"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 our Tian Yuan Continent." Afterward, she looked back at Changyang Hu and said, "Changyang Hu, just stay here and have some peace and quiet. I really do hope that you can sever your ties with the mortal world as soon as possible and break free from the shackles of the mortal world." With that, the pavilion master made her way outside.
Changyang Hu's eyes were filled with struggle, 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's figure that 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 even looking back.
"It's 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 showed a rare sliver of longing in his eyes.
"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 mortal world 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, protect Changyang Hu secretly. 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 extremely quickly.
The Pavilion Master of the Pure Heart Pavilion returned to the extremely simple and crude meeting hall. The hall 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 cross-legged on a very old futon with a calm expression: "Our Pure Heart Pavilion cultivates the Pure Heart Art. We must achieve a state of pure heart and few desires. We mustn't be confused by external matters. 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, a huge blade soared through the air in the forbidden grounds of the Tyrant's Blade School. It actually hovered three meters above the ground as it shone with a dazzling light.
A burly, middle-aged man in tight clothes sat cross-legged on Skyblade's hilt. Pure energy flowed out from Skyblade before being sucked into the middle-aged man's body 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 weapon 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 was a powerful nine-colored light that flickered.
"What's this?" Guihai Yidao's expression changed. He struggled to maintain his composure. 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 from afar 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 chalk 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 show any joy when he heard that the fruit could allow people to become Saint Emperors. He seemed extremely nonchalant. He said, "I have no use for the Saints' Fruit, but it's still useful to you. You can go."
The chalk great elders rejoiced. They could already tell that their ancestor did not need the Saints' Fruit to become a Saint Emperor, so they were obviously overjoyed and overjoyed.
The Grand Chalk Elders of the Tyrant's Blade School all left. After they left, Guihai Yidao also left the forbidden grounds. He entered the library of the Tyrant's Blade School by himself and 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 ripped open Space Gates and hurried to the Death Nest.
Other than 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 remained 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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