This time, before Xu Yi had finished refining the purest Profound Yellow Essence Qi, he stopped cultivating.
It turned out that Desolate Ancestor had finally awakened.
Ever since Desolate Ancestor had swallowed the life wheels of all the Jianlan Hội elders in one gulp, he had fallen into a deep sleep.
He had slept for nearly two years. If Xu Yi hadn't checked on him from time to time and found that he seemed to be doing fine, he really would have worried that the fellow had slept himself to death.
"Alas, Heaven! Heaven decreed that you, young one, should encounter this old man and thus come upon such a fortuitous opportunity. The heavens have ordained it so—what can mortal strength do?"
Desolate Ancestor still looked like a young boy, but he was much better-looking than before.
His formerly pale, ashen face had become smooth as jade, making him considerably more handsome. In his spotless white Daoist robe, with an air of compassion for all living things, he looked like an otherworldly sage who had attained the Dao.
Xu Yi had never fallen for that act. "Speak plainly."
Desolate Ancestor shot Xu Yi a faint glance. "True scriptures aren't for common folk, and true words aren't passed on to vulgar people. If you can't grasp this old man's true meaning, then—holy crap, you actually dare hit me..."
One sharp knuckle rap from Xu Yi, and the sage who had attained the Dao instantly turned into an edgy teenager.
Xu Yi let him do as he pleased for two days, then brought him up to date. Desolate Ancestor wasn't very interested in anything else, but he was fervently eager to return to Reverse Star Palace and resume being its Desolate Ancestor. If Xu Yi hadn't held him back, he would have