Tian Yuan

Chapter 2566 Meeting, the Opportunity

In a secluded spot in the northern wilderness, the three sat in elegant seats.

"Old Wang, you should go back now!"

Chen Qingyuan glanced at Wang Taohua sitting not far away and spoke up to make it clear.

Knowing the reason, Wang Taohua didn't ask, and simply turned and left: "Okay."

It's obvious that Chen Qingyuan and An Xiruo wanted to be alone and didn't want anyone else around, as it would be uncomfortable.

Wang Taohua traversed the starry sky, not daring to voice her dissatisfaction, and could only grumble inwardly.

With no outsiders around, Chen Qingyuan and An Xiruo gazed into each other's eyes, their affection palpable.

They held each other's hands tightly, walked slowly, enjoying the warmth of the moment, and were not in a hurry to get going.

On their way back, if they encountered anything interesting, they would stop and stay a while longer.

Several days later, Chen Qingyuan brought up a serious matter: "In a while, I will go to the Zangheng Forbidden Zone."

"I want to travel with you."

From now on, no matter what difficulties she faces, An Xiruo will not be separated from Chen Qingyuan, not even for a single day.

"of course."

Chen Qingyuan has made a promise to An Xiruo, and he will keep it.

He embarked on his own path, intending to venture into the Zangheng Forbidden Zone to see if he could meet with Emperor Qiheng again and ask him some questions.

There's no rush to go later.

Returning to his hometown after many years, Chen Qingyuan naturally had to take a good look around, raise a glass with old friends, and reminisce about the past.

After a day of sightseeing, we arrived at Qingzong.

An Xiruo stayed in the elegant residence in the mist, not wanting to disturb Chen Qingyuan's reunion with his old friend. They were both in the Qing Sect and could clearly sense each other's presence; they could meet again in an instant, so there was no question of separation.

She was hidden in the sea of ​​clouds, watching Chen Qingyuan's every move, which was quite a sight.

Occasionally, Chen Qingyuan would glance back and meet An Xiruo's gaze. He would smile gently, feeling a sense of fulfillment.

In a secluded pavilion within the sect, Wu Junyan, dressed in a plain brocade robe, sat in an ancient pavilion in the middle of a lake, with a chessboard on a stone table in front of him.

The chessboard is no ordinary object; it is occasionally shrouded in mysterious mist, and its spiritual energy flows through it.

He held the black pieces, and it took him a long time to make a move. His expression was solemn, and he was completely absorbed in the game.

There was no one in front of him; it was unclear who he was playing chess with.

He sat there, trying to break free from the constraints and find a way to overcome the impasse. Unfortunately, he always fell short, and after nearly a thousand years, he still hadn't succeeded.

"Although the sacred bridge has collapsed, the road ahead has been repaired."

Wu Junyan's cultivation level has reached the peak of the eighth step of the Divine Bridge, and he is only one step away from the Quasi-Emperor realm.

He worked hard for a long time to take this step.

"We should go out and look for an opportunity."

Wu Junyan remained expressionless, talking to himself.

Hey!

Just then, a steady sound of footsteps came from behind.

Hearing footsteps, Wu Junyan did not turn around immediately. Instead, his fingertips hardened, his eyes flashed, and he wondered whether this was an illusion he had encountered during his enlightenment or reality.

Chen Qingyuan walked on the water, and transparent nine-leaf lotuses appeared where he stepped, adding a touch of mystery to the water's surface. Unfortunately, they disappeared in just over ten breaths.

He walked straight into the ancient pavilion in the middle of the lake and sat down opposite Wu Junyan.

As Chen Qingyuan sat down, Wu Junyan got a clear look at the newcomer's face.

It was so familiar, exactly as I remembered it.

If it were anyone else, they would surely be overjoyed and shout with delight. Wu Junyan, however, was calm and reserved, and spoke only briefly before regaining his composure and saying, "Perfect timing! Play another game with me!"

Chen Qingyuan felt honored to play chess with his friend: "Okay."

The two sides were very tacit and did not talk about recent events, but instead focused on playing chess, expressing their thoughts in this way.

The blurry chessboard in Wu Junyan's eyes was very clear to Chen Qingyuan. No detail could escape his eyes, and every trace of the Dao was captured by him.

It's less of a game and more of a one-sided instruction.

Using the game of chess as a starting point, Chen Qingyuan gradually guided Wu Junyan toward a higher level.

Before we knew it, half a month had passed.

Wu Junyan was completely absorbed in the game of chess, his consciousness shrouded in thick fog, so dark that he could not see his own hand in front of his face, and danger lurked everywhere.

At that moment, a ray of pale golden light descended from the sky, tearing through the thick fog curtain. It circled around Wu Junyan several times before slowly flowing to one side.

Wherever the golden light passed, the thick fog all retreated.

Following the golden light, Wu Junyan walked slowly forward and soon got rid of the trouble. The scenery in front of him became clearer and clearer.

At a certain point, the golden light dissipated.

Wu Junyan can complete the rest of the journey based on his own comprehension. What he lacks is an opportunity, not his own inherent strength.

Today, Chen Qingyuan created this opportunity for Wu Junyan, allowing him to see through illusions and reach the pinnacle.

In the real world, there is an ancient pavilion in the middle of a lake.

Wu Junyan kept his eyes closed, his body wrapped in thousands of mysterious patterns, and the surrounding void rippled with light, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Seeing his friend enter a state of enlightenment, Chen Qingyuan smiled with satisfaction.

A sudden enlightenment and breakthrough—it's unknown how long that will take.

Therefore, Chen Qingyuan couldn't just sit there waiting idly; he prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he left behind a set of ultimate insights suitable for Wu Junyan, and set up a mystical realm in this area to prevent interference from external forces.

Once Wu Junyan successfully breaks through, the profound energy restriction sealing this realm will be lifted.

Get up and walk slowly.

Next stop, Chang Ziqiu.

Chang Ziqiu, a one-armed swordsman, has been staying in the sect for the past few years, without going out to seek the Dao or travel.

Three hundred thousand years ago, his ancestor fought alongside Chen Qingyuan at the Divine Bridge. Now, he and Chen Qingyuan have become sworn brothers who can entrust their lives to each other, as if inheriting the will of their ancestors, adding a deeper meaning to this friendship.

Those who know him well jokingly call him a wet nurse.

When Chen Yiyi was still an infant, Chang Ziqiu often went out to find breast milk or spiritual juice suitable for Yiyi to consume.

In a certain area of ​​Qingzong, there was only desolation.

It's not that the sect doesn't take care of or repair it, but rather it's a special circumstance.

This place was Chang Ziqiu's blessed land, once lush with vegetation and abundant with spiritual energy, a truly excellent treasure.

Thousands of years ago, when Chang Ziqiu was in seclusion to comprehend the Dao, he failed to control his sword strikes, causing this place to collapse and the vitality of countless plants and trees to vanish in an instant.

Fortunately, the sect had many powerful figures stationed there, who immediately sealed off the area, preventing the situation from worsening.

Later, the sect's higher-ups sent people over to clean up the mess several times, but similar situations occurred again.

Faced with this situation, Chang Ziqiu told his sect not to bother with it and to let it go. He was cultivating his Dao, and this often caused damage to the places he was in.

"Old Chang, why is the house so messy?"

Chen Qingyuan ignored the restrictions and rules of this place and went directly to Chang Ziqiu's location.

With ink-black hair and a blue robe, he wore a smile.

It appeared as if it had torn through the void, like a banished immortal descending to earth.