Poles part

Chapter 1

‘Master, Junior Master's soul light is on.’

The core disciple who was on duty in the Destiny Soul Hall today discovered something and ran to the Elder's Courtyard in a frenzy.

‘Nonsense, your little master uncle has been dead for over a hundred years.’

Inside the house, an old man was making tea and sniffed and chided.

‘Really, don't believe me, go and see.’

This was a big deal, the core disciple confirmed it many times before daring to come over to report it.

Hearing this, the old man choked on the tea he drank into his mouth and stared with his eyes, ‘Really?’

When he arrived at the Destiny Soul Hall, a soul lamp in the corner lit up with a faint glow, and it was true.

The old man's body trembled slightly, excited and with a hint of apprehension, fearing that this possibility would be dashed, and suffering the pain of despair once again, ‘The soul lamp is rekindled, is Junior Master still alive?’

‘Master, what to do?’

The core disciple asked for instructions.

‘Check!’

A glimmer of hope flickered in the old man's eyes, his hands clenched with a serious expression. His name was Dong Wenjun, a Protector Elder of the Xuanqing Dao Sect, with an extremely high and distinguished status.

More than 100,000 miles away from the Xuanqing Dao Sect, there was an ancient forbidden area called the Heavenly Abyss.

A hundred years ago, the Heavenly Abyss's forbidden area manifested a vision, and some people claimed to have seen a heaven and earth supreme treasure fall into the forbidden area.

As a result, many sects in the Northern Wasteland stepped into the Heavenly Abyss.

The Xuanqing Dao Sect sent over a dozen powerful elders there, as well as dozens of core disciples.

Among them was a newly promoted inner sect elder called Chen Qingyuan, who was the strongest of the younger generation of the Xuanqing Sect, and was held in high regard by the elders.

Entering the Heavenly Abyss Forbidden Area, many of the sect's experts never returned and fell.

The Xuanqing Sect was even more miserable than the other sects, with their entire army wiped out.

After a hundred years, Chen Qingyuan's soul lamp lit up, causing the top echelons of the Xuanqing Sect to boil over.

‘Finally, it's come out.’

Near the Heavenly Abyss, a young man in a green tunic stood at the edge of the lake and let out a long breath.

His clothes carried some mud and dust, and there wasn't a trace of aura fluctuation on his body.

This person was Chen Qingyuan, who was thought by the world to be dead for hundreds of years, a former supreme demon, and the shut-in disciple that the Xuanqing Sect's supreme ancestor had taken in before he sat down.

Chen Qingyuan was not very old, but his seniority was extremely high. A group of old men in the Xuanqing Sect had to address him as Senior Brother, and the core disciples and inner disciples below even had to call him Senior Uncle.

‘I don't want to go in again in this life.’

Chen Qingyuan glanced back at the pitch-black jungle, which contained an ancient abyss with a different heaven.

When Chen Qingyuan had just uttered these words, an ancient female voice reached his ears, ‘Kid, don't forget the agreement between us.’

At those words, Chen Qingyuan winced and hurriedly shut up.

The hundred years of experience within the Heavenly Abyss was unbearable for Chen Qingyuan. This time, he was able to come out alive because Chen Qingyuan had made a pact with the terrifying existence within the forbidden zone.

What made Chen Qingyuan feel puzzled to this day was why he was able to escape from death, was it because he was handsome?

This possibility was small, but it wasn't impossible.

‘Alas!’ Chen Qingyuan looked into the distance and sighed lightly, ‘Cultivation has been ruined, this place is at least 100,000 miles away from the Xuanqing Sect, how can I go back?’

If he traveled on foot, he would probably have to walk for the rest of his life.

‘Forget it, let's sleep first!’

Chen Qingyuan was too lazy to walk and found a shady place to lie down.

It didn't take long for Chen Qingyuan to fall into a deep sleep.

It had to be said that in this place in the middle of nowhere, Chen Qingyuan still dared to act like this without his cultivation. From this, it could be seen that although Chen Qingyuan's cultivation was ruined, he must still be hiding unknown cards, otherwise, how would he dare to be so arrogant?

One hour later, Dong Wenjun brought a group of people to this place.

When Dong Wenjun looked at Chen Qingyuan lying under the shade of a tree, his whole body trembled with excitement, his lips trembled, and he wanted to shout out. However, Dong Wenjun was afraid that this was an illusion of his own and froze in place, ripples swirling in his eyes.

‘Junior Uncle, wake up.’

Some disciples rushed forward and called out.

Chen Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes and saw the crowd.

Hearing the familiar voice, Dong Inquirer seemed to have returned to reality, dodging to Chen Qingyuan's face, carefully extending his hands and grabbing Chen Qingyuan's arms in one hand, ‘Senior brother, is it you?’

‘It's me.’ Chen Qingyuan let out a laugh, ‘Be gentle, senior brother, it hurts!’

With that, Dong Wenjun loosened his hands and took a few glances.

‘Junior Brother, your cultivation level?’

Dong Wenjun hadn't paid attention to this just now, and now that he had probed in detail, he unexpectedly found that Chen Qingyuan's body didn't have the slightest fluctuation of aura, and he didn't have any semblance of cultivation.

‘Became a wastrel.’ Chen Qingyuan's emotions didn't fluctuate too much, and the corner of his mouth kept hanging a smile.

Normally, if a cultivator became a wastrel, it should be worse than death.

However, Chen Qingyuan had a disinterested look on his face, as if it wasn't a big deal.

The last hundred years of living in the forbidden zone were not all for naught.

‘Huh? This ......’ Dong Inquirer was very surprised, and there was a hint of heartache.

‘Let's not talk about this, let's go back first!’

Chen Qingyuan waved his hand, interrupting the conversation.

‘Good.’

Dong Inquirer nodded heavily, this wasn't the place to chat.

Thus, Dong Inquisitor took out a Dao treasure, protecting Chen Qingyuan's physical body, and headed towards the Xuanqing Sect.

The Xuanqing Sect was able to find Chen Qingyuan without any problems, thanks to the guidance of the Soul Lamp.

Soon, Chen Qingyuan finally returned to the Xuanqing Sect.

The mountains were forested and surrounded by clouds.

Looking at this beautiful scenery, Chen Qingyuan's face revealed a strong color of joy.

‘Finally home.’

Chen Qingyuan had grown up in the Xuanqing Sect since he was a child, but unfortunately, he had just been accepted as a disciple by the Supreme Elder when his master sat down due to his lifespan having come to an end.

As a result, Chen Qingyuan cultivated under the tutelage of a group of senior brothers and sisters, with whom he was extremely close.

The Deliberation Hall, was filled with people, all the elders of the Xuanqing Sect.

This meeting was very important, and none of the core disciples were qualified to attend.

Chen Qingyuan was brought to the Deliberation Hall, looking at each familiar face, he arched his hand and saluted, ‘Greetings to all senior brothers and sisters.’

The Xuanqing Sect's Patriarch was named Lin Changsheng, Chen Qingyuan's eldest senior brother.

‘Junior Brother, how did you survive?’

Lin Changsheng was sitting in the main seat and already knew the general situation.

‘Alas, it's a long story that's not easy to tell.’

Chen Qingyuan stood in the center of the hall, uncomfortable being stared at by dozens of pairs of eyes.

‘We have plenty of time, speak slowly!’

Lin Changsheng had a serious expression.

Seeing this, Chen Qingyuan had no choice but to slowly say, ‘That day, we entered the Heavenly Abyss ......’

Next, Chen Qingyuan spoke the words he had prepared long ago.

To summarise, a group of people had entered the Heavenly Abyss and encountered all sorts of prohibitions and unknown dangers, and the only one left dead was Chen Qingyuan. Because Chen Qingyuan had performed a secret technique, he was able to fake his death and escape, taking a hundred years to walk out.

Although he escaped from death, his cultivation was destroyed and his spiritual roots were broken due to the backlash of the secret technique.

The crowd listened and fell into deep thought. They were not clear about the situation within the Heavenly Abyss, so naturally, they could not tell if what Chen Qingyuan said was true.

‘You're the only one left, alas.’

Lin Changsheng sighed.

Originally, the crowd still harbored a hint of fantasy as to whether the others had faked their deaths and escaped just like Chen Qingyuan.

‘The Heavenly Abyss is inaccessible.’

Chen Qingyuan recalled the images of his fellow disciples' tragic deaths, his face saddened.

‘Junior Brother, for the sake of safety, we have to check your physical condition.’

Lin Changsheng said seriously.

‘Understood, check!’

The Xuanqing Sect was worried that Chen Qingyuan had been taken over by someone, and if it wasn't handled carefully, it could be detrimental to the sect.

In the next moment, Chen Qingyuan locked eyes with the white-haired Dong Wenjun, his face showing joy as he lightly called out, ‘Senior Brother Dong.’