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"Esteemed fellow cultivators, if I may modestly share a remark, I once had a fortuitous encounter with the master of the ancient divine phoenix. I had the privilege of exchanging a few words with him, and to this day, I remember his grace and wisdom!"

"On the day of the battle between the Heaven Emperor and the goddess, the cultivators of the Immortal Realm all spoke highly of both parties."

"Only the master of the ancient divine phoenix and his dao companion declared victory for the goddess. Facing the anger of the multitude of cultivators, they remained unchanged in demeanor, truly embodying the ideals of our cultivator community..."

"Oh yes, I've heard about this too. It's said that the master of the ancient divine phoenix and Emperor Feng Yang have become good friends now."

"Furthermore, there's a rumor going around that the master of the ancient divine phoenix is very likely a prominent figure among the seven clans of the Immortal Realm..."

"Anyone who can tame the ancient divine phoenix, whether he is the Godson of the Immortal Realm or not, I believe in him!"

As the Heaven Emperor set out, the appearance of the divine phoenix became a reality. The cultivators of the Fengyang Immortal Domain became increasingly excited.

Among the cultivators who had come to observe the battle of the heavens and earth, some still remembered Gu Lan and began to boast that they too had spoken to the master of the ancient divine phoenix.

Meanwhile, various versions of Gu Lan's true identity were circulating.

"Back then, Emperor Feng Yang was also such a remarkable figure."

"Now, tens of thousands of years have passed, and with the emergence of a new generation, the master of the ancient divine phoenix surpasses even Emperor Feng Yang in temperament and appearance. He is definitely a formidable figure who will astonish an era in the future!"

The cultivators gazed up at the sky with envy, anticipation, admiration... and boundless longing.

The path of cultivation was all about one-day achieving immortality and freedom, just like the godson and goddess, renowned throughout the nine heavens.

"My dear, widen your hands a bit more, yes, just like that..."

Above the clouds, Gu Lan embraced Mu Yuyan from behind, her chin gently resting on the soft fragrant shoulder, gazing ahead at the boundless horizon illuminated by the twilight.

Behind them, the flames of the phoenix left behind a long trail of feathers.

A flock of celestial cranes closely followed, bidding farewell to their leader, Gu Xiaoqi.

Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan embraced lightly, admiring the beauty of the Immortal Realm sky as if they were celestial companions.

Emperor Feng Yang followed closely behind.

In a moment, he found himself unable to appreciate the beauty of the Immortal Realm, feeling only the loneliness of the clouds and wind.

"The path ahead is long, but thankfully, I have you by my side!" Emperor Feng Yang took out his spear, which had accompanied him for many years, and caressed it, feeling slightly better.
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As Gu Lan and the others headed towards the Demon Realm teleportation array, Chen Feng was in a mysterious forbidden area in the Ninth Heaven of the Immortal Realm.

"How dare mere beasts obstruct me! Witness my sword!"

Before a gigantic beast, Chen Feng unleashed his sword technique, merging with his sword to create thousands of sword shadows that instantly slew the beast.

As the beast fell, it left behind a sparkling crystal.

"Another divine stone in hand!"

"The drop rate of divine stones from killing beasts here is quite high! Not bad!"

"I wonder how long Elder Nightfall intends to keep me imprisoned in this secret realm for cultivation. Killing beasts and obtaining divine stones feels exhilarating, but one cannot do it every day. I miss the days spent with my seniors!"

Chen Feng stowed the divine stone into his storage ring, his eyes filled with infinite reminiscence.

Back then, he was still weak, but his seniors always gave him the most suitable magic treasures to protect himself, allowing him to cultivate and comprehend during battles, silently guarding him on the sidelines...

Time passed and would never return.

Feeling the surging true energy within him, Chen Feng had now reached the initial stage of the Saint Stage and had even achieved the realm of merging human and sword.

Yet, he couldn't help but regret it!

How did he fall for the tricks of that old man Nightfall and end up in this cursed Immortal Realm?

"Senior..."

"The disciple is unworthy, and I miss you a bit!"

Gripping his long sword tightly, Chen Feng suddenly felt a powerful surge of energy within him.

He looked steadfastly ahead at the surging group of beasts, without a trace of fear.

"I must strive to cultivate diligently and return to the side of my senior as soon as possible!"

"If beasts obstruct me, I shall slaughter them! If all creation obstructs me, I shall slaughter all creation, neither dying nor yielding! This is the path my senior imparted to me!"

With a light hum of his sword, Chen Feng advanced with his sword, single-handedly facing thousands of beasts.

Even if he was repelled by the group of beasts at first sight, he did not falter.

Fight after fight, he pressed forward.

"Well done! My judgment was indeed correct!"

"Mediocre aptitude, excellent character, outstanding Destiny... Chen Feng, I have great hopes for you. Keep up the good work!"

In the Temple of Destiny, the scene of Chen Feng cultivating in the secret realm was projected above the main hall.

Sitting at the table in the hall, Elder Nightfall played with the tiles while watching Chen Feng's struggles, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Self-drawn nine bamboo! I win!"

"Hahaha! Pay up with divine stones! Divine stones!"

Elder Nightfall flipped the tiles, while the other three elders of the Temple of Destiny shook their heads helplessly.

Ever since Elder Nightfall returned from the mortal realm, he had developed a fondness for the tile game of nine tiles brought from there.

Every time he drew tiles, he also liked to watch the projection of Chen Feng's trials, claiming it was out of concern for the boy's well-being, but the other elders knew better.

They knew what was really going on but dared not expose him.

The divine stones had to be paid, regardless of the elder's unfair advantage.

"Nightfall, this is unfair."

"You can watch that boy's trials while you draw tiles, why can't we watch when it's our turn?"

"I never said you couldn't watch. It's just that you can't project the secret realm like I can."

Elder Nightfall happily collected the divine stones, feeling completely justified.

He had spent quite a few divine stones on Gu Lan recently, but he had already earned them back in these past few days.

After all these years of absence, those old fellows of the Bright Temple had made quite a fortune in the Immortal Realm, but in the end, it was still to his advantage.

Counting the divine stones, Elder Nightfall smiled kindly.

The three elders: "..."

Is it that we can't project it?

It's obvious he's secretly using some kind of technique to prevent us from projecting it!

The old rascal's skin has gotten thicker after his trip to the mortal realm!

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In the Temple of Destiny, majestic statues of Daoist deities stood tall.

Daoist Yunlong faced Zhongren, lightly waving his sleeves while continuously forming hand seals.

Beams of spiritual light descended from the statues, illuminating Zhongren.

Among them, the largest statue emitted a brilliant golden light that penetrated Zhongren's brow.

"Heaven eyes! Open!"

Seizing this opportunity, Daoist Yunlong pointed his finger at Zhongren's brow.

The surrounding spiritual light instantly converged and merged into Zhongren's brow, forming a delicate and mysterious pattern.

"Zhongren, with the aid of the ancestral light of Tianji Pavilion, you have unlocked the heaven eyes, truly gaining the recognition of the ancestral land."

"From this moment on, you are the true heir of Tianji Pavilion."

"Go inside, this is your destiny."

Consuming a considerable amount of true energy, Daoist Yunlong's complexion turned slightly pale, but his lips carried a benevolent smile.

Seeing the anticipation in Daoist Yunlong's eyes, Zhongren's gaze became determined as he walked forward.

Gazing at the grand gate before him, the towering figure of Gu Lan appeared in his mind.

"Master, Brother Gu... I will not let you down!"

"In the future, I will have the ability to protect you!"

Zhongren pushed open the gate, and the heaven eyes between his brows radiated brightly.

Before him lay a long river, as if containing the sands of time, stretching endlessly into the horizon...