Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 810: Return

A few months was not a long time.

The flying boat passed through one gray sea area after another. The scenery around them hardly changed, and only when Leng Qianshuang occasionally adjusted the course did the hull tilt slightly.

In the outer regions of the Sea of Hongmeng, a Saint-grade flying boat was still quite safe.

Although those Hongmeng creatures did not possess high intelligence, they had the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so they all avoided them.

Since entering the Quiet Room, Han Xuanji had not come out. That door had remained tightly closed, and even his aura was restrained completely.

And on this day, that door finally opened.

When Han Xuanji walked out, his expression was more composed than it had been a few months ago, and deep in his eyes, there seemed to be an indescribable luster.

For the past few months, he had been digesting the insights from the Nine Heavens Destiny Art. Although his cultivation had not improved significantly, he could feel that his understanding of the Way of Destiny was much clearer than before.

That feeling was like standing on a high point overlooking a river; before, he could only see the ripples flowing on the surface, but now he could vaguely discern the course of the riverbed.

This was a change in cognition, and its benefits to him were immeasurable.

“It is nearby now.”

Han Xuanji looked toward the increasingly thick gray mist in front of the flying boat and said softly.

Leng Qianshuang did not ask more, only slightly adjusting the speed of the flying boat.

Han Xuanji closed his eyes and extended his perception forward.

Having just entered the Eternal Dao Lord realm, he basically dared not explore the Sea of Hongmeng, but now he was not so timid; as long as his Divine Sense did not touch any taboos, there was basically no problem.

And thanks to the progress in the Way of Destiny, his judgment of the specific location of Chaos was more accurate than before.

Although that connection was still vague, it was no longer flickering as it had been before; instead, it was steadily pulling him, like an invisible thread connecting him to that area.

In his perception, the aura of Chaos gradually became clear, as if that world was slowly approaching him.

…

Meanwhile, deep within Chaos.

In an ancient Dao Palace, Han Hu had been sitting in meditation, but suddenly he opened his eyes. In that instant, a flash of uncontrollable brightness shone in his pupils, as if a stone had been thrown into a long-silent lake of his heart, causing ripples.

He stood up abruptly and muttered: “It is Master’s aura.”

His voice was tight, carrying a long-suppressed excitement.

“He has returned?!”

Han Hu believed his perception was flawless, and he moved Chaos slowly in the direction of Han Xuanji.

At the same time, he quickly sent out this message. Many rays of communication light flew out from the Dao Palace, passing through layers of the the void and dispersing to all corners of Chaos.

In a Dao Palace.

Taishang Dao Venerable was sitting with his eyes closed, his body shrouded in a layer of faint Dao Rhyme, as if he had merged with Chaos.

When the communication light landed before him, he slowly opened his eyes, the calmness in his gaze gone.

“He has returned.”

Taishang Dao Venerable turned to look at Yuanshi Dao Venerable, who had also received the message. They looked at each other and spoke in unison. Both their eyes held the same expression.

Immortal Realm, deep in Lingxiao Hall.

Lin Feng’s main body was in seclusion cultivation. The Immortal Realm had been peaceful for countless years. He only needed to split off an Incarnation to handle affairs; most of the time, he was in seclusion cultivation.

The arrival of the communication light broke the silence of the Meditation Room.

Lin Feng raised his head. In that instant, his aura leaked out uncontrollably, causing the entire Lingxiao Hall to tremble.

The guards outside the palace looked at each other, not knowing why this Heavenly Emperor, who had been quiet for tens of millions of years, would suddenly lose his composure.

Xuantian Dao Palace.

Li Taiqing stood up and looked at the layers of clouds outside the palace; the light deep in his eyes said it all.

“Master… you have finally returned.”

Yun Wuji sat upright on the peak of an immortal mountain, with many people below listening to his sermon.

The arrival of the communication light made his originally peaceful voice pause, and he suddenly said something that no one expected.

“Did I hear that right?”

“Dao Ancestor’s Master, that is…”

The crowd looked up at Yun Wuji and saw that this being, honored as the “Wuji Dao Ancestor,” now wore an expression they had never seen before.

Gone was his usual majesty and composure, replaced by a smile of pleasant surprise.

Below, Wuji Dao Ancestor’s eldest disciple, the Supreme Han Family Old Ancestor, Limitless Primordial Dao Venerable, Han Yun, revealed a thoughtful expression.

Master’s Master…

Wasn’t that the Supreme Great Heavenly Venerate, the Lord of Chaos, the Xuantian Dao Ancestor, the Savior of Chaos… and the true Supreme Old Ancestor of the Han Family!

Meanwhile.

Throughout Chaos, those familiar beings who had once followed Han Xuanji all stopped what they were doing in unison.

Some woke from meditation, some put down their affairs, and some stood on high places looking into the depths of the the void.

The tens of millions of years of waiting seemed to have finally come to fruition at this moment.

…

Outside of Chaos, the flying boat slowly decelerated, finally hovering steadily in a gray the void.

On the sea surface not far ahead, an inconspicuous leaf was floating; it was emerald green, with clear veins, and no different from an ordinary leaf.

It hovered there quietly, as if it had just drifted here with the wind, completely unremarkable.

Han Xuanji looked at the leaf, his gaze carrying a trace of complexity.

He turned to Leng Qianshuang and said: “Senior Sister, that leaf is the carrier of the Primordial Chaos where I originated.”

Leng Qianshuang followed his gaze and looked at the leaf for a moment, her eyes showing a trace of curiosity. The forms of every Primordial Chaos were different; some looked like leaves, some like teardrops, and some like stones.

She nodded: “Then go, I will wait for you here.”

Han Xuanji did not say much more, separating a wisp of Divine Sense from his main body, turning into a ray of light, and drifting toward the leaf.

His main body remained on the flying boat, sitting cross-legged with eyes closed.

That wisp of Divine Sense passed through the membrane on the surface of the leaf and entered a vast, boundless world.

His current strength far exceeded the upper limit that this piece of Chaos could bear; if his main body entered, his mere existence would be enough to cause this world to collapse.

And this Incarnation of Divine Sense, although it only carried a tiny fraction of his power, was enough to accomplish many things.

Han Xuanji arrived in the Immortal Realm, standing once again between the familiar heaven and earth, feeling that long-lost aura.

The familiar feeling gave him a sense of peace.

He was not in a hurry to find those old acquaintances, but instead flew off in one direction.