Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 817 - 48: The Past of Wen Yuan [Combined]_2

Chapter 817: Chapter 48: The Past of Wen Yuan [Combined]_2

Pill Furnace Elder smiled upon hearing this, "Yes, if you had not spoken, I might have had to wait and let Master Wuqi explain it to me."

The atmosphere relaxed slightly, and Master Wen Yuan then said, "When Master led us into Shenxu, it indeed was a trial, only that the trial was not hosted by him."

The crowd gathered around the table in Unbounded Palace, listening to Master Wen Yuan tell the story of the past.

Back then, Lu Cang and Wen Yuan were not young men anymore, having been renowned cultivators at the Seventh Realm Peak for many years, and could have taken over Tianyuan at any moment when the opportunity arose.

The aging Master Wuqi took them to a hidden place within Shenxu, where there were no hidden deadly traps or roaming ancient fierce beasts, only a mysterious man in a Taoist robe.

Wen Yuan remembered that man’s dark complexion, ordinary appearance, and the aura of death on his face, very much like the present Lu Cang.

"So these are the finest cultivation seeds of Shu Mountain?" he said when he saw the two, with not a flicker in his eyes.

"Isn’t that enough?" Master Wuqi responded.

At that moment, wearing a white robe, the Shu Mountain Head Master looked aged but with clear eyes, full of the Godly Daoist Rite. He bore no trace of the rebelliousness of his youth, appearing entirely like an enlightened, transcendent old immortal.

"Not like you." The mysterious Taoist spoke indifferently, "If you had followed me back then, today wouldn’t be like this."

"Shu Mountain needs me," Master Wuqi spoke leisurely, "Let’s not speak further, start now."

Their dialogue left Wen Yuan and Lu Cang baffled, but upon hearing this sentence, they knew the trial was about to begin.

Then the mysterious Taoist raised his hand, summoning out of thin air a Large Black Copper Cauldron about ten feet tall, which landed with a thunderous crash! The cauldron’s engravings, profound and seemingly ever-flowing and changing, appeared to be composed of countless Daoist Rites. Even with their cultivation at that time, a mere glance made them dizzy.

Just by seeing this Daoist Rite, the cauldron must be ranked among the top ten Divine Artifacts in the Ten Thousand Treasures Record, yet neither had ever heard of this Divine Artifact’s name.

"Come in!" the mysterious Taoist shouted abruptly, and from within the cauldron, black and white divine lights suddenly burst out, sucking both Wen Yuan and Lu Cang inside. They instinctively resisted, but they had no strength to struggle.

The last voice they heard was the commanding tone of the mysterious Taoist, "Whoever comes out first, wins."

Wen Yuan felt himself delving into a vast Illusion Field, landing in a void of pure white emptiness, with nothingness above and below. The moment he was inside, an immense suffocating feeling attacked him.

An ordinary person landing in this void might suffocate and perish in moments. Wen Yuan, using his Divine Sense to sweep through the boundless void, discovered that the Daoist Rite flowing through it perfectly aligned with the main Dao he was cultivating.

Hongmeng!

He closed his eyes and concentrated, quietly contemplating the surrounding Daoist Rite, and eventually found an invisible, interwoven gap in the void, the only way out.

Wen Yuan thrust his body into it, immediately leaving the void, but found himself in another even more vast location. It was still void, and the difficulty of finding an exit had increased tenfold.

He continued breaking through one realm after another, sometimes lingering long in one realm. Unaware of time within the cauldron, he felt as if thousands of years had passed. Through these repeated traversals, he gradually grasped the true essence of Hongmeng.

At this moment, as long as there was enough Spiritual Energy and Daoist Rite to communicate with heaven and earth, he could immediately take charge of Tianyuan.

Finally, after an indeterminate number of ages, when he once again traveled through a spatial rift to leave, he suddenly saw a glimmer of light.

It was the sunlight from the outside world.

Whoosh—

Wen Yuan’s body landed on solid ground, feeling as if he had been reborn. Around him was only the Godly looking mentor, with no one else in sight.

The mysterious Taoist and Lu Cang had both disappeared.

"Wen Yuan." Master Wuqi looked deep into his eyes, "From today onwards, you are the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain. Its glory for thousands of years now rests on your shoulders."

"Master..." Wen Yuan looked uncertain, "Did I win?"

"No." Master Wuqi shook his head, "You lost."

Wen Yuan looked towards that distant direction, had Lu Cang won? But why was he the one becoming the Sect Leader of Shu Mountain?

Master Wuqi seemed to perceive his confusion and said, "Lu Cang has gone to another place, he also has his own mission to fulfill for Shu Mountain. Don’t mention anything about what happened here when you return; just say he got lost in Shenxu."

"I say?" Wen Yuan’s eyes flickered, "Master you... "

"Didn’t I tell you?" Master Wuqi laughed freely, "I came into Shenxu to seek the remnants of the Godly realm. With my limited lifespan remaining, I still wished to seize an opportunity. I have already paved the way for you at Shu Mountain; no matter who returns, they will fully support you, Wen Yuan... "

Suddenly, Master Wuqi laid his hand on Wen Yuan’s shoulder, imparting his final piece of advice.

"In the matters of the world, even if there are nine deaths, there is still hope for life. Should Shu Mountain face peril in the days to come, remember that life arises from the heart."

...

After Master Wen Yuan finished speaking, there was silence in the room for a while.

Master Silu then said, "So until the end, you didn’t know where Lu Cang had gone?"

"Over a hundred years have passed, and I have also done some investigation and made some guesses," Master Wen Yuan said, "Though not completely sure, it should be mostly correct."