Chapter 22: Zixin Ren
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Chapter 22: Zixin Ren
Once Yanyue accepted the Heart Cleansing Sea-Pearl, Yao Shen gave her clear instructions to only use it for cultivation once a week, and that too in Shadow’s presence. A Nascent Soul Natural Treasure was too potent an attraction for a mid-foundation establishment disciple, and Shadow’s oversight would ensure that she did not overdraw on Water Qi and damage her meridians in the process.
Yanyue wisely chose to hand over the Sea-Pearl to Shadow for safe keeping, a course of action Yao Shen would have been forced to suggest had his youngest disciple not chosen to display such impeccable restraint. Having concluded his instruction, he gave his two disciples a light nod, indicating that they were free to leave— Shadow was the first to leave, the box containing the Sea-Pearl held firmly in her right hand, while Yanyue gave him a grateful bow before scurrying after her senior sister.
Not long after, Yao Shen left the fourth floor with a small smile resting upon his face— clearly satisfied with the day’s progress. Merely a few hours ago, Yanyue had entered the tower lacking both a goal and a means to achieve it— while it was too early to conclude if her resolve would be able to weather the test of time, the lofty goal he had directed her towards was no longer out of her reach.
Yao Shen arrived at the fifth floor of the tower, which served as part of his personal abode. The center of the room was dominated by a clump of thick, white clouds with a soft, fluffy exterior that floated slightly above the ground. Yao Shen could feel his connection to the artifact through the divine sense brand he had left upon it— The Cumulus, an early Nascent Soul Stage movement artifact that was passed down to every generation’s Patriarch by the Council of Elders. It offered little in the way of offensive or defensive capabilities, but even Yao Shen could not deny that it was a mode of travel befitting the Patriarch of the Heavenly Sky Sect.
These days though, it mainly served him in the form of a comfortable bed— truly, Yao Shen had experienced many luxuries in the world of Eliria, but few could compare to the divine sensation of sleeping upon a bed shaped out of the very skies itself.
He walked over to a small wooden table that was placed next to his bedside, seating himself upon the bed before he reached for the compact silver mirror that was placed there, an exact replica of the one that had been in Duyi’s possession. The malleable clouds shifted to accommodate his bulk, their impossibly soft exterior cushioning his body despite being almost weightless at the same time— a cool, soothing sensation enveloped his skin, and for a second Yao Shen allowed himself to forget about his future concerns... simply enjoying a moment of peace.
Zixin Ren remained silent for a few seconds, as if he were unsure how to process his answer— before he burst out into a loud, raucous laugh, stunning Yao Shen. He continued laughing for one long minute, his lungs wheezing from the exertion, before he finally spoke, “The younger generation surpasses the old.... The younger generation truly surpasses the old....,” he chanted, his gaze coming alight with a burst of life. “So many long centuries have passed since the Era of Turmoil, and this statement finally holds true for our Azlak Plains again,” He broke out into a cough at the end, but his gaze did not waiver.
Yao Shen nodded in agreement as he understood the meaning behind Zixin Ren’s words— the Azlak Plains had a storied history within the continent of Ionea, but after the Era of Turmoil it had only suffered blow after blow, decline after decline, until it had been reduced to its present state. An unremarkable territory that partly survived upon the goodwill of the True Elves.... Perhaps Yao Shen had underestimated how painful it was to live through such a decline, to see your homeland wither in front of your eyes yet be unable to change its fate.
“Prove your claims, Soul Emperor, and perhaps.....,” Zixin Ren’s expression seemed conflicted, as he gazed at Yao Shen through the communication artifact, “..... and perhaps you are worthy,” he croaked out the words with great difficulty, his image dissipating the moment he uttered his final word.
Yao Shen just sat there, an expression of genuine shock reflecting on his face as he wondered if he had misheard. A few minutes later, he just shrugged and decided to sleep instead of cultivating--- like Zixin Ren said, all he needed to do for now was to prove himself tomorrow,
Not just to the Modern Sect, but to the entirety of Ionea.
For the Azlak Plains slumbered no longer.
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Chapter 22: Zixin Ren
Once Yanyue accepted the Heart Cleansing Sea-Pearl, Yao Shen gave her clear instructions to only use it for cultivation once a week, and that too in Shadow’s presence. A Nascent Soul Natural Treasure was too potent an attraction for a mid-foundation establishment disciple, and Shadow’s oversight would ensure that she did not overdraw on Water Qi and damage her meridians in the process.
Yanyue wisely chose to hand over the Sea-Pearl to Shadow for safe keeping, a course of action Yao Shen would have been forced to suggest had his youngest disciple not chosen to display such impeccable restraint. Having concluded his instruction, he gave his two disciples a light nod, indicating that they were free to leave— Shadow was the first to leave, the box containing the Sea-Pearl held firmly in her right hand, while Yanyue gave him a grateful bow before scurrying after her senior sister.
Not long after, Yao Shen left the fourth floor with a small smile resting upon his face— clearly satisfied with the day’s progress. Merely a few hours ago, Yanyue had entered the tower lacking both a goal and a means to achieve it— while it was too early to conclude if her resolve would be able to weather the test of time, the lofty goal he had directed her towards was no longer out of her reach.
Yao Shen arrived at the fifth floor of the tower, which served as part of his personal abode. The center of the room was dominated by a clump of thick, white clouds with a soft, fluffy exterior that floated slightly above the ground. Yao Shen could feel his connection to the artifact through the divine sense brand he had left upon it— The Cumulus, an early Nascent Soul Stage movement artifact that was passed down to every generation’s Patriarch by the Council of Elders. It offered little in the way of offensive or defensive capabilities, but even Yao Shen could not deny that it was a mode of travel befitting the Patriarch of the Heavenly Sky Sect.
These days though, it mainly served him in the form of a comfortable bed— truly, Yao Shen had experienced many luxuries in the world of Eliria, but few could compare to the divine sensation of sleeping upon a bed shaped out of the very skies itself.
He walked over to a small wooden table that was placed next to his bedside, seating himself upon the bed before he reached for the compact silver mirror that was placed there, an exact replica of the one that had been in Duyi’s possession. The malleable clouds shifted to accommodate his bulk, their impossibly soft exterior cushioning his body despite being almost weightless at the same time— a cool, soothing sensation enveloped his skin, and for a second Yao Shen allowed himself to forget about his future concerns... simply enjoying a moment of peace.
Zixin Ren remained silent for a few seconds, as if he were unsure how to process his answer— before he burst out into a loud, raucous laugh, stunning Yao Shen. He continued laughing for one long minute, his lungs wheezing from the exertion, before he finally spoke, “The younger generation surpasses the old.... The younger generation truly surpasses the old....,” he chanted, his gaze coming alight with a burst of life. “So many long centuries have passed since the Era of Turmoil, and this statement finally holds true for our Azlak Plains again,” He broke out into a cough at the end, but his gaze did not waiver.
Yao Shen nodded in agreement as he understood the meaning behind Zixin Ren’s words— the Azlak Plains had a storied history within the continent of Ionea, but after the Era of Turmoil it had only suffered blow after blow, decline after decline, until it had been reduced to its present state. An unremarkable territory that partly survived upon the goodwill of the True Elves.... Perhaps Yao Shen had underestimated how painful it was to live through such a decline, to see your homeland wither in front of your eyes yet be unable to change its fate.
“Prove your claims, Soul Emperor, and perhaps.....,” Zixin Ren’s expression seemed conflicted, as he gazed at Yao Shen through the communication artifact, “..... and perhaps you are worthy,” he croaked out the words with great difficulty, his image dissipating the moment he uttered his final word.
Yao Shen just sat there, an expression of genuine shock reflecting on his face as he wondered if he had misheard. A few minutes later, he just shrugged and decided to sleep instead of cultivating--- like Zixin Ren said, all he needed to do for now was to prove himself tomorrow,
Not just to the Modern Sect, but to the entirety of Ionea.
For the Azlak Plains slumbered no longer.
Chapter 22: Zixin RenOnce Yanyue accepted the Heart Cleansing Sea-Pearl, Yao Shen gave her clear instructions to only use it for cultivation once a week, and that too in Shadow's presence. A Nascent Soul Natural Treasure was too potent an attraction for a mid-foundation establishment disciple, and Shadow's oversight would ensure that she did not overdraw on Water Qi and damage her meridians in the process. Yanyue wisely chose to hand over the Sea-Pearl to Shadow for safe keeping, a course of action Yao Shen would have been forced to suggest had his youngest disciple not chosen to display such impeccable restraint. Having concluded his instruction, he gave his two disciples a light nod, indicating that they were free to leave Shadow was the first to leave, the box containing the Sea-Pearl held firmly in her right hand, while Yanyue gave him a grateful bow before scurrying after her senior sister.Not long after, Yao Shen left the fourth floor with a small smile resting upon his face clearly satisfied with the day's progress. Merely a few hours ago, Yanyue had entered the tower lacking both a goal and a means to achieve it while it was too early to conclude if her resolve would be able to weather the test of time, the lofty goal he had directed her towards was no longer out of her reach. Yao Shen arrived at the fifth floor of the tower, which served as part of his personal abode. The center of the room was dominated by a clump of thick, white clouds with a soft, fluffy exterior that floated slightly above the ground. Yao Shen could feel his connection to the artifact through the divine sense brand he had left upon it The Cumulus, an early Nascent Soul Stage movement artifact that was passed down to every generation's Patriarch by the Council of Elders. It offered little in the way of offensive or defensive capabilities, but even Yao Shen could not deny that it was a mode of travel befitting the Patriarch of the Heavenly Sky Sect. These days though, it mainly served him in the form of a comfortable bed truly, Yao Shen had experienced many luxuries in the world of Eliria, but few could compare to the divine sensation of sleeping upon a bed shaped out of the very skies itself. He walked over to a small wooden table that was placed next to his bedside, seating himself upon the bed before he reached for the compact silver mirror that was placed there, an exact replica of the one that had been in Duyi's possession. The malleable clouds shifted to accommodate his bulk, their impossibly soft exterior cushioning his body despite being almost weightless at the same time a cool, soothing sensation enveloped his skin, and for a second Yao Shen allowed himself to forget about his future concerns... simply enjoying a moment of peace. Zixin Ren remained silent for a few seconds, as if he were unsure how to process his answer before he burst out into a loud, raucous laugh, stunning Yao Shen. He continued laughing for one long minute, his lungs wheezing from the exertion, before he finally spoke, The younger generation surpasses the old.... The younger generation truly surpasses the old...., he chanted, his gaze coming alight with a burst of life. So many long centuries have passed since the Era of Turmoil, and this statement finally holds true for our Azlak Plains again, He broke out into a cough at the end, but his gaze did not waiver. Yao Shen nodded in agreement as he understood the meaning behind Zixin Ren's words the Azlak Plains had a storied history within the continent of Ionea, but after the Era of Turmoil it had only suffered blow after blow, decline after decline, until it had been reduced to its present state. An unremarkable territory that partly survived upon the goodwill of the True Elves.... Perhaps Yao Shen had underestimated how painful it was to live through such a decline, to see your homeland wither in front of your eyes yet be unable to change its fate. Prove your claims, Soul Emperor, and perhaps....., Zixin Ren's expression seemed conflicted, as he gazed at Yao Shen through the communication artifact, ..... and perhaps you are worthy, he croaked out the words with great difficulty, his image dissipating the moment he uttered his final word. Yao Shen just sat there, an expression of genuine shock reflecting on his face as he wondered if he had misheard. A few minutes later, he just shrugged and decided to sleep instead of cultivating--- like Zixin Ren said, all he needed to do for now was to prove himself tomorrow, Not just to the Modern Sect, but to the entirety of Ionea. For the Azlak Plains slumbered no longer.
