I saw a flash of golden light, and a rainbow shadow cut through the sky, turned into the shape of a golden crow, and shot straight into the sky, disappearing in an instant.
Su Yang looked at the sky, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said to himself, "I didn't lie to him. What I have mastered is indeed not the method of sanctification."
"That is a higher level of road to sacrifice, transcending the way of heaven and above the holy realm."
His smile was meaningful, as if it contained thousands of mysteries.
Empress Houtu, Sect Master Tongtian, and Empress Nuwa looked at each other, and they all covered their lips and smiled.
This Mister Su always likes to leave some room in his words. He seems to be honest, but in fact he hides his edge.
"Obviously I know other methods of enlightenment, but I am still unwilling to reveal it to Daoist Lu Ya, and I even took the double oath of heaven and Inner Demon to keep it secret."
"If you think about it carefully, Su Yang has indeed not mastered the ways to become Saint. What he is taking is that once he breaks through the path of sacrifice, he will not step into Saint, but step into Realm of Sacrificing the Dao."
"After Demon Master Kunpeng and Ancestor Minghe listened, their expressions moved slightly, as if they had some understanding, but also seemed helpless. They looked at each other and sighed softly."
"Immediately, the two of them bowed their heads to Empress Nuwa, Sect Master Tongtian and Empress Houtu. Their bodies swayed and turned into a stream of light, disappearing at the end of the sky."
"Su Yang looked at the direction they were leaving, lightly moved his muscles, and raised his hand to close the door of the inn."
"At that moment, he suddenly noticed that there was a figure sitting still on the stone bench in the distance."
"That man is wearing plain Daoist robes and has a calm face. He is Zhenyuanzi."
"Su Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a wave of excitement in his heart."
"If you come here for the method of enlightenment," he said, "Then I can only tell you the truth: I have no other method to teach you except the way of sacrifice."
"Zhenyuanzi heard this and shook his head slightly."
"It's not about this." His voice was low and clear.
"After he finished speaking, he straightened his robes and bowed deeply to Su Yang, showing the utmost respect."
"This scene made the three people present stunned. Nuwa's eyes flashed slightly, Sect Master Tongtian's eyebrows moved slightly, and Houtu also showed a strange look on his face."
"Zhenyuanzi is one of the oldest quasi-sages among Primordial World. Ancestor of Earthly Immortals is in charge of the fragments of Earth Book and protects Ginseng Fruit Tree forever."
"His name resounds throughout the three realms, and his prestige is unparalleled. Now he actually bows his head to a person and performs this great ceremony?"
"Su Yang looked slightly condensed and quickly stepped aside to avoid it."
"The Great Immortal's move is too much. If you have something to say, just say it outright. Why is it necessary?"
"The word 'Great Immortal'," Zhenyuanzi slowly raised his head with a sincere look, "Zhenyuanzi wouldn't dare to take it seriously in front of Mister Su."
"Sir, please just call me by my name."
"As for me staying here, I don't want to achieve enlightenment or seek immortality, I just want to ask a question."
"Su Yang was silent for a moment, nodded and said: 'You say.'"
"I once had a close friend named Hongyun the Daoist." Zhenyuanzi spoke in a low voice, as if recounting a dusty past event.
"A few days ago, I retrieved the last remnant soul of Hong Yun from the hands of Ancestor Styx."
"As he spoke, he took out a simple jade bottle from his arms and stroked the bottle with his fingertips, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping spirit inside."
"But no matter what secret techniques I use and how much mana I use, I can't revive it."
"The soul thread is about to be broken, and the consciousness has been dispersed... I am helpless."
"Mister Su, is there any other way to bring Hongyun the Daoist back to the world?"
"If you can lend a helping hand, Zhenyuanzi will be willing to listen to you from now on without any hesitation."
After saying these words, Su Yang was slightly surprised.
He never thought that Zhenyuanzi's obsession with Hongyun the Daoist went so deep.
A promise is almost equivalent to making an oath, willing to follow you, and all you want is an answer: Su Yang whether he has mastered the method of resurrection.
Looking at Zhenyuanzi's determined eyes, Su Yang chuckled.
"You and Hong Yun are just close friends, but you have devoted yourself to this person. It is really rare."
He exhaled slowly, his voice low and clear. "Hong Yun It is a great blessing to have such a close friend like Zhenyuanzi in this life."
"Sir, your words are serious." Zhenyuanzi lowered his head slightly, his tone gentle but without any loss of determination, "Please tell me if there is any feasible solution?"
"Yes." Su Yang nodded, his smile getting thicker, "There is indeed a way to resurrect Hong Yun."
Before he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to the door of the inn, raised his sleeves and robe, and a force filled the air, and the door closed with a sound, sealing tightly.
Then, he looked Zhenyuanzi squarely in the face and said in a solemn tone, "Your reputation is known to all three worlds. I believe in you once."
"If you sincerely trust me, please hand over the last ray of soul of Hong Yun to me."
He said quietly, "I will use all means to help you fulfill your wish."
Hearing this, Zhenyuanzi took a deep breath, bowed his hands, and made a big salute. "In that case, I'll leave it to Mister Su."
The next moment, he took out the jade bottle he carried with him and handed it out without hesitation. There was no hesitation or any intention of being defensive.
Su Yang took the jade bottle and felt a slight movement in his heart, but it didn't show on his face.
He just said calmly, "That method is extremely secret, and you need to enter the small world I created before it can be carried out."
"While I'm away, please take care of this inn for me."
After saying this, he held the jade bottle tightly, and under the gazes of Empress Nuwa, Sect Master Tongtian, Empress Houtu and Zhenyuanzi, he disappeared in a flash.
In fact, he had already figured it out, since no one knew where he was going, why should he cover it up?
So what's the harm in saying it's a return to the world of self-creation?
The figure of Su Yang suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed. Sect Master Tongtian and Empress Nuwa were both startled, with unconcealable surprise in their eyes.
"This child left out of thin air again." Nuwa sighed, with a bit of emotion in his tone, "It was the same last time, disappearing without any warning. Even I, as Heavenly Dao Sage, couldn't capture its trajectory." She paused and stared slightly, "His growth rate is eye-popping, but what worries me more is - where is his real limit?"
She looked at the empty space and frowned slightly. "Being able to control one's own Small World is an extraordinary ability. But there is no space fluctuation here, as if he just stepped into another corner."
Sect Master Tongtian pondered for a moment and nodded slowly, "Mister Su acts like a flower in the fog. Now among Primordial World, he has long been the focus of everyone's discussion."
"I'm also curious, what will he be like if he reaches the peak? Has he already touched the legendary Mythical Grand Unity threshold?"
Nuwa shook his head slightly and said in a calm voice, "He once mentioned that the only one among Myriad Worlds who is close to Mythical Grand Unity, named Gu Chensha, relied on his own hard work to get closer step by step."
"In this case, Su Yang is not of the same level. But when he was at his peak, his strength would definitely be no less than that of Desolate Heavenly Emperor, Heavenly Emperor Ye and the like."
Sect Master Tongtian nodded silently and had no objection to this statement.
Houtu stood on the same spot, his eyes lingering on the place where Su Yang disappeared, and a trace of doubt passed through his mind.
Since stepping into Realm of Sacrificing the Dao, her perception of space has become more acute, as if all the power of Twelve Ancestral Witches has been integrated into her body, as well as the auras of Elder Brother and her sister Xuan Ming.
But the void in front of me was eerily calm. There was no tearing, no distortion, not even the smallest ripple in space.
She couldn't help but ask herself: Has he really entered his own little world?
If this is the case, why are there no traces?