74 - A Farewell to Mr. Luo

### Chapter 74 Back to chapters – Bookmark – Library Management – Back to directory – Next A group of North Continent’s native cultivators quickly decided to follow along. Watching the gradually approaching figures, He Yi Man tightened her grip on her flute. As the group flew closer, they couldn't quite discern He Yi Man's cultivation level, so they respectfully cupped their hands and nodded from a distance, displaying neither arrogance nor hostility. Seeing this, He Yi Man only slightly nodded back, not knowing what they intended to do. However, she watched as they hurriedly entered the grand hall ahead of her. Upon entering the hall herself, He Yi Man instantly noticed the crystal skeleton on the high seat. It was crystal clear, possessing a fragile beauty, especially with the four chains binding its limbs. "Is she not here yet?" Surveying the surroundings with little interest, He Yi Man didn’t want to venture further inside. Her attention lingered on the crystal skeleton for a bit longer. Based on her understanding, even the remains of a transcendent being would only be jade-like in this realm. But this crystal skeleton was clearly of a higher existence, suggesting its cultivation surpassed this realm entirely. Though she understood that after reaching the transcendent stage, one could ascend to a higher realm, what that realm was exactly, she did not know. Her master’s cryptic words never equated it directly with the celestial realm. Standing quietly below, He Yi Man slowly approached the high seat and stood in front of the crystal skeleton. The slender bones were crystal clear, seeming to have some kind of energy flowing within, dazzling and tempting one to touch it. However, at the moment she laid eyes on the skeleton, He Yi Man snapped out of the trance. "It can even mesmerize one's mind." Looking at her hand that almost touched the skeleton, He Yi Man furrowed her brows, withdrew her hand, and clutched her flute, stepping back a few paces. "Better wait here." With that, she sat down nearby and began meditating with her eyes closed. Meanwhile, Bai Fan, retracing their steps, brought Guilamp back to the spot where they had previously fallen through the water curtain. Bloodstains from the demonic cultivator had already dried, turning dark red on the ground. "Did they die here before?" "Yes, fortunately, I played dead and escaped narrowly." Stepping over the bloodstains, Bai Fan thought those demon cultivators had died wastefully. If they had left earlier like him, they wouldn’t have lost their lives here. Proceeding cautiously, Bai Fan had initially assumed this side was akin to the stone corridor on the other side, but now realized it was more of a ruin. Many places had collapsed, rendering the original appearance almost unrecognizable, save for some remnants indicating the grandeur of the past architecture. Guilamp looked around in awe, "I never imagined the architecture here to be so magnificent. If I hadn't stumbled upon this place by chance, I wouldn’t have thought such a place existed in the North Continent. It seems like an imperial tomb from the outside but a subterranean palace on the inside. Maybe this place belonged to an ancient immortal dynasty from tens of thousands of years ago." "Immortal dynasty?" "Indeed." Bai Fan had never heard this term before; it was quite unfamiliar. "Where did you hear such a new term?" Guilamp spun around gleefully, then glowing green lights flashed on its body as it boasted. "When I first came to the North Continent, I ventured into a tomb. The buried individual must have been someone who studied history because their tomb contained extensive records of the cultivation world. Apparently, the North Continent was once called Central Land, a resource-rich hub attracting cultivators from other continents, flourishing with talent. Central Land was an immortal dynasty, almost blending seamlessly with the mundane world, except for cultivation. Tragically, a sudden catastrophe obliterated all achievements, leaving nothing behind." After the explanation, Guilamp sighed, seemingly wishing it had lived in that dynasty. "And then?" Bai Fan listened intently. "The dynasty marked the golden age of cultivation history, where everyone could cultivate, even mortals could live lengthy lives. Alchemy, martial arts, crafting techniques, and spiritual herbs were at their peak. The dynasty embraced all, except the demon race, allowing harmony among different species. Had I been born in that era, I wouldn’t be treated like an abhorred rat today." Guilamp's words made Bai Fan ponder whether such a dynasty existed. If it did, what kind of catastrophe could instantly vanish such a glorious dynasty without a trace, transforming the North Continent into its current desolate state. "Even if such a place existed, it's long gone now." Guilamp sighed deeply. At this moment, Bai Fan saw a grand altar not far away. Hastily grabbing Guilamp, Bai Fan flew over, prompting Guilamp to complain loudly. "Don’t grab my ear!" At the altar, they discovered a teleportation array. Bai Fan recalled the last teleportation array she had seen on her way to Immortal City. If not for saving Zhu Qingshan, she might never have seen one. However, this teleportation array was far more complex than the previous one. Bai Fan, with excellent memory, engraved the array’s structure in her mind for future use. Bai Fan released Guilamp and bent down to examine the materials used in the array. Besides the spirit stones, she couldn't recognize any. "What are you looking at?" "I'm examining the materials in this teleportation array. Can you identify them?" Guilamp circled the array, then floated back to Bai Fan, "No idea. Apart from the spirit stones, everything looks ancient. Even the most advanced cultivators might not recognize them all." Bai Fan nodded and began dismantling the array, storing the materials piece by piece into her storage pouch. "What are you doing?" "Why ask when you can see what I’m doing?" "If you dismantle this array, how will we leave?" Bai Fan squinted at Guilamp, finding its presumptuous attitude increasingly irritating. Once calling her master, it now spoke so boldly. "My actions are none of your concern." Stifled, Guilamp remembered its life was in Bai Fan’s hands. Although timid, it never submitted easily. Speaking with Bai Fan had emboldened it, but her words restored its humility. "Yes, Master, my mistake." Bai Fan continued collecting materials while memorizing their positions, preparing to reassemble the array later to leave. But she planned to explore further, now having found an exit. If Guilamp knew Bai Fan's thoughts, it would be astonished by her memory. Crafting an array required precision; any error could lead to explosion or eternal entrapment in a void. After filling her storage pouch, which now seemed cramped, Bai Fan remarked, "Let’s explore further." Bai Fan released her spiritual sense to avoid dangerous encounters with monsters. Exploring the ruins yielded many treasures, all stowed away by Bai Fan, increasingly reminding Guilamp of an acquaintance. However, it remained uncertain due to the considerable changes over the years. Guilamp struggled to believe someone could reach Foundation Establishment Perfection in just five years. If cultivation was that easy, past lunatics like the beggar wouldn’t have gone mad. Living a life at the bottom, Guilamp couldn't fathom the prodigious talent within cultivation sects. Even hearing about it didn’t make it likely for Bai Fan. After a leisurely exploration, Bai Fan reached an unexpected, intact small palace amid the ruins. ### “There’s an intact place over there; let’s go check it out.” With that, Bai Fan grabbed Guilamp and flew towards the intact area. Guilamp wailed pitifully, “My ear!” Upon landing, Bai Fan discovered that the small palace was almost entirely undamaged. It appeared as though something was protecting it, with a circular barrier encapsulating the entire structure. “It turns out this place hasn’t been destroyed because it’s protected by some kind of formation.” After flying a lap around the small palace, Bai Fan confirmed that the place remained untouched. This meant that whatever was inside preserved in perfect condition, regardless of whether anyone had visited before. “If it wasn’t damaged, we can only stare at it. If this formation was easy to break, it would have been dismantled long ago.” As Bai Fan and Guilamp were brooding over their dilemma, a large group approached from the distance. The group’s size was enormous, almost reaching a hundred, comparable to a small sect like Clear Void Sect. Bai Fan quickly sensed them due to her previously extended spiritual sense. “This is bad. People are coming, and quite a lot of them.” Grabbing Guilamp, Bai Fan fled the scene, abandoning the small palace without further research. The approaching crowd wore uniformly styled attire Bai Fan had never seen in South Continent, and their cultivation levels were astonishingly high, with many being at the Golden Core stage or even higher, topped by Nascent Soul cultivators. Fleeing, Bai Fan couldn’t help but grumble, lamenting how Golden Core cultivators had become so common. She wondered how the venerable patriarch of Clear Void Sect, which struggled even at Foundation Establishment, would face the reality where they had to offer themselves as disposable pawns just for some minor benefits. ### Previous Chapter - Directory - Next Chapter Homepage - Desktop Mode - Library - Novel Collection - Popular Novels