Destiny Anchor

Upon hearing Xuanjing's words, Zhang Xuanchen's heart sank.

He sighed and asked again:

"Are there any heavenly materials and earthly treasures that could help Little Peach recover or grow?"

Xuanjing thought for a moment and replied, "Yes."

At this moment, the primal strength exhibited by the Myriad Manifestations Returning Origin Peach Tree was only equivalent to Fourth Stage Middle Stage heavenly materials and earthly treasures.

To promote its recovery and enhancement, one can seek out Spirit Soil, Earth Origin Spirit Liquid, Ancient Source Water, and heavenly materials and earthly treasures containing pure life force.

"Okay, I understand."

Zhang Xuanchen nodded and then flew towards Yunhua Immortal City.

Yunhua Immortal City.

At the Teleportation Array.

When everyone saw Zhang Xuanchen approaching, they all bowed and paid their respects.

"We pay our respects to Clan Leader Zhang."

Their voices were respectful, and their faces showed admiration.

In their minds, Nascent Soul True Lord was an old monster who appeared only briefly and never seemed to appear.

But now, this viewpoint has been challenged by the young man before me.

Everyone in the South Sea knows that the Zhang Family has fortuitous opportunity, and that Zhang Xuanchen himself possesses fortuitous opportunity.

But no one dared to steal it.

First, only the Zhang Family can make the Demon-Seeking Pearl.

Secondly, the Zhang Family is too powerful, and now they are protected by a Fourth-tier Peak Grade Clan Protection Array formation. The price to pay for destroying them would be unbearable.

As a result, there was nothing that could be done but let it develop unchecked.

The only one to blame is the Zhang Family for being too good at hiding their true intentions.

Only when it is qualified to stabilize the South Sea will it fully demonstrate its strength.

No, the major powers have not yet been determined, and what the Zhang Family has shown is their full strength.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuanchen simply raised his hand slightly, "Everyone, please rise."

Without saying anything, he stepped into the Teleportation Array.

Handing the Spirit Stone to the Yunhua Immortal City guards, the Yunhua Guard said:

"Heading to Black Dragon Immortal City."

"Yes, Clan Leader!"

The city guards responded and, after everyone had steadied themselves, activated the Formation.

As the light rose, a slight feeling of dizziness followed.

When Zhang Xuanchen opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at Black Dragon Immortal City.

Without alerting anyone, they went straight to the innermost Teleportation Array leading to the Qing Kingdom, and handed over the Spirit Stone again.

Arrived in the territory of the Qing Kingdom, at the Hanhai Royal City.

"Having Teleportation Array is so convenient."

After a moment of reflection, Zhang Xuanchen walked out of the formation.

He walked towards the outskirts of the city, looking around.

More than thirty years have passed.

The place remains unchanged; the streets are still wide, and the Bluestone Slab slabs are polished to a shine by countless footsteps. The shops along the street have changed their signs, but they still sell the same few local specialties of the Hanhai Royal City: a few low-grade Spirit Herb and Spirit Fish.

Reaching a quiet mountain valley, Zhang Xuanchen opened the map given to him by the Immortal Ancestor, which marked the location of Xiaozhai Little Village in Wuhe County.

After looking at it once, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Time flies.

It was already dusk when we arrived at Little Village.

The sky and earth were shrouded in a gray haze, with the sunset taking on a reddish-gray hue.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of decaying leaves and earth into Zhang Xuanchen's nostrils.

Zhang Xuanchen released his Divine Sense and sensed the location of Li Lan and Zhang Qingqing's grave. He flashed to an old locust tree.

Thirty years have passed.

Little Village has long since disappeared.

All that remained before me were ruins swallowed up by weeds and vines.

Only this old locust tree in front of us is still alive.

The tree trunk was struck by lightning and half of it was gone; only a few newly grown branches had a few green leaves.

Zhang Xuanchen stood beside the tree, quietly observing everything before him.

Memories that had been buried in my mind for many years surged back.

Taking a deep breath, when I opened my eyes again, they were already red-rimmed.

Looking at the two graves side by side in front of me.

The tombstones are inscribed with the names of Li Lan and Zhang Qingqing respectively.

The grave mound was covered with burrs and foxtail grass, the grass withering and growing back, growing back and withering again, piling up in a thick layer.

Zhang Xuanchen slowly squatted down as the sky grew completely dark.

The dark gray clouds hung low, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The soft rustling sound of the wind blowing through the wild grass reached my ears.

Zhang Xuanchen sat down in front of the grave.

Cross your legs and straighten your back.

His facial expression was not varied, and there was no obvious grief to be seen.

I just stood there quietly, looking at the two graves in front of me.

After a long silence, Zhang Xuanchen's slightly trembling voice rang out:

"Feel sorry."

His voice was very soft.

After saying it out loud, he felt a little relieved.

Just then, the Xuanjing appeared on his shoulder.

After closing his eyes and sensing for a moment, he looked at Zhang Xuanchen and said:

"Brother Chen, I can extract a trace of cause and effect from their graves."

This is to find the reincarnations of the two women.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xuanchen shrank back.

Looking at the Xuanjing with surprise, he asked:

"Xuanjing, what... what did you say?"

Seeing this, Xuanjing did not hesitate and explained:

"The Divine Ability of 'Destiny Anchor' uses cause and effect, and destiny as its guide, to perceive one's reincarnation."

Xuanjing's voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly clear to Zhang Xuanchen.

"However, you are only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage, and your perception range is at most a million kilometers."

This area is not small.

But the Xuanqiong Realm is too vast, and amidst the sea of people, whether one can sense it depends entirely on fate.

Zhang Xuanchen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, a glimmer of light appeared in them.

"It's better than nothing."

Zhang Xuanchen replied, "Even if we can't recognize them after we find their reincarnations, we can still make up for something."

This will also make things easier for Gou Dan when he's going through his Inner Demon Tribulation.

Even just one line is enough.

Moreover, if Nascent Soul can perceive a million kilometers, what about a Spirit Transformation or Void Refinement?

The world is vast, but one day, we will find it.

"Okay." Xuanjing nodded.

Immediately, the Three Lives Samsara Mirror flew out from between Zhang Xuanchen's eyebrows.

It hangs between two graves.

A white light appeared.

Before long, two streaks of gray light slowly emerged from the grave soil and entered the Three Lives Samsara Mirror.

After resolving the cause and effect, the Samsara Mirror re-entered Zhang Xuanchen's sea of consciousness.

Xuanjing looked at Zhang Xuanchen and smiled:

"It's done. Now it's up to fate."

Zhang Xuanchen nodded, a smile appearing on his face, "Xuanjing, thank you."

"No need to thank me, we're all family, your problems are my problems."

I'm a little tired, I'm going to sleep for three or four days.

The Xuanjing did not respond; it sank into the depths of the sea of consciousness and remained silent.

After saying that, Xuanjing yawned and then entered Zhang Xuanchen's sea of consciousness.

Zhang Xuanchen stood up, standing in the world swallowed by darkness.

After taking one last look and placing some Spirit Fruit Spirit Wine, he turned and flew towards the Hanhai Royal City.

Take the Teleportation Array to the East Sea Dragon Court.

Three days later.

The East Sea Dragon Court.

Zhantian Palace.

In the center of the hall, a magic array with a diameter of nine zhang (approximately 33 meters) slowly rotated.

A young man sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, shirtless, with muscles as if sculpted by a knife and axe, and skin of a deep bronze color, covered with fine black scales, each reflecting a cold, eerie light.

Standing beside him were Long Xuan and Gui Ming.