Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 654 - 301: Winds Rising, Clouds Surging, The Nine Heavens Unsettled_1
Meanwhile, in the Nine Heavens, within the Pivot of Heaven Realm, a majestic entity sat upon a throne in an ancient hall. Behind it, an endless shadow loomed, resembling a dark, starless sky whose cold vastness made one’s heart tremble. An absolute silence reigned here, as if it had been this way since the dawn of time.
Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared within the boundless darkness. The light, like a speck of dust, descended from the sky and instantly spread out like ripples in every direction. An even more imposing and ancient presence had arrived.
WHOOSH!
In an instant, the figure on the throne opened its eyes. The world quivered. An aura as vast as an ocean awoke, causing the entire nation containing the ancient hall to shudder. Countless beings knelt, prostrating themselves as if before a deity.
"Teacher? Is that you?"
The figure on the throne sat up straight. Its aura was terrifyingly boundless, yet its eyes were filled with shock, as if encountering a presence beyond description.
"Di Yi, it has been a long time."
The plain voice emanated from the speck of dust, yet it struck like a meteor falling into the ocean, stirring up monstrous waves.
The figure on the throne trembled and immediately knelt. "Disciple pays his respects, Teacher!"
The motes of light swirled, vaguely forming a human silhouette. It felt peaceful, its aura profound and distant. Its face was unclear, yet it exuded an incomparable sense of affinity. With one hand behind its back, it said lightly, "Rise."
Di Yi finally stood. The soft light illuminated his resolute face. He wore golden battle armor, and his pupils flickered with unusual divine runes, his entire being radiating an unimaginably terrifying aura. If any powerhouse from the Nine Heavens were present, they would have been utterly astonished. They would be shocked to see the de facto ruler of one of the Nine Heavens’ ten great Di Clans—a Quasi-Emperor Supreme who wielded the power of life and death over countless beings—behaving so respectfully.
With emotion in his eyes, Di Yi clasped his hands. "Teacher, where have you been all these years?"
The figure in the light replied indifferently, "I took a trip to the Chaotic Sea and met a few old friends."
Upon hearing the words "Chaotic Sea," Di Yi’s pupils constricted slightly.
The figure in the light waved a hand. "I have come this time for a matter that requires you to personally attend to."
Di Yi clasped his hands again. "Please instruct me, Teacher."
The figure spoke, "Go to the Yaoguang Domain and find someone."
"Who?" Di Yi asked.
"I do not know," the figure replied.
Di Yi was stunned for a moment. "You do not know?"
The figure explained, "This person’s fate is obscure, and the karmic ties involved are immense. Even I struggle to perceive it clearly, only catching the faintest of traces. Hence, I do not know."
Di Yi’s pupils contracted. "Such a person exists in this world? Even you, Teacher, do not know their details?"
"Not knowing is a good thing," the figure replied. "If I could see through him at a glance, he would not be the one I am waiting for."
Hearing this, Di Yi could not help but draw a sharp breath. "Has... has ’the one’ appeared?"
The figure said, "Perhaps, perhaps not. I must see him with my own eyes to be certain."
Di Yi understood. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he asked, "May I ask, Teacher, what should I do when I find him?"
The figure instructed, "Let everything take its natural course, but you absolutely must not let him die. If it comes to a last resort, give him whatever he wants, and wait for my return."
Di Yi was taken aback. "Give him whatever he wants?"
The figure turned, its calm and emotionless gaze falling upon him as it spoke softly, "That’s right. Even if he wants your throne, or your wife, you are to give them to him."
Hearing this, Di Yi’s expression did not change in the slightest. He bowed low. "This disciple will heed my teacher’s command. I shall bring my wife with me to the Yaoguang Domain to find this person."
Without a response, all the points of light dissipated, seeming to vanish into the endless river of time and space.
Di Yi slowly rose. All emotion vanished from his face, replaced by an indifferent and imposing authority. His gaze turned toward the void, as if peering into another, infinitely distant world, and he remained silent.
...
「Meanwhile, on another front.」
Wang Xiu left the ancient stone temple. He immediately felt countless gazes land on him, each one as sharp as a sword and filled with scrutiny, as if trying to see right through him. Wang Xiu’s expression remained neutral as if he hadn’t noticed a thing, and he swaggered out confidently.
Several figures with formidable auras quickly surrounded him. Wang Xiu keenly noticed that two of them had very familiar auras, reminiscent of Yi Xing and the others who had died by his hand. They carried large bows on their backs and were clearly members of the Yi Clan.
"Stop!" one of them ordered, staring at Wang Xiu. "Where are you from?"
Wang Xiu feigned a look of unease and answered cautiously, "The Cang... Cangyuan Realm!"
Hearing those words, the men’s eyes lit up.
"From the Cangyuan Realm? Do you know Wang Xiu?" an Yi Clan powerhouse asked, his eyes narrowing.
Wang Xiu shook his head. "I’ve heard of him, the Saint Heir of the Sanqing Immortal Sect, but I’ve never met him."
At this, one of the Yi Clan powerhouses produced a treasure mirror. He formed a hand seal, and a beam of light shot from the mirror, landing on Wang Xiu. On the surface, Wang Xiu showed no reaction, but his heart skipped a beat. The treasure mirror held a trace of his own aura. It clearly possessed the ability to see through most forms of disguise in the world, capable of instantly identifying a person’s aura.
It seems these Ancient Clans are truly something else. To think the Yi Clan found a way to collect a trace of my aura from the three I killed... Wang Xiu inwardly congratulated himself on his caution. He had disguised himself long ago. Otherwise, a huge battle would have been unavoidable. Since the Yi Clan had sent powerhouses to guard the exit of this passage, they had certainly come well-prepared. By Wang Xiu’s perception alone, there were no fewer than five Saint Realm experts lurking nearby.
Of course, those were minor concerns. The real trouble would be if a fight broke out and alerted even stronger members of the Yi Clan. After all, this was not his home turf. Fortunately, his Ten Thousand Demonic Transformations Art was far beyond any ordinary disguise; it was utterly flawless.
The treasure mirror shimmered with a faint glow before quickly returning to normal. Nothing unusual had happened. The Yi Clan powerhouse looked at Wang Xiu’s reflection in the mirror and waved his hand in disappointed impatience. "Go on, get out of here!"
Wang Xiu’s eyes shifted slightly. "May I ask you, brother, how did this Sanqing Saint Heir offend you all to warrant such a grand mobilization?"
The Yi Clan powerhouse put away the treasure mirror and glanced sideways at him, snorting, "Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t!"
Wang Xiu pressed on. "Everyone, forgive my bluntness, but the Sanqing Saint Heir is extremely powerful, and the foundation of the Sanqing Immortal Sect is nothing to scoff at. They once had a Quasi-Emperor presiding over them. I’ve also heard the Sanqing Immortal Sect has prospered in recent years, producing numerous prodigies, not just Wang Xiu. If you go to such lengths to ambush him, aren’t you putting yourselves in great danger if he comes prepared?"
At his words, the surrounding Yi Clan powerhouses sneered. "Ants from the Lower Realm are so short-sighted! What is that decrepit Sanqing Immortal Sect? Even if it was once glorious, how could it possibly compare to our clan? Forget one Wang Xiu. Since our clan has decided to act, it doesn’t matter who comes up from below. Even if it’s an Earth Immortal, as long as they’re connected to that Wang Xiu, they will all share the same fate: death!"
[Ding!]
[Detected someone bragging nearby. Congratulations to the Host for gaining Mana +888!]
Another man added, "Some people from the Sanqing Immortal Sect have come up over the years, but unfortunately... hehe, they were all fools who didn’t know their place!"
Hearing this, Wang Xiu’s eyes narrowed slightly. He kept his composure, even looking at the man who had just spoken with a fawning expression. "Is that so? It seems I truly have a limited view from the bottom of a well."
The Yi Clan powerhouses sneered smugly. "It’s good that you know. Now, hurry up and leave!"
But Wang Xiu wasn’t in a rush. He approached the Yi Clan powerhouse who had just spoken and sent a mental transmission, "To be frank, I know the whereabouts of the Sanqing Saint Heir. I was just worried about his retaliation, so I didn’t dare say anything before. If you, sir, can guarantee my safety, I am willing to share this information with you."
Instantly, the Yi Clan powerhouse’s pupils constricted, and his breathing grew ragged. The Yi Clan’s upper echelons had promised a heavy reward. Whoever captured Wang Xiu would perform a great service, one significant enough to change their destiny and elevate them above their peers.
"Is that true?"
"I wouldn’t dare deceive you, sir," Wang Xiu transmitted back. "However, is this really the right place to discuss it?"
The man forced himself to calm down, pretending to be nonchalant as he said to Wang Xiu, "You... follow me."
...
「In the blink of an eye.」
The two of them were deep inside a dense forest. The Yi Clan powerhouse raised a hand, setting up a ward to block both sound and Divine Sense.
He then said excitedly, "Was what you said true? Do you really have intel on Wang Xiu?"
Wang Xiu stared at him, his face a complete blank.
He raised his hand, and his sword flashed from its sheath.
A wind rose.
A head fell.
The Divine Soul scattered.
