Comprehending the Sky-Mending Technique! The Peerless Goddess Emerges from the Painting!

However, as time trickled away, an hour later, the once-silent surroundings of the Stone Pavilion suddenly stirred with wind.

But this wind wasn't the flow of air—it was the ripple of time.

Ao Tong jerked her head up, her lazy eyes showing disbelief for the first time.

There, seated cross-legged on the ground, Ye Xuan was now inexplicably surrounded by drifting specks of crystalline light.

Those specks of light danced and spiraled around him, finally coalescing into mysterious symbols.

They were Time Runes!

And not just any—they were fully arranged and combined, already operating on their own!

"Y-You've already mastered it?"

Ao Tong's red lips parted slightly, her normally placid heart churning with stormy waves.

One hour!

Just one hour!

Not only had he understood those runes, but he was already attempting to construct the Dharma Seal of the Sky-Mending Technique?

"Whoosh—"

At that moment, Ye Xuan let out a long, turbid breath.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, it seemed as if a River of Time flowed deep within his pupils.

His previously weary mental state, at this very moment, eerily reversed, instantly restoring itself to its fullest, peak condition.

"I get it."

Ye Xuan looked at his own hands, where a Time Seal flickered and vanished in his palms.

"So-called sky-mending is just plucking a fragment of past time and overlaying it onto the present state."

"As long as you pinpoint that time node, you can achieve a perfect 'revert.'"

Ye Xuan stood up, grinning at Ao Tong.

"This technique is actually pretty interesting."

The Stone Pavilion fell into dead silence.

Ao Tong stared at Ye Xuan like he was a monster.

She didn't want to speak.

She felt that her tens of thousands of years of cultivation worldview had taken a severe blow.

What kind of monstrous comprehension was this?

Could Chaos Heavy Pupils plus the Innate Human Race physique really be this unreasonable?

"You..."

Ao Tong opened her mouth, but could only let out a helpless sigh, her gaze growing extremely complex.

"Little one, I'm starting to believe that your 'Hundred Year Agreement' wasn't a joke."

"Being your 'big sister' really is quite the pressure."

If he kept growing at this rate, forget a hundred years—maybe in fifty, this kid could actually surpass her.

Ye Xuan chuckled, brushing the dust off his clothes.

"Big sister flatters me. It's all thanks to big sister's good teaching."

He straightened his robes, not rushing to leave, but instead turning to look at the gray, hazy Chaos Small World around him.

Though its laws were complete and its spiritual energy rich—a treasure trove for cultivation—

it was too still.

So still it made one uneasy, so still it felt like a gilded tomb.

Ao Tong had sat here for endless years, keeping company with dust and solitude.

"Big sister."

Ye Xuan turned back, facing that peerlessly elegant Gray-Robed Woman, his voice softening a notch.

"You've sat here for tens of thousands of years. Don't you get bored?"

Ao Tong froze.

Bored?

Maybe she'd long since gotten used to it.

Accustomed to solitude, accustomed to waiting, accustomed to watching the seas change and mulberry fields shift in the outside world while his own remained eternal and unchanging.

"This Sacred Academy is peaceful, but it lacks too much color."

Ye Xuan extended his hand, making an inviting gesture.

"The outside world is splendid."

"There's fine wine, delicious food, prosperous ancient kingdoms, and prodigies striving to cross over."

"Since Sister has awakened, why not come out for a stroll?"

"Don't let yourself truly turn into a statue."

Ao Tong gazed at the hand stretched before her.

It was a young, strong hand, brimming with vitality.

Her eyes grew distant.

Once upon a time, she too had been that spirited, sweeping across the Great Wilderness, slaying all in the world until none dared claim the title of Venerable.

When had she started sealing herself away in this narrow little world?

"Go out... and take a look?" Ao Tong murmured softly.

Her Double Pupils, capable of seeing through ten thousand ages, pierced through layers of mist, seeming to glimpse the sunlight outside and hear the wind beyond.

A long moment passed.

On her peerlessly beautiful face, a relieved smile appeared.

"Alright."

"I've slept so long my bones are nearly rusted."

"It's time to see what the seas and mulberry fields have turned into now."

Ao Tong extended her Delicate Hand and gently placed it on Ye Xuan's palm.

"Hum!"

In that instant.

The gray robe on her body trembled slightly.

The originally plain gray garment actually rippled with a faint layer of immortal light.

Though it was still the same style, it now seemed supremely noble, like the feathered robe of a Nine Heavens Profound Lady.

Her waterfall-like long hair stirred without wind, her skin crystalline as snow, and her entire being radiated a brilliance that made it hard to look directly at her.

The Peerless Goddess stepped out of the painting.

"Let's go, little one."

Ao Tong withdrew her hand, clasped it behind her back, and took a step out of the Stone Pavilion.

"Lead the way."

Outside the gates of the Sacred Academy.

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master was pacing anxiously back and forth like an ant on a hot pan.

Several hours had passed since Ye Xuan went in.

Normally, a few hours were but a snap of the fingers.

But today was different—inside were not only the Ancient Killing Array but also the legendary taboo.

"Why isn't he out yet?"

"Could something have gone wrong?"

The elders also wore worried expressions.

If that Venerable truly fell inside, the Sky-Mending Pavilion would not only lose a powerful ally but might also invite great trouble.

Just as everyone's thoughts were running wild.

"Rumble—"

The tightly shut stone door suddenly let out a dull roar.

Then.

The stone door slowly opened to both sides.

A dense surge of Chaos Qi, mixed with the vicissitudes of time, poured out from the crack.

"He's out!"

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master's spirits lifted. He quickly straightened his robes and stood respectfully before the door to welcome him.

And there, amid the churning mist, Two figures walked out side by side.

The one on the left, robed in white like snow, handsome and spirited, was none other than Ye Xuan.

But when the Sky-Mending Pavilion Master's gaze fell on the figure beside Ye Xuan, his pupils sharply contracted.

It was a woman.

She wore gray robes, walked barefoot, and carried not a speck of dust.

She didn't deliberately release any aura; in fact, she looked like an ordinary mortal woman.

But.

The moment the Sky-Mending Pavilion Master saw her, his soul trembled uncontrollably.

It was an absolute suppression born of Life Level.

Like an ant gazing up at a divine dragon in the heavens above.

That ancient, weathered aura, as if she had walked from the very source of the River of Time, made the Sky-Mending Pavilion Master, a half-step Venerable, go weak in the knees, nearly collapsing to the ground.

"Th-this is..."

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master's mouth hung open, his voice shaking.

He could clearly sense that even the True Gods of the Upper Realm would pale before this woman.

This was a living... supreme Giant!

Ye Xuan watched the terrified Pavilion Master, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He turned to glance at Ao Tong beside him.

At this moment, Ao Tong's beautiful Twin Pupils were slightly narrowed, as if she were breathing in the fresh, vibrant air of the outside world.

Sunlight spilled across her face, gilding her peerless features with a golden edge.

"Pavilion Master."

Ye Xuan spoke, breaking the deathly silence.

"Mission accomplished."

"The trip to the Sacred Academy was fruitful."

"And..."

Ye Xuan pointed at Ao Tong beside him, a hint of pride in his tone.

"I've brought you back a true... Ancestor."

But unexpectedly, the Twin Pupils Woman's expression turned cold.

She reached out and tapped Ye Xuan on the head, saying with mild annoyance, "Kid, don't call me Ancestor. Remember to call me Sister!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Sister Ao Tong!" Ye Xuan quickly nodded.

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master: "..."

Seeing this, this old man probably won't be silenced, right?