Returning to the Pavilion to Reunite

Returning to the Pavilion to Reunite

Above Sacred City, Han Feng's figure melded into the void without causing the slightest energy fluctuation.

He did not immediately head for the distant Jia Ma Empire. Instead, with a thought, he locked onto another place.

Central Plains, Falling Star Pavilion.

Although he had returned once five years ago, another five years had passed during this seclusion. Before setting out on a long journey, he should at least go back and take a look, so his elders could rest easy.

Sacred City was his empire, but Falling Star Pavilion was his true home in this world.

Han Feng took a step and vanished into the spatial wormhole he had created.

Unlike the temporary passages formed by ordinary Dou Venerables tearing through space, the permanent wormhole he had built with spatial stones and formations was exceptionally stable and fast.

Within a few breaths, as the familiar aura of the Central Plains reached him, he had already crossed endless space and arrived above Falling Star Pavilion's domain.

Looking down, more than thirty years of development had made the mountains even more ethereal and immortal. Floating islands were scattered throughout the skies, palaces stood in abundance upon them, and disciples moved back and forth through the air. Everything was flourishing.

Han Feng smiled with satisfaction. Uncle Feng had not let his teacher down.

His divine sense flowed silently through Falling Star Pavilion like water, alarming no one as it accurately located that familiar yet powerful aura within the main peak's grand hall.

His figure flashed, turning into a phantom as he passed through layer after layer of restrictions and arrived outside a meditation chamber.

Inside, Venerable Wind, Feng Xian, sat cross-legged. Green Dou Qi circulated around him, and his aura had already reached the level of a Seven-Star Dou Venerable.

As if sensing something, Feng Xian abruptly opened his eyes and shouted sternly.

"Who?!"

The pressure of a Dou Venerable surged forth, only to vanish without a trace like a clay ox entering the sea upon touching the figure outside the door.

"Uncle Feng, five years have passed, yet your temper is still as fiery as ever," a gentle, amused voice came from outside.

Feng Xian froze completely.

"That voice..."

He rushed to the door and pulled it open. When he saw the face outside—unchanged from five years ago, yet now deeper and more inscrutable—the Seven-Star Dou Venerable's face immediately filled with delight.

"You brat, you finally came out of seclusion!"

He stepped forward and, out of habit, reached out to pat Han Feng on the shoulder.

"I thought you wouldn't come out this time until you'd drained all the energy beneath Sacred City!"

"I made Uncle Feng worry," Han Feng replied with a smile, allowing that aged palm to land on his shoulder.

The next moment, Feng Xian's smile froze.

His strength as a Seven-Star Dou Venerable was immense, yet when his palm landed on Han Feng's shoulder, it felt as though he had struck an endless starry sky—deep, vast, and without end.

The Dou Qi he took such pride in turned into a trickling stream the moment it touched Han Feng's body, merging into an ocean without stirring even the faintest ripple.

Feng Xian's hand stopped there.

His eyes widened as he examined Han Feng once more with an expression as though he had seen a ghost.

Over the years, Han Feng had returned several times, and each time his cultivation had shocked him.

When Han Feng returned five years ago, his One-Star Dou Saint strength had left an unforgettable impression on him.

But now, another five years had passed...

This feeling was more than a hundred times stronger than when he had faced Han Feng, a One-Star Dou Saint, five years ago.

If the Han Feng of five years ago had been a towering mountain he needed to look up to, then the Han Feng before him had become a sea of stars vast enough to make him lose his way!

"Xiao Feng, you... what level are you at now?" Feng Xian's voice was hoarse and trembling, though he did not even notice it himself.

Han Feng smiled but said nothing.

He merely released a wisp of his utterly restrained Three-Star Dou Saint aura, enveloping the space between them.

Boom!

Feng Xian staggered back three steps as if struck by lightning, his face turning deathly pale as his mind shook violently!

This pressure was more than ten times greater than it had been five years ago!

"I am now at the early Three-Star Dou Saint stage."

"Th-Three-Star Dou Saint?!"

Feng Xian's voice completely changed pitch, filled with terror and wild delight.

Five years! From One-Star Dou Saint to Three-Star Dou Saint in only five years!

"Is he even human?! Is such cultivation speed allowed by heaven and earth?!"

"I was lucky enough to break through." Han Feng withdrew his aura and stepped forward to support Feng Xian, who was nearly collapsing.

"Lucky... what a 'lucky' breakthrough..." Feng Xian muttered. Then he burst into laughter, his voice overflowing with pride and joy.

"Ha ha ha ha! Yao Chen, Yao Chen! If you knew what kind of monster the disciple you took in had become, you'd probably wake up laughing even in your dreams!"

He tightly gripped Han Feng's arm, trembling all over with excitement.

Five years ago, he had rejoiced wildly because their sect had produced a Saint.

Five years later, he felt incomparable glory because their sect possessed such an unprecedented genius!

After being excited for quite some time, Feng Xian finally calmed down. He pulled Han Feng inside the meditation chamber to sit and asked about the past five years.

"The commotion from this seclusion was immense. Sacred City sent word that even the laws themselves manifested where you were cultivating."

"I gained a little." Han Feng nodded. "How have things been in the pavilion these past few years?"

"Good—better than ever!" At the mention of this, Feng Xian's face lit up. "Thanks to the spatial wormhole you opened, we can exchange resources with Sacred City, and our development has advanced by leaps and bounds. That boy Tie Jian has now broken through to Six-Star Dou Venerable as well, and the pavilion has more than twenty Dou Ancestor elders."

Feng Xian's tone was full of pride. Falling Star Pavilion's strength in the Central Plains was no longer what it used to be.

"But," he continued, his expression turning solemn, "the Central Plains have not been peaceful during the five years you were in seclusion. Soul Hall's activities have grown increasingly rampant. Many sects have suffered at their hands, and they have secretly captured many soul bodies. Word was spread earlier that you had become a Saint, so they did not dare act openly, but their underhanded schemes have never stopped."

"It doesn't matter." Han Feng's gaze turned cold. "Let them jump around for a few more days. Once I find my teacher, we'll settle the score with them."

"Then did you find any clues about your teacher after coming out of seclusion?" Feng Xian asked hopefully.

Han Feng shook his head, and his gaze dimmed somewhat.

"Not yet. Soul Hall is hiding too deeply. That's why I want to go out and travel, to think from another angle. Perhaps I'll come across some fortunate opportunity or clue."

"That's fine." Feng Xian nodded, with no concern on his face. "Now that you're a Three-Star Dou Saint, there are only one or two people on the continent who can threaten you. I'll be here in the pavilion, so go do what you need to do without worry."

"Alright." Han Feng rose to his feet. "I came back this time to let you know and put your mind at ease, Uncle Feng. Seeing that you and Falling Star Pavilion are both well puts my mind at ease too."

"I'll first take a look at the Northwest Continent, starting from the path my teacher once walked, and walk it once more."

That was the explanation he gave others. It was perfectly reasonable.

"You should." Feng Xian did not doubt him in the slightest. He stood up and patted Han Feng's shoulder.

"Go. Be careful in all things. Send me word whenever there is news."

"Uncle Feng, you should be careful as well."

Han Feng gave Feng Xian a respectful bow as a junior.

Afterward, just as when he had arrived, his figure silently disappeared from the meditation chamber without alerting anyone.

Feng Xian gazed at the empty room. Only after a long while did he let out a deep breath, his expression becoming relaxed and radiant.

He walked to the window, looking at the flourishing foundation of their sect below, and murmured softly.

"Yao Chen, if you could see Falling Star Pavilion as it is now, you would surely be very gratified."

After leaving Falling Star Pavilion, Han Feng stood amid the clouds and identified his direction.

Northwest—the Jia Ma Empire, Qingshan Town.

His figure immediately merged into the sky.