Chapter 1933 - 55: Departure (Part 4)

Yi seemed to half understand, yet a Token had already flown towards him, and he hurriedly caught it.

In his ear, the voice of his teacher, Wang Ba, also resounded:

"With this Token, you can observe Combat Skills anywhere within the Taoist Field."

Though Yi did not fully grasp it, he nonetheless held the Token and walked away.

Watching the three of them depart in succession, Wang Ba involuntarily let out a soft sigh of turbid Qi.

Although he had sent Wang Yi’an to guard the Senluo Hell, he knew that Wang Yi’an and Xuan Min were undoubtedly contributing to the development of the Witch Clan and the enhancement of its role in the Little Cang World.

He did this in hopes that Wang Yi’an could gain some insight, no longer trapped by the distinction between Witch People and Cultivators.

So it is said, the heavens and earth are unkind and regard all things as straw dogs.

Because of its unkindness, it can achieve kindness.

Once the compassionate heart is developed, the path of Cultivation can flow unimpeded.

Otherwise, this will eventually become a knot in the heart that traps one for a lifetime.

A parent’s love for their child means planning deeply for their future.

At the same time.

"Yi’an, Yi’an..."

Xuan Min hurriedly caught up with Wang Yi’an, who was flying ahead, and said worriedly:

"I don’t think father meant to punish you, don’t be upset..."

Wang Yi’an calmed his emotions, shook his head, and said:

"I understand father’s intention, I’m not upset... It’s just that I haven’t seen my master since coming back, so I’ll see him before entering the realm."

Hearing this, Xuan Min looked at Wang Yi’an worriedly again, but seeing he didn’t seem upset, she finally breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying:

"Then I’ll accompany you."

"Mm."

Soon, the two landed in front of the Chunyang Palace.

Not having landed yet, a voice with Zhao Feng’s faint coldness called out from afar:

"When did you return?"

Hearing this voice, Xuan Min couldn’t help but look at Wang Yi’an.

Wang Yi’an gently patted her hand and soothed in a low voice:

"My master is like this, cold outwardly but warm inside, let’s go."

With that, he led Xuan Min directly into the Chunyang Palace.

The cultivator guarding the door saw it was Wang Yi’an, greeted him with a smile, but didn’t stop them.

Upon entering the hall, they indeed found a figure, posture straight as a sword, sitting cross-legged in the central hall, a pair of double pupils looking over at the two of them.

"Master!"

Unable to hold back a joyful smile, Wang Yi’an flew forward.

Compared to his parents, Wang Ba and Bu Chan, he was closer to Zhao Feng.

However, seeing Zhao Feng’s double pupils, he was somewhat surprised.

Xuan Min quickly followed, bowing to Zhao Feng:

"Xuan Min greets Master."

Zhao Feng’s gaze swept over Xuan Min, and though surprised, a rare smile appeared on his face as he nodded, then gently lifted his sleeve.

A porcelain bottle immediately flew out from the sleeve and landed directly in Xuan Min’s hands.

"This..."

Xuan Min looked hesitant.

"Just accept it since Master bestowed it,"

Wang Yi’an said with a smile, and then looked at Zhao Feng, half-jokingly complaining:

"Master is reliable; father and mother didn’t even think of a meeting gift for their daughter-in-law."

Zhao Feng was somewhat surprised, then shook his head with a sigh:

"These years, your father’s burdens are too heavy, otherwise, with his nature, how could he overlook such a matter."

Hearing this, Wang Yi’an couldn’t help but feel some heartache.

"Let’s not talk about this, tell me about your experiences inside the realm these years."

Zhao Feng casually brushed the matter aside.

Wang Yi’an then started to recount to Zhao Feng.

They talked for a long time.

"Your father wishes for you to see the True Spirit inside the realm... whether cultivator or witch person, their True Spirits are essentially the same. Even a Divinity Transformation cultivator’s True Spirit doesn’t differ much from that of an ordinary person, so you mustn’t... erm..."

While speaking, Zhao Feng suddenly paused.

Wang Yi’an looked at Zhao Feng in confusion, only to see Zhao Feng’s face expressionless, and his double pupils suddenly carried a faintly aloof, unfamiliar look...

A sword-shaped Dao Domain silently appeared around him.

"Master, are you alright?"

Wang Yi’an quickly called out.

Zhao Feng seemed to snap awake, returning to his senses suddenly, lightly frowning, but soon smoothing it out, and shaking his head, said:

"It’s nothing... I might have rushed a bit in my cultivation these days."

Wang Yi’an responded with an ’oh’, without much thought.

They chatted for a while longer, finally parting reluctantly.

Watching Wang Yi’an and the others leave, Zhao Feng felt his own state, frowning slightly:

"Strange... Is it an illusion?"

...

Time flew by swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, over thirty years had passed.

In the capital city of the Witch Clan in the Northern Continent.

A girl in a green dress, with tears in her eyes, hugged Yu Wuheng, who was wearing plain clothes with her hair up, and cried out:

"Mother, are you really willing to leave me here like this?"

Yu Wuheng lovingly stroked the girl’s hair, her gaze filled with reluctance, she took a deep breath, her eyes showing determination:

"This is your mother’s choice... don’t blame her."

Then she lifted her head and looked at Chong Hua not far in front, speaking in a deep voice:

"Remember your promise to me."

Chong Hua’s face turned serious:

"Rest assured... take care."

Far above the sky dome, Wang Ba and Cang Fuzi watched silently.

And behind them, Song Dongyang’s expression was extremely solemn.

Yu Wuheng’s gaze swept over these figures that outsiders couldn’t see, and nodded gently.

For the last time, she hugged the girl, who was crying uncontrollably, then froze the girl’s figure, resolutely soaring into the sky.

At this moment, her aura was no longer concealed!

The enormous Yuanci Path, almost in an instant, enveloped the entire Four Great Continents inside the realm!

Covering the sky and the sun, vast and boundless!

It even seemed quite crowded inside the realm.

Wang Ba and Chong Hua saw this, their expressions somewhat grave.

The Seventh-Order Tao Domain is indeed extraordinary.

Even though she was quickly defeated in front of the Six-fingered Divine Demon before, it still brought them a rare suffocating feeling.

"Rising inside the realm... Senior Sister will most likely ascend to the Cloud Sky Realm, I hope she can tell Chongyuan Patriarch about the situation here."

Wang Ba secretly hoped in his heart.

If they could receive Chongyuan Patriarch’s assistance, they might reach their destination faster.

At the same time.

"Goodbye... Mother will wait for you in the heavens."

Yu Wuheng looked affectionately at the girl below, who was already in tears, her eyes filled with reluctance, love, guilt, and determination.

She deeply loved her daughter, but she did not live for Yu Yu, she also had her own path to follow.

As her words fell, she calmly faced the falling...

Hmm?!

Where is the ascension tribulation thunder?!

Yu Wuheng raised her head in astonishment, looking at the sky.

In the sky, tribulation thunders were brewing, but it wasn’t the ascension tribulation, it was just that her power had already completely surpassed the limit that the Little Cang World could bear, triggering the innate reaction of the Little Cang World.

Above the sky dome, Wang Ba frowned at this scene, turned to Cang Fuzi and asked in a low voice:

"What’s going on? Where is the ascension tribulation?"

Cang Fuzi showed a look of surprise and doubt:

"Strange, I haven’t felt anything either..."

"You haven’t felt it either?"

Wang Ba was surprised to hear this.

At the same time, unable to sense the ascension tribulation, Yu Wuheng couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows deeply, only pausing to think for a moment, she then looked at Wang Ba on the sky dome:

"Let me out."

Wang Ba did not delay, and quickly had Cang Fuzi open the realm membrane.

Yu Wuheng immediately flew out.

This time, she exerted her utmost to release her aura.

One breath, two breaths... fifteen minutes passed, but nothing happened.

"No ascension tribulation, why is there no ascension tribulation?"

Yu Wuheng looked around the vast realm sea in confusion.

Having clearly left the Immortal Forbidden Land, why is there still no ascension tribulation here?

At the same moment.

Standing on the realm membrane, also waiting for the tribulation thunder to descend, Wang Ba’s face was uncharacteristically grim:

"The Sea of Chaos Realm... it unexpectedly can’t ascend?"