Novel Full Chapter 1953: The Supreme One, Secrets of the Past (Part 2)
Chapter 1953: The Supreme One, Secrets of the Past (Part 2)
At that moment, for reasons unknown, the disheveled immortal’s expression suddenly shifted—his eyes filled with a strange mix of shock and suspicion.
“Young man… the item in your hand—is that the Hun Yuan Stone?”
He had clearly noticed Jiang Chengxuan’s earlier movements, and now his demeanor changed drastically.
“It is,” Jiang Chengxuan replied calmly.
This sudden shift puzzled him further. For some reason, he had always felt that this seemingly drunk and slovenly man was far from ordinary—perhaps even unfathomably so.
“You intend to use that to break into the Da Luo realm?”
The immortal’s next words sent a jolt through Jiang Chengxuan. His body stiffened, struck as if by lightning, pupils contracting.
This seemingly casual question had pierced straight through to the core of his intentions—this man had instantly seen through the real purpose of the Hun Yuan Stone!
Jiang Chengxuan was shaken.
Who exactly is this man?!
In that instant, Jiang Chengxuan found himself unable to believe what he was hearing. His expression turned grave.
He had already suspected this immortal was unusual, but he hadn’t expected that he would know the true purpose of the Hun Yuan Stone—something never mentioned in the ancient records of the Immortal Realm!
Could it be… this man had ties to the one who created the Da Luo Dao Canon?
A torrent of information surged into Jiang Chengxuan’s mind, leaving even him momentarily dazed and speechless.
“Who are you?” he asked at last, his voice steady but deep with caution. “How do you know the secret of the Hun Yuan Stone?”
To his surprise, this question seemed to startle the drunken immortal as well. It was as if he hadn’t expected Jiang Chengxuan to actually understand the true use of the stone.
A strange stillness fell over the gate of the auction hall. Both men were caught off guard—one by what he had discovered, the other by what had been revealed.
“…And where did you learn of it?” the ragged immortal finally asked, recovering his composure and gazing at Jiang Chengxuan with solemn intensity.
Clearly, his curiosity toward Jiang Chengxuan was no less than Jiang Chengxuan’s toward him.
“I learned it from a certain Dao Canon,” Jiang Chengxuan answered after a moment of thought, offering a half-truth.
In reality, it had been bestowed upon him by the system—but he had no intention of explaining that now.
“A Dao Canon? Impossible… The teachings of that Great One lost all power long ago. How could you possibly…”
The ragged immortal grew agitated, his eyes burning with disbelief.
Jiang Chengxuan remained expressionless, neither confirming nor denying. He simply shrugged.
He knew that the more he spoke, the more likely he would reveal too much. Now, it was best to let the other fill in the gaps himself.
And from what the man had just said, Jiang Chengxuan could now confirm it—this immortal had once been connected to the creator of the Dao Canon.
He was a follower of the Supreme Being.
“…Perhaps you were just lucky,” the ragged immortal muttered after a long silence. “That Great One’s power has long since fallen dormant…”
Just as Jiang Chengxuan was about to probe further, the immortal slumped back against the stone pillar, drained of his earlier excitement. He took a heavy swig from his gourd, his eyes unfocused, lost in memory or perhaps regret.
“Who was he? This Supreme One you speak of? What was your relationship to him?”
Jiang Chengxuan wasn’t ready to let it go. He pressed further, each question more urgent than the last.
“Hmph! The achievements of that Great One are not for mere mortals to comprehend,” the old man snapped. “Supreme One… yes, I suppose that title just barely does him justice.”
His eyes gleamed as he fell into recollection. Slowly, his voice grew distant, like that of someone remembering a long-lost dream:
“There once existed a being beyond comprehension… He transcended the Immortal Realm itself and faced the heavens head-on.”
“No law in all creation could escape his understanding. His very existence was the shelter of the Dao.”
“Hundreds of thousands of years ago, we were fortunate to uncover fragments of his teachings. With them, we walked the Great Path, glimpsing truths that even this world’s greatest immortals could never imagine…”
“We entered a realm of secrets the entire Immortal World had never known.”
As the ragged immortal spoke, Jiang Chengxuan could feel the intensity, the madness, the devotion behind his words. He could almost see that legendary figure—one who stood above all Immortals, someone who truly transcended the Dao itself.
Even after cultivating the Dao Canon for millennia, Jiang Chengxuan had never fully grasped its creator’s level. But now—this idea of transcending the very Immortal Dao left his heart trembling.
Da Luo Golden Immortal? Surely more than that.
Could it be… Hun Yuan Da Luo? Would that be enough to be called “beyond the Dao”?
He didn’t know. He couldn’t know.
“We created an era of unparalleled glory under his legacy,” the immortal continued. “But then… in one single era, all of it vanished.”
“The methods he taught us returned to chaos.”
“Nothing worked. Everything we’d built crumbled into dust. As if it were all… a dream.”
At this, the man’s voice faded into sorrow, and his aura weakened. All his passion turned to grief.
And at last, Jiang Chengxuan understood why this man spent his days drunk at the gates of an auction house. He was mourning not just a master—but an entire lost world.
Was it really possible?
Could even a being who transcended the Dao vanish like that?
For an immortal’s legacy to be erased from existence—it was something Jiang Chengxuan had never heard of. It shook him deeply.
And more frightening still… was the growing sense that this secret, this calamity, was tied to the truth of this world itself.
Something like the forbidden zones—realms untouched, unknown, and buried in shadow.
“…A yellowed dream. Nothing more,” the ragged immortal sighed.
He had spoken what he had kept hidden for millennia. He had roamed the Immortal World for ten thousand years, never speaking of this to anyone.
But when he saw that Jiang Chengxuan might be linked to that Great One—he could not help himself. He clung to hope, that maybe the Supreme One’s path might once again be walked.
Perhaps then… the mystery they’d once pursued could finally be solved.
Silence hung between them. The air was still, but their hearts stirred like stormy seas.
Eventually, seeing that the ragged immortal had closed his eyes and fallen back into his drunken daze, Jiang Chengxuan turned to leave.
He would return to the Hao Ran Xuan Sect, prepare himself for the breakthrough.
Once he stepped into Da Luo… perhaps more answers would come.
Just as he took his first step—
“You should leave. They’re coming,” a voice spoke.
Startled, Jiang Chengxuan turned to find a newcomer standing in the auction hall’s doorway.
Clad in elegant robes swirling with immortal mist, wearing an ornate crown, the man radiated nobility and unshakable presence.
But his words were not for Jiang Chengxuan—they were aimed at the ragged immortal.
“Hmph! Leave? I’ll leave when I please!” the old man bellowed, suddenly wide awake and defiant.
“What, do you think I fear you?”
The robed figure frowned faintly, displeased, but said nothing more.
Jiang Chengxuan quickly understood: this man was one of the true powers behind the Nine Secrets Auction Hall. It was likely his influence that allowed the drunk immortal to loiter here—until now.
“Buzz—!”
In the blink of an eye, before anyone could stop him, the ragged immortal tore open space and vanished into the void with a swirl of energy.
Seeing this, Jiang Chengxuan didn’t hesitate. He ignited his immortal force and gave chase—he had to know the rest of the truth.
But before he could disappear—
“I suggest you not believe his nonsense,” the robed man said coldly. “Or face the consequences.”
His words carried a heavy warning.
As if danger itself lay in wait, just beyond the veil of secrets.