Chapter 1832: Proverb, Time-Space Traversal?

Not all Great Celestial Venerates choose to enter Nirvana Lake, nor do all those above the Great Celestial Venerate opt for it.

Anyone who is not participating in Nirvana Lake for the first time feels indifferent about entering, as they know… fishing genuinely requires luck and fortune.

If your luck isn’t great, no amount of cultivation level or heavy identity will help.

Just like now, Ji Si and Yao Yao are seated a few meters apart on chairs set up by the lakeside…and there’s a sunshade behind them, with fruits, delicacies, and fine wine on the side.

This is the bourgeois lifestyle of the second-in-command of Ya Palace…

Yao Yao kept shaking her head in dissatisfaction: “Decadence, decadence…”

Ji Si was wearing a two-piece outfit today, with fitted trousers and crossed long legs. After Yao Yao repeated the word decadence for the fifth time, she said expressionlessly: “Can’t you not eat while you’re saying it?”

Yao Yao had just picked up Ji Si’s favorite snack… and replied righteously: “No, I can’t!”

Then she stuffed it into her mouth and chewed… “By the way, weren’t your cases still uncertain? Yet you have the leisure to fish? Can’t you leave the fish and treasures for us proletarians?”

Your dad’s stolen mansions and estates could pile up a Shattered Jade World!!

Still calling yourself proletariat!

“I’m not the head, it’s Beauty Yen from Cloud Court… don’t you know she’s Supreme Yun’s favorite disciple?”

This case, rather than saying the Baili Imperial Clan finally touched the bottom line of Supreme Yun, angering her, might be better stated as her finally being willing to let direct line personnel intervene in Three Realms Origin politics.

—— Previously, most politics were taken on by Ya Palace…

“So, your Ya Palace is finally going against Cloud Court? Jie Jie… Here they come.”

The people from Cloud Court have arrived.

They came along with the people from the Imperial Court.

Aren’t those accompanying them the seemingly clean princes from Baili Liuyuan and a few others?

What, is Supreme Yun going to let the Baili Imperial Clan off easily?

Yao Yao was pensive, but Ji Si remained calm and unperturbed.

On the opposite side, Yen Yileng also saw Ji Si and others from Ya Palace. She likewise said nothing, merely letting the Imperial Court people manage their own affairs.

Standing on a rock nearby, she ignored those from the Imperial Clan planning to cozy up to alter their unfavorable situation…

“This iteration of Nirvana Lake is quite peculiar,” Yun Tiankong had just obtained records of the fishing rod’s usage, indicating some signals of treasure fishing…

His words prompted Yen Yileng to withdraw her gaze from the lake’s center, picking up the list to inspect… her willow brows slightly furrowed.

“The frequency of treasure eruptions is triple compared to previous years.”

“Indeed… Anomalies portend spirits, even if good, we must remain cautious…” Yun Tiankong reminded the already fishing Yun Yixue.

Yun Yixue nodded, suddenly casting a glance…

“Over there are the people from Ink Sect and Ghost City… There aren’t too few or too many, all who should have come are here, but I haven’t seen anyone from Sword Sect.”

Yun Tiankong closed the list, “They’ll eventually arrive, unless they’ve found the master who killed Jian Yihan and are trailing him… But I suspect that with Nirvana Lake opening, the master won’t miss coming.”

The master… surely will come?

Yen Yileng’s gaze drifted once again across the lake surface, her backlong sword’s tassels fluttering…

“My master’s directive: Wait.”

While the Cloud Court people remain as usual, the Imperial Court members seem cautious, Ya Palace remains quiet, and Ink Sect is composed…

At a distance far from them, a Black-robed Man casts a cold gaze from a distance, unnoticed by anyone…

Not because of the distance, but because of strength and weakness.

Having retracted his gaze, the large-robed hand spun the fishing rod and uttered chillingly: “Human Race’s thing… not easy to handle… Had it not been for the underwater item I desire…”

He paused, then a small bamboo tube appeared in his robed hand. Removing the lid revealed a long, blood-red worm with numerous tiny, hair-like tendrils, slowly crawling across his palm… climbing along the fishing rod, finally hanging on the fishing line…

Diving into the water…

“Come then… go find it… Only it can make me a true Overlord of the Demon Clan…”

When this worm submerged in the water.

A streak of green shadow leaned against bamboo in the lush bamboo grove behind him, close as they were, he remained oblivious, as if the tall, graceful body was merely air…

But those emerald eyes, like jade liquidized, held no excess emotion, only the desolation akin to an era’s quieting stream…

Should desolation ignite, what arises then?

Far from Cloud Court.

The golden brilliance of the Imperial Court is unlike before.

Cloud Court remains quietly as always.

In that bamboo house, Yazu still wore a pale face, exquisitely untainted by Human Realm’s dust, seated in a white robe that grazes the ground, observing the woman across who reclined on a soft couch, her fingertips hooked on a proverbial saying…

“Since when did Venerable Yun believe in Human Realm’s aphorisms.”

Supreme Yun in blue garb, eyes like clouds adrift in the sky. She seems to smile, yet perhaps not, appearing somewhat indifferent.

“Both you and I are beings above living creatures. In the mortal world, they look upon us as faith. This is their dao, endless, yet with a place to rest, while we… can only tread forward in the cloud mist forever… Sometimes, when the path reaches an end, looking back and seeking past dust… is rather interesting.”

This woman is ethereal, unfathomable.

Yazu gazes at her, a strand of his focus on the aphorism.

—— From the human realm rises the Cloud Court, Leviathan swims beneath the waters.

Sun and moon float this eve, primordial times remain elusive.

Demons rise, wreaking havoc, where do gods and witches go?

Ultimately one

“Missing a piece, two words broken, quite an intriguing aphorism, and seems like the handiwork of Venerable Yun…”

Yazu’s brow twitches slightly, “This is a mortal aphorism, yet it was noted down by Venerable Yun… If Venerable Yun hasn’t tricked me, then perhaps Venerable Yun was bored and went to the human realm for a divination.”

Supreme Yun twirls her slender fingers around the thin aphorism paper, her voice clear and dignified.

“Guess it’s approximate, not entirely accurate.”

She watches Yazu… those eyes seem to see through everything…

“Ji Long, you’re almost at your limit aren’t you?”

A question suddenly posed.

Ji Long lowers his eyes, fingers turning the small Purple Sand teacup… the tea inside untouched, yet none spilled.

—— She’s using Soul Manipulation.

The spinning speed, almost rivals Supreme hand control!

“From the human realm rises the Cloud Court… I believe this aphorism… the Human Race produced a Supreme Yun like you, resulting in today’s Three Realms Origin… and you….”

Yazu appears cautious, as he dislikes boasting, nor making mistakes—especially in front of those equal or stronger than him.

But before she finished speaking, she saw two words quietly fill the aphorism.

——Mayfly.

Therefore, if these two words are filled in, it becomes…..

—— From the human realm rises the Cloud Court, Leviathan swims beneath the waters.

Sun and moon float this eve, primordial times remain elusive.

Demons rise, wreaking havoc, where do gods and witches go?

Ultimately one Mayfly.

Yazu’s gaze turns icy, yet snow-like calm finally emerges.

“You possess the ability of time-space? Can traverse time and space, linking future and past….”

Not prophecy, but true traversal of time and space…

“Not so exaggerated… perhaps it’s due to your origins, you highly value lineage and talent, might think so about this as well… but…. this is inevitability. I, or my ability, or you, could very well be a node within this cosmic sky, an emergent catalyst derived from the rules of the universe. Your existence aims to break the impossibility between gods and witches, my existence… should also serve a certain duty.. like this aphorism… now you know, then today you will certainly go to Nirvana Lake, fostering some result…. But you’ve also seen it, this aphorism is imperfect, the missing part is something future me cannot tell, only indicating the other party has at least half a foot evading the time-space rules…”

Silently the two stare at each other, finally both use fingers dipped in tea to write a word on the table.

—— Yin.

“Light and dark… darkness in hidden… the future me knows some secrets about him, that Dominating Lord far in the Divine Court must have recorded it somewhere…”

“You think Shen Zhiyue cannot leave the Divine Court or cannot speak… because of that person?”

“It’s a game, isn’t it? They all have things to fear each other…. The world as the chessboard, all living beings as pieces… Nine thousand years ago one match, another match nine thousand years later, this time, you and I are pieces within. To live, you must first find your general! Butcher Marshal!”

Supreme Yun’s fingers sweep, the teacup tips over, water flows with a rush, turning the aphorism paper on the table into fragmented powder…

——————

On the riverside path teeming with cultivators, fishermen either sitting or standing line the banks like a long dragon, with some seizing the business opportunity, setting up camp with Puppet houses, selling wines and delicacies, much like a fishing competition tourism zone on Earth….

Among these ever-moving people, a woman in a white-gold Cloud Brocade Robe lazily strolls, finally stepping onto the riverbank, glancing at the confronting Cloud Court and Ya Palace ahead…

She softly speaks a sentence.

“From the human realm rises the Cloud Court, Leviathan swims beneath the waters… Do you understand this phrase?”

The elegant youth behind her remains silent.

She seems not to expect an answer.

Fingers twist a strand of wind, wind gradually solidifies, like a pearl…

“The human realm’s worldly entanglements, used vast fortunes to nurture one Yun Lianting akin to Primordial Spirit, underwater Spirit Clan exhausted countless ages to bring forth a Leviathan needing shaping… Yet my Divine Race, only wishes for all to overturn, seeking her return, why is it so difficult..”

She lowers her eyes, the pearl is formed.