"What did I just hear?"
"There seed to be an angry voice coming from inside just now, was it calling Ye Fantian?"
"Could it be the voice of the old sage from the Thousand Illusions Sect?"
Outside the grand formation, many gathered before the gate of the Dan Shen Sect had heard the great shout from the Thousand Illusion Sage just now. The tone carried anger and murderous intent, and even though separated by the formation, one could sense this aura.
"Ye Fantian must be hiding; facing a Saint, he’s probably scurrying around trying to stay hidden." Wang Luoxing didn’t miss an opportunity to belittle Ye Qiu, although puzzled that the Thousand Illusion Sage hadn’t erged from the formation yet, at the mont he felt Ye Qiu would surely be the one to suffer.
Most of the young disciples shared this thought; after all, the Thousand Illusion Sage who acted was the strongest of the Thousand Illusions Sect, embodying its foundation and essence. If even Ye Qiu couldn’t be dealt with, how could the Thousand Illusions Sect stand firm in Qingfeng County?
The Thousand Illusions Sect’s prodigies, Li Hanbing and Feng Muye, were also present, following behind the Sect Leader, staring at the formation at the Dan Shen Sect’s entrance, eager for the Thousand Illusion Sage to appear.
"Ye Fantian might be highly talented, but encountering the Ancestor, he should only be able to go so far." Li Hanbing muttered to himself, having a deep impression of Ye Qiu, especially during the relic exploration, where Ye Qiu stole the lilight by being the first to enter the higher pavilion, even outshining the prodigies of the three sects. His companions, the flower cat and the four black dogs, left a lasting mory.
He personally bore no resentnt towards Ye Qiu, but as a disciple of the Thousand Illusions Sect, he couldn’t wish for the Ancestor to lose, especially not to a young man.
The disciples of the Thousand Illusions Sect weren’t worried about their long-absent Ancestor; he was a Saint, and only another Saint could kill one. The delay in appearing must be him toying with Ye Qiu.
This was the general thought among the Thousand Illusions Sect mbers, but not necessarily among other sects. For instance, people from the Sky Star Sect felt that it took a bit too long for the Thousand Illusion Sage to kill a young man. He’s just a young Alchemist, even if skilled in both alchemy and martial arts, it shouldn’t take so much ti; he should have been out by now.
"Why do I sense sothing’s off?"
"I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling. Could the Dan Shen Sect really have produced a monstrous genius against the heavens?"
Though these words carried a hint of jest, others listened and rely smiled knowingly, yet it was still a speculation, albeit one most dismissed as re banter.
In places where the Piaomiao Sect gathered, many were watching the battle in the sky; the Saint’s duel offered considerable insights to many young disciples, and the elders wouldn’t miss a second, each lifting their heads as if absorbing nutrients from the Saint’s fight to strengthen themselves.
Shen Aotian and Bai Zishu, the two prodigies, naturally focused on the battle in the sky. As for the battle within the formation, they couldn’t see it, and even if they could, held little interest; with the Thousand Illusion Sage taking action, Ye Qiu seed left to only defeat or death, appearing to have no other path.
Throughout the Dan Shen Sect, it seed only Hua Wuhun believed Ye Qiu could create a miracle.
Hua Wuhun watched the formation at the Dan Shen Sect’s entrance, recalling the scene when Ye Qiu knocked Hua Wuji unconscious and handed him over to her.
Not wanting Hua Wuji to follow him and face danger, this sentint touched Hua Wuhun deeply.
Though Hua Wuhun didn’t say it aloud, in her heart she was happy and comforted knowing her younger brother Hua Wuji could enter such a sect.
The present Dan Shen Sect wasn’t large, and it had once been in decline, but it possessed a Sect Leader who valued emotions, willing to face great enemies alone.
"Whether you live or die, Wuji and I will rember your kindness." Hua Wuhun murmured to herself, ultimately she ought to thank Ye Qiu. If not for Ye Qiu refining the Five Elents Pill for her, how could she be the first martial artist among the Piaomiao Sect’s young disciples to breakthrough the Void-breaking Realm.
Her brother Hua Wuji, too, matured substantially thanks to Ye Qiu—no longer idle, gradually growing mature.
In reflection, every change seed to start with Ye Qiu’s arrival.
This mysterious man inadvertently brought about significant changes in the lives of the Hua siblings.
Hua Wuhun felt like she’d never forget this man in her mind.
Besides Hua Wuhun, Lu Shan and Mu Qingping also concerned themselves over Ye Qiu’s safety, both won staring at the formation of the Dan Shen Sect, repeatedly ditating the words "must survive," hoping Ye Qiu would be alright.
Standing at the mountaintop, Gao Wanli widened his eyes in an effort to peer into the formation, yet even as dry tears flowed from his eyes, he couldn’t glimpse what was happening inside.
"Brother Ye, you will certainly create a miracle, certainly, just like in the relic, you saved us, now you must save yourself." Gao Wanli hoped Ye Qiu would kill the Thousand Illusion Sage, rather than be killed by him. Even if this wish seed distant, he cherished it happening against all odds.
Up in the heavens, the Sky Star Saint and a Saint’s avatar had been entangled in combat for so ti, causing the Sky Star Saint’s strength to deplete by half, yet he couldn’t defeat the avatar.
Against such a mindless, puppet-like opponent, the Sky Star Saint felt powerless.
It felt like fighting a puppet.
No matter how he fought, the other party remained silent, while attacks from the Saint’s avatar landed on him, unable to suppress a low roar. It made him feel sowhat inferior, leaving the Sky Star Saint frustrated.
"What’s with that Thousand Illusion old ghost, why hasn’t he shown up yet?" The Sky Star Saint hoped for the Thousand Illusion Sage to appear soon, otherwise continuing the duel with this blockhead would drive him insane.
The Sky Star Saint was like wishing from the depths of his heart, like a young bride stepping into her bridal sedan, turning back every few steps, yet each ti failing to bring the Thousand Illusion Sage forth.
It infuriated the Sky Star Saint to the point he could barely hold back, ready to explode, ready to annihilate the opponent before him completely.
The aura surrounding the Sky Star Saint began to change, his hair transforming swiftly from white to black, turning into long black locks as his face shed its chicken-skin wrinkles, as if changing faces, rejuvenating by decades, regaining his middle-aged appearance.
At this mont, the Sky Star Saint changed from an elderly man into a handso middle-aged uncle, seeing this the Sky Star Sect’s Sect Leader’s expression changed, while other disciples marveled at the transformation. Yet the Sect Leader felt a twinge of fear as he knew what becoming youthful implied.
It’s akin to a final radiance, utilizing peak power, even the body starts to reflect its youthful state.
And to achieve this form, the Sky Star Saint exchanged it for what little remained of his lifespan.
With each breath sustaining the current state, the Sky Star Saint’s lifespan squandered rapidly, asured in years.
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