Only now did Yun Luo understand what the system had said before teleporting him, and why it had gone dormant.
It had freaking taken him straight back ten thousand years. It would have been unreasonable for the system not to go dormant.
As for how Yun Luo knew all this, it certainly was not because he was well versed in history, but because he was a transmigrator.
"Boy, what's wrong? Did hearing my name scare you senseless?"
Seeing Yun Luo standing before him as though hearing his name had frightened him witless, Du Busi could not help teasing him.
Hearing Du Busi's voice, Yun Luo shook his head, pulled himself out of his thoughts, and looked at the members of the Body Sect.
"Senior Du, there is something I would like to discuss with you."
"Discuss with me? Then say it right here."
Hearing Yun Luo's words, Du Busi waved a hand indifferently.
"Senior, this is something I can only tell you alone."
"Cough, cough, cough..."
After coughing up blood, Yun Luo carelessly wiped the corner of his mouth and continued speaking to Du Busi.
"Believe me, Senior Du Busi, this is something you will definitely find interesting."
Seeing the determination in the youth's eyes, Du Busi nodded.
Then he took a porcelain bottle out of his storage soul tool and tossed it to Yun Luo.
"In that case, I am willing to give you this chance. I hope you aren't lying to me."
"And don't go dying before you can speak, boy. Take this."
"Thank you, Senior."
Catching the medicine Du Busi had tossed him, Yun Luo opened the bottle and discovered a healing pill inside, then bowed respectfully to Du Busi.
"Spare me the empty formalities, boy."
"Hurry up and recover from your injuries. I'll wait."
Hearing Du Busi's words, Yun Luo said no more.
He opened the porcelain bottle, swallowed the pill, and sat cross-legged, circulating his Soul Power to begin healing his injuries.
Watching Yun Luo sit cross-legged to recover, Du Busi turned and waved a hand, signaling for everyone to withdraw.
"All right, leave. I'll stay here with him myself and see what he has to say."
Hearing their sect master's words, everyone knew it would be inappropriate to stay any longer.
Although they were all quite curious about what this youth named Yun Luo had to say, they could not defy the sect master's decision.
"Yes, Sect Master. We will take our leave."
Seeing someone take the lead, the others also bowed respectfully to the sect master before leaving the council hall.
After everyone had left, Du Busi sat in the seat of honor and quietly waited for Yun Luo to wake up.
About two hours later, Yun Luo, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, let out a long breath and opened his eyes.
After two hours of cultivation, Yun Luo had healed most of his injuries. The remaining injuries still needed time to recover.
"Thank you for standing guard over me, Senior Du."
After waking, Yun Luo looked around and discovered that Du Busi was the only person left in the entire meeting hall, sitting in his chair.
He rose and bowed respectfully in Du Busi's direction.
"Junior, you certainly know your manners."
"But I didn't stay here to listen to that."
Du Busi leaned back in his chair and waved a hand indifferently.
Hearing Du Busi's words, Yun Luo knew that if what he said failed to satisfy Du Busi, he definitely would not leave alive today.
"Yes, this junior understands, of course."
Yun Luo drew a deep breath and, as though having made up his mind, spoke to Du Busi.
"Senior, what this junior wishes to tell you is that I come from the Body Sect ten thousand years in the future."
His decision to tell Du Busi this had come after careful consideration.
First, having arrived in the era of the Peerless Tang Sect, he needed a force to help him accomplish certain things.
Second, after transmigrating, he had been adopted by Mu Ye of the Body Sect, and he did not want to see the Body Sect decline in this generation.
"Junior, are you playing me for a fool?"
Hearing this, Du Busi felt he had been tricked.
He had thought this boy might have something useful to tell him, only for him to be making sport of him instead.
In an instant, an oppressive pressure belonging solely to a Super Douluo surged toward Yun Luo.
Feeling that sky-blotting pressure rush at him, Yun Luo instantly released his Martial Soul, and six Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet.
Black, black, black, black, black-red, red.
Seeing the Soul Rings beneath Yun Luo's feet and his Martial Soul, Du Busi's eyes filled with shock.
Not only did the boy before him possess such a heaven-defying Soul Ring configuration, but his Martial Soul was also the Body Martial Soul, Spirit Eyes.
Perhaps out of appreciation for the talent of this boy who possessed a Body Martial Soul, Du Busi withdrew his pressure and decided to give the youth before him another chance.
"Boy, I'll give you one more chance. I hope you won't make a fool of me."
"You say you come from the Body Sect ten thousand years ago. Then if I said I actually came from ten thousand years ago, would you believe me?"
Feeling that sky-blotting pressure disappear, Yun Luo withdrew his Martial Soul and sank weakly to the floor.
If Du Busi had intended to kill him with that pressure, he would already have died.
Even so, the pressure had drained all the strength from his body.
"Thank you, Senior, for being willing to give this junior a chance."
Yet even now, Yun Luo struggled to his feet and bowed respectfully to Du Busi.
"But this junior has not lied to you, Senior. This is the proof."
As he spoke, Yun Luo took a token engraved with the three characters for "Body Sect" out of his storage soul tool ring.
It was not that he had been unwilling to take it out earlier. Before he could say anything, Du Busi's pressure had descended on him. How could he have had a chance to take anything out?
Having already decided to kill Yun Luo upon hearing his words, Du Busi saw the token in Yun Luo's hand, appeared before him in a flash, and snatched it away to examine it.
"This is actually genuine?"
After examining it, Du Busi looked at Yun Luo in disbelief.
"Where did you get this token?"
When he saw this token representing the Holy Son of the Body Sect appear in Yun Luo's hand, Du Busi had already begun to believe him.
What was more, the boy before him truly deserved the title of Holy Son of the Body Sect. At fifteen or sixteen years old, he had already reached the Soul Emperor realm with the Spirit Eyes Martial Soul.
After all, that Holy Son token was still in his possession; he had not given it to Long Aotian.
Moreover, he had just checked, and his own token was still inside his storage soul tool.
Seeing Du Busi's expression, Yun Luo let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank you, Master, for saving my life.
Remembering the Holy Son token his master had pressed upon him when he set out to gain experience, he could only praise his master's greatness here.
"Boy, with this token you've taken out, along with that heaven-defying Soul Ring configuration from earlier, I can believe your identity."
"But I still don't understand. Why did you come to this era from ten thousand years in the future?"
Holding the token, Du Busi looked at Yun Luo as he spoke.
"Well... Senior, I don't know either. When this junior woke up, I was already here."
Hearing Du Busi's words, Yun Luo's face filled with confusion.
"That's true. Even I cannot return to the past as I am now. How could you possibly know?"
Du Busi nodded, then changed the subject.
"Boy, Yun Luo, since you come from the Body Sect ten thousand years in the future, what standing does our Body Sect hold in the future?"