Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 339 - 339 338 The Road to Farewell

339: Chapter 338: The Road to Farewell 339: Chapter 338: The Road to Farewell Hou Niao stood up, his posture proud and his aura overwhelming.

When his body had returned to its normal state, the satisfaction of a long-time sufferer finally experiencing healing was indescribable.

The howling briefly paused as two figures arrived belatedly.

The two goddesses had been waiting for this day for a long time; the pestilence not leaving was like a bone stuck in their throats, denying them peace.

“Sir, have you recovered?”

Xi Sheng scrutinized the odd man before her without discerning much, except that his spirit indeed seemed rejuvenated, his eyes revealing something different.

For them, since they hadn’t resolved to take action before, they certainly wouldn’t do so now.

Hou Niao smiled faintly, and while his body was briefly surging with restored mana, he awkwardly retrieved two items from the Treasure Gourd—a Sunrise Cloud Crown and a Dusk Feather Robe.

Their power was not mentionable, but they possessed one very conspicuous trait: they were dazzlingly brilliant.

These were the treasures of the Black and White Fiends; since his previous collection had been given to Bai Qingqian, he could only choose from these two’s treasures.

Due to different systems, their various applications couldn’t be activated, leaving only the immortal-like appearance, which was more important than their actual utility.

He estimated that in the future he might return to Blue Mountain Island, so he decided to leave a good impression in advance.

After all, the items were gifts, so giving them away didn’t hurt.

Indeed, the two goddesses’ eyes sparkled as soon as they saw the treasures, unable to look away until Hou Niao handed them the crown and robe.

“For us?” Dong Sheng’s blue eyes twinkled.

Hou Niao nodded.

“I, this troublesome guest, have disturbed the master for years, causing both goddesses unrest, a truly great sin.

Before my departure, these modest gifts are nothing, merely a token of appreciation.

As today we part, who knows if there will ever be a reunion?”

The two goddesses were greatly surprised and somewhat slow to react.

Initially, they thought they would have to pay a heavy price to send this mysterious man away, yet now they found themselves unexpectedly receiving his generosity.

Unsure how to respond for a moment, Hou Niao bowed,

“With this, the wide seas and skies are mine to roam; our meeting hereafter is uncertain.”

He turned and walked away, not lingering a moment longer.

He couldn’t stay; there were too many troubles, such as having repaired the goddesses’ house, and the system here…

Existence is justified, he didn’t want to change anything, and those self-proclaimed more civilized ways of life might not suit this place.

Some things, once started, cannot be stopped, and with his current abilities, he could not change anything in such a process.

Thus, it was better to leave early and decide when he felt it necessary to return.

He caught a reindeer, wrapped himself in a large robe, and returned the way he had come.

In recent years, he had considered how to return, unable to determine the exact route, but he could guess the general direction from the celestial signs and ocean currents.

He didn’t need to worry too much about this; as soon as he was hundreds of miles from Blue Mountain Island and could fly, everything would become simple.

Ten days later, he arrived back at the beach where he had landed, gathered some wood, and made a raft; the wood was ordinary, but the rope was Cultivation-grade, durable and water-resistant, likely capable of withstanding the waves.

He then prepared some fresh water, pushed the raft into the water, aimed for the ocean current, and rowed into the sea.

There was one thing he clearly remembered, the navigation here was always topstream, so even without sails or paddles, in theory, he would eventually drift back to the continent.

As the raft floated deeper into the ocean, the farther they moved from Blue Mountain Island, the more he distinctly felt the loosening of the constraints pressing on him.

The two Divine Mountains were like two lighthouses, not only pinpointing locations but also effectively protecting Blue Mountain Island; in the world of cultivators, any cultivator trying to fly over the ocean would not ignore the increasing difficulty in flying, decelerating speed, lowering altitude, and the ensuing fear of the unknown.

If the cultivators saw no outline of an island before plummeting into the sea, then certainly no one would continue forward; the hard work put into cultivation was not intended for a swim in the ocean that could end up in the belly of a fish, without sufficient tempting benefits, no one would take such a great risk.

After floating out for fifty li, he was able to manipulate ten percent of his mana, which allowed him to slightly control the direction of the raft; after a hundred li, thirty percent of his mana returned, and beings from the Sea Clan began to appear in the ocean.

A group of blue bearded whales had targeted him, ramming and blocking in pursuit; these were genuine behemoths, dozens of meters in length, whale heads spurting towering water pillars, rather than intending to devour him, it seemed more like a game.

This was a normal feeding behavior for whale pods, herding the fish together and then opening their massive jaws to swallow them along with the seawater.

His raft was sturdy, but no matter how sturdy, it could not withstand too many such collisions; after half a day’s pursuit, it eventually shattered into pieces, meeting its end.

Hou Niao leapt onto the head of the leading whale, soaring and dipping through the ocean’s waves with firm footing, completely unafraid of the whale’s slippery skin.

The leading whale, realizing it couldn’t shake him off, began to accelerate wildly, occasionally leaping out of the ocean and then crashing back with flips, attempting to dislodge him through this method.

Fortunately, there were no Demon Whales among these blue-bearded whales, otherwise, it wouldn’t be a game, but a massacre.

But it was impossible for the Demon Clan to be there, as the suppression from the Divine Mountain was equally effective on them, and the Sea Clan revered these mysteries more than humans.

In this game of strength between one whale and one man, the leading whale felt that no matter how hard it slammed, it couldn’t knock down this annoying human, so it changed its strategy, preparing to dive deep into the water.

Hou Niao could sense its intentions and burst into laughter, launching his body, gliding through the air; every hundred or so meters, he would fall back to the ocean surface, only to propel off it again and continue gliding.

This form of movement was right on the verge of being able to fly or not, a flock of sea birds followed him, dancing together, this type of glide made him feel exhilarated after years without the experience of flying.

With bald eagles swooping down, he did not cut them down, but merely adjusted his leaps, nimbly dodging over the ocean surface, reveling in the collision of speed and excitement.

As his distance from Blue Mountain Island grew, he estimated that he had exceeded two hundred li, his glides could now span hundreds of meters, and the suppression of mana within him was infinitely close to a certain threshold.

But his soaring attracted the scrutiny of a member of the Sea Clan; from beneath the ocean surface, an octopus suddenly thrust out its long tentacle, which Hou Niao agilely dodged in mid-air.

The relentless octopus continuously threw its limbs, but Hou Niao’s longsword sliced them into a bloody mess.

The sea monster, in pain, devised a new tactic, shooting a blob of ink at him which he swiftly dodged by rising sharply; then he dove into the ocean, plunging tens of meters deep before delivering a slash!

Underwater, the sea roiled violently, the waves surging to the sky; in the midst of the struggle, a figure leapt out, gliding back into the sky.

But this time, he no longer needed to gather strength from the ocean’s surface; at first, he glided just a few meters above the sea, then higher and higher; accompanied by a long howl, he soared into the azure void.

Looking back, Blue Mountain Island, where he had stayed for years, was now nowhere in sight, under the sunset, the ocean melded with the sky, boundless.

Exactly,

…

Stones sink in vast oceans, swords part from the eternal Chu sky.

Reunion unknown, hearts filled with the setting sun.