Jian Wushuang looked around again before he finally entered a meditative state.
Ever since he broke free from the Divine Power Universe, he had become a Derived Immortal from the Ancestor Realm.
With his Derived Immortal Realm strength, he had not encountered any life-or-death situations in the few years he had been in the Great Derived World.
Even the Giant Sea Heavenly Scripture and Ancestor Po Suo of the Po Suo Heaven did not give him a real fear of death.
Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that only by breaking free from the Derived Immortal Realm could one truly take that step.
Not long after he entered a meditative state, he seemed to have realized something and reached out to take out the wordless heavenly book.
Flipping through the first fifteen pages filled with tiny words, Jian Wushuang's gaze stopped on the sixteenth page. However, there was nothing but blank space.
"This shouldn't be. Wasn't I discussing swords with Chen Qing just now? Why didn't this book show anything? "
With a doubtful attitude, Jian Wushuang tried to transfer a strand of battle memory from his consciousness.
That strand of Divine Sense quickly sank into the pages of the book.
It did not disappoint Jian Wushuang. The consciousness cloud actually started to write. Neat, tiny words appeared on the blank pages.
Moreover, the writing speed was extremely fast this time. In almost ten breaths of time, everything was written.
The number of pages had also changed from several pages to one thin page.
"It can't be. Chen Qing's swordsmanship can have so few pages written?" Jian Wushuang could not believe it. He quickly flipped through it. After confirming that there was only one page, he did not know whether to laugh or cry.
However, an even more mysterious scene appeared. Chen Qing's swordsmanship, which originally only had one page, was actually disappearing line by line!
It was as if there was a pair of large hands in the unseen world that were erasing it.
"No, it can't be. What is this operation?" Jian Wushuang was secretly surprised. "It can't be that this collection of swords looks down on Chen Qing's swordsmanship, so it erased it?"
Without an answer, Jian Wushuang could only watch as Chen Qing's swordsmanship completely disappeared.
"What a strange collection of swords." He looked at the only copy in his hand and thought that if he met someone like Ding Baiyi in the future, wouldn't he be able to copy it and secretly learn from it?
Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. This collection of swords was simply a heaven-defying treasure. The senior who created this collection of swords was probably an interesting fellow.
After keeping the swords close to his body, Jian Wushuang sat down.
To him, five years was not even as long as the time he had spent fishing in the Cloud Palace.
He strived to adjust his Derivation Force and Realm to their peak in these five years so that he could deal with whatever happened next.
The Alms Bowl Vase was also opened. The three Monarchs wandered around Little Solitary Heaven for a while before returning to the vase to sleep.
Everything passed peacefully. Jian Wushuang did not know what was waiting for him next. He could only accept it.
Undercurrents often surged beneath the seemingly calm surface of the water.
Five years passed in the blink of an eye.
When Jian Wushuang's hair once again surged with magnificent flowing light transformed from Derivation Force, the boundary of Little Solitary Heaven was opened.
The young Monarch took off his extravagant clothes and changed into the court attire that symbolized the Emperor's son.
On the dark golden court attire, every stroke depicted mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, symbolizing the meaning of bona.
And on the collar of the attire, two symmetrical small beasts with thin ears were inlaid with dark golden threads.
The court attire made the young emperor look less coquettish and more valiant and dignified. However, the paleness on his face couldn't be concealed.
Behind him stood nearly a thousand figures.
"Young Monarch, I'll go and invite Brother Jian here." Chen Qing cupped his hands and was about to move forward when he was suddenly stopped.
"Wait here. I'll make a trip there." After the young Monarch said that, he rushed into the depths of Little Solitary Heaven alone.
Chen Qing's eyes revealed a hint of envy. "Brother Jian is really amazing. I, Chen Qing, have followed the young Monarch for so many years, but I've never seen anyone receive such treatment."
The skinny purple-robed man looked up slightly and looked at the young Monarch's departing figure. Then, he lowered his eyes again.
As if sensing something, Jian Wushuang, who was meditating, slowly opened his eyes and saw a figure floating over.
"Brother Jian, Gong Ziyan is here to visit." The young Monarch smiled and stopped in the square.
Jian Wushuang exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and stood up to nod.
The young Monarch sized up Jian Wushuang and asked with interest, "How's your recovery?"
"Not bad. When do we leave?"
"Everything is ready. We're just waiting for you."
Jian Wushuang nodded. At this moment, Chun Qiu walked out of the hall and stood behind him.
Just as he was about to leave, the young Monarch suddenly called out to him. Then, he stretched out his hand and stuffed a set of clothes into Jian Wushuang's hands.
"Change into it. It's tailor-made for the embroiderers in the Dasi Region. It's not bad."
Jian Wushuang felt helpless, but he could not flare up. He could only quickly rush into the hall and change into the clothes.
A moment later, Jian Wushuang appeared in a long robe embroidered with silver threads.
Although the clothes made him look extraordinarily handsome, it made him feel a little uncomfortable when he drew his sword. It was far from being as comfortable as the black-robed ranger.
The young Monarch's eyes revealed a satisfied look. Then, he turned and led the way.
"Brother Jian, I couldn't tell that your appearance is not much worse than the Monarch's." Chun Qiu sized up Jian Wushuang with envy in his eyes.
"Don't talk nonsense. This attire doesn't suit me." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly. He quietly loosened his belt and walked forward.
Chun Qiu scratched his head. "It's really similar to my Monarch Father's figure back then. It's really strange."
He would never have thought that the young man beside him, who was silent but seemed to have endless stories, was once an Eon God.
A total of more than a thousand Ancestor-level top cultivators and 20 Derived Immortals stood in the void. At this moment, they revealed their true fangs to Jian Wushuang.
In the void of the Dasi Region, outside the Six Heavens Realm, the young Monarch's rare calm gaze slowly swept across the figures standing in front of him.
At this moment, the entire void of the Dasi Region resounded with a series of neighs.
Strange beasts that Jian Wushuang had never seen before stepped on flowing clouds and rode the wind in chariots.
These strange beasts looked like dragons and goats. They had curved horns and thin ears. Their bodies were covered in golden scales and were engraved with flowing cloud patterns. While they were indescribably strange, they were also quite mysterious.
There were a total of 20 strange beasts and 10 imperial chariots.
Every imperial chariot had a flag with the word "Yan" engraved on it.
After a long time, the young Monarch's calm but imposing voice resounded in the entire Dasi Region.
"Everyone, follow Gong Ziyan to the Heavenly Court for the banquet!"
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