Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 543: Final Conversations
"Buzz, buzz..."
The runes rapidly lit up in circles, and a glaring milky white light blossomed.
A figure dressed in a black robe, tall and sturdy, with an ordinary long sword hanging at his waist, suddenly appeared in the teleportation array.
This person was Liu Yu.
After teleporting back to the sect, under the watchful eyes of numerous low-ranking disciples, he transformed into a streak of blue escape light and shot up into the sky, heading towards Qingyang Peak.
At this moment, he had already restored his original appearance.
"Young master, during your absence, Elder Yan visited several times."
"He left a message when he didn't see you returning."
"Elder Yan wishes to meet with you at Qingxiu Peak. His attitude seems somewhat urgent?"
After reporting the information, Wen Caiyi said uncertainly, her expression somewhat confused.
It was the first time she had seen such urgency on the face of a Golden Core Elder.
Could it be related to the beast tide?
Having just returned to the sect, Liu Yu hadn’t even taken a sip of spiritual tea before receiving Wen Caiyi’s message.
Upon hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly.
Encountering such matters right after returning to the cave dwelling certainly dampened his mood.
However, based on the description, it must be something very important for Elder Yan to visit so many times.
Wen Caiyi was merely afraid of missing something significant, so she hurriedly reported, and Liu Yu naturally wouldn't hold it against her.
"What is it about?"
In an instant, many thoughts surged through Liu Yu's mind.
Beast tide? Chang'an plan?
Or perhaps the intrigues among the other two factions?
However, since the outbreak of the beast tide, there had been much less scheming among the three factions under the suppression of Heavenly Wind Ancestor, so it was unlikely.
Liu Yu mused silently, pondering without conclusion. After finishing a cup of spiritual tea, he decided to head out.
The blue spiritual light shone brightly, causing many low-ranking disciples to look up in shock, where a streak of blue escape light rapidly disappeared from sight.
...
Flying at full speed, even without using the magical treasure Black Wind Wings, Qingxiu Peak quickly came into view.
"Junior brother Qingyang?"
"Please come in quickly!"
As soon as he entered the range of forty miles, Elder Yan's aged and dignified voice echoed among the mountains, inviting Liu Yu to enter for a discussion.
Soon, a red escape light rose from Qingxiu Peak and flew straight towards him.
With an imposing presence that demanded respect, Elder Yan appeared, looking radiant and energetic!
"Senior brother Yan is too courteous."
The escape light paused, and Liu Yu clasped his hands with a smile.
Since he hadn't intentionally suppressed his spiritual pressure, it was no surprise that the other party could sense his arrival.
However, it was rare for a Golden Core cultivator to be so relaxed and to react so quickly. Was he waiting all along?
While exchanging pleasantries, Liu Yu's mind whirled, and as he carefully sensed Elder Yan's aura, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart!
Beneath the powerful spiritual pressure, the aura emitted carried a hint of decay, clearly a sign of imminent demise!
For a Golden Core cultivator, maintaining youth was usually easy. Yet beneath Elder Yan's vibrant exterior, his essence was fading.
"This is a sign of nearing the end of life, about to sit in meditation," Liu Yu quickly made an accurate judgment with his keen spiritual perception.
"Senior brother Yan, you..."
Noticing this, a heavy expression appeared on Liu Yu's face.
If it was indeed a matter of impending demise, then Elder Yan must be making arrangements for his affairs, which explained everything.
When there was still hope for further advancement, cultivators often focused on their own cultivation.
Only when they realized that further advancement was impossible and accepted this fact would they gradually shift their focus to their family or disciples.
In the process, the energy invested could easily lead to emotional attachments—bloodlines, legacies, and so forth were things many cultivators found hard to part with before their passing.