Star Trace Gate

Chapter 921 The Only Close Relative Here, Entering the Hall of Immortality Again

The gray mist in front of the Green Palace dissipated, the myriad divine phenomena vanished, and everything here returned to peace.

A pair of dark eyes suddenly opened, revealing the world again. The first thing they saw was the warmth of humanity, and the gaunt, yellow-white hair of their aunt Tianwei.

She nourished her "Original Eyes" with the power of her physical body, blood, and soul, but now, when she was with her nephew, all of that was naturally drained away. Her entire body was like an oil lamp that had burned out, merely existing in form, but without a single ray of light...

She is gone, her soul returned to heaven and earth, her body utterly destroyed.

"Shh!"

With tears in her eyes, Ren carefully caught her aunt with her hand before she fell.

She was completely drained of her energy and was now as thin as a dried-up stem. Even her previously striking and beautiful features had become flat, distorted, and wrinkled.

She looked like an old woman who was as old as could be, without her former beauty and youth, without her lifelong obsession and devotion. All that remained was the warmth of her skin, a testament to her presence in this world...

Ren lowered her head, staring blankly at her aunt, gently smoothing her messy hair.

Tears welled up and fell silently, soaking her clothes...

He was overwhelmed with grief at that moment, and murmured in a very soft voice, "I really envy him for having an aunt like you... He is not miserable. The last bit of warmth you gave him will be the most important thing in his life."

Ren wasn't actually blind, but at this moment, he felt a strong emotional connection with him. In his aunt Tianwei, he saw the shadow of his father—that scholar's pen, once filled with deep love, had painted a magnificent future for him…

As Aunt Tianwei said, those who are willing to protect their young are never those who follow rules or are inherently good, but rather those who are the closest relatives who gave birth to and raised their young.

The ancients said that the inheritance of bloodlines lies in "teaching by words and deeds," from father to son, from son to grandson, in an endless cycle. But the great way is ruthless, and the lesson of even the closest relatives turning against each other is too cold and too universal. It is far less profound, more stunning, and more lingering than the last ray of warmth in the world.

Who wouldn't want their offspring to understand the cruelty of the world and see through the baseness of human nature, yet still possess warmth in their hearts and live a life facing the sun?

Tianwei's choice and missionary work not only influenced Huang the Blind Man, but also Ren Yexu, from whom he benefited greatly... He admired and respected her from the bottom of his heart.

"Let's go, I'll take you home...!"

Ren, like a child, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, then lifted his aunt's body with both arms and walked towards the back hall of the Qing Palace.

He wanted to place his aunt in the coffin where she had once slept, so that she could sleep peacefully, undisturbed, and without having to worry about when she would wake up.

As they walked further and further away, the silhouettes of the aunt and niece stretched long and lonely in the magnificent Green Palace...

The storyteller descended from the sky, his expression extremely complicated. He wanted to offer some advice to Ren Ye, but when the words reached his lips, he didn't know where to begin.

"Tap tap...!"

A series of heavy footsteps approached, and Li Xiaopang, sniffling and panting, stood beside the storyteller.

He had been there the whole time, but because of his inferior third-grade cultivation, he hadn't dared to step forward, fearing that his aunt could kill him with a flick of her finger. But he had seen and understood everything that had just happened.

“…Auntie, auntie, you’ve brought tears to my eyes.” Li Xiaopang was definitely a sentimental person. He was very moved and cried his eyes out, snot bubbling from his nose: “I…I’m so smart, but I really never imagined that the source of our eyes that we’ve been searching for is actually in you. This is so amazing.”

"However, you just said you wanted to devour my second uncle, so I definitely can't agree to that... Waaah... I can't even have such a thought."

“My Li family risked our lives to help you. Don’t let it turn out that my second uncle is turned into a big steamed bun, making my brother Huang and me fight to the death.”

The storyteller frowned and glared at the man, scolding him, "You're quite cunning, aren't you? Are you afraid that Huang will regain his original eyes and stand up completely, and then eat your second uncle in this divine tomb? You son of a bitch, your heart is so dirty. That Huang isn't you; he wouldn't do such a thing."

"...Can't I just say it?! Why are you acting like a cat whose tail has been stepped on? Why didn't you take me with you when you and Brother Huang conspired? Are you two up to some kind of little gang conspiracy again...?!" After experiencing all sorts of events, Li Xiaopang felt that his IQ was a bit insufficient, and he always had a feeling that he was going to be played like a noodle by his two accomplices.

"I hate stupid pigs with too many ideas the most," the storyteller succinctly stated.

"You dare curse me again?! I'll jump into a well right now, you believe me? I'll make sure all you scheming schemers can't predict my every move...!"

The two bickered as they followed Ren Ye to the back hall.

In the desolate inner palace, Ren gently placed his aunt's body into her jade coffin.

"Sleep now... No one will be able to disturb you anymore...!" He wiped his aunt's cheeks gently with tears in his eyes, smoothing her clothes: "When I get home... I'll take out that gorgeous dress that you've never been willing to wear, and put it on you... and then seal the coffin completely."

"Ugh."

Even the most experienced storyteller couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene: "The Great Way is ruthless, but people are compassionate. Although these chaotic people all deserve to die... it doesn't stop them from having a truly genuine side."

Upon hearing this, Li Xiaopang immediately became displeased: "In the divine tomb of my Illusion Village, in front of a divine son and an ancient emperor's son, you cursed us all as deserving of death... Isn't that a bit too impolite?!"

"Your identities don't prevent us from being friends," the storyteller replied calmly.

"Brother Huang and I are only fifteen or sixteen years old, while you are already half-buried in the ground. Why do you insist on being friends with us?! Do you think children are easy to fool?" Although Li Xiaopang said this, the sense of closeness in his words was undeniable.

The storyteller did not respond further, but instead raised his hand and summoned a porcelain bottle that shimmered with light. He then opened the lid and drew out a drop of emerald green liquid.

"Snapped!"

He flicked his right index finger lightly, and then the drop of emerald green divine liquid floated into the coffin and landed between Aunt Tianwei's eyebrows.

"Weng...!"

A gentle aura arose, and Tianwei's originally withered body immediately radiated endless brilliance, with faint signs of surging blood and qi.

Her dry, yellowish-white hair instantly became soft, shiny, and black; her withered skin and features also became clearer and fuller.

A moment later, she regained her stunning beauty, as if she had suddenly frozen her life at the best and most beautiful age.

"Though we walk different paths, we sympathize with each other." The storyteller said calmly, "Since you are a peerless beauty, you should always maintain your unparalleled elegance... Fellow Daoist, farewell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the storyteller turned and left without lingering in the back hall.

Although Li Xiaopang was a little worried about Ren Ye's condition, after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he couldn't help much here, so he followed him out.

Inside the hall, Ren finished tidying up his aunt's makeup, and then gently pushed the jade coffin to make it close slowly.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, as the coffin lid and outer coffin were completely joined together, the cold proclamation of Heaven also resounded in Ren Ye's ears.

Congratulations! You have fully experienced the "Past Events" chapter and made the correct behavioral choices.

Congratulations! Your behavioral compatibility score has increased by 53 points, now reaching 100 points.

[Congratulations! You have successfully found the Eyes of Origin and completed your lineage... You have also recovered all your lost experiences from the past, including your identity, status, origins, name, and so on.]

But outside this divine tomb and immortal palace, there still exists a group of people who covet everything you possess, filled with greed and envy. You remain in dire straits, still unable to shake off the label of "useless" and reclaim your rightful place...

You have moved beyond the past and are now welcoming a new beginning.

[Congratulations! You have successfully triggered the Heavenly Grace-level Secret Realm, the final chapter of the Illusory Village story – "The New Master".]

[Final Task: Try to survive the conflict between the four races, defeat all the greedy ones, reclaim your rightful place, and completely shed your status as a wild dog. When everyone here once again looks to you with anticipation, you may officially leave this secret realm...]

[Special reward for the Old Tales chapter: You can enter the Undying Palace and retrieve the last wisp of "Chaos: Primal Energy" from the mortal realm.]

A series of pronouncements of divine will gradually faded from my ears.

Ren Ye, who was still immersed in grief, unconsciously snapped out of his reverie when he heard the last sentence of the announcement.

Chaos—the primordial energy?!

They even called it the last strand! How can you not feel that this is incredibly high-class?

However, this "Chaos: Primordial Qi" was not described in any detail in the proclamation of the Heavenly Dao, nor was its origin and divine power explained... This made Ren feel that it seemed very powerful, but he didn't know how powerful it was.

Prior to this, Ren Ye's understanding of "Original Power" was that a cultivator, after comprehending their true Dao intent, embarks on the journey to the other side of the Great Dao. On this journey, through understanding their own Dao intent, they gradually glimpse the fundamental rules governing the operation of heaven and earth, and then form their own Original Power.

This primordial power exists above the Great Dao, and is the ultimate "Dao Fruit" that truly glimpses the rules of heaven and earth. It is naturally a supreme and profound power, invincible in the world.

To give an example, the Li family in this illusory village cultivates the art of void, and even beginners can master supernatural abilities such as teleportation, teleportation, and shrinking the earth to an inch. As one progresses, these supernatural abilities become more refined, more complex, and more astonishing to the world. They can even, like the second uncle, use divine power to conjure thousands of mirror mazes, completely disrupting the void of a region.

If this method of emptiness is comprehended to its fullest extent, one may be able to glimpse certain laws of heaven and earth, or even influence or manipulate these laws of heaven and earth with a mere gesture.

Therefore, in Ren Ye's current understanding, he believes that this primordial power is a supreme existence that most cultivators can never even touch in their entire lives. Perhaps only those who attain godhood can comprehend and master it, and pass on this law as a legacy to future generations…

To put it simply, this primordial power should be the ultimate "Dao Fruit" left to the human world by supreme beings such as Great Emperors, Ancient Emperors, and Heavenly Venerables after their deaths.

If we follow this line of thinking, then this "Chaos: Primal Power" is a "supreme divine object" that is extremely rare and hard to come by, and it is even far stronger than "human treasures." Because treasures are merely external weapons; although their divine power is astonishing and amazing, they cannot ultimately enhance the host's Dao intent.

Enlightenment, enlightenment—isn't it all about glimpsing the secrets of heaven? And this primordial power can be sensed, studied, felt, and even used by the host at any time. It's like a primary school student holding a world-shaking classic, learning it while simultaneously beating up all opponents and peers, and then steadily improving…

Am I right?

Ren Ye was slightly excited: "Probably?! After all, this is a Heavenly Grace-level secret realm, so it's not too surprising that it would give such an amazing reward."

Wait... that doesn't make sense either.

I was just playing the role of Blind Huang, not the real Blind Huang himself.