bioinnovel Chapter 207 Two or five years later
Chapter 207 Two or five years later
Two thousand five hundred years later.
Inside the secret realm.
Countless illusory images of ancient green trees sprouted from the void, their branches winding like dragons, instantly transforming the world into the Azure Emperor's Netherworld Domain. Each leaf exuded the spiritual energy of the wood, as heavy as the earth, imprisoning space, and carrying with it an endless, eroding vitality.
The peerless young man in white held a long sword and dodged the attacking branches at high speed in this world of monsters. After all the escape routes were blocked, the long sword in his hand burst out with a dazzling light.
The sword light was not dazzling, but it carried an aura of absolute annihilation, severing all cycles of life. Where the sword light passed, the surging wood spirit energy and the wildly growing green wood phantoms were as if their life force had been severed from their very foundation by an invisible blade. They withered, weathered, and dissipated instantly, leaving behind a straight, void passage that pointed directly at the handsome and elegant Qing Xuanzi high in the sky.
Qing Xuanzi smiled slightly, and a cyan lightning arc shot out from his fingertip.
Yi Wood Divine Thunder - The Cycle of Birth and Death!
The arc of lightning expanded as soon as it left his hand, transforming into a cyan lightning dragon with clearly visible scales and claws, roaring as it crashed into the black and white sword light.
Rumbling--
The thunder dragon was constantly slashed and dissipated by the sword light, but with each bit of dissipation, purer wood spirit energy was generated from it, condensing again and endlessly.
Seeing this, Gu Yan struck again with his sword.
This sword strike was no longer aimed at life, but at the very law of life and death, the cycle of life and death! The sword light was ethereal and unpredictable, as if it existed simultaneously in the past, present, and future.
Boom—
The entire space was reduced to nothingness in the shockwave.
The peerless youth in white robes, his body crackling with four-colored divine lightning, instantly appeared before Qing Xuanzi. His speed was so fast that Qing Xuanzi raised an eyebrow, finally revealing a faint hint of surprise. He no longer remained stationary, but instead raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and clenched his fist in the air, conjuring a gleaming green sword in his hand.
Gu Yan emitted a dazzling azure light from his entire body, and behind him appeared numerous illusory images of ancient azure wood. The "Azure Emperor's Longevity Technique" within his body was activated to its limit, and his sword energy transformed into an ancient azure dragon. The azure dragon was unstoppable and its power was awe-inspiring. Its desolate and ancient dragon roar resounded through the void, shook the heavens and earth, and annihilated the dead.
Qing Xuanzi smiled slightly, and with a slash of his sword, the sword energy condensed into an ancient azure dragon. The dragon extended its claws, growing larger with the wind, instantly transforming into a dragon that stretched across the sky. Its body was covered with azure scales, each scale engraved with primordial Dao patterns; beneath its claws, azure Yi Wood True Fire burned fiercely, scorching the void and incinerating all laws; its pair of dragon eyes were like two great azure suns, reflecting the cycle of birth and death of the vast world.
Boom—
The terrifying impact echoed continuously, and Gu Yan groaned as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His injuries healed quickly; in fact, he didn't care about his injuries at all as he charged towards Qing Xuanzi, and as before, he ended up suffering a crushing defeat.
Even though his strength had reached the Golden Immortal stage, he was still no match for Qing Xuanzi.
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The courtyard is elegant.
Rows of slender bamboo stand sparsely, their stalks a serene dark green, speckled with tear-like purplish-brown spots, exuding a refined and elegant air. The delicate, verdant bamboo leaves, layered upon layered, filter the sunlight into a hazy green mist.
In the center of the courtyard is a small pond. The water is crystal clear and shallow, with many dark and white pebbles arranged in a simple yin-yang symbol on the bottom. Several red carp, no more than a finger's length, swim leisurely among the pebbles. With a flick of their tails, they create soft ripples that gently disperse the yin-yang symbol on the bottom of the pond before gathering again.
Gu Yan and Qing Xuanzi sat facing each other, playing chess. The secret realm, after being ravaged by them, had long since returned to its original state.
Qing Xuanzi placed a white piece down and suddenly said:
"I'm going into seclusion for a while."
"Seclusion? If you're going into seclusion, what am I supposed to do?" Gu Yan asked.
"What are you going to do? You're not a newborn baby anymore. Do you expect me to take care of you every day?" Qing Xuanzi said with amusement.
"Isn't this a bit too sudden?" Gu Yan said, placing a black piece on the chessboard.
"You have been here for two thousand five hundred years," Qing Xuanzi said.
"What? It's been that long?" Gu Yan was shocked.
Two thousand five hundred years! He actually stayed in the secret realm for that long. He was constantly being beaten until he reached his limit, then he'd fall unconscious, only to wake up and be beaten again. His strength had indeed increased rapidly, and Gu Yan hadn't really paid attention to the time, only feeling that it had been quite a while. But she hadn't expected it to be this long—two thousand five hundred years!!
"I'm tired of being with you for so long, and you're probably fed up with this old man too. Alright, you can leave now," Qing Xuanzi said.
Qing Xuanzi stood up and looked at Gu Yan, who was still in a daze:
"You can leave now. The seal on the Purple Mansion has been broken, and you can go wherever you want from now on."
His white robes fluttered, and a misty fog appeared around him.
Against a backdrop resembling an ink painting, Qing Xuanzi exudes unparalleled charm.
Gu Yan found that the distance between them was growing further and further. In just a few breaths, Qing Xuanzi disappeared into the misty fog. When he came to his senses, he found himself outside the secret realm.
In the empty corridor, a stunningly handsome young man in white stared blankly at the tightly closed lattice door in front of him. The lattice door was painted with landscape paintings, and white gauze curtains printed with flowers hung all around. A breeze blew from somewhere, stirring the young man's robes.
His eyes were fixed on the tightly closed door without blinking.
Was he kicked out?
Qing Xuanzi banished him from the secret realm.
Having been brutally beaten for over two thousand years, he should have wanted to escape this hell of suffering long ago, but now he has stood there for a long time without moving an inch.
A presence appeared behind her, but Gu Yan did not turn around.
An old man in a wide robe, holding a whisk, looked at the boy a few steps away.
The handsome, flawless young man hung his head, looking dejected, like a kitten that had been kicked out of its home.
They looked so pitiful.
The old man looked at the boy, marveling at his improved appearance and shocked by his astonishingly rapid progress in strength.
However, to have cultivated from the True Immortal stage to the Golden Immortal stage in just 2,500 years, even with the guidance of the Ancestor, is still too terrifying.
With such a perfect face and such terrifying talent, how much does God favor him?
Even Xiao Yu, the master of the Wood Spirit Palace, was jealous.
"Fellow Daoist, why are you spacing out again?" Xiao Yu asked with a smile.
Gu Yan turned around and bowed to Xiao Yu, saying, "Greetings, Senior."
"You're too kind, fellow Daoist," Xiao Yu said with a smile.
"Senior Qing said he was going into seclusion and kicked me out. How long is he going into seclusion?" Gu Yan asked.
"If even you, fellow Daoist, don't know, how would I know?" Xiao Yu said.
Gu Yan lowered his head and thought for a moment. He had been out for so long, it was time to go home. But before going home, there were a few things he needed to do. He looked at Xiao Yu, cupped his hands, and said, "Senior, I have something to ask of you."
"Fellow Daoist has been favored by the Ancestor, your future is limitless. There's no need to call me senior, just call me fellow Daoist." Xiao Yu was very polite to Gu Yan.
"No, no, I'm only a Golden Immortal, you're a Celestial King. How about I call you Palace Master Xiao? Palace Master Xiao, are you free?" Gu Yan asked.