ancestor was just one of the Ten Ancestors, what is he trying to do, why is he always troubling people like Kong Yuhen?
“So, what is the Ti Realm?”
Bazhun’an closed his eyes, seemingly forgetting the things he had recalled earlier, and after a long while, shook his head: “Can’t rember, perhaps the elder didn’t explain it clearly either, and couldn’t sort it out. But perhaps the result isn’t far from what you imagined.”
“Ti Realm is the sa as the Heavenly Realm? The Heavenly Thirty-Three Layers?” Li Fugui couldn’t hold back for the first ti and exclaid in surprise.
Those who leave the Divine Ruins, each forgets about all experiences inside.
Li Fugui had talked with the few who rembered past events with Lord Shou, so he’s roughly clear about the Heavenly Thirty-Three Layers.
Upon hearing the Ti Ancestor and Ti Realm, seemingly transcending the Ten Ancestors and reconstructing the Heavenly Realm, he completely changed in color.
Although to Li Fugui, these are too elusive, they also shouldn’t be too elusive!
Ten Ancestors have levels too, is the Ti Ancestor in the highest tier?
Bazhun’an also looked at him, smiled but did not speak.
He could not provide an answer, it’s all like crossing the river by feeling the stones, he also just takes one step at a ti.
Right then, a warm voice was heard from the side:
“Ti Realm is not the Heavenly Realm.”
“Yet, with the collapse of the Heavenly Realm, and after sealing Godhood to beco Ancestor, there is no path upwards.”
“Those attempting to take the final step, whether Saint Demon, dicine Ghost, Darkness, or those ambitious like you, should support the reconstruction of the Heavenly Realm.”
“Heaven Realm cannot be reconstructed, and hence it should be through a roundabout way, to first construct the Ti Realm, then rotate the Ti Realm to reflect the Heavenly Thirty-Three Layers – ascend the Dao from the past, transcend from the future.”
Xu Xiaoshou, after listening, his mind was shocked.
Such bold words, ascend the Dao from the past, transcend from the future, not afraid of the wind blowing away his tongue… Wait!
“Who?” i Siren also reacted.
“Who’s speaking!” Li Fugui, hearing this completely unfamiliar voice, was even more startled.
Xu Xiaoshou and Bazhun’an exchanged a glance, both turning their gaze to the figure of the uninvited guest at the waist of Lingyu Mountain.
This person’s deanor was transcendental, his form ethereal, walking with slow steps, shrinking land to inches, and in just a blink, he arrived before the four.
Li Fugui tilted his head to look and saw the man with a jade-like face, dressed as a scholar, wearing six black ropes around his neck, with four of them bearing door-shaped wooden pendants.
He took only one glance.
He rolled his eyes and foad at the mouth, fainting on the spot.
“Ladies and gentlen, please.”
The handso scholar smiled, and with a swish of his sleeve, gave them no chance to refuse the invitation, and the surrounding scenery changed.
…
i Siren stared intently at the tea table in front of him, his expression calm.
With a sweep of saint’s will, after scanning this slightly warm wooden loft, his heart trembled.
On the table to the left were arranged a few human-shaped wooden carvings and so wooden knick-knacks, including a wheel, a pot throw, and targets.
The wooden clock behind the tea table ticked, yet clearly already blocked space and ti, creating an independent plane.
The wooden stairs to the right led to the upper level of the loft, yet saint’s will completely failed to penetrate, as if ascending the stairs would lead to another world.
The tea table was right ahead.
i Siren sat at the last seat, facing the handso scholar, Bazhun’an was on the left, and Xu Xiaoshou on the right.
The three were already seated, but he alone was still standing.
“Friend, you’re very anxious, aren’t you?”
The handso scholar smiled brightly at him, gesturing to the small wooden stool, “Why not sit down?”
i Siren was accustod to seeing big scenes.
Just as he was about to sit down, a loud boom resounded in his mind, feeling as if ti had beco dense water, pressing him to suffocation.
Even the twitch of his eyelid beca extrely slow, as if it would take ten thousand years to complete the motion.
Let alone the large movent of “sitting down”!
“Kong Yuhen, stop playing.”
As soon as Xu Xiaoshou spoke, i Siren felt the suffocating predicant break, the words “Kong Yuhen” echoing in his mind, he sat down chanically with composure.
Is he Kong Yuhen?
Then here, is the legendary All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion?
But isn’t it said, only very few people can see the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, can be invited inside… Hmm? Humph…
Swish!
i Siren, shocked and pondering, instinctively flicked open his collapsible fan, lips curling in a smile, leisurely but swiftly shaking it.
Xu Xiaoshou clicked his tongue, glancing:
“The show begins.”
He did not remind Master Siren that he had taken the wrong paper fan.
After all, he understood the pressure of the first-ti entrants to the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, if Master Siren also experienced that drowning-like suffocation…
“No more nonsense, what are you here for?”
Xu Xiaoshou took the initiative, looking at this square-faced, bearded fellow, with little kindness in his tone.
Even though he had taken the Ti Ancestor Shadow Staff given by Kong Yuhen, even though this staff had repeatedly saved him from peril…
Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoshou’s expression improved slightly.
But he still couldn’t forget, interacting with Sunflower Remnant Hatred at the Dead Sea, he had seen that All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, and the glance Kong Yuhen had cast at him from within.
That glance was profound, devoid of kindness.
Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t decipher it, even rarely using the Ti Ancestor Shadow Staff afterward, lest he beco reliant and thus controlled by Kong Yuhen.
His passive points were now full, yet hadn’t activated the Ti Dao Discs.
Was it fear of Ti Ancestor, or Kong Yuhen, Xu Xiaoshou wasn’t quite sure himself.
“Oh, returning what’s yours.”
Before Kong Yuhen could speak, Xu Xiaoshou proactively took out the Ti Ancestor Shadow Staff, and placed it on the tea table before him.
“For your past gift, I am imnsely grateful.”
“I have now succeeded in cultivation, needing no assistance from this item, but its grace is rembered, here is the Apricot Realm jade talisman…”
Xu Xiaoshou spoke, silently withdrawing the Apricot Realm jade talisman, reluctant for Kong Yuhen to enter the Apricot Realm.
But considering the man appeared and disappeared at will, able to easily enter God’s Relics, gifting the Apricot Realm jade talisman was neither here nor there.
He then gave out the Apricot Realm jade talisman again, along with a command token from the First Pavilion in the Sky, “This is my seal.”
He pushed all three items over, stopping in front of Kong Yuhen, solemnly saying:
“Should there be troubles in the future, seek anyti; if I can help, I surely will, if not, I will… try my best.”
Without giving a definitive answer, Xu Xiaoshou sat back down, observing Kong Yuhen’s reaction.
Kong Yuhen glanced at the three items on the tea table, then raised his eyes to look at Xu Xiaoshou.
This long-haired, handso, pale-faced man rested his elbows on the tea table, crossing his fingers, against his nose tip, smilingly saying:
“Friend, you’re very anxious too.”
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