The Three-Month Pact, Prodigy Arena

Su Li understood that what Qingyue pursued was not merely power and authority, but a yearning for truth and freedom.

In that century-spanning spacetime, he witnessed Qingyue's loneliness and persistence, as well as her faith and hope for the future.

Su Li's divine sense echoed in every corner of that spacetime; he felt the flow of time and the sedimentation of history.

Upon returning, a flicker of profound realization passed through Su Li's eyes.

"True ancient history, indeed."

Fairy Qingyue fell into deep contemplation after hearing this.

She knew that the possibility Su Li spoke of was not unfounded.

After all, the various miraculous encounters she and Su Li had experienced had long since transcended the bounds of reason.

"Regardless,"

Fairy Qingyue lifted her head, a resolute light shimmering in her eyes, "that spacetime granted me many insights and experiences. I will integrate them into my cultivation and continuously improve myself."

"May the future be well."

A deep, piercing light flickered in Su Li's eyes; he seemed to see a vision that Fairy Qingyue could not.

He said softly, "Qingyue, I see a bright future, a world full of hope, but this future requires us to create it together."

Fairy Qingyue smiled faintly, her gaze equally profound.

She replied, "Su Li, I see that future as well. It is filled with endless possibilities and infinite beauty, but it requires us to pursue and explore it together."

Su Li looked at her, unable to suppress a sigh in his heart.

He believed that no matter what difficulties or challenges the future held, Qingyue would be able to hold fast to her convictions and continue moving forward.

He looked at Qingyue deeply, his eyes filled with firmness and tenderness.

Then, he spoke slowly, his tone carrying a hint of nervousness and anticipation: "Qingyue, perhaps you would be a perfect fit."

Fairy Qingyue looked at him, sensing the unusual tone in his voice.

A ripple stirred in her heart, and she did not know what Su Li intended to say.

"I wish to become your Dao companion." Su Li took a deep breath, feeling that Qingyue was the only choice for his Dao companion.

Fairy Qingyue was stunned; she had never expected Su Li to make such a request.

Her face flushed slightly, and her eyes sparkled with pleasant surprise.

Their gazes met, and the air seemed to be filled with a sweet fragrance. They stared at each other, as if time had frozen in this very moment.

"Are... are you sure?" Fairy Qingyue finally regained her composure and asked with a touch of shyness.

"Uh... perhaps we should discuss this later?"

Three months later.

The next day, the morning glow bathed the entire Immortal Island. Golden light shimmered brilliantly, the crowds grew, and a bustling day began.

The discourse between Su Li and Fairy Qingyue had concluded. On the jade bed inside the thatched cottage, the two absorbed the purest spiritual energy amidst the morning vitality, marking a fine start to a beautiful day.

After cultivation, Su Li and Qingyue headed into the island together.

Qingyue was summoned by her teacher—the master of this vast estate, Immortal Huaxi—while Su Li went to fulfill his appointment for a duel with the Thunder Emperor.

As Su Li walked, he sensed a powerful aura; he knew that was where the Thunder Emperor was located.

He stepped forward, passed through a dense forest, and arrived at a massive stone platform.

The Thunder Emperor stood in the center of the platform, his posture as straight as a pine, his black hair fluttering in the wind.

His gaze was profound, as if it could pierce through everything, carrying an air of natural authority that commanded respect without anger.

Su Li walked forward, and their eyes met in the air.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still. Their gazes locked, and each saw themselves reflected in the other's eyes.

It was a silent understanding, a mutual recognition.

Su Li smiled faintly and nodded at the Thunder Emperor.

"Ancestor Wang."

The Thunder Emperor returned the smile, the flames of battle flickering in his eyes as if he could no longer wait to cross swords with Su Li.

After exchanging greetings, Su Li and the Thunder Emperor bowed together toward the palace, respectfully requesting, "We ask that the Immortal descend the Prodigy Arena so that we may spar here."

Their voices echoed within the palace, sounding exceptionally solemn.

A moment later, a majestic voice resonated from within the palace: "The Immortal King's decree: granted." The voice was like celestial music, filling one with immense awe.

As the voice faded, beams of light shot out from all directions of the palace, converging on the Prodigy Arena in the center. These lights were dazzling and brilliant, as if emitted by the purest of gemstones, evoking a sense of holiness and solemnity.

The light gradually dissipated, and the true appearance of the Prodigy Arena was revealed.

The Prodigy Arena felt like a boundless, infinite space, making one feel small and insignificant.

The ground displayed peculiar patterns, resembling the orbital paths of stars, containing infinite mysteries.

These patterns resembled slender, winding rivers, shimmering with a faint light as if they were in constant motion.

The arena was surrounded by countless stars, their brilliant radiance shining as if they were the brightest luminaries in the night sky.

These stars were not stationary; they rotated incessantly, radiating an aura of immense energy.

The starlight illuminated the entire arena, evoking a sense of sanctity and solemnity.

Standing within it, one felt as though they were being baptized by the power of the stars.

It was a formidable force, one that seemed capable of washing away all dust and purifying every impurity, leaving the mind refreshed and at ease, as if one were immersed in a mysterious and beautiful world.

The entire Prodigy Arena possessed a magnificent and majestic momentum, resembling a miniature universe.

The rotation of the stars formed a powerful vortex, seemingly drawing in all surrounding energy and essence.

To battle here not only elevated one's strength but also allowed one to perceive the Great Dao laws of heaven and earth, and to gain insight into the aura of immortals and deities.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the entire Prodigy Arena turned instantly solemn and grave.

All eyes converged upward as phantom silhouettes gradually emerged in the sky, as if descending from another world.

These phantoms radiated a brilliant light, seemingly condensed from the power of countless stars, with every glimmer containing boundless majesty and strength.

They manifested slowly in the air like an ancient scroll unfurling, every detail brimming with mystery and nobility.

"It is the Dharma Body phantoms descended by the Immortal Kings!" someone exclaimed, their voice filled with awe and wonder.

The crowd bowed in reverence, not daring to show the slightest neglect; these Immortal King phantoms represented not only supreme power but also the boundless adoration and respect held for the Immortal Kings.

The entire island seemed to freeze in that moment, with only the light emitted by the phantoms flickering.

This light was not blinding; instead, it offered a sense of warmth and reassurance, as if narrating an ancient and mysterious tale.

Each Immortal King phantom was lifelike, appearing truly existent; their attire, expressions, and the aura surrounding them all displayed the transcendent status of the Immortal Kings, and these phantoms seemed to watch over the people below in silence, as if bestowing upon them strength and courage.

Above the Prodigy Arena, these Immortal King Dharma Body phantoms became the most solemn and mysterious backdrop, their aura merging with the entire arena to instill a sense of unparalleled majesty and glory.