Published: March 3, 2025
CHAPTER 902: Thirty Years Later
In this world, there are many people with the same surname. When it comes to the reputation of the ancestor, Liu An dared not casually probe.
In front of the yuan ying ancestor, he was just a small golden core cultivator.
“Tap, tap.”
Silently, he followed the red-dressed maid through pavilions and towers until he stopped in front of a grand palace.
“Supreme Ultimate Palace.”
Looking up, three large characters danced in the air before his eyes.
“Elder Xuancheng, please enter. The ancestor is in the palace at this time, and the disciple will stop here,” the red-dressed maid said, stopping in front of the palace doors and gesturing with a smile.
Liu An nodded, feigning calmness on his face, and slowly walked into the palace.
“Interesting.”
As she watched his gradually disappearing figure, a flash of contemplation and curiosity crossed the maid's eyes.
She wondered what kind of merit Elder Xuancheng had to receive the ancestor's private summons.
Over the years, the Yuan Yang Sect had promoted several golden core elders, yet none had this honor.
Although they were only at the foundation establishment stage, they were, after all, the maids of the yuan ying ancestor, and their perspective was certainly not comparable to ordinary foundation establishment cultivators.
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“Tap, tap.”
Crossing the threshold, Liu An stepped into the grand palace.
At a glance, he saw a man in black sitting majestically on the dais.
This man had black hair and wore a black robe, his pupils as dark as ink, and his figure was tall with a masculine aura.
The faint aura he emitted gave a sense of grandeur that felt more expansive than mountains and seas.
From this cultivator, Liu An vaguely saw an endless ocean and an immeasurable sky.
The vast river and sky!
Naturally, this word arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance.
A golden core master capable of establishing a sect was, in front of a yuan ying true lord, merely an ordinary cultivator.
“Disciple Xuancheng pays respects to Shishu Qingyang!”
Not daring to look too long, Liu An quickly walked to the center of the palace and bowed deeply, respectfully speaking.
For some reason, when he truly faced the legendary figure who revitalized the sect, the “Qingyang True Lord,” who was now a pivotal figure in the entire Seven Nations Alliance, he did not feel the expected anxiety and unease; instead, he became calm.
This was a very strange feeling.
On the path of cultivating immortality, one did not even enter the qi refinement stage, and only those at the foundation establishment stage could be considered to have entered the threshold.
Golden core masters, however, had already traveled a certain distance and initially possessed some divine abilities that were incredible in the eyes of mortals.
Just like at this moment, although he had not used any spells or secret techniques, his slightly restless bloodline told Liu An certain answers.
That joking remark from his fellow disciples might very well be true.
“The sect history records that Shishu Qingyang also has the surname Liu; could he really be an ancestor of the family?”
In an instant, many thoughts flashed through Liu An's mind.
This close contact and the tangible feedback of his bloodline resolved many of his confusions.
It also explained why, despite his ordinary talents, his entry had been exceptionally smooth.
Moreover, he was very fortunate to have been taken as a personal disciple by his master Wu Cheng'en.
Over the years, he had continuously experienced good luck, managing to turn dangers into safety.
“According to records, the family was originally quite ordinary, unable to even touch the threshold of the ‘cold door.’”
“But in a certain generation, it seemed to suddenly change fortune, and from then on, things became uncontrollable.”
“Looking back now, there indeed seems to be the shadow of an immortal cultivator behind it.”
“If it is Shishu Qingyang who has been secretly watching over them, then everything makes sense.”