Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 208 - 169 3 Ancestors in Eternal Slumber: A New - ! [Seeking recommendation votes!]

Chapter 208: Chapter 169 3 Ancestors in Eternal Slumber: A New Chapter! [Seeking recommendation votes!]

The flowing light easily leaves people behind; cherries turn red, banana leaves turn green.

...

Spring passes, autumn arrives.

In the blink of an eye, three decades have gone by.

On this day.

The moon rises by the railing.

Chen Jichuan was practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard, Wang Yan was also practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Yan had turned sixty. By worldly reckoning, Chen Jichuan had stayed in this world for forty-nine years, yet based on his bone age, he was only forty-three, already overtaken by Wang Yan in age.

Fortunately, both of them had achieved Innate mastery at a young age, possessing techniques to preserve their youth, and their appearances seemed no older than thirty. Though they looked more seasoned, they exhibited not a trace of aging.

Being together, they appeared more like a young couple who had married not long ago.

Under the night sky.

The sword gleams flickered.

Wang Yan had long perfected the "Lightning Nine Swords" and "Great Mighty Heavenly Thunder Sword," and had mastered the "Four-Nine Tribulation Sword" to a degree of divine skill.

The sword moved like lightning.

The sword struck, birthing thunder.

Pushing the speed and ferocity of swordsmanship to the utmost limit achievable within the Innate stage.

The next step was the Void Realm.

Yet this step had kept Wang Yan trapped for ten whole years.

Thirty years ago, the "Gentleman Sword" had already passed into legend; today, the rising star of the "Heavenly List" was none other than "Lightning Sword" Wang Yan.

Swords erupted like thunder and lightning, terrorizing Innate masters and Transforming Strength practitioners alike.

Several years ago, she ranked sixth on the "Heavenly List," surpassing the legend of the "Gentleman Sword" of yesteryear.

"Whew!"

After practicing a set of sword moves back and forth freely several times, Wang Yan sheathed her sword.

She casually grabbed the yellow-skinned gourd beside her, opened its lid, and took a swig—

Gulp!

The aroma of wine was rich.

The fragrance of fruit enchanting.

This was no ordinary fruit wine but the famed "Red Fruit Wine" of the Central Earth Seven States.

If top-tier Grandmasters saw Wang Yan treating "Red Fruit Wine" as common liquor, drinking as she pleased, their eyes might well pop out of envy.

But to Wang Yan, it seemed that her Junior Master had an inexhaustible supply of "Red Fruit Wine."

She could obtain it from him at any time.

Even when she didn’t ask, her Junior Master would occasionally offer it unsolicited.

On festive occasions and even on non-festival days, whenever her Junior Master visited his grandparents, he would always bring along several gourds of "Red Fruit Wine."

Over time.

What outsiders regarded as treasure, in Wang Yan’s eyes, naturally didn’t seem so rare anymore.

Her ability to secure sixth place on the "Heavenly List" owed much not only to Chen Jichuan’s long-term personal guidance but also to her daily consumption of "Red Fruit Wine."

Speaking of her strength.

She likely wasn’t much weaker than the Iron-Arm Monkey King of the past.

Drinking wine while pondering cultivation matters, Wang Yan occasionally glanced at her Junior Master, who was still practicing swordsmanship.

It was quite a pleasant scene.

Suddenly.

"Hiss!"

Wang Yan abruptly felt a chill envelop her, involuntarily shivering.

She couldn’t help but feel suspicious: "How could it be so cold during the dog days of summer?"

She looked up, noticing her Junior Master had also halted his practice, and approached him with the wine gourd, saying, "I don’t know why it’s suddenly gotten so cold—have a sip to warm yourself."

Chen Jichuan sheathed his sword, took the wine gourd, and drank a mouthful before saying to Wang Yan, "Grandmaster Bu has returned."

"Grandmaster Bu?"

Wang Yan didn’t immediately grasp the meaning but soon understood: "The sudden cold has something to do with Grandmaster Bu?"

She felt intrigued.

She wondered what sort of Divine Skill Grandmaster Bu possessed. She had heard her Junior Master mention that Grandmaster Bu practiced the "Heavenly Frost Sword"—could it be that he had comprehended some frost-bound intent?

"It’s complicated; I’ll go and check first."

Chen Jichuan knew the reason.

However, since Grandmaster Bu had been away from Pengshan County for over twenty years, now that he had returned, Chen had to go see him first and didn’t have the time to explain to Wang Yan.

Based on timing estimates.

Grandmaster Bu likely didn’t have many days left.

"Then go ahead; you don’t need to worry about me."

Wang Yan quickly responded upon hearing this.

"All right."

"Rest early."

Chen Jichuan softly instructed before moving his feet, instantly vanishing from the courtyard.

After he left.

Wang Yan pursed her lips, set the wine gourd aside, and resumed practicing swordsmanship.

Sword gleams reappeared.

Under the moonlight, the swords danced.

...

Taixu Sword Sect.

The Ten Thousand Scroll Cave in the rear mountain.

Chen Jichuan’s figure flickered as he arrived outside the cave. Moments later, he saw a figure approaching from afar, eventually landing in front of him.

This person’s hair was streaked with white, clearly aged, yet his demeanor was travel-worn. Holding a sword in one hand and a long bundle of wooden material aloft in the other, he appeared neither fatigued nor out of breath despite the weight he seemed to carry effortlessly.

"Grandmaster Bu."

Chen Jichuan called out to the approaching figure, sighing inwardly.

Thirty years had passed with a mere blink.

Over twenty years since their farewell.

When he left back then, this Grandmaster still retained some vestiges of rugged vigor. Now, upon return, he was but a flame on the verge of extinguishing. Chen Jichuan could discern that Bu Wushuang was sustaining himself purely on willpower, his life’s fire flickering and ready to die out at any moment.

After all, at 311 years old, every day was borrowed time.

"Wang Shan."

Bu Wushuang gazed at Chen Jichuan, lips moving slightly, releasing a brushstroke of kindness.

He was sparing with words.

But he knew full well that Chen Jichuan represented the future hopes of the Taixu Sword Sect, the successor to himself, Qin Feng, and Nie Yun.

"Grandmaster Bu, did you find the ’Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice’?"

Chen Jichuan stepped forward, taking the wooden long chest from Bu Wushuang’s hands while inquiring aloud.

In truth.

Chen Jichuan had seen Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice in the Jade Spring World long ago, and he could now sense icy chills seeping irresistibly through the wooden encasement.

Over two decades ago.

Chen Jichuan, perceiving the nearing end for the three Grandmasters, had pretended to stumble upon a "fortuitous encounter" to share the revelation of the "Mystical Gate Skill" with Qin, Nie, and Bu.

The three were overjoyed.

After deliberation, they decided that Qin Feng and Nie Yun would remain in Pengshan County to protect Chen Jichuan during his cultivation. Bu Wushuang, however, ventured far off toward the Arctic Glaciers in search of the Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice.

Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice is a creation fused by the workings of heaven and earth—rarely formed and even harder to find.

In this world, bereft of the "Mystical Gate Skill" and Artifact Refining methods.

In the Arctic, any naturally occurring Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice would generally remain untouched.

Regardless.

Bu Wushuang spent over twenty years seeking it.

Judging by the size of the wooden container, there were clearly more than one piece inside.

"Indeed."

"These objects are rather difficult to locate; across twenty years, I’ve only managed to find three pieces."

Bu Wushuang nodded, his expression showing weariness but also faint joy.

"Three pieces."

"More than sufficient."

Chen Jichuan felt a surge of relief.

With these three pieces of Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice, they could put the three Void Realm Grandmasters into deep sleep.

This would effectively steal three centuries from the cycle of life and death. Over the next 300 years, even if new Void Realms failed to emerge, the Taixu Sword Sect wouldn’t find itself left isolated with him fighting alone.

"Brother Bu."

"Brother Nie."

As Chen Jichuan conversed with Bu Wushuang, Qin Feng and Nie Yun stepped out from Ten Thousand Scroll Cave, their faces lighting up upon seeing Bu Wushuang.

...

Inside the cave.

Surrounded by the three blocks of Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice exuding bone-chilling cold, Qin Feng questioned in uncertainty, "Can these things truly mask the workings of fate and deceive the cycles of life and death?"

Having lived for 298 years and traveled extensively, Qin Feng admitted he’d never encountered such incredible capabilities before.

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"It likely won’t be false."

"Even if it turns out to be untrue, there’s nothing to lose."

Nie Yun circled the Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice repeatedly, and hearing Qin Feng’s doubt, he looked up and smiled.

"True enough."

"With one foot practically in the grave, whether I live a few years more or fewer makes little difference. If this skill truly possesses the legendary abilities described, then in the future, unless a new Supreme arises, the Taixu Sword Sect could secure its place in the Central Earth Seven States for a thousand, even ten thousand years of unwavering strength!"

Imagining someday having an army of dozens or even hundreds of Void Realm and God Realm Grandmasters sealed beneath the cave.

Should turmoil arise.

Awakened en masse—dozens or hundreds of Grandmasters emerging simultaneously.

The scene would likely strike fear even into Supremes.

Thinking this, Qin Feng couldn’t help but feel thrilled.

"Two senior brothers—" Qin Feng looked toward Nie Yun and Bu Wushuang, intending for the two to use the "Mystical Gate Skill" and ice-seal themselves.

Their days were numbered.

This matter couldn’t afford delay.

Nie Yun and Bu Wushuang understood Qin Feng’s intentions, but they also understood their own condition well.

Nie Yun shook his head, saying, "I don’t have long left—it’s too late for me to go through this. In my final days, I’d rather wander Pengshan County and Anhua County."

"Same for me."

Bu Wushuang echoed him.

They were 305 and 311 years old, already at the terminal limits of their lifespans.

Yet the latter had pushed himself to find and retrieve Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice, relying on sheer willpower. Now that he had returned, with that willpower released, his Essence Qi, vitality, and spirit began rapidly deteriorating.

Bu Wushuang knew his time was slipping away.

Rather than ice-sealing himself and potentially falling into eternal slumber without awakening, he would rather spend his final days traveling.

Nie Yun felt the same.

He too sensed his days were few; for years, his only wish had been for Bu Wushuang to return. Now that the day had come, his life carried none of the weight of unfinished resolutions.

The Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Ice was precious.

He had no desire to waste it on a dying tree like himself.

Chen Jichuan listened, remaining silent for a long moment.

He understood well, the "Mystical Gate Skill" boasted the ability to sidestep cycles of reincarnation, but for Nie Yun and Bu Wushuang, whose lifespans barely exceeded a year, using it might indeed condemn them to eternal slumber.

Thus, he refrained from persuading them.

"Senior brothers—"

Qin Feng, hearing their decision, saw the excitement on his face fade swiftly into stillness, his mood sinking into silence.

Moments slipped by.

Scenes from years past swept through his mind like phantoms—

The three of them, brothers in arms, exploring the Jianghu together.

Learning martial arts, honing skills.

Love and hatred, joy and sorrow.

All those decades, how many stories had entwined them?

Quarrels and separations.

Reconciliations and shared journeys.

Together building the Taixu Sword Sect into its current glory.

Recruiting Chen Jichuan, an unparalleled prodigy.

Through time’s currents, glimpses emerged of Taixu Sword Sect flourishing under Chen Jichuan’s leadership, reclaiming its former prestige.

But alas.

His two senior brothers would not live to see that day.

...

On the morrow.

Nie Yun and Bu Wushuang hired a carriage, departing Pengshan City, journeying through Pengshan and Anhua Counties, passing through towns and witnessing the prosperity of the people and the disciplined might of the local militia—radiating vigor, pride, and strength.

Smiles adorned their faces.

The reservoir of memories overflowed their hearts.

By early June.

A slow-moving carriage rolled along the official road of Anhua County, containing two old men seated face-to-face, smiles etched on their features, yet their eyes never opened again.

...

June 16th.

Ten days after the passing of Nie Yun and Bu Wushuang.

Grandmaster Qin Feng oversaw their affairs, then entered the depths of the Ten Thousand Scroll Cave, activating the "Mystical Gate Skill" and ice-sealing himself in the subterranean darkness.

With this.

The Taixu Sword Sect was left with only Chen Jichuan as its sole Void Realm Grandmaster, ushering in a new Chapter.

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