Two Hundred Years
"Among the sixty-four Iron Lotus Seed, there are sixty-four Innate Scattered Character, forming a system of its own."
"We still need to find a way to get our hands on the remaining thirty-two Iron Lotus Seed before Chunshen Realm is merged into the Ancient Sorrow Continent. Only then can we be sure of success. Even if we can't get the words in the future, at least we will have a path to immortality to take and a path to comprehend the secrets of the Great Dao."
Lu Qingfeng grabbed one of the thirty-two Iron Lotus Seed and sensed the complex and mysterious energy within it. The seventy-four Acquired Scattered Character in his soul kept flashing with Radiance, among which more than ten of the Radiance were stronger and more in harmony with the energy in the Iron Lotus Seed.
They are drawn to each other.
Only.
Even so, Lu Qingfeng held the Iron Lotus Seed, his mind still a complete Chaos.
"Not enough."
"My level is too low, and I have mastered too few acquired Acquired Scattered Character. I am still a few steps away from comprehending the even more profound Innate Scattered Character."
My clone has been in the Chunshen Realm for a thousand years.
The original body has been in the Chunshen Realm for five hundred years.
Finding the Acquired Scattered Character is difficult.
However, times have changed, and the sword clone has transformed into the Primordial Spirit True One of the Mount Yu Sect, Zhenyi, a direct disciple of the True Immortal Ancestor.
"There are many ways to obtain the Acquired Scattered Character!"
Lu Qingfeng smiled inwardly.
And.
By probing the attitude of the Mount Yu Sect, we can also indirectly learn about the attitudes of the immortal sects and Demon Sect in the Chunshen Realm, which will give us more options for action.
Thoughts shift.
The vast Sea of No Delusion.
On the Sunlit Island, in the eastern border region, a handsome young man dressed in a yellow shirt strode out, soared into the sky, and headed straight for Dongxiang Province.
It is not far away.
On Tranquil Island.
Another burly man in a gray shirt, exuding an aura of desolation, also headed towards Dongxiang Province.
Southern border.
Liuguang Island.
A majestic general clad in armor rode the wind and waves, heading straight for the East Submerging Continent.
It is not far away.
Golden Rainbow Island.
There was a strange and wicked young man, whose figure flickered like a ghost, and whose target was also East Submerging Continent.
On an island not far from Whitehead Island.
The long-haired man's face was mostly obscured, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes. A strange aura emanated from him, almost imperceptible. With a swift movement, a surge of Blood Qi and a sweeping demonic wind erupted as he headed east towards East Sinking Island.
Beside Whitehead Island.
Lu Qingfeng meditated and cultivated, multitasking, focusing his main energy on the Blackwater Mountain in the Southern Borderlands.
A beam of light came from afar and landed outside Blackwater Mountain.
Beside the Blackwater Pool.
Lu Qingfeng opened his eyes, a smile on his face, "I was just sitting at home when this Scattered Character came knocking on my door."
He immediately got up.
They went out to greet them.
Time passes.
Lu Qingfeng's true form cultivates in the Sea of No Delusion.
Achieve the Golden Core.
Advancing towards the Primordial Spirit Realm. The Acquired Scattered Character Spirit Nurturing, Innate Scattered Character are constantly comprehended, resulting in extremely rapid progress in cultivation.
As for the 'Three Radiance Heavenly Xin Swords' clone—
He joined the Mount Yu Sect and took charge of the Blackwater Mountain.
He became famous in one battle when he opened up the cave abode.
First, it attracted many Primordial Spirit cultivators from the Mount Yu Sect to come to the door, partly to befriend Lu Qingfeng, a True Immortal disciple, and partly to seek out the Divine Thunder Pellet and Thunderclap Pellet.
Each of the various divine thunderbolts has its own unique uses.
For example, 'Iceflame Cold Thunder' can freeze everything, and even the Bloodspring Sect's Blood Shadow Grand Method is restrained.
For example, the 'Flintfire Divine Thunder' is particularly effective against Yin Demons, and even Blood Shadow of the Bloodspring Sect would find it difficult to withstand.
There are also the 'Heavenly-Origin Thunderclap Pellet', 'Azure Thunder Pellet', 'Secret Demon Yin Thunder', 'Nine Child-Mother Thunder Pearl', etc., all of which are extremely powerful and mysterious.
The Mount Yu Sect and the Bloodspring Sect held sway over the East Sinking Continent.
The Bloodspring Sect's Devil Cultivation Method are bizarre; having divine lightning by one's side provides an extra layer of protection.
Therefore, many people sought it, and the area in Blackwater Mountain was bustling with activity.
The Acquired Scattered Character are rare and precious, but most cultivators of the Mount Yu Sect who are at the Nascent Primordial Spirit stage possess a few of them.
If one has no means of obtaining the "Iceflame Cold Thunder" or "Flintfire Divine Thunder" in exchange for the acquired Acquired Scattered Character, not only will one have to exhaust one's words, but one must also be careful that others may obtain them and use them against one.
However, once one joins the Mount Yu Sect and becomes a disciple of the True Immortal Ronghong, this worry will be eliminated.
In addition, those Primordial Spirit cultivators were intentionally trying to befriend them.
As a result, Lu Qingfeng's number of Acquired Scattered Character increased rapidly.
Originally, it took five hundred years to obtain seventy-four Acquired Scattered Character, but now, in just one hundred years, as many as one hundred and twelve have been obtained in Blackwater Mountain alone.
It's good to have a big tree to lean on for shade.
This is absolutely true.
And it's not just about the Acquired Scattered Character.
Lu Qingfeng could easily obtain all the cultivation resources he needed at the Golden Core Realm within the Mount Yu Sect. To increase the Law Power of his clones, he only needed a sufficient amount of Spirit Stone, Primordial Yang Pill, and Pure Yang Pill.
The Pure Yang Pill contains a trace of Pure Yang and can only be refined by Mahayana True Immortal or an eighth-level Alchemist.
Lu Qingfeng couldn't get it or afford it.
However, Spirit Stone and Primordial Yang Pill can be obtained by refining pills and crafting weapons, and can be exchanged for items such as 'Iceflame Cold Thunder' and 'Flintfire Divine Thunder', or can be refined by oneself.
Therefore.
The clone also resides in Blackwater Mountain, rarely venturing out. It focuses solely on accumulating resources and refining restrictions to enhance its strength.
Ten years.
Century.
In the blink of an eye.
Two hundred years have passed.
Ancient Sorrow Continent.
Min River Dragon Palace.
In the side courtyard, Ao Le had long hair tied with a white ribbon, wore a snow-white silk dress, and had a long white silk tassel tied around her waist to accentuate her figure.
Sitting on the stool.
His gaze was fixed on the sky, his eyes somewhat vacant, as if he were lost in thought.
A chubby-faced child, only knee-high to Ao Le, had bright, dark eyes that were incredibly intelligent. Watching Ao Le's appearance, the child's eyes darted around.
Thump thump thump!
He turned around and ran barefoot into the side hall.
Not long after.
Thump thump thump.
Then, with its short legs, it ran out of the side hall, its chubby little hands clutching a painting.
He ran up to Ao Le, tilted his head back, and called out in a simple and honest voice, "Auntie, Auntie."
Ao Le was lost in thought.
"Aunt, Aunt."
The little guy jumped up and down, and his silly voice got a bit louder.
Ao Le then came to his senses, looked down, and saw his nephew jumping around anxiously. He couldn't help but smile and ask, "Jun'er, what's wrong?"
Ao Jun held up the scroll in his hand, blinked his big eyes, and said, "Jun'er has brought out Uncle's portrait. Aunt misses Uncle, so looking at it more often will make you feel better."
The little guy stretched out his arms as hard as he could, but he was too small and the scroll could not be fully unfurled.
However, even from the looseness, one can still see within the scroll—
She wore a blue robe, her hair tied up, and her eyebrows were painted beautifully.
It is serene and elegant, with a refreshing and refined air.
Anyone who sees him will exclaim, "How handsome is this young man!"
Ao Le looked down, saw the person in the painting, reached out and took it, unfolding it, his face beaming with a smile, completely unaware of what was happening.
Ao Jun looked up at him.
He would glance at his aunt every now and then, then jump up to look at the person in the painting, and then follow behind with a silly grin.
"You two, aunt and niece, are laughing so happily, is there something good happening?"
Outside the side hall.
A young man dressed in Golden Light armor strode in, his voice preceding his arrival.
"Father."
Upon seeing this, Ao Jun quickly suppressed his smile and bowed respectfully. Despite his young age and height, barely reaching his knees, his manners were remarkably proper.
Ao Le looked up and saw the golden-armored youth enter.
"Third Brother."
He called out.
Slowly rolling up the scroll in his hand, he freed his hands and helped Ao Jun up. He shook his head at the person who came and said, "Jun'er is still young, Third Brother, please don't be too strict with him."
Someone come here.
It was none other than Ao Lie, the third prince of the Min River Dragon Palace.
Seven hundred years later.
When Lu Qingfeng entered Chunshen Realm, Ao Lie was still unmarried. Unexpectedly, seven hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he has already married and had children in one go.
I'll come back later.
They'll definitely be shocked.
"If a child is raised but not taught, it is the father's fault."
"Precisely because they are still young, they need to be taught well."
Ao Lie, once a carefree and unrestrained man, has become quite dignified since becoming a father. He stepped forward and sat down beside Ao Le, his gaze sweeping over the scroll in Ao Le's hands, and smiled, "Thinking about Guangyuan again?"
"Um."
Ao Le pulled Ao Jun, who seemed somewhat afraid of his father and appeared reserved and taciturn, and rubbed Ao Jun's chubby little head, saying, "Jun'er, go play in the palace first."
"Yes."
"Father, Aunt, Jun'er takes his leave."
Ao Jun bowed respectfully to Ao Lie and Ao Le before turning and walking into the side hall. He walked with great poise, no longer daring to skip and jump as he had before.
Ao Le shook his head again upon seeing this.
However, Ao Lie didn't take it seriously, so she didn't try to persuade him further.
"Third Brother."
"When you go back this time, let Jun'er stay with me for a while longer."
Ao Le held the scroll and looked at Ao Lie.
"Alright."
"Your palace is so cold and desolate. If I had known this would happen, I should have let Guangyuan have a child with you back then, and then it wouldn't have been too late to go to the Chunshen Realm."
Ao Lie spoke in a loud voice.
Ao Le listened.
A slight smile appeared on his lips, but he remained silent.
"Third Brother misspoke."
Seeing this, Ao Lie realized he had spoken out of turn, but he laughed loudly and said, "However, Third Brother just went to see Father and has good news. Would you like to hear it?"
"Good news?"
Ao Le looked at Ao Lie and blinked.
"Ha ha!"
Ao Lie laughed heartily, not keeping anyone in suspense, and pointed to the Outer Dao, saying, "According to news from the Sorrow River, within fifty years at most, the Chunshen Realm will be completely merged into the Ancient Sorrow Continent. Currently, the Three Dragon Palaces and the Ancient Sorrow Heavenly Court are all preparing for war. My Min River Dragon Palace will also dispatch troops to obey the orders of the Sorrow River. In a few decades, we will enter the territory of Chunshen. At that time, the great battle will be far more intense than the Demon Marshes in the south."
Ao Lie spoke, his eyes gleamed with fighting spirit, yet also held a hint of worry.
Ao Le, however, paid no attention to it.
Or rather...
She didn't hear the last few sentences at all; all she could hear and think was the phrase, "Fifty years later, the Chunshen Realm will be merged into the Ancient Sorrow."
He was stunned for a moment.
Only after Ao Lie stopped speaking did she come to her senses, her eyes showing surprise and delight. "So, my husband will be able to return to Ancient Sorrow at most fifty years?"
"My husband, my husband."
"You silly girl, you only care about that boy from Guangyuan."
Ao Lie feigned anger and said, "Guangyuan will be back in at most fifty years, and you're already so concerned. Your third brother will be fighting in Chunshen in at most fifty years, dying in a hundred battles, and you haven't shown him a single word of concern."
Ao Le's eyes were full of joy.
Upon hearing this,
Turning her head to look at Ao Lie, she saw that her third brother was also looking at her, but there was no anger on his face, instead he was grinning.
As his joy faded, Ao Le frowned and said, "The battlefield is dangerous. How could Father allow Third Brother to go and risk his life?"
"Third Brother is the Water Lord of Yun Lake and the Third Prince of the Min River. If he does not set an example when he goes to the Sorrow River to receive orders, wouldn't that discourage the generals of the Min River?"
Ao Lie showed no dissatisfaction.
He knew his father's considerations. As the son of the Dragon King and a rare general commanding troops in the Min River Dragon Palace, if he didn't go, the morale of the people of the Min River would be severely damaged.
The intricacies of this matter are best left unsaid to Human Path.
Seeing Ao Le's worried expression, Ao Lie laughed loudly, "Don't worry. After I go to Chunshen, I will find Guangyuan for you and have him come back to see you immediately. With his talent, more than seven hundred years have passed, and he may have already advanced to the Fourth Realm."
Ao Le looked at his third brother.
"My husband will be back soon, but my third brother is going to Chunshen again."
In a short time.
A mix of joy and sorrow, a bittersweet feeling.