Chapter 473 - 179: Tracing the Origin of the Immortal Gateway, Three Kinds of People Who Can Enter the Heavenly Emperor Pavilion!_1

Chen Chang’an had no idea about the complex thoughts running in Yang Changdao’s flirtatious mind.

He simply shook his head, grinned slightly, and said,

"It’s nothing, Elder Yang, I was just thinking."

"The monthly salaries are about to be distributed, and it’s time for the young ladies of the Hundred Flower Sect pavilion to be pampered again."

"Am I right, Elder?"

"Ah... Yes, yes."

Yang Changdao was a little slow at first to catch what Chen Chang’an was implying, and nodded absentmindedly as he said,

"My nephew is indeed outstanding, his thoughts are indeed different from us old folks...huh?"

Wait a minute!

Before he could finish his thought, Yang Changdao suddenly realized that what Chen Chang’an had just said was exactly what he had been thinking about recently. Had his affair with Qinghe been discovered by Saint Chen?

Impossible.

This matter had only just begun to hint at ambiguity and was far from being settled.

Moreover, Saint Chen spent all his time within the sect, never venturing out, so he couldn’t possibly know.

It was probably just a thought that occurred to him by chance.

Shaking his head, Yang Changdao swept aside the thoughts in his mind.

Dismissing it as a suggestion made offhandedly by Chen Chang’an.

Next, the pair greeted each other politely.

After some time, and when he felt it was the right time, Chen Chang’an turned to Yang Changdao and said,

"Elder Yang, since the ancestor invited us, we shouldn’t delay any longer, let’s set off."

Hearing this, Yang Changdao promptly agreed,

"Indeed, let’s go."

Yang Changdao couldn’t wait to leave at once.

For some reason, he always felt naked in the presence of this young man.

This feeling was unbearable.

He wanted it to end as soon as possible!

Soon, Yang Changdao gestured, summoning a magic artifact flying boat, and turning to Chen Chang’an, he said,

"Chang’an, the place where the ancestor resides is somewhat special, let’s take this."

He gestured for Chen Chang’an to get onboard.

"Thank you, Elder."

Chen Chang’an did not think twice upon hearing Yang Changdao’s words. After giving a slight bow to Yang Changdao, he stepped onto the flying boat.

A low hum filled the air!

Soon, the two boarded the flying boat, heading towards the horizon.

After a while, having passed through numerous magnificent and stunning Immortal mountains, Chen Chang’an and Yang Changdao arrived in front of a towering mountain peak.

The peak stretched straight into the clouds, too tall to see the top.

It was enveloped in an ethereal layer of clouds and mist, with Immortal cranes flying about. The towering peak was filled with grandeur, displaying a manifest landscape of an Immortal’s treasured land.

This place was none other than the destination of Chen Chang’an and Yang Changdao’s journey: the divine peak of the Tianshui Sect!

"Chang’an, this is the Dao arena of the Ninth Ancestor. I’ll leave you here and you go in on your own," Yang Changdao put away the flying boat, and pointing at a cave dwelling radiating a purple-golden light, he told Chen Chang’an.

Even Yang Changdao, a respected former elder, couldn’t casually trespass a place like the divine peak.

"Alright, thank you Elder."

Chen Chang’an nodded in acknowledgement.

After bidding farewell to Yang Changdao, he walked straight toward the cave dwelling.

Although it was a cave dwelling, it was actually a small world.

Purple light surrounded it, acting as both a formation and a shield. Ordinary people couldn’t see the inside from outside at all.

To the scene before him, Chen Chang’an showed no surprise.

When cultivators reached the seventh realm, a small world would form within them. This small world would be released after the death of the cultivator.

Some of these worlds would disappear due to instability or improper maintenance, but some would be preserved.

It wasn’t unusual for the Tianshui Sect, with its long-standing heritage, to possess this kind of legacy.

It didn’t take long for Chen Chang’an to arrive at the entrance of the Dao arena.

He respectfully bowed to the light barrier and said,

"Chen Chang’an, the thirty-eighth mountain lord of Dao Cang Mountain, is here to meet the Ninth Ancestor."

The Ninth Ancestor, Chen Chang’an didn’t know much about him and had no idea why he had been summoned.

"Is that you, Chang’an? Come in."

As soon as Chen Chang’an finished speaking, an old voice came from within the purple miniature world.

Subsequently, a door tall enough for a single person suddenly appeared in the originally purple barrier.

The endless purple energy within the door swirled and swayed, as if welcoming Chen Chang’an’s arrival.

"Thank you, Ancestor."

Without any hesitation, Chen Chang’an stepped inside.

As soon as he entered, a wide expansive world was revealed before him.

In this world, there was a vast, infinite yellow river, and downstream of this river, there stood a purple Dao arena.

In the middle of the Dao arena, an old man sat cross-legged.

The old man sat with his eyes slightly closed, clad in a green robe with white hair and a face full of wrinkles.

He seemed to be extremely old.

However, despite appearing old,

upon closer inspection, one would discover that the old man’s face was filled with a sense of vast tranquility that seemed as desolate as death.

Without a doubt, this was a cultivator whose life had reached an infinite end.

Dao Masters do not die, it is their Dao that remains immortal, not them!

"Disciple Chen Chang’an, pays respect to the Ninth Ancestor."

Chen Chang’an thought for a moment, then walked forward, bowing slightly in respect.

"It’s you, Chang’an, come here."

Upon hearing Chen Chang’an’s words, the old man opened his eyes, radiating kindliness.