The Prodigies War
chapter-1356

In a lush green valley.

Buzz—

The space rippled, revealing the figures of Lin Xun and Mister Miaoxuan.

Seconds before, they were still standing on the saint slaughter battlefield that was filled with the nauseating smell of blood. But in the blink of an eye, they had come to a valley that seemed to be isolated from the world. Lin Xun glanced around, a little bewildered.

“Fortunately, Bai Yujing is not an unreasonable person and did not take the matter further.”

Mister Miaoxuan’s eyes were unfathomable as he gazed into the distant sky. His face relaxed with a relieved smile.

Bai Yujing?

Lin Xun couldn’t help gasping and thought of a poem.

‘Heavenly Baiyujing, Twelve Towers and Five Cities. The immortal caresses my top, my hair receives longevity.’

Years ago, he traveled to Baiyujing and took the test of the Twelve Towers.

He noticed the name Bai Yujing engraved in the first spot of the stone tablet in the Spirit Tempering Tower of the Twelve Towers.

The second place was Omega Sword Ancestor, the founder of the Omega Sword Sect.

Third place was Yun Qingbai.

But at that time, Lin Xun had already broken the record of the Spirit Tempering Tower and made it to the top spot of the stone tablet!

Lin Xun still remembered that, when he passed the test and became the number one of the Spirit Tempering Tower, a heroic and unconstrained laughter rang from the name inscription of Bai Yujing—

“I am not alone. Little friend, the day you become a Saint and leap out of the cage of the great dao is the day you and I will meet…”

Then, the voice faded.

After Lin Xun came out of the Spirit Tempering Tower, he discussed Bai Yujing with Xiao Qinghe. Xiao Qinghe did not know much about him, but he did tell him a legendary rumor.

Rumor had it that before the Omega Sword Ancestor founded the Omega Sword Sect in Baiyujing, the Twelve Towers and Five Cities already existed.

And the Twelve Towers and Five Cities might be the creation of a legendary immortal.

It was widely known that the Omega Sword Ancestor had also trained in the Twelve Towers of the Five Cities when he was at the Cyclic Derivation Stage!

Xiao Qinghe suspected that the legendary immortal was Bai Yujing.

But Lin Xun disputed this speculation. In his opinion, if Bai Yujing was the legendary immortal, then why would he train in the Spirit Tempering Tower?

It was then that Lin Xun made a bold speculation that Bai Yujing was most likely the descendant of the legendary immortal!

In that poem, there was a sentence that caught his attention. ‘The immortal caresses my top, my hair receives longevity.’

“Do you know Bai Yujing?”

Mister Miaoxuan glanced at Lin Xun.

“I have seen the name Bai Yujing inscribed in the Spirit Tempering Tower,” Lin Xun answered honestly.

“Yes, that was left by Bai Yujing.” Mister Miaoxuan nodded. “On the battlefield just now, you must have sensed an extremely terrifying power rushing in. That power belonged to Bai Yujing.”

“Him?” Lin Xun raised his brows.

“Don’t misunderstand. Even if he takes action, he won’t kill a junior.”

Miaoxuan explained, “Bai Yujing is a powerful person at the Quasi-Emperor level. A long time ago, he fought on the front line of the Ancient Wasteland Domain and defended against enemies from the Eight Domains along with other almighty sages.

“To put it simply, he is an unparalleled hero, a mighty authority. His mind and courage are both far beyond those of ordinary people.

“I reckon that he showed up because he didn’t want to watch you kill so many Saints because that would leave the Ancient Wasteland Domain with a disastrous loss of Saint Stage power.”

Lin Xun nodded and did not say anything else.

He would not judge a person’s character based on just this.

Bai Yujing perhaps might be, in the eyes of Mister Miaoxuan, an elder worthy of admiration and respect.

But Lin Xun would not make presumptions judgments.

“Elder, dare I ask what is his relationship with the Omega Sword Sect?” Lin Xun suddenly asked.

Today, the name Baiyujing was the name of a province and also where the Twelve Towers and Five Cities controlled by the Omega Sword Sect was located.

“They are deeply connected.”

Mister Miaoxuan explained, “Strictly speaking, the founder of the Omega Sword Sect was Bai Yujing’s junior brother. The Omega Sword Ancestor established a sect and became the founder, while Bai Yujing traveled the world alone with no one but his sword.”

Lin Xun’s heart thumped. He’s the senior brother of Omega Sword Ancestor? Does that not mean Bai Yujing is a living ancient figure?

“You can rest assured that even if Bai Yujing knows about the bad blood between you and the Omega Sword Sect, he would not personally take action against you.”

Mister Miaoxuan reassured him very confidently, “In the future, if you have the opportunity to go to the Frontline Battlefield of the Ancient Wasteland Domain, you will understand what kind of person Bai Yujing is. If it weren’t for him and a group of powerful sages defending the frontline...enemies from the eight domains likely would have broken into the Ancient Wasteland Domain.”

Lin Xun frowned. “Is the Frontline Battlefield of the Ancient Wasteland Domain different from the Nine Domains Battlefield?”

Mister Miaoxuan smiled. “It’s the same, but it’s also different. Strictly speaking, only cultivators at the Saint Stage and above are qualified to stand on the Frontline Battlefield of the Ancient Wasteland Domain. The others will just be throwing away their lives if they go there.

“To put it simply, the Frontline Battlefield is a place where only Saints and above fight.

“As for the Nine Domains Battlefield, it is located in some other boundary between the Ancient Wasteland Domain and the other eight domains.

“Due to the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth, the Nine Domains Battlefield can at most only allow the entry of experts at the True Saint level. Only those below the True Saint Stage would not face many restrictions.

“You have been to the Immortal Sacred Mountain before to participate in the Little Giant List Competition. You should also know that on the Immortal Sacred Mountain is a passage that leads to the Nine Domains Battlefield.

“But generally speaking, it is incredibly difficult for cultivators below the King Stage to survive on the Nine Domains Battlefield.

“Therefore, the Nine Domains Battlefield is probably where cultivators at the King Stage and below the True Saint Stage compete for supremacy.

“But unlike the Frontline Battlefield, the Nine Domains Battlefield rarely opens up, unless there is a great change in the world.”

Mister Miaoxuan explained things very patiently. In particular, when he talked about the Frontline Battlefield and the Nine Domains Battlefield, he did not attempt to conceal anything.

Naturally, Lin Xun knew what was on his mind, so he immediately gave a cupped fist salute and reassured him, “Elder, don’t worry, I never go back on my promises. If, one day, the war of the nine domains really breaks out, I will not shirk from my duty.”

Mister Miaoxuan smiled pleasantly. “I’m glad.”

Lin Xun keenly sensed that Mister Miaoxuan from the Divine Apparatus Pavilion seemed to value him highly. From the moment they met, he had always shown a side of kindness and friendliness towards him.

This surprised but also moved Lin Xun. Being appreciated and valued by other people was always a good feeling, especially since Mister Miaoxuan was not an ordinary person.

Suddenly, Mister Miaoxuan asked, “Little friend, the fight has come to an end. What are your plans next?”

“I plan to settle some grudges before I return to the lower domain.”

As Lin Xun said this, a thought struck him. “Elder, do you know how to return to the lower domain now?”

Mister Miaoxuan wrinkled his brows and pondered for a long time before he shook his head. “Before the great age came, the Divine Apparatus Pavilion had already predicted that the law power of heaven and earth would change. All the passages to the lower domains have collapsed following these changes in the law power.

“If you want to return to the lower domain now, there are only two ways.”

Lin Xun perked up. “Elder, please guide me.”

“The first is to follow the old path. Although the passages to the lower domain have all collapsed due to changes in the law power, some sects and clans still hold the coordinates of crossing the boundary of nothingness. You can teleport across space if you have it.”

Lin Xun quickly rejected the first option. Given his current situation, it was simply impossible for him to follow this method.

“The second option is to go to the Cloud Weaver Clan and ask their Path Guide to find a passage for you in the boundary of nothingness.”

When Mister Miaoxuan said this, Lin Xun suddenly thought of Caicai. He couldn’t help but sigh to himself. Do I really have no choice but to ask for help from the Cloud Weaver Clan?

As though noticed that Lin Xun was in a dilemma, Mister Miaoxuan suddenly smiled and took out a bronze box covered with dense dao runes. “Little friend, I suggest you go to the Cloud Weaver Clan and request their help. With this box, they will definitely agree to your request.”

Lin Xun looked taken aback.

Mr. Miaoxuan smiled warmly. “Take it, think of it as me building good karma for the sentient beings of the Ancient Wasteland Domain. Little friend, I hope you won’t forget what you have promised in the future.”

Lin Xun smiled wryly. “Elder, even if you didn’t take this out, I will still follow my promise.”

Mister Miaoxuan laughed heartily.

In the end, Lin Xun accepted the kind gesture.

“Little friend, farewell.”

Not long after that, Mister Miaoxuan drifted away carrying a basket of books on his back.

“Elder, take care.”

As Lin Xun watched him depart, he couldn’t help but sigh emotionally. There might be many wicked people in the world, but equally, there was no lack of true sages like Mister Miaoxuan!

Hu—

Lin Xun exhaled a breath of turbid air, surveyed the area, and quickly discovered a nearby cave for him to meditate quietly.

In his body, the power of the life-killing Stupa heart was on the verge of being depleted. He also felt extremely drained after the battle against the group of Saints.

His energy, spirit, and qi were exhausted so he needed to rest and recuperate.

……

Meanwhile, Mister Miaoxuan returned to the battlefield. Staring at the blood colored sky and hearing the ceaseless sounds of mourning, he couldn’t help but sigh.

“I hope…I hope I am right about him…”

Then, he sat down cross-legged under the sky and took out the Spring Autumn Brush and the Annals of History from the basket. He wrote:

“In the tenth year of the great age, many Saints perished, which was accompanied by endless mournful cries. The color of blood filled the sky and the earth. A battle like this has never happened before throughout the ages. We should remember this so that the future generations can learn from it.

“From what I can see, Lin Xun has unyielding determination and an unshakable mind. His foundation is so deep that even I can’t see through it. As they say, the great age will be led by the outstanding and unparalleled talents in the world. I just hope that, in the future, the kid will think for the people of the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

“In addition, today can be renamed Saint Death Day. After all, nine Saints had been killed.

After writing this, Mister Miaoxuan rose to his feet, his scholarly robe fluttering in the breeze, and he vanished from the spot.

In Snow Mulberry City, eight thousand miles away, blood-red rain lashed down for nine days straight, turning the world a glaring red shade.

On this day, a group of Saints were slaughtered, shocking the entire world.