Chapter 1217: Erniu’s Persistence (1)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
In the ancient temple, the Summer Immortal Palace Master stared at the dandelion seed that only belonged to Xu Qing through the window formed by the candlelight until it fused into the main body and disappeared.
The little butterfly at the side watched this scene in a daze. Its thoughts were in chaos, and it couldn’t even speak properly.
“Ah? The only one… what is this? Master, he… he’s cheating!”
“For countless years, talented individuals in the Profound Earth have speculated that all techniques have their sources. If someone occupies these sources, then reaching the pinnacle of mastery in such techniques becomes extremely difficult.”
The Summer Immortal Palace Master spoke softly.
“They don’t know about the existence of the Immortal Source. This is what they guessed from their observations.”
“This guess is correct and incorrect.”
“The Profound Earth cultivation arts indeed have sources, and few are unique. However, if someone can do it, their imprint will become deeply rooted, and even the Immortal Source will respect it and refrain from erasing it, leaving it for future generations to observe and learn from.”
“This Xu Qing has done it.”
The voice of the Summer Immortal Palace Master became less ethereal and was replaced by admiration. She waved her right hand. The candlelight in the air rolled back and returned to the candles on the altar.
The imperial qi inside also spread out and fused into the various Human Emperor totems on the surrounding murals.
Only the lingering voice of the Summer Immortal Palace Master still echoed in the ancient temple.
Even though the little butterfly might seem foolish, combined with the regretful words of the master before, she also sensed this hint of admiration. So, feeling flustered, she was about to express herself.
At that moment, Xu Qing slowly opened his eyes.
There was no confusion in his eyes but clarity. There was also a purple halo flowing in them. Under the illumination, it gave people the feeling that his pupils were like the stars.
Perhaps they were indeed stars.
“Thank you, Palace Master!”
Xu Qing cupped his hands and bowed deeply to the Summer Immortal Palace Master.
“No need for that. Offering your soul seed to the Immortal Source is already a great merit for the Profound Earth. Afterwards, your soul seed will be stripped of its will and formed into techniques, spreading throughout the myriad worlds of the Profound Earth, adding a touch of color to the Profound Earth’s techniques.”
“And through this merit, you obtained the chance to comprehend divine abilities in the Immortal Source. This is cause and effect.”
“Now, is there anything else you want to ask?”
The Summer Immortal Palace Master spoke more than before. Clearly, the admiration she had for Xu Qing was the main reason.
Xu Qing fell silent. His gaze then landed on the nine paintings.
“Palace Master, 1 want to know, where did the Summer Immortal seniors who founded the Wanggu Continent and raised the Heavenly Dao go? And why haven’t they returned since the appearance of the fragmented-face of the god?”
Xu Qing’s voice drifted in the ancient temple. What answered him was a soft sigh from the Summer Immortal Palace Master.
“No one knows the exact locations of the six Summer Immortals. There’s only a piece of information in the records of the Summer Immortal Palace.”
“Some of them went to the depths of Brilliant Heaven and some are recuperating in the Profound Earth. As for the details, I don’t know either.”
“It’s been too long.”
The Summer Immortal Palace Master’s voice contained some special emotions. After she finished speaking, her figure slowly blurred, and the nearby little butterfly, sensing its master’s melancholy, also blurred along with her.
Xu Qing remained silent. He knew that it was time for him to leave.
Hence, he bowed again and turned to walk toward the entrance of the temple. Just before he stepped out, he turned his head and took one last look at the ancient temple.
What he looked at wasn’t the blurry Palace Master or the altar, but the painting which depicted the first emperor of the human race, also the first ancient sovereign.
That youth who was looking up at the starry sky.
After a glance, Xu Qing retracted his gaze and stepped out of the ancient temple.
As he walked out, the ancient temple behind him shattered like a bubble amidst a colorful swirl, until it disappeared completely, leaving no trace of its existence.
Xu Qing turned his head and stared, only to find emptiness.
There were no buildings at all.
It was as if it were just a dream, and at this moment, in the distance, the sun rose into the sky, marking the dawn. The sky gradually woke from darkness, becoming brighter.
It was dyed crimson, creating a magnificent scene.
The earth was shrouded in a thin morning mist, as if someone had draped a veil over it, giving it a hazy sense of mystery.
As the first rays of sunlight spread across the land, the morning mist melted away like snow, becoming even thinner until it disappeared completely. The sunlight then shone through the space between heaven and earth, falling upon Xu Qing.
The night had passed.
Xu Qing gazed at the red sun, his breath forming white mist in the cold morning air. In his mind, the painting he had seen twice floated, vivid and clear.
That first ancient sovereign of the human race, that youth… When he first saw him, he already felt a sense of familiarity. When he took another glance at the painting before he left, the feeling was even stronger.
“I feel like I’ve seen him before…”
Xu Qing mumbled. With this thought in mind, he stepped on the light of the rising sun and walked toward Ning Yan’s residence.
Two hours later, the sky was already bright. The moment he walked to the lake in front of Ning Yan’s residence, Xu Qing suddenly stopped in his tracks. He looked at the lake in front of him and vaguely found the source of the familiarity.
“He looks a little like Master.”
Xu Qing fell into deep thought. He walked on the surface of the lake and returned to the mansion step by step.
He had never seen his master’s young appearance, but that youth’s gaze was very similar to his master’s eyes.
While he was thinking of this, he saw Fenghai County cultivators waiting for him in the courtyard. The moment they saw Xu Qing, cheers erupted.
In the crowd, there was also Ning Yan, along with Kong Xianglong, Wu Jianwu, and Li Yunshan, the Sword Holding Palace Master of Fenghai County, who had led the team accompanying Xu Qing to the Imperial Capital..
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