Demon King's Repayment - chapter 314

Listening to that, Qingyuan felt confused.

A cultivator could break through the limit of the physical body and earn more lifespan than a mortal, which gave him the illusion that time could stagnate. He used to be the youngest disciple in his life, with a teacher on top, and brothers and sisters who spoiled him. He even felt that he could live a long life.

When the senior sister in charge said that, he suddenly recalled that the elders in the school had already left one by one.

No matter how young his face remained, he, who was a young man, had passed one hundred and fifty years, and had truly come to a time when he had to take responsibility.

The gray-haired Qing Miu stood up and patted him on the shoulder, “Don’t worry, I can last a few years. You should prepare well and figure out which path you would eventually lead the sect to.”

The old lady walked up to Yuan Xiang, “If you want to go to Nanming, follow me, I’ll show you.”

Yuan Xiang followed her on the mountain road.

The back mountain of the place was full of wild grass, frost and dew, occasionally fox flies, and the abandoned stone carvings were vaguely visible among the withered vines and wild trees.

Such a scene made Yuan Xiang feel it was familiar. She recalled the scenes she had seen when she walked in the demons’ world, those collapsed towers, abandoned idols, quietly waiting in the wilderness for the fate buried by time.

The old lady who was in the end of her years, leaning on crutches, slowly led the way,

“Little girl, what are you going to do in Nanming?” She asked.

Yuan Xiang: “My master is there, I am going to look for him.”

“Hehe, nonsense. There are only demons in Nanming. It is not a place where humans can stand. Who is your master, how can he stay there?”

“My master’s name is Yu Yao, and he is called Sir Yu.”

“Yu Yao?” Qing Miu stopped and turned her head, “Are you actually Yu Yao’s disciple?”

“Do you know my master?”

“For people of our generation, who don’t know the name of Sir Yu?” Qing Miu looked at Yuan Xiang and the others and smiled, “No wonder you have so many apostles. At that time, I thought that your master could harmonize with the apostles because he was a demon. Now I see his apprentice, a human but so similar to him.”

“Are you familiar with my master?”

“Although I respect him, I am not familiar with him. He was a friend of Master Miao.” When Qing Miu mentioned Master Miao, who was also a well-known master, she seemed to be very upset, “Don’t you know him? He’s the dirty ghost of Dongxuan Sect. He and I are rivals. Hey, but he is as old as me. No matter how much he wants to stay alive, he won’t last a few years.”

Stepping on the dead branches and grass in the field, Qing Miu brought Yuan Xiang and others to a deserted stone platform.

The stone platform was covered by moss marks, and it was vaguely visible that the cliffs were carved with multi-pattern charms, revealing an ancient majesty.

Qing Miu stood in front of the steps of the stone platform, “Your array, of course, I don’t think it is useful. But Ah Yuan is really happy. I could also be regarded as your elder, since you have the method to control the demons, then there is no reason for doubt. If you want to go to Nanming, I can help you. But the danger is fatal. You have to think clearly.”

Yuan Xiang nodded, “Thank you, Senior. I thought clearly.”

Qing Miu lit the three-pillar incense, and after respectful worship, she inserted them on the ground in front of the steps, and recited a spell.

A curl of green smoke rose, and the entire stone platform suddenly lit up with a shallow luster, and a bright vertical line appeared in the middle of the space. The vertical line passed through the sky, and the lines that could communicate with the world slowly split, as if space. A gap was torn in front of everyone’s eyes revealing the other world on that end. Through the gap, one could faintly see the scenery on the other end. That mountain forest was completely different. Sometimes it was a lively and splendid city, sometimes it switched to a rocky cliff, and it finally freezed into one piece of vast sea.

“This is the teleportation circle used by the Patriarch back then. With this array, the ground can be reduced to an inch, and one will reach the end of the world in a short time. But when passing through a different dimension, it is extremely dangerous. It depends on whether your cultivation base could reach it smoothly. If you are not afraid, go up and try.”

Yuan Xiang raised her leg and walked up the steps. Nan He and others naturally followed her.

When she first stepped on the stone platform, it was calm and quiet, and the teleportation array was bright with a soft light.

Wuyuan said, “Haha, now I can go to Nanming to have a look. That’s a place my father has never been to. When he wakes up, I can brag to him…”

Nan He was reaching out to her, “Take me, don’t walk too fast alone.”

Before Wuyuan’s voice fell, Yuan Xiang had no time to catch Nan He’s hand, and the familiar palm in front of her suddenly disappeared. As soon as Yuan Xiang raised her head, there was no Nan He, no array, no people in front of her. There was only an endless blank. The lone stone platform stood quietly in the vast space, and above the stone platform was the spatial crack that connected the world.

The crack opened slowly like a door in front of Yuan Xiang, and the world at the other end of the door was a dazzling blue. The calling voices of Nan He, Wuyuan and others sounded in Yuan Xiang’s mind. They failed to follow in. Yuan Xiang, who was used to staying with her friends, was alone. She looked at the weird crack in front of her with a moment of hesitation in her heart.

“Everyone advised you not to go to Nanming, why are you still here?” A tender voice sounded.

Yuan Xiang turned her head and saw the six or seven-year-old young God. He was sitting on the railing of the stone platform, looking at Yuan Xiang gently.

“In this world, there are always things that have to be done,” Yuan Xiang said.

The young man raised his finger, and a drop of black ink appeared on the pale wall. The ink was outlined in lines and the shades were laid out, gradually drawing an ink painting scroll in the blank world.

Yuan Xiang remembered that she had seen this kind of painting in the residence of the Taoist Sect of Dongxuan. It was a mural that could change at any time, showing the past of the world.

“You are still young, maybe you don’t know what life was like when demons wreaked havoc on the world. You can understand my intentions when you see this,” the boy said.