Yuan could scarcely believe his eyes as he watched the white serpent drift through the starry sky, devouring stars in its wake.
"Xingrui..." Yuan muttered this name.
It was likely that this entity was the Eater of Stars—one of the Nine Divine Supreme—who had vanished since the Immortal Monarch’s Era. The evidence wasn’t conclusive, but in Yuan’s eyes, there was no doubt.
After all, how many white serpents that could devour stars were out there?
"Xingrui... Isn’t that one of the Nine Divine Supreme?" Feng Yuxiang remarked when she heard this name.
Yuan nodded, "Yes. According to Yeyou, she returned to the starry sky to consume stars after my—the Immortal Monarch’s death."
Feng Yuxiang set down her tea and walked to the window for a look herself, but by the time she arrived, the white serpent had already drifted so far into the void that it looked no more than a speck of white dust.
"She’s... so far away," Feng Yuxiang murmured.
Hearing this, Yuan clenched his fists in frustration. Though they were fortunate to have glimpsed the Eater of Stars, that fortune was bittersweet, as there was no realistic way for them to pursue her.
The flying treasure was on autopilot, and even if Yuan could redirect its course to pursue Xingrui, their chances of catching up were nonexistent. After all, Xingrui was a colossal beast capable of devouring multiple stars in a single bite. For her to appear as nothing more than a speck of dust, she had to be light-years away.
Without the proper flying treasure and sufficient time, it was impossible to catch Xingrui.
’It’d be impossible to pursue Xingrui even if I were a God Ascension realm cultivator right now... If I really want to catch up to her, I’ll need to master the power of the void—at least to the point where I can teleport vast distances.’
’Just wait a little longer, Xingrui. I’ll find you again... soon.’ Yuan swore inwardly as he stood by the window, silently watching the tiny white speck fade into the depths of the void.
For the rest of their journey to the Holy Sword Temple, Yuan found himself reminiscing about his time with Xingrui. In the beginning, she had reminded him of Yingzi—aloof, curious, and utterly lacking in common sense. But as time passed, she grew more composed, and her loyalty to him deepened to unfathomable depths.
Eventually...
"Yuan, we’ve arrived at the Holy Sword Temple," Lan Yingying said, pointing ahead at a massive floating island. At its center stood a towering, majestic structure that resembled a grand temple.
The Holy Sword Temple radiated a brilliant golden light, piercing through the surrounding darkness like a divine treasure suspended in the void.
The golden carriage descended onto the island, landing right in front of the temple gates.
Lan Yingying and the others returned to Yuan’s Dantian before he left the carriage.
"Greetings."
A middle-aged woman wearing golden robes greeted Yuan when he exited the carriage.
"Hello."
"I am the Sixth Holy Sword of the Holy Sword Temple, but you may address me as the Sixth Elder. Can I see your referral?"
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