The Twin Pupils Woman Departs! Returning to the Primordial Wilderness Laden with Spoils!

Outside the gates of the Sacred Academy, clouds steamed and mists shimmered, with thousands of strands of Auspicious Qi.

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master, like a child who had just received candy, clutched the still-warm Jade Slip in trembling hands.

Just moments ago, the Gray-Robed Woman who made his soul shudder had only glanced at him indifferently before looking away, as if he were nothing more than a blade of grass.

Beside him, Ye Xuan had casually tossed over the Jade Slip.

"This is your lost inheritance."

Ye Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, his robes gently fluttering in the mountain wind, his tone as calm as if he were mentioning some trivial matter.

"Pavilion Master, this Jade Slip records the complete essence of the Sky-Mending Technique. Today, it returns to its rightful owner. By borrowing the Sacred Academy from the Sky-Mending Pavilion to obtain my inheritance, I've forged this bond of goodwill with you."

"Sky... Sky-Mending Technique?!"

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master's voice shot up, nearly cracking.

He hastily probed the Jade Slip with his Divine Sense.

Boom!

A vast and profound torrent of information instantly flooded his Consciousness Sea.

It was the supreme law of time reversal, the ineffable principle of mending heaven's flaws.

As the head of a sect, he knew its worth.

Even with a cursory scan, he could confirm this was the core inheritance the Sky-Mending Pavilion had lost long ago, the very reason for its decline.

With this technique, not only might the dying Old Sacrificial Spirit be saved, but the entire Sky-Mending Pavilion's foundation could return to its peak, even reviving its ancient glory.

"Heaven has eyes! Heaven has eyes!"

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master wept with joy, his entire body trembling.

Without hesitation, he bowed deeply to Ye Xuan, performing a grand salute.

"Daoist Ye... no, Benefactor Ye!"

"You've not only brought us a Young Supreme but also restored our sect's severed inheritance. Such a great kindness—the Sky-Mending Pavilion will never forget it!"

"From today onward, you are our Sky-Mending Pavilion's 'Grand Elder'! Equal in status to the Sacrificial Spirit—seeing you is like seeing me!"

The elders behind him also beamed with ecstasy, bowing in unison.

They knew that after today, the Sky-Mending Pavilion's fate had changed forever.

And all of it stemmed from the unfathomable youth before them.

Ye Xuan raised his hand slightly, and a gentle force lifted everyone up.

"Pavilion Master, you flatter me. It was merely a mutual exchange."

Having settled the karmic ties with the Sky-Mending Pavilion, Ye Xuan turned and set his gaze on the transcendent figure beside him.

Ao Tong.

This woman of the Ancient Double Pupils was now quietly watching the distant sea of clouds.

Her aura was fully concealed, making her seem like an ordinary Gray-Robed Woman, yet her otherworldly bearing was impossible to hide.

She was leaving.

This Small World had trapped her for endless ages, and now that she had broken free, this golden scale was about to transform into a dragon and soar through the nine heavens.

"Big Sister is leaving?"

Ye Xuan asked, a rare hint of reluctance in his voice.

After all, she was a truly formidable ally.

With her around, he could practically walk unopposed through the Eight Lower Realms.

Ao Tong withdrew her gaze, turned, and gave Ye Xuan a deep look.

Within her Chaos Heavy Pupils, light rippled, her expression complex.

There was admiration for this youth's talent, and a faint, barely perceptible expectation.

"I've been here too long."

Ao Tong's voice was soft, yet carried a clarity born of witnessing countless vicissitudes.

"Now that a great era is about to dawn, I should walk through this mortal world, see if old acquaintances still remain, and witness what this land has become."

She reached out, as if to pat Ye Xuan's head, but thought better of it and merely pointed at him from a distance.

"Little one, don't just focus on showing off."

Ao Tong's tone grew serious, like a stern elder sister admonishing a wayward younger brother.

"Your talent is heaven-defying, and you possess the Chaos Heavy Pupils, but the waters of these Eight Realms run far deeper than you imagine. Those Primordial Divine Mountains and the sealed forbidden zones all harbor beings of no small power."

"Cultivate diligently."

"Don't forget our Hundred Year Agreement."

Ao Tong's lips curled into a stunning, enigmatic smile.

"If a hundred years from now, you can't even see my shadow, I really will drag you back to be my sweeping boy."

Ye Xuan straightened his back at this, fighting spirit surging in his eyes.

"Rest assured, big sister."

"A hundred years from now, I'll show you what it means to 'catch up from behind.'"

"Good. I'll be waiting."

Ao Tong nodded and said no more.

She took a single step.

No ripple of spiritual power. No violent scene of tearing through the void.

Just one simple step.

The stars shifted.

Her form seemed to merge into the void, vanishing directly on the spot.

The next moment, a cloud at the horizon gently scattered, as if someone had passed through there.

Coming and going without a trace, roaming heaven and earth at will.

Such was the bearing of the Ancient Double Pupils woman.

Staring at the empty sky, Ye Xuan stood still for a long time, unmoving.

A faint sense of loss lingered in his heart.

That thick thigh was gone. From now on, if he ran into trouble, he'd really have to tough it out on his own.

But...

Ye Xuan clenched his fist, feeling the surging, ocean-like power within his body.

What did it matter if he relied on himself?

He was no longer the same man he used to be.

"Whoosh--"

Ye Xuan let out a long breath and adjusted his mindset.

His short-term goals in the Perfect World had been fully achieved, even exceeded.

In cultivation, he had reached the peak of the Venerable realm, even inscribing a primordial formation within his body, with the embryonic form of Body Becomes Saint already emerging.

In techniques, he had mastered a series of top-tier great divine abilities: the Six Paths Samsara Heavenly Art, the Grass Character Sword Art, the Vermilion Bird Treasure Art, the Suanni Treasure Art, and the Sky-Mending Technique.

He also had the Chaos Heavy Pupils as his trump card, capable of seeing through all illusions and decomposing all things.

"Well, it's time to go back."

Ye Xuan turned around and looked at the still-excited Sky-Mending Pavilion Master.

"Pavilion Master."

"Does benefactor have any instructions?" The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master hurried over.

"I've gained some insights in the Sacred Academy and need to go into seclusion for a while to digest what I've learned."

Ye Xuan made up a casual excuse.

"During this time, don't let anyone disturb me. As for my younger brother Shi Hao, I'll leave him in your care."

"Rest assured, benefactor!"

The Sky-Mending Pavilion Master thumped his chest in assurance.

"I'll arrange the highest-grade secret chamber for you right away! As for Shi Hao, I'll personally teach him and make sure he doesn't suffer the slightest grievance!"

An incense stick's time later.

Deep within the Sky-Mending Pavilion, in a top-secret stone chamber layered with countless formations.

The stone door was tightly shut.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. After confirming no one was spying on him, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Activate the Double Piercing Gate."

He silently intoned in his heart.

Hum!

A familiar tremor came from the depths of his Consciousness Sea.

Ye Xuan's eyes snapped open. Within his Chaos Heavy Pupils, the ancient, mysterious gate of time and space manifested once again.

This time, behind the gate was a heavy, vast pressure, carrying the unique oppression of the Primordial Wilderness.

It was the taste of home.

"Primordial Wilderness, I'm back."

Ye Xuan stepped forward.

His figure vanished from the secret chamber without a trace.

Only a faint ripple in space remained, proof that he had once been there.

Under Mount Buzhou, Human Valley.

Inside a crude, rough stone hut, space twisted slightly as a faint ripple spread outward.

Ye Xuan's figure materialized out of thin air.

The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt a terrifying pressure as heavy as a mountain.

"Hmm."

It was the supreme laws of heaven and earth in the Primordial World, along with the lingering might of Pangu's spine, Mount Buzhou.

In the Perfect World, he had reached the peak of the Venerable realm, able to tear through the void and cross the Great Wilderness with a mere gesture.

But back on this primordial land, that once-proud power was compressed to its limit.

Ye Xuan tried clenching his fist, and the air let out a dull, explosive crack.

"Venerable realm..."

He furrowed his brow, the confidence of controlling everything fading somewhat.

"In the Eight Lower Realms, a Venerable might reign supreme. But here in the Primordial World, where Golden Immortals are as common as dogs and Great Luo Immortals fill every corner... a Venerable probably can't even beat a halfway decent demon."

It was a crushing drop in power, like falling from a higher dimension.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged back on the stone bed, in no hurry to go out and see Suiren Shi and the others.

He understood clearly that for humanity to truly stand firm in this brutal Primordial World and stop being mere prey for the Demon Race, the root problem had to be solved.

That was—the method of cultivation.