Chapter 734: Divine Origin Immortal Palace

Li Ya and Zuo Yijian couldn’t even remember how many years it had been since they last met. It just felt like something from a distant past.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, especially after over a million years, filled both their hearts with deep emotions.

An Xin paused to let the two catch up. Zuo Yijian looked at Li Ya, feeling genuinely happy. He recalled that more than four million years ago, Li Ya had just been an ordinary disciple in the Tai Xuan Sect. At that time, talents like An Hao and Wu Jue overshadowed him. Who would have thought that after more than four million years, An Hao and Wu Jue had disappeared without a trace, while Li Ya had become the world's number one sword cultivator.

As a sword cultivator himself, Zuo Yijian naturally cared about such a title.

While chatting, he could feel the vast sword intent within Li Ya’s body, which made him secretly alarmed.

How did this guy cultivate?

He himself had come to Wushi Dao Field, bathing daily in the Dao intent left behind by the Sword Master of the Dao, to achieve his current level.

But compared to Li Ya, he felt like his own sword path was nothing.

What he didn’t know was that Li Ya was equally astonished—he could understand Zuo Yijian reaching the Free Immortal Realm, but why was his sword dao so terrifying too?

As they chatted, the excitement gradually faded.

An Xin, Li Xuanyu, and Li Xianyou could all clearly sense the subtle change in the atmosphere.

In the end, it was An Xin who spoke first, saying that Li Ya still needed to meet the master, and so they took their leave from Zuo Yijian.

Zuo Yijian watched the four departing figures and sighed, "Truly blessed by fate."

He had knelt for so many years at the Heaven Mending Platform in Tai Xuan Sect to finally earn his opportunity. Meanwhile, Li Ya had simply stumbled into the hidden Medicine Valley where the Sword Master of the Dao had secluded himself, and from there his destiny transformed. How could he not feel envious?

He remembered that back then, Li Ya wasn’t even the most outstanding talent in the Li Family, let alone in the Tai Xuan Sect.

Thinking of this, Zuo Yijian also recalled his own son, Zuo Lin. Back in the day, Zuo Lin had gotten along quite well with Gu An, but as years passed, they grew distant.

Meanwhile.

Li Xianyou flew up next to Li Ya and asked curiously, "Master, do you two have some kind of grudge?"

Li Ya rolled his eyes at him. "How could we have a grudge? His son and I were childhood friends."

Sigh!

His dao heart really wasn't steady enough—getting shaken over something like this?

Li Ya secretly mocked himself. How could he look down on others, especially an old friend?

If it were Gu An, he definitely wouldn’t be like this.

Thinking of this, Li Ya's expression returned to its usual calmness. He decided that once he returned, he would retrain and strengthen his dao heart.

Li Xianyou, not knowing what his master was thinking, kept pestering him about Zuo Yijian’s background. Li Ya didn’t hide anything, explaining the past between Zuo Yijian and Gu An.

Learning that Zuo Yijian had only moved Uncle Gu’s heart after countless years of perseverance, Li Xianyou couldn’t help but sigh at how lucky Li Ya truly was.

"Master, Uncle Gu really treats you well. I’m tempted to transfer to Wushi Dao Field myself."

Li Xianyou’s words didn’t anger Li Ya. He knew the brat was just teasing him.

Of course, if Li Xianyou could actually be accepted into Wushi, as his master, he would only be happy. But Wushi wasn’t a place where he had any say. He didn’t even have the face to ask Gu An for such a favor. He already owed Gu An too much.

Not long after, the four of them landed atop the mountain peak where Gu An resided. An Xin and Li Xuanyu gestured for them to enter the courtyard, then quietly disappeared.

Li Ya stood before the courtyard gate, resisting the urge to use divine sense to peer inside. Strangely, he felt a bit nervous.

But with Li Xianyou watching him, he had to uphold his masterly demeanor.

Squaring his shoulders and standing tall, he walked toward the courtyard gate. Li Xianyou, watching his master's stiff, serious back, found it a little funny.

Unexpectedly, even Master would get nervous.

Is Uncle Gu really Master’s junior brother? Why does it feel more like he’s Master's master?

Li Xianyou thought while following behind Li Ya. He suddenly felt that the meeting between Master and Uncle would be very interesting.

Li Ya stepped into the courtyard and immediately saw a large cauldron. In front of it, a slender figure was sitting cross-legged. Her back looked familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before.

He didn’t overthink it. It was normal for old acquaintances to appear at Gu An’s Dao field.

His gaze shifted to a figure lying under the big tree in the courtyard. That man was lounging on a long chair, reading a book, and his posture made Li Ya feel dazed.

He recalled more than four million years ago, when in Xuan Valley, Gu An also liked to read while lying down.

"Senior Brother, why are you standing there daydreaming? Were you injured again recently, messing up your mind?"

Gu An’s teasing voice snapped Li Ya back to reality.

For some reason, hearing Gu An poke fun at him made all the nervousness vanish, and it felt like their relationship instantly returned to how it used to be.

A smile appeared on Li Ya’s face. He took a few steps forward and laughed, "How could that be? When have I ever been seriously injured?"

Seeing Master relax so easily, Li Xianyou admired Gu An even more.

Uncle Gu wasn’t just powerful but also knew how to put others at ease. A figure like this was truly a supreme sage of the human world.

Li Xianyou quickly followed, eager to hear what his Master and Uncle Gu would talk about.

Sunlight streamed into the courtyard. In the distance, birds flew out from the woods, as if celebrating this heartfelt reunion between old friends.

...

Under the blue sky, an endless sea of clouds stood still. At the very top, an old tree stood proudly. Under the tree, a white-robed Daoist was meditating.

It was Li Xuanmiao!

After being officially ranked among the immortals, Li Xuanmiao’s cultivation had skyrocketed by borrowing the fortune of the Heavenly Court. Now he had already reached the Innate Golden Immortal Realm, and his cultivation was still rapidly improving.

His immortal rank was that of Immortal Lord. However, Innate Golden Immortal was still not considered qualified for his rank, so he had not yet officially assumed his immortal post.

A multicolored rainbow light descended from the sky and landed seven steps before the tree. A purple-robed elder stood there. His figure was thin, almost skeletal, but his eyes were bright and sharp like an unsheathed sword, full of piercing sharpness.

"Immortal Lord Xuanmiao, the Supreme has issued a decree, ordering you to proceed to the Divine Origin Immortal Palace to receive a Heavenly Dao Divine Weapon."

The purple-robed elder bowed respectfully as he spoke, but his sharp eyes kept sizing up Li Xuanmiao.

Li Xuanmiao opened his eyes, and the elder immediately lowered his gaze.

"I understand. I will head there shortly."

Li Xuanmiao replied calmly. He did not rise immediately, as his Reincarnation Projection was still not fully retracted.

The purple-robed elder continued, "The Supreme also instructed me to remind you: if the Tai Immortal Divine Origin tries to recruit you, just listen politely but do not make any promises."

"Alright."

Li Xuanmiao responded simply. After spending so many years in the Heavenly Court, even though he had mostly been cultivating, he had also been subjected to the efforts of various immortal factions trying to pull him into their camps. He had seen firsthand how fierce and complicated the internal faction struggles were.

The factional conflicts inside the Heavenly Court far exceeded his original imagination. They were tangled and messy. Even as an Immortal Lord, he had to tread carefully.

Behind every Heavenly God or Star Lord, there might be beings whose immortal status far surpassed his own.

The purple-robed elder said no more, bowed again, and disappeared on the spot.

Li Xuanmiao stood up, his gaze sweeping over the cloud sea, as if penetrating the clouds to glimpse into reincarnation itself.

"Divine Origin Immortal Palace... Tai Immortal Divine Origin..."

Li Xuanmiao looked down at the Three Thousand Great Worlds, pondering how he might get in touch with Master.