Cultivation Online Chapter 315
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"C-Can you please give some more description to this 'faceless person'? What kind of clothes was he wearing? What color was his hair? How long was his hair? How tall was he? What kind of aura did he emit?" The old man asked him in an anxious voice.
Yuan nodded his head before closing his eyes to recall the faceless person.
"He was wearing black clothes with a golden outline. He had long black hair that was nearly as long as his body, and he looked a little bit taller than the average adult. Probably around 74 inches if I had to take a guess. As for his aura… He definitely gave the feeling of a noble or something otherworldly."
"W-What about his sword?! Was he carrying a sword?!" The old man asked, his voice growing more excited as he spoke.
"A sword…?" Yuan pondered harder.
After a moment of silence, Yuan said, "Oh, yeah, I think he was carrying a sword on his back. However, it looked like an ordinary sword so I didn't pay too much attention to it."
"Hahaha! That's it! He definitely sounds like the Lord!" The old man said as he stood up.
"Come with me!" The old man then walked outside.
Yuan and the others followed him outside.
Once they were outside, the old man led them to a path that was behind the cabin. A few minutes later, they reached this small but empty area, and standing in the middle of this area was a statue made of some kind of metallic material. However, the most surprising part about this statue was its face— or more precisely, its lack of a face.
Indeed, it was a statue of the faceless figure.
"This is…" Yuan was dumbstruck the moment his eyes laid on the statue.
"Is this the person that you saw?" The old man asked him afterward.
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Yuan nodded in a dazed manner, "Yes… Although he looks slightly different, he is, without doubt, the faceless person I saw!"
Despite being a statute, it gave off a domineering aura, almost like it was a real person standing there.
"Although you're not the Lord's descendant, you're most likely related to him in some way since he beckoned you to the stone tablet." The old man said.
"Just who is this Lord person anyways?" Yuan asked, and he continued, "And why is he faceless even as a statue?"
"Let me answer your second question first. The Lord… Nobody has ever seen his face before, hence why his statue is faceless. Just like what you're doing right now, the Lord always wore a mask— ever since his first appearance to the day he disappeared from this world." The old man said.
"As for who the Lord is— we also don't know much about his existence except for the fact that he'd showed up one day out of the blue, exhibiting heaven-defying talents and obtaining admiration from countless people. Our ancestors were one of these people, hence why they decided to serve him. Also, he somehow managed to obtained control of the Mystic Realm, becoming its master."
"Oh? So he was the one who closed the Mystic Realm and turned it into a place of trials? Why did he do such a thing?" Yuan asked, his interest piqued.
"Nobody knows, honestly. The Lord was an eccentric person who exceeds all expectations… We will probably never know his true intentions…" The old man sighed.
"I see… Then do you know anything about the Mystic Pagoda?" Yuan decided to ask them since Senior Nie made it sound like an important place.
"The Mystic Pagoda? That's where the Lord used to live." The old lady said to him.
And she continued, "Don't tell me the outsiders are still trying to open it? They should give up already."
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"Eh?"
Seeing the puzzlement in Yuan's eyes, the old lady explained, "Every ten years, the outsiders will try to open up the Mystic Pagoda, but it's useless. Only the owner of the Mystic Realm can enter that place, but nobody but the Lord knows how to do it. Even to this day, nobody else besides the Lord has managed to become the master of this place."
"Is that so…" Yuan mumbled in a low voice.
"Anyways, do you have any more questions? If not, why don't you and our granddaughter here go conceive a child or two? After all, you only have a month in this world." The old lady suddenly said to him with a smile on her face.
"What?" Yuan looked at the granny with wide eyes.
"Why are you still joking about that grandmother?" Lan Yingying shook her head in a calm manner.
"Joke? Do I look like I'm joking?" Her grandmother turned to look at her with a serious expression on her face.
Lan Yingying's eyes widened slightly at this.
"You… You're serious?" she mumbled in a dazed voice.
"Of course. This young man has extraordinary talents. He definitely qualifies to help us continue our lineage." The old lady said.
"Our legacy has lasted for hundreds of thousands of years. We're not going to let it end with you, Yingying." The old man also said with a profound look on his face.
"..."
The two old couple emitted a fearsome aura at this moment, causing both Yuan and Lan Yingying to shudder.
It was at this moment a loud and sharp ear-piercing cry suddenly resounded in the area, but it didn't sound like it came from a human.
"Che." The old man sneered with an annoyed look on his face. "They don't learn, do they?"
Then, to Yuan's surprise, the old man suddenly levitated off the ground and flew into the sky.
"A Spirit Grandmaster?!" Yuan exclaimed.
However, Yuan quickly realized that the aura coming from the old man surpassed even Feng Yuxiang who was a peak Spirit Grandmaster. In other words, there was a good chance this old man was a Spirit Lord!
A few moments later, a very large bird covered in black, metallic feathers, could be seen flying towards their direction, and it emitted a familiar aura— the aura of a Spirit Grandmaster.
"What on earth is that?!" Yuan was shocked by this large bird that was slightly larger than a football field.
However, the old man remained completely tranquil despite facing such an intimidating monster.
"Did you anger your master or something? Why else would he send you here— to your death?" The old man shook his head before lifting his hand and pointing at the large bird, mumbling in a low voice.
"Sacred Fire."
Whoosh!
A massive rotating ball of sparkling white flames suddenly appeared in front of the old man's finger.
"Begone."
The old man released the ball of white flames, shooting it directly at the massive bird.
*KRAAAAAAA*
The large bird released a painful cry as the white flames engulfed its entire body instantly. However, the noises didn't last more than a few seconds as the white flames quickly consumed its massive body until even its ashes completely disappeared from this world.
After disintegrating the large bird, the old man returned to their side and spoke with an innocent smile on his face, acting like he'd just gotten rid of an insect and not a powerful magical beast, "Anyways, why don't the two of you go find a room and start working on that child? We don't have that much time, after all."
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