In the Blink of an Eye, He Had Become a Celestial Venerable!

In the Blink of an Eye, He Had Become a Celestial Venerable!

A fruit grew upon the willow branch.

The fruit was the size of a fist, dark green in color. It looked somewhat like an apricot, though slightly larger—a cross between an apple and an apricot.

The next second, the fruit fell on its own and landed in Su Mu's hand.

Holding it in his palm, he could feel its weight. It weighed at least a hundred jin, and he could sense within it a pure, vast energy.

He took a hard bite and easily bit through it.

The flesh was tender. As it entered his mouth, a rich, strange fragrance flooded his nostrils. Then, the pulp transformed into a stream of pure power that flowed down Su Mu's esophagus and spread throughout his body.

Sensing the unusual change, Su Mu quickly devoured the entire fruit.

Then he sat down on the ground and began meditating, guiding his spiritual power to continuously sort through the immense force rampaging through his fleshly body.

In an instant, Su Mu abruptly opened his eyes, specks of Immortal Light brewing within his pupils.

The power of his Divine Sense began to surge uncontrollably!

With his Divine Sense fully unleashed, he could perceive every rustle of grass and stir of wind within a two-kilometer radius. Compared to before, its range had doubled! Yes, you read that right—after doubling, it was only two kilometers!

Previously, with his Divine Sense fully unleashed, he could only perceive things within a one-kilometer radius.

For some reason, even after Su Mu's cultivation had reached the Half-Step Transformation Spirit Realm, his Divine Sense could still only reach one kilometer. That had left him deeply depressed.

Was the Transformation Spirit Realm really this weak?

Wasn't it said that once a Transformation Spirit Realm cultivator unleashed their Divine Sense, it could extend for a million kilometers and perceive every stir of wind and grass within that vast range? Yet when it came to him, once he unleashed his Divine Sense, he could only sense a one-kilometer stretch of this river!!

He was beginning to suspect that he had cultivated some fake immortality.

Now, after eating this spirit fruit, he could clearly feel that his Divine Sense had surged dozens of times over, yet its actual perceptive range had only expanded by two kilometers.

Forget it, forget it. There was no point dwelling on it. This river was far too strange. Once he saved up enough Favor Points and refined this river, he would be able to leave this bizarre damned place.

"Any more?"

"How about another one?"

Su Mu asked the willow tree.

He could sense that this willow tree definitely possessed intelligence. Otherwise, it would not have made this series of moves.

The willow branches swayed, as if saying there were no more.

That was fine too. Now he had a treasure tree. Not only did it bear spirit fruits for him to eat, but he could also lie beneath it for an afternoon nap and enjoy the shade.

Su Mu picked up the hoe and sickle in front of the Stone House, put on his bamboo hat, rolled up his trouser legs, and began his patrol.

At this moment, in the Spirit Realm.

"Greetings, Han Celestial Venerable."

"Greetings, Han Celestial Venerable."

Below the grand hall of Azure Origin Palace, more than a dozen mighty cultivators with powerful auras knelt in salute before the imposing man seated upon the throne above.

The man on the throne wore a purple-gold python robe. Majesty was etched between his brows, and even as he simply sat there, a faint aura of the Dao gathered around him.

No one below the hall dared meet his gaze.

"Rise."

Only after the imposing man's words fell did those mighty experts slowly rise.

"I already know your intentions."

"Now that the situation in the Spirit Realm has stabilized, I will return to you the territories that originally belonged to you."

As soon as those words were spoken, the dozen or so mighty experts below exchanged looks, scarcely daring to believe it.

After Han Celestial Venerable unified the Spirit Realm, he became the sole Tribulation Transcendence Stage cultivator and was revered by the world as the Celestial Venerable.

These twelve had once all been supreme figures of the Spirit Realm, each ruling over a region. Beneath one person and above ten thousand, they had later submitted in order to preserve their lives when Han Celestial Venerable established the position of Celestial Venerable.

The twelve of them had come today specifically to celebrate Han Celestial Venerable's birthday.

Yet why had Han Celestial Venerable said such a thing?

If Han Celestial Venerable returned the territories of the twelve of them to their hands, would that not be equivalent to dividing up the Spirit Realm he had unified under his sole rule once more?

"Han Celestial Venerable, you jest."

"We have long since submitted to you. A thousand years have now passed, and we harbor absolutely no disloyal thoughts. We beg you, Celestial Venerable, to retract this order!"

With that, the twelve knelt again in fearful sincerity.

They thought Han Celestial Venerable was deliberately testing them, so they hastily declared their loyalty.

In truth, after a thousand years of submission, they had long since lost any disloyal intentions. They sincerely followed Han Celestial Venerable.

Seeing this, Han Xiaopao chuckled. "You misunderstand. I am not testing you."

"Before long, I will leave the Spirit Realm."

"You have followed me for a thousand years, and most of your descendants are my disciples. I can rest easy returning the Spirit Realm to you."

Upon hearing that.

The twelve raised their heads, their expressions frozen as they thought of something.

"Could it be... the Immortal Venerable is about to ascend?!"

They knew very well that the Celestial Venerable had cultivated to the pinnacle of this world. A thousand years ago, he had already become invincible in the Spirit Realm and reached the Tribulation Transcendence Realm.

"Perhaps."

In truth, Han Xiaopao did not know whether he could successfully ascend. During the thousand years since reaching the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, he had never dared take that step.

His personality, coupled with his cautious nature, had made him hesitate for a long time. He had also lain low and accumulated strength for a long time.

After a thousand years of accumulation, he felt that he could finally attempt that step. So long as he successfully transcended the tribulation, he would be able to ascend to the Upper Realm.

He knew clearly that although he was invincible in this world, he always felt that on the long road of cultivation, he had only traveled a small stretch.

If he remained here, perhaps his upper limit would be fixed forever.

He wanted to pursue that supreme peak, so he had to leave this world and go to a higher one.

A frog at the bottom of a well, if it could not leap out of the well's mouth, would forever see only a limited patch of sky. A little insect upon dead branches and fallen leaves would likewise never discover the vastness and beauty of the world.

Therefore, he had already made up his mind to leave.

But before he left, he had to settle the Spirit Realm properly. Only then could he face the tribulation and ascend without worry.

"Congratulations, Celestial Venerable, on ascending to the Upper Realm!"

The twelve offered their heartfelt congratulations as well.

"It is still too early to congratulate me."

"Not at all. We all believe that you, Celestial Venerable, will surely succeed in transcending the tribulation and ascend to the Upper Realm!"

Hearing this, Han Xiaopao merely smiled and said, "If one day you discover that I am no longer here..."

"Then follow my instructions and take over the territories you once governed."

"Maintain the stability of the Spirit Realm."

With that, the twelve answered in unison, "We will certainly not fail the Celestial Venerable's trust!"

"Walk with me."

As he spoke, Han Xiaopao stepped out of the great hall, and the other twelve followed behind him.

The next second, Han Xiaopao arrived at the edge of a cliff.

He sat alone at the cliffside, silent as he gazed into the distant clouds and mist.

The twelve behind him said nothing either, simply waiting quietly.

As Han Xiaopao watched the clouds and mist slowly rise from the mountain ravine, his thoughts seemed to leave his body, and he began to reminisce.

A very, very long time ago—so long ago that even he himself could no longer remember clearly—before he came to this world, he had encountered a mysterious man on a river and entered into a contract with him.

Too much time had passed, and he could no longer quite recall that man's appearance.

But he remembered clearly that he owed him ten treasures.

Yet so much time had passed without any trace of him. Han Xiaopao had even begun to wonder whether it had merely been a dream from back then.

He withdrew his thoughts, rose to his feet, turned to face the twelve, and said solemnly, "What I am about to say, you must remember firmly."

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