850 A Pure Hear (1/2)

Surprised, Yun Yang thought to himself, 'Why? Didn't I explain it clearly just now?'

He remained in bewildered silence as the hollow voice asked again, ”Why?”

Yun Yang thought about it and answered, ”Just because. Because each senior is a famed personage, a presence that belongs to the legends. While I am lacking, I'm confident to think that I could be weaved into the legends of Tianxuan as well. I'm human, I'll die too one day.”

”If people were to scavenge pieces of my remains to aid their cultivation after I die… I know that I won't be able to take it. Therefore, I think each senior here is equally intolerant of it,” he continued with a light smile.

”This is why this happens today.”

Having completed his explanation, Yun Yang was startled as he thought to himself, 'Eh? Who spoke just now?'

This was a closed space, wholly isolated from the world. How could there be someone speaking? He had double-checked with his divine senses just now… Who in the world had spoken earlier?

Yun Yang felt chills running through his body. His head lifted abruptly.

Without preamble, a slow sigh could be heard, followed by a wave of sighs. The empty and silent realm was filled with hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of long sighs simultaneously.

Goosebumps wracked Yun Yang violently.

The sound of wind could be heard, but it did not come from Yun Yang's manifestation. Small tornados that were visible to the naked eye appeared and carried the many God's Bones Yun Yang had placed just now towards the God's Graves.

Instantly, the remains had been taken apart in their various graves were completely restored.

It was still the same unhurried voice that spoke after that, ”Young man, thank you… For so many years… someone like you has finally appeared… Destiny toys with us all… but there's finally a sense of kindness…”

”Justice and kindness have never been lacking nor have they fallen asleep in this heaven and earth. They do exist after all… I'm relieved!”

The breeze blew, the clouds drifted apart. There was a strange change in the air and Yun Yang found out with a start that everything he was seeing had transformed within the time it took to snap one's fingers.

The space that had been permeated with an uneasy sense of desolation and abandonment became magnificent and glorious. Cottony clouds surrounded the perimeter as dragons and phoenixes danced around; the atmosphere was majestic and lively.

Lofty palaces stood erect amidst the wisps of clouds. They were obviously from another world.

Shadows buzzed around as if countless silhouettes were present but they vanished at the very next minute. It was like armies of golden-armored soldiers were guarding the eminent palaces that had just appeared.

A piece of cloud drifted over, shape-shifting into an otherworldly elder. The old man was white-bearded and white-haired, the airs of immortality wrapped tightly around him.

Yun Yang's seasoned judgment and experience in cloud manifestation allowed him to instantly discern that the elder's form was completely comprised of cloud and mist. There was nothing tangible, but the essence of it was distinctive from his cloud manifestation.

”Young man, you are certainly formidable,” said the elder's projection in the air, ”I don't know how many years it has been, but this is my first time meeting someone like you. Very good, considerable cultivation base and even more considerable intent.”