Translator: Silavin
Above the vast and boundless forest sea, three figures streaked across the sky like flowing light, cutting through the air at tremendous speed. In their wake, violent winds whipped the forest canopy below into tumultuous waves.
They had departed that section of the forest sea over an hour ago, yet this endless expanse of trees seemed to stretch on without limit, as if the world itself had been consumed by primordial green.
Time blurred. When the horizon finally began to brighten with the approach of dawn, the silhouette of a city gradually emerged at the edge of Qin Yichen’s vision, materializing like a mirage made solid.
That was River Forest City. Within its walls lay the Transport Array that would connect them to the Imperial Dynasties Assembly.
Liu Yun, flying to his right, spoke up. After a night of desperate flight, his aura showed no signs of exhaustion. In fact, it had recovered considerably.
Clearly, he possessed cultivation techniques of substantial Grade. With the aid of Pills, his recovery could only be described as miraculous.
“En.” Qin Yichen nodded. His primary objective now was to participate in the Imperial Dynasties Assembly.
They had already encountered complications along the way. If they missed the designated time for the Imperial Dynasties Assembly, this entire journey would have been for nothing.
“Don’t worry. River Forest City has a branch of our Rainbow Light Pavilion. No one would be foolish enough to pursue me there.” Liu Yun smiled proudly, a trace of arrogance returning to his expression.
Simultaneously, a flash of coldness flickered through Liu Yun’s eyes as he muttered silently to himself: [You really think the tiger won’t show its fangs? That I’m some kind of sick cat!? Liu Mu! hmph. I’ll slowly play you to death!]
Qin Yichen sensed the brief surge of violent aura emanating from Liu Yun, but he said nothing. These were someone else’s grievances. He had already involved himself inappropriately in this matter. If he entangled himself further with Liu Yun and attracted the attention of that mysterious organization, it would spell trouble.
“That…” As Qin Yichen contemplated their situation, Liu Yun beside him adopted an expression of hesitation, as if wanting to speak but holding back.
“If you have something to say, say it.” Qin Yichen’s brows furrowed.
“Are you two really going to participate in the Imperial Dynasties Assembly?” Liu Yun paused, then could not help but ask.
Qin Yichen glanced at him but did not answer.
Perhaps in Liu Yun’s eyes, going to participate in the Imperial Dynasties Assembly would be tantamount to seeking death. After all, in this territory, a Peak Stage Martial King was as distant from the young generation’s elite as Heaven from Earth!
Even Liu Yun, who had reached the Mid Stage Martial Emperor Realm, could not be considered top-tier. Moreover, his strength had not come purely from his own bitter cultivation. If not for his Silver-Winged Thunder Devourer Martial Soul, he couldn’t even break into the top ten of this region’s young generation!
“Qingyao, listen to my advice, don’t go to the Imperial Dynasties Assembly. Either return the way you came, or follow me back to Rainbow Light Pavilion…” Seeing Qin Yichen’s expression, Liu Yun couldn’t help but shake his head. His face grew unusually solemn as he turned to advise Long Qingyao.
“Thank you for your kind intentions.” However, contrary to his expectations, Long Qingyao seemed to have no interest whatsoever in the Rainbow Light Pavilion that countless people dreamed of entering. Her pretty face was filled with stubborn determination.
Seeing this, Liu Yun could only shake his head.
Regarding the conviction in their hearts, he could guess at its nature. It must be hope entrusted by the entire Force backing them…
“Do you two know how cruel the Imperial Dynasties Assembly truly is? At every Assembly, the mortality rate exceeds fifty percent! In fact, at one particular Assembly, only a single person emerged triumphant. All the other countless prodigies perished and not one survived!”
As he spoke these words, a deep fear surfaced in Liu Yun’s eyes, and his voice began to tremble slightly.
“One person?” Upon hearing this, Qin Yichen’s eyes narrowed involuntarily.
Each Imperial Dynasties Assembly attracted thousands, even tens of thousands of participants. A mortality rate exceeding fifty percent was indeed terrifyingly high.
But to have an assembly where everyone perished except one?
Thousands upon tens of thousands of the young generation’s finest, reduced to a single survivor! Just imagining it sent bone-chilling cold through one’s veins…
“Who was that person?” Qin Yichen drew a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, and asked slowly.
“The Son of Light, Chen Feng!”
Liu Yun’s eyes filled with a dazed expression as he murmured those few syllables that made countless people tremble with fear.
“Son of Light?”
Hearing these three words, Qin Yichen’s eyes narrowed slightly. [This title… Son of Light Chen Feng… why does it somehow seem familiar to me…]
“So listen to my advice. Given that you saved me, I can arrange for you to enter the Rainbow Light Pavilion.” Liu Yun sighed softly.
Qin Yichen responded with a noncommittal smile but gave no answer.
Being able to enter the Rainbow Light Pavilion might be the dream of countless disciples from various Imperial Dynasties, but…
As they conversed, their figures had already cleared the forest sea’s boundaries. An extraordinarily massive city appeared before their eyes.
As they descended, numerous gazes converged on them at the River Forest City gates. When people recognized Liu Yun, shock filled their eyes, and whispered conversations quietly spread.
“Eh, isn’t that Liu Yun, the Young Pavilion Master of the Rainbow Light Pavilion?!”
“Didn’t they say he had already—”
“*Siii…* Looking at his condition, he seems injured!”
“Could there be internal conflict within the Rainbow Light Pavilion? Otherwise, why would that kind of rumour have spread?”
As the three approached, those whispered conversations gradually quieted down.
“Let’s go.” Hearing these voices, Liu Yun’s brows furrowed. He spoke briefly to Qin Yichen and the others, then rapidly headed into the city.
Seeing this, Qin Yichen and Long Qingyao exchanged glances before ultimately following.
Following the main street, Liu Yun’s figure finally stopped before a pavilion that appeared extraordinarily grand.
“Young—Young Pavilion Master!”
“Young Pavilion Master!”
The moment Liu Yun’s footsteps halted, numerous disciples wearing Rainbow Light Pavilion attire emerged from within, clustering around him.
Clearly, although Liu Yun was coveted by others, his status within the Rainbow Light Pavilion remained beyond question!
“Young Pavilion Master, is it really you?!”
As an anxious voice rang out, a middle-aged man with somewhat greying hair quickly strode out.
Liu Yun first nodded toward the numerous disciples, then his gaze turned to the approaching middle-aged man. He spoke softly, “Uncle Luo.”
The middle-aged man nodded, his gaze completely ignoring Qin Yichen and the other person behind Liu Yun. He continuously examined Liu Yun, as if afraid the latter had been injured somewhere.
Finally, discovering that aside from Liu Yun’s aura being somewhat unstable due to consumption, he was unharmed. Moreover, he noticed that the young man’s temperament seemed to have undergone some subtle transformation, though he couldn’t articulate exactly what. It was only after that that he slowly withdrew his scrutiny.
Then, in the next instant, Uncle Luo’s frame trembled slightly. His gaze suddenly swept past Liu Yun, and he asked with some agitation. “Young Pavilion Master, where is Liu Kai?”