Chapter 1090: Devastating the Yama Hall One (1/2)

Chapter 1090: Devastating the Yama Hall (One)

All the experts of the Tyrant’s Blade School became utterly astounded when they heard this story that was sounded like a fairytale. Their horizons had been broadened.

“The founder really is remarkable to know such a heaven-defying technique.” All the experts began to curry up to him. All of them felt extremely emotional. Their founder had actually revived and could masterfully wield the Emperor Armament. This was a blessing for the protector clan.

Many of them could even see a future where the Tyrant’s Blade School would surpass the nine other protector clans.

“My nine other good friends chose the same method as me to be revived. Has there been any disturbances with the nine other protector clans lately?” Guihai Yidao questioned.

“Founder, it has all been peaceful with the nine other protector clans. It’s just that an unprecedented genius has appeared in the Changyang clan, reaching Saint King in less than a hundred years,” the elderly great elder politely replied.

Guihai Yidao snapped open his eyes as he thought inside, “He really is an unprecedented genius to reach Saint King in less than a hundred years. He would be a genius even in the Saints’ World. Though, I feel like he can’t be that friend of mine.”

Guihai Yidao sat in silence for a while before he then said, “I’ve only just reached Saint King. All of you leave. I need to go into seclusion over the next period of time and recover my strength from before as soon as possible.”

“Yes, founder!” All the experts of the protector clan replied together before slowly leaving.

Soon after that, the World Gate of the Tyrant’s Blade School closed, completely cutting off all connection from the Tian Yuan Continent. The revival of the founding ancestor was an extremely important matter to the protector clan. To prevent it from being leaked, they sealed the entire realm, just in case there was anyone who wanted to harm the founding ancestor before he recovered his strength.

A small valley that barely anyone knew about existed at the edge of the Cross Mountains. The entire valley was covered by a faint barrier, while simple and honest villagers lived their lives there. They farmed for their own food, passing their days steadily and away from worldly affairs.

Today, a Space Gate suddenly appeared outside the barrier in the quiet little valley. The white-clothed Jian Chen emerged with the black-robed Hei Yu, before entering the valley.

The barrier outside the valley was used to repel attacks from magical beasts, so the two of them easily passed through it.

Longevity Valley seemed the same as before. Jian Chen made his way down the familiar path of the village. A few farmers in the fields saw Jian Chen. They greeted him enthusiastically, while Jian Chen responded with a smile and some light responses.

Jian Chen found uncle Xiu Mi in the village spinning a new wicker basket. Half of Xiu Mi’s hair had already turned gray since the last time Jian Chen saw him, even his eyebrows had grayed a little.

“Jian Chen, you’ve finally returned.” Xiu Mi was not surprised at all with Jian Chen’s return. He stopped what he was doing, dusted off his hands, and stood up.

“Uncle Xiu Mi, your hair…” Surprise and doubt filled Jian Chen’s eyes as he stared at Xiu Mi’s white hair.

Xiu Mi freely smiled, “It’s nothing. I’m just approaching the end of my life, that’s all.”

Jian Chen’s heart trembled when he heard that. He said, “Uncle Xiu Mi, what did you say? You’re approaching the end of your life? How much more time do you have?”

“Heaven Saint Masters only have a thousand years of life. I’ve lived for more than a thousand years already. If it weren’t for the ten-thousand-year heavenly resources from father, I would have died long ago. I have roughly thirty or forty years left,” Xiu Mi sighed. His face became filled with indescribable melancholy.

“Uncle Xiu Mi, don’t you worry. Before that time, I will do everything I can so you can reach Saint Ruler,” Jian Chen sternly said. When his Saint Weapon had shattered back then, it was uncle Xiu Mi who had brought him to Longevity Valley, thus saving his life. He definitely could not just watch uncle Xiu Mi approach the end of his life.

Xiu Mi shook his head, “Jian Chen, I thank you for your kindness, but don’t waste your efforts. I can never become a Saint Ruler.”

“Impossible. That can never be the case. I will definitely find a way,” Jian Chen swore.

“Jian Chen, he’s congenitally incomplete. He can never reach Saint Ruler,” Hei Yu spoke from beside Jian Chen.