Supreme Emptiness

Chapter 2059: Chapter 2103: Universal Celebration

The Tenth Saint is seated at the Moon Palace; it will be difficult for the palace not to prosper henceforth!

Inviting Jiang Fan to become the Master of the Moon Palace is truly a stroke of incredible luck!

She could hardly wait to invite Jiang Fan to take charge of the Moon Palace.

At this moment.

The nine Ancient Saint Divine Steles returned to the auspicious clouds, and the heavenly phenomena gradually dissipated.

However, the crowd gathered at the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion, unwilling to disperse, eagerly watching Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan understood that Central Earth had waited for this day for too long.

Smiling, he loudly proclaimed, "Central Earth has fought three great battles, conquered the Southern Heavenly Realm, and opened an era of eternal peace."

"This is the greatest achievement in all of history for Central Earth, and we should celebrate for three days, rejoicing everywhere!"

With a wave of his sleeve, he released countless Spirit Grass herbs from the Medicine Garden, scattering them everywhere, distributing them to the powerful cultivators present.

The Sages of Central Earth exchanged glances and smiled.

"With Venerate Starfire being so generous, how can we remain stingy?"

One by one, they materialized their resources and traveled across the Nine States, distributing their lifetime’s worth of accumulations to the beings of the world as a sign of divine providence.

Taicang State, Mainland Qingyun Sect.

A downcast young man was descending the long steps of the Qingyun Sect’s mountain gate.

Looking back every few steps, his face was filled with reluctance.

His Spirit Root was mediocre, not meeting the entry threshold of the Qingyun Sect, and he could only return regrettably to his ordinary hometown, living out an ordinary life.

Thud—

A Spirit Pill fell, striking his forehead and then rolling to the ground.

Picking it up to take a look, he found a line of small characters on the pill.

"Transcend Mortality Pill, enhances Spirit Root level."

Holy Spirit State.

In a mountain range with scarce Spiritual Energy, a simple newly-built courtyard resided.

"Alright, the story of Venerate Starfire is finished."

Wu Manyue closed the book with a smile.

In front of her, a few adorable children of the Wang family sat on the ground, listening intently.

Having heard the story of Jiang Fan, they surrounded her, shaking her with enthusiasm.

"Cousin, cousin, tell us more."

"Yes, we haven’t heard enough about your story with Venerate Starfire."

"I want to hear more about the great hero."

Wu Manyue stroked the children’s heads, her face full of affection.

Yet, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of loneliness in her heart.

Since the grand battle in Hunyuan State, Jiang Fan was still a young Venerate.

Now, he has left his name on the Nine Steles, ventured into Hell, defeated the Southern Heavenly Realm, and become an invincible king renowned across the land.

The acquaintance who once made her cry in frustration had now become an unattainable sun for her to look up to.

At this time.

A Cultivation Technique suddenly fell from the sky before her.

Picking it up, she gasped, "A Heaven Level Technique?"

"Is there still a slim chance for my Martial Path to advance?"

Similar scenes unfolded across the lands of Central Earth.

Auspicious signs, like raindrops, nourished the lands of the Nine States, granting countless people opportunities seemingly from thin air.

A true celebration across the entire world.

The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion also hosted a grand feast for three days.

Countless heavenly treasures and exceptional wines were freely enjoyed, celebrating the unprecedented golden age of Central Earth.

Two days later.

Jiang Fan returned to his secret chamber with a slight buzz from the alcohol.

With a flip of his palm, five threads of Law entangled together.

These were parting gifts given to him by several friends from Jiuyou before their departure during the banquet.

With this Law, he could refine his Physique once more and cultivate the "Heavenly Separation Sutra."

Crunch—

But before he could start cultivating, an elegant figure in apricot-yellow drifted in with a quiet fragrance.

It was True Word Venerable.

She brought with her a hint of tipsiness, her face glowing like sunset, and her autumn-like eyes seemed to ripple with light.

She gently closed the stone door, casually leaning beside Jiang Fan to sit.

Gazing at the five threads of Law in front of Jiang Fan, she said, "You know, after two idle days, you’re already restless and starting to cultivate again."

Jiang Fan sighed lightly, "Perhaps I’ve grown accustomed to a life of hurry and busyness."

Turning his head to look at True Word Venerable, he was reminded of her impending departure, and Jiang Fan put away the Law, drawing her closer by the shoulder.

True Word Venerable rested her head on Jiang Fan’s shoulder, saying, "I’ll be leaving in a while."

Jiang Fan remained silent.

He knew True Word Venerable had come to bid farewell.

With the Merit Conference concluded, many people would be going their separate ways.

He took out the Heavenly Thunder Stone, examining it, but True Word Venerable’s jade-like hand stopped him, saying, "Don’t bother giving me any more protective tools."

"The Void Feather Robe you previously gifted has sufficed."

Jiang Fan’s voice was slightly husky, "Remember to come back."

True Word Venerable nodded slightly.

A warm wetness spread across Jiang Fan’s shoulder.

Silently, Jiang Fan held her in his arms, lowering his head to kiss the cheek wet with her tears.

True Word Venerable extended her snow-white arm, taking the initiative to wrap it around Jiang Fan’s neck, meeting his gaze.

For a moment.

In the scattered clothing, the candlelight cast the intertwined shadows of the two onto the stone wall.

At dawn the next day.

Jiang Fan held the exhausted True Word Venerable, playing with True White in his fingers, gazing into her slightly weary eyes, and said with a smile:

"By the way, there’s one question I’ve yet to resolve."

"What did Youran say to you? To make you so afraid of her when you’d lost your memory?"

True Word Venerable blushed, burrowing into his embrace, "I won’t say, it’s so embarrassing."

Jiang Fan said, "You’re about to leave, and you still won’t tell me?"

Hearing this, True Word Venerable tilted her head up, revealing eyes filled with shyness and a misty haze as she said:

"But you mustn’t tell anyone else, especially Yun Shang."

Jiang Fan nodded.

True Word Venerable then stammered:

"Sister Youran said if I didn’t listen, I wouldn’t be allowed to serve you together with Yun Shang."

Jiang Fan blinked.

At the time, True Word had lost her memory and seemed to imitate Yun Shang, leading to a misunderstanding of three people sleeping together in a large blanket.

It turns out that True Word wanted to continue the large-blanket sleep together.

Imagining the scene of the two serving him together.

One, dressed in snow-white, gentle and considerate, renowned as having Immortal Beauty, Yun Shang.

One, in an apricot-yellow long dress, cool and refined, with a stunning face, True Word.

The two together, what kind of ultimate enjoyment would that be?

He couldn’t help but sigh, "Ah, Youran, Youran, you’ve ruined my plan!"

True Word heard this, shyly and lightly punched him, "Who wants to share a large blanket for serving you with Yun Shang?"

"Keep dreaming!"

Jiang Fan felt a wave of disappointment.

Whether it’s Yun Shang or True Word, both are top-tier women in the world, especially with True Word’s proud and aloof personality.

How could she willingly serve him with another?

Taking the initiative was already True Word’s limit.

Looking at Jiang Fan’s disappointed expression, True Word felt a bit apologetic, her red lips gently pursed, she said:

"Alright, I’ll make you happy this time."

Jiang Fan was puzzled, "How will you make me happy?"

True Word sat up, feigning annoyance, "Of course, it’s something you like the most."

Then, bending down, burying her head deeply, and lifting it again.

Repeating endlessly.

Jiang Fan took a deep breath, slowly closing his eyes to enjoy.

He didn’t know how much time passed.

With a popping sound, True Word sat upright, her face like a blossoming peach, "Are you satisfied now?"

Jiang Fan put on a serious expression, assuming the demeanor of a Sage, "Thank you, True Word."

True Word was about to speak.

Suddenly, a voice full of laughter came.

"You have to thank me, without my teaching, where would she have learned it?"

It was Dongfang Canyue!