Chapter 872 872 - Little One

For some reason, after the black-robed man appeared, everyone upon seeing the black-robed man, including the five Quasi Divines above the clouds, felt a sense of trepidation!

There was no reason behind it.

They merely felt an instinctual fear, dread, and trepidation upon seeing that man!

Be it the Martial Master, Martial Grandmaster, or the Quasi-Divine battlefield, all the martial artists stopped what they were doing and looked over instinctively.

"So in the end… You came…"

The old divine swan had a conflicted expression and sighed gently when she saw who it was.

It was clear from the old divine swan's tone that she knew the person.

Everyone from Azure Myst Sect, Sect Master Ling Yun included, were in a daze.

"It's him!"

Suddenly, among the dozens of Azure Myst Sect Martial Grandmasters left, an old man who was clearly at the end of his life exclaimed, glaring at the black-robed man with his cloudy eyes.

"H-He's back!"

The Martial Grandmaster old man shivered emotionally.

"Little One, you've still got three years left of your lifespan…"

Shifting his gaze, the black-robed man looked at the Martial Grandmaster old man and said calmly.

Little One?

Aiden and the other martial artists of the younger generation were confused.

However, Sect Master Ling Yun, Zorun Kai, and the others shuddered.

The name of that Martial Grandmaster was Ning Yi and apart from the old divine swan, he was the oldest Grand Elder of Azure Myst Sect with a lifespan of over 1,000 years!

Martial Masters had lifespans of 500 years.

Martial Grandmasters had lifespans of 1,000 years.

Quasi Divines had lifespans of 5,000 years.

Almost all the martial artists in the generation of that Martial Grandmaster old man had died of old age, leaving him.

If the black-robed man before them addressed the Grand Elder, the divine swan as 'Little One', didn't that mean that he was even older than the latter?!

The black-robed man should have been someone from more than 1,000 years ago and that was why the generations from Ling Yun onwards did not recognize him.

Ling Yun's heart skipped a beat when he saw the reaction of the old divine swan and Grand Elder Nian Liu, as though he recalled something.

"Could it be him?"

Zorun Kai and the other Martial Masters gasped, exchanging glances. They had already guessed it.

Outside Azure Myst Sect.

In the distance, the hooded girl, Tai Liu looked at the newcomer with a confused expression and turned to ask. "Uncle, who is that? He seems to have some sort of a relationship with Azure Myst Sect and is rather formidable."

"I don't recognize him,"

The old man shook his head.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat as he thought of someone.

Someone that he had never seen before but had heard of from the legends!

The emperor murmured. "Perhaps he should be the only one who would care nothing about the primordial races."

On the other side.

Holy Maiden Slyvie Dewa and her aunt heaved sighs of relief when they saw the black-robed man appear.

Clapping, Holy Maiden Slyvie Dewa laughed. "Hehe, this senior still chose to appear!"

The mature woman said, "With him, there's nothing to worry about for the Quasi Divine battlefield. If I step in to stabilize the Martial Grandmaster battlefield, they should be able to tide through this calamity."

"I won't be heading over since they are watching from the other side." Holy Maiden Slyvie Dewa blinked and nodded towards the far end of the battlefield.

The mysterious auntie also nodded and took out a mask from her storage bag. Wearing it on her face, she turned into another person and headed to the battlefield.

"Hmm?"

Far in the depths of the Draconic Skink city of Ugburg, an old man sensed something and suddenly opened his eyes. A bright light shone from his glabella and a small ball of light the size of his palm flew out, glowing with radiance.

A mysterious energy fluctuation spread forth from the radiant little man.

His spirit consciousness was spreading.

A moment later, the radiant little globe returned to the old man's glabella and vanished without a trace.

Letting out a long breath, the old man murmured softly to himself in the darkness.

"To think that he would have returned at a time like this. There's no wonder why he was the number one paragon of the world back then. After not seeing him for over a hundred years, he has already cultivated to that point. He really is qualified to become the next one."

…

The skies above Azure Myst Sect.

The black-robed man surveyed the surroundings. When he saw the corpses strewn all over, his expression did not change and he merely commented indifferently, "It's truly been a long time since it was so crowded at Azure Myst Sect."

When they heard that, Zorun Kai and the others were even more certain about this man's identity.

Aiden frowned.

No matter how he looked at it, the black-robed man seemed like he had a deep connection with Azure Myst Sect, as though he was a martial artist from the past!

However, Aiden could not sense any bit of emotions coming from that man.

He had no reaction even after seeing Azure Myst Sect martial artists dead all over the place with their corpses forming mountains.

Indifferent, cold-blooded, and heartless.

That was the first impression the black-robed man gave Aiden.

Many, many years ago.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind as he recalled a person.

The first time he heard about that person was through the disheveled old man.

Thereafter, he heard his benefactor, Tai Liu mention a little about him back in Ugburg City's base.

This was the owner of the Mystic Gold Silk Armor!

Someone who was invincible across the Martial Knight and Martial Master realms in the North Region of Tianhuang Mainland in the past!

When this person joined Azure Myst Sect, his method of dispelling the Eight Distresses Formation was by killing everyone!

Because he was cold, heartless, and extreme in his ways, the moment he showed signs of turning into a fiend, he was locked in Thunderclap Valley to reflect in seclusion.

This was also the same person who found the Void Thunder Manual in the ancient battlefield and placed it inside the Mystic Gold Silk Armor to await someone with affinity!

Later on, this man descended into the Dao of the fiend and betrayed the sect!

He was the terrifying expert from 1,000 years ago!

Now, he has returned!

The five Quasi Divine experts above the clouds, Blood Crow Palace's Lord included, had grim expressions and were sizing up the black-robed man the entire time.

Each of them felt danger exuding from that man.

A moment later, Sect Master Jing Ming of Rainbow Clouds Sect narrowed his gaze and asked with cupped fists. "Mysterious friend, may I know what is your name and what sect you are from? Also, why are you interfering in this matter?"

The black-robed man shifted his gaze towards the old man before saying slowly. "Do you think someone like you is worthy to know my name?"

Before his words were finished, the black-robed man's glabella shone brightly and a blood beam shot forward!

A terrifying aura burst forth.

Blood Crow Palace's Lord and everyone else were shocked as they scurried to retreat.

*Poof!*

Immediately after, right in front of everyone, Sect Master Jing Ming's head exploded as though it was a watermelon. He died on the spot and his Life Essence didn't even get the chance to escape!

He was dead!

A Quasi Divine expert, a being standing at the top of the world died just like that!

A dead silence crept through the air above and beneath Azure Myst Sect.

This was a truly savage man who was decisive to kill!

The black-robed man was emotionless after killing a Quasi Divine as he turned towards the other four expressionlessly with a gaze cold as ice.

The death of Sect Master Jing Ming frightened the other four Quasi Divines and their hairs stood on end.

The expression of Blood Crow Palace's Lord turned extremely terrible as he glared at the black-robed man. His gaze was dark with a faint green light.

It was extremely difficult for one to die once they were at Quasi Divine realm.

Although Martial Grandmasters could already train, end consciously harden thier Life Essences, their Life Essences, or 'Essence Souls' had impurities and were in turbid states, causing them to be extremely fragile.

Without any protection, upon leaving their physical bodies, their Essence Souls would be akin to babies situated in forests and could die at any moment!

A strong gust of wind, an exposure to the blazing sun or even any slight activity could injure the Essence Soul.

If they met with any misfortunes, their Essence Souls would be destroyed instantly!

The death of one's Essence Soul was the true meaning of death whereby it would be useless even if their physical bodies remained intact.

However, it was different at Quasi Divine realm.

By comprehending the heaven and earth and making use of the divine methods to visualize the Essence Soul, Martial Grandmasters could cultivate their Essence Souls continuously to remove the impurities within it. Eventually, after obtaining some minor success in realizing a Purer Spirit, they would -in theory- be able to enter the Quasi Divine realm!

That was the meaning of the saying 'Cultivating one's spirit to return to the void' in the cultivation world.

At Quasi Divine realm, one's Essence Soul would resemble the physical body of the martial artist. Flawless without impurities, they do not fear the scorching sun, heavy rains or misfortunes. They would truly be able to break out of the restraints of one's body and roam the world, traveling everywhere!