"Every moment, the Saints' Fruit will allow a Holy Emperor to become a Holy Emperor. Now that the Saints' Fruit has reappeared, it looks like another Holy Emperor will appear on the Tian Yuan Continent before long. This is a blessing for the Tian Yuan Continent, "Wu Chen murmured to herself before looking back at Changyang Hu. She said," Changyang Hu, just stay here and have some peace and quiet. I really do hope that you can sever your ties with the world of mortals as soon as possible and break free from the shackles of the world of mortals. "With that, the pavilion master made her way outside.
Changyang Hu seemed to be struggling, but it would be replaced by confusion at times. He seemed to be at a loss for what to do, as if he had lost his direction, unable to find his path.
Suddenly, Changyang Hu looked at the pavilion master who was about to disappear from the secret room. He said, "Pavilion master, I want to go home and take a look."
"Changyang Hu, are you worried about your family?" The pavilion master paused and asked without looking back.
"It's already been many years since I've been home. I wonder how my family is doing right now. There's also my brother, sister, and the others." Changyang Hu revealed an extremely rare sliver of longing.
"Your worries are unnecessary. Changyang Prefecture is like the midday sun right now, and your brother has become a peak expert renowned across the continent," the pavilion master gently sighed.
"But I still want to go back and take a look. I want to see my mother," said Changyang Hu.
The pavilion master fell silent for a while before saying, "Go back. Experience the world of mortals once more. It might be of some help to you."
Changyang Hu immediately left the pavilion. The pavilion master did not let Changyang Hu directly return through a Space Gate. Instead, she let him travel alone from Changyang Prefecture, crossing the great distance to return to the Kingdom of Gesun with his own abilities.
After Changyang Hu left, a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance arrived before the pavilion master. He clasped his hands and said, "Pavilion master!"
"This place is very far from the Kingdom of Gesun. Changyang Hu will definitely encounter some difficulties along the way. Wuxin, secretly protect Changyang Hu. Only act when his life is in danger," said the pavilion master.
"Yes, pavilion master!" With a single movement, Wuxin suddenly vanished. He had already pursued Changyang Hu with great speed.
The Pavilion Master of the Pure Heart Pavilion returned to the simple and crude meeting hall. It was already filled with people, and all of them were important figures of the Pure Heart Pavilion.
"Pavilion master, the Saints' Fruit that only appears once every forty thousand years has already ripened. How should we deal with it? Should we take part in the competition?" A white-haired old man stood up and asked the pavilion master.
The pavilion master, Wu Chen, sat on an extremely archaic cushion. She calmly said, "The Pure Heart Pavilion cultivates the Pure Heart Mantra, so we must achieve a state of mind that is pure of desires. We cannot allow external matters to cloud our minds. According to the records, when the Saints' Fruit appeared on the Tian Yuan Continent in the past, our Pure Heart Pavilion did not take part in the competition. At most, a few seniors would enter the Death Nest with a few experts to study its mysteries. This time, we still won't take part. "
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At the same time, in the forbidden grounds of the back mountain of the Tyrant's Blade School, a huge heavenly blade soared through the air. It hovered three meters above the ground, emitting a layer of dazzling light.
On Skyblade, a muscular, middle-aged man in tight clothes sat cross-legged on the hilt of Skyblade. Streams of incomparably pure energy flowed out from Skyblade before being sucked in by the muscular, middle-aged man like a whale sucking in water.
He was the ancestor of the Tyrant's Blade School, Guihai Yidao. He was currently absorbing the energy within the Emperor Armament to cultivate.
Over a hundred Emperor Armaments had fused with the god artifact over the years, so the energy gathered within had reached an extremely terrifying level. Even the Holy Emperor at Great Perfection would struggle to control it and would suffer an extremely powerful backlash.
However, as the true master of the Emperor Armament, Guihai Yidao could control the Emperor Armament like an extension of his arm even though he was not as powerful as the Holy Emperor at Great Perfection.
Suddenly, Guihai Yidao's eyes snapped open. Immediately, two terrifying streaks of light shot out from his eyes. They pierced through space, causing the space before him to shatter, reducing it to chaos. However, the scene within the Death Nest clearly appeared in the chaotic space. The space constantly twisted, making it difficult to discern what was going on. However, there were powerful nine-colored lights that flickered.
"What's this?" Guihai Yidao's expression changed. He struggled to remain composed. Only a while later did he sigh in amazement, "What a powerful formation. What heaven-defying methods. Who cast this down?"
A few figures flew over with lightning-like speed. Guihai Yidao's gaze returned to normal, and the space he had pierced through returned to normal as well.
The people who had come were the great elders of the Tyrant's Blade School. They knelt down outside the forbidden grounds with great respect. One of them politely said, "Ancestor, the Saints' Fruit that only appears once every forty thousand years has ripened. Please allow us to leave the mountain and head to the Death Nest to obtain the Saints' Fruit so that you can recover your cultivation as the Holy Emperor."
"The Saints' Fruit? What's that? " Guihai Yidao was rather curious. He did not belong to the same generation as Mo Tianyun, and he had just returned to the protector clan, so he obviously did not know much about what had happened to Mo Tianyun in the past.
The great elders of the Tyrant's Blade School explained the matter of the Saints' Fruit in detail, but Guihai Yidao did not rejoice at all when he heard that the fruit could allow someone to become a Holy Emperor. He seemed extremely nonchalant, "I have no need for the Saints' Fruit, but it'll be of some use to you. You can go."
The great elders rejoiced. They could tell that their ancestor did not need the Saints' Fruit to become a Holy Emperor from what Guihai Yidao had said, so they were obviously overjoyed.
The great elders all left the Tyrant's Blade School. Guihai Yidao left the forbidden grounds as well, entering the library of the Tyrant's Blade School by himself. He carefully read through the records regarding Mo Tianyun and the Death Nest.
At the same time, the experts from the Changyang Prefecture, the Moyuan clan, the Yangji Zong, the Shenxiao sect, the Potian sect, the Yiyuan sect, the Heaven's Incense School, and the Heartless School all left. They directly ripped open Space Gates and hurried to the Death Nest.
Aside from them, the supreme experts of Mercenary City moved as well. Tian Jian was not the only Great Perfection expert of the Holy Emperor. There were a few other old men who had always lived in seclusion in Mercenary City and had only appeared during the invasion of the Hundred Races. They were about to reach the end of their lifespans, so they all wanted to use the Saints' Fruit to break through to the Holy Emperor realm.
A few ancient clans with great heritages had records regarding the Saints' Fruit as well. All the Holy Emperor experts in their clans hurried over.
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