Within Yan Zhaoge's mind, many thoughts surfaced, rising and falling one after another.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and calmed his heart. His gaze was calm and tranquil, only revealing the yearning and longing for the supreme technique of the sect as a junior disciple.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Xin Dongping, who nodded mildly. Therefore, Yan Zhaoge walked towards that illusory silhouette of radiance, entering it entirely.
Streams of light instantly descended from that silhouetted scroll, enveloping Yan Zhaoge.
A great amount of characters surfaced within Yan Zhaoge's mind, the contents of the second half of the Clear Qi Profound Art.
While there were some hints of the Clear Qi lineage of pre-Great Calamity times, ever since the Heaven Establishing Old Man Qiu Yuan and having been analysed and perfected by successive generations of Broad Creed Mountain's experts, the Clear Qi Profound Art had already possessed its own unique profundities, being an outstanding martial scripture.
Yan Zhaoge compared it with the Divine Palace's Scripture Vault that he had browsed before, gaining much from it.
Still, these could all be slowly thought about later. What Yan Zhaoge paid most attention to at this moment was that as he came into contact with the Clear Qi Profound Art's secret martial art, his consciousness seemed to have traversed through space as scenes from many years ago appeared before his eyes.
Boundless calamities and tribulations arose uncontrollably, and the heavens and earth were turned upside down. It was as if doomsday had arrived.
A streak of light descended from the heavens, breaking through the layers of the heavens and tearing through the infinite space as it descended upon the Eight Extremities World, landing amidst a mountain range.
On one of the mountain peaks, there was a mysterious and long mark.
After an unknown number of years, one day, someone passed by this place and looked at the traces left behind. His heart was moved, and he realized the profoundness within. He then sat in front of the mountain peak for many days, trying to comprehend the concept.
Looking at that person's features, Yan Zhaoge recognised him as the founder of their clan, the Heaven Establishing Old Man Qiu Yuan.
This was the scene of the divine light descending to the ground, leaving behind a relic. Qiu Yuan faced the wall to gain enlightenment of the Dao, gradually forming the process of creating the Grand Clear Energy Art.
The Divine Light might have been caused by the power of one of the Divine Palace warriors. Perhaps after the Divine Palace was destroyed, the wreckage fell down.
As Yan Zhaoge neared the silhouette of that square imprint once more, the world before his eyes instantly darkened, as though the very heavens and earth were collapsing.
Through analyzing the faint marks left on the seal platform, he was able to see through them. Yan Zhaoge suddenly felt a chill in his heart. As the images within his mind changed, he seemed to vaguely see a fragment of something traversing through layers of space. He descended from the sky, falling into the Eight Extremities World.
Having obtained this, Qiu Yuan used it as a foundation to create the Heavenly Broad Creed Palm.
While the image was simple, Yan Zhaoge could feel his heart throbbing as he knew that the fragment of that thing was very important.
Gazing over carefully, Yan Zhaoge saw that as the fragment fell, a figure could vaguely be seen rising upwards from the hole in the void.
The fragments did not seem to have fallen by accident. Instead, it was intentionally thrown down by this person.
It was just a pity that this simple remnant of will stopped when Qiu Yuan created the Heavenly Broad Creed Palm.
Yan Zhaoge felt a little vexed.
After calming his emotions, Yan Zhaoge pondered, "I've never heard anyone mention this fragment before. Was it already lost long ago, or was it because it was too important that only the clan's highest echelon members knew about it, perhaps even the Chief passing it down to only one person?"
Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, calming his mind, "The confusion has not been resolved. There are more and more questions, but there are also more clues and directions. "
Temporarily burying these questions that could not be resolved within his heart, Yan Zhaoge began carefully comprehending the profundities of the Heavenly Broad Creed Palm.
Due to certain reasons, Yan Zhaoge had comprehended this supreme martial art. Compared to the Clear Qi Profound Art from before, he was even more proficient in it.
When everything had ended, Yan Zhaoge slowly opened his eyes, bowing to Xin Dongping, "I've troubled senior apprentice-granduncle."
Xin Dongping glanced deeply at Yan Zhaoge, shaking his head, "No matter, go and cultivate diligently."
Yan Zhaoge left the Martial Repository. Ah Hu was already waiting outside with Pan-Pan. Seeing Yan Zhaoge emerge, he gave a simple and honest laugh, "Young Master, it's settled?"
"It's just swallowing it in one gulp. Go back and slowly analyse and cultivate," Yan Zhaoge waved his hands, "Now, let's go back first."
Pan-Pan lunged over once more. This time, Yan Zhaoge did not stop him, hugging this big furry ball.
The current Pan-Pan's size was roughly similar to that of the giant panda in Yan Zhaoge's memories. While he was still slightly larger, at the very least, he no longer had that aura of a charging elephant like before.
Returning to his lodgings, Yan Zhaoge cultivated in peace.
One day, as he walked out towards the morning sun, Yan Zhaoge's heart suddenly jolted. Silently calculating the days, he walked out.
Following beside him, Ah Hu asked curiously, "Young Master, where are we going?"
Yan Zhaoge sighed, "To look for eldest apprentice-uncle. Today is the anniversary of senior apprentice-brother Shi's death; I will also go and offer incense."
Ah Hu blinked, realising what was going on. Not speaking, he obediently followed behind Yan Zhaoge.
Proceeding along the mountain, Yan Zhaoge ascended a small hill. Indeed, he saw two people standing there.
One was a tall, mighty man. It was precisely his eldest apprentice-uncle, Shi Tie.
Behind him stood Xue Fei.
Xue Fei's expression was solemn. Seeing Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu arrive, he nodded lightly, completely unlike his usual relaxed, unrestrained smile.
Shi Tie swivelled his head, "Zhaoge came? How thoughtful of you. "
Yan Zhaoge greeted Shi Tie, "Eldest apprentice-uncle, my condolences."
Shi Tie's expression was calm, as usual, "I'm fine."
Turning his head and advancing once more, his gaze fell on a tomb. While it was simple, its surroundings were exceptionally clean, with no weeds to be seen at all.
Before the tomb stood a tombstone, on which the words' Tomb of Beloved Son Shi Songtao 'were written.
On the two sides of this tomb, there were also two other tombstones.
Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu were both silent. Those two tombstones also had tablets erected before them, stating the identities of their owners, respectively belonging to Shi Tie's daughter-in-law and grandson.
These three tombstones were actually all tombstones of his personal belongings. However, this made one feel even more stifled, because Shi Songtao's family of three had perished, not even their corpses and bones having been found.
Yan Zhaoge and the others stood silently behind Shi Tie. For a white-haired person to send off a black-haired person had always been a great tragedy.
Looking at Shi Songtao's name, the figure of a handsome youth surfaced in Yan Zhaoge's mind, his features ninety percent similar to Shi Tie's, the father and son virtually having been cast from the same mold.
Yan Zhaoge himself had never personally interacted with this senior apprentice-brother Shi before. His understanding of him all stemmed from the memories of his body's original owner.
Shi Songtao was even older than Xue Fei. When his name had spread far and wide in the Eight Extremities World, hailed as the Heaven's favoured son of Broad Creed Mountain's new generation, Yan Zhaoge had still been a child, just starting to cultivate in the martial arts.
As compared to the upright, serious Shi Tie, Shi Songtao was more gentle, but both father and son were similarly warm-hearted.
In their youth, Xue Fei and Yan Zhaoge had received much guidance and care from this senior apprentice-brother of theirs.
At that time, Shi Songtao had also been a high-spirited young Heaven's favoured son, having even tied the knot with his lover, having given birth to a son early on, being blissful to the extreme.
Even Shi Tie enjoyed the happiness of his family during those few years, and the smile on his face had increased by a lot.
Sadly, all of this was now a thing of the past.
Shi Tie stood there, his entire person resembling a statue, as if he had already been standing there for a thousand years. (To be continued.)
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