Chapter 597

Chapter 597: Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn

Swish!

With a mere thought from Ye Xu, Qin Huangluo, Mu Fanyin, and Xixi materialized out of thin air within the Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

"Have they left?"

Qin Huangluo’s expression remained tranquil, a slight smile appearing as he remarked, "It seems the Witch Clan’s ancestral land is also about to open."

He was shrewd enough to grasp Wu Qinyun’s intentions.

"Daoist friend Qin, let’s discuss serious matters now," Ye Xu said with a grin.

With good fortune comes a refreshed spirit.

Ye Xu had recently earned himself a massive three hundred and forty trillion Hongmeng points from the Witch Clan. Completing this transaction with Qin Huangluo was all that stood between him and the Dao Ancestor realm.

"Certainly."

Qin Huangluo nodded.

He channeled his magic power, causing a manifestation of the Great Dao World to appear before them. It contained a multitude of immortal plants, divine treasures, and magic artifacts—though most seemed rather mundane and unremarkable.

After his previous departure, Qin Huangluo had visited various factions, including the Luoshen Dynasty, the Yuling Sect, Fangcun Mountain, and the divine palace of the demon clan. He had borrowed numerous treasures from them.

As the cherished disciple of the Primordial, Qin Huangluo held immense prestige within the Primordial lineage, standing as a senior even to figures like the Palace Master of Yuqing and the Empress of the Luoshen Dynasty. A mere two hundred trillion divine stones were easily amassed.

"System, exchange them all!"

Ding!

[Congratulations, Host! You have received one hundred and eighty trillion Hongmeng points.]

"Immediately search for the method to elevate Qin Huangluo to the Dao Ancestor rank," Ye Xu commanded inwardly.

Ding!

Another soft chime rang, and a stream of information instantly flooded Ye Xu’s mind.

"So coincidental?"

A flicker of astonishment crossed Ye Xu’s eyes.

"Coincidental?"

Qin Huangluo appeared momentarily confused.

Ye Xu continued with a smile, "Daoist friend Qin, the artifact that will aid your ascension to Dao Ancestor is named the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn. It is a supreme treasure born in the second epoch following the creation of the heavens and earth."

"As you wield the power of the Time Origin Dao, these scrolls—nurtured on the foundation of Temporal Origin—perfectly resonate with you."

"That is truly ideal."

Qin Huangluo’s smile deepened. "And where might these Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn be found?"

"The world of the Pure Land."

"The world of the Pure Land?"

Qin Huangluo’s smile froze, and he said bitterly: "Master, the world of the Pure Land is the territory of the Haotian lineage, and it seems not to exist in the present world."

"I haven’t yet cultivated to become a Dao Ancestor, so how could I enter it?"

Mu Fanyin was greatly interested.

"Don’t be anxious."

Ye Xu said slowly: "To enter the world of the Pure Land, there’s another method: by entering through the Witch Clan’s ancestral land."

Ye Xu didn’t think to hide it either.

Note that after the Witch Clan’s ancestral land was exposed, the third epoch of disaster soil would also enter public sight. Qin Huangluo was bound to enter it, and he would know eventually.

"This volume of the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn is now in Witch Master’s hiding place, within the third epoch of disaster soil of the world of the Pure Land. To go back to the past, one must possess Dao Ancestor cultivation."

"The second way is through the Witch Clan’s ancestral land, at the instant when the third epoch of disaster soil is connected, enter the world of the Pure Land via the ancestral land."

Mu Fanyin’s mind trembled slightly.

"Could it be that the people of the Witch Clan came to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion to ask Master to divine Witch Master’s whereabouts?"

Ye Xu nodded.

Qin Huangluo was also startled.

Witch Master was one of the supreme existences after the creation of the heavens, absolutely in the Dao One realm.

His head felt huge and burdensome, and he said: "Master, if I recall correctly, the Witch Clan’s ancestral land probably has limitations, just like the Dao Clan’s ancestral land."

"Last time, when the Dao Clan’s ancestral land opened, only Dao Sovereigns could set foot in it."

"Although my cultivation is weak, at least I’m a Great Celestial Lord. How can I enter the Witch Clan’s ancestral land?"

Ye Xu could only explain slowly.

"The connection between the third epoch of disaster soil and the Witch Clan’s ancestral land will break the rules of the ancestral land."

"You only need to seize that instant opportunity to fly into the world of the Pure Land."

"So that’s how it is."

Qin Huangluo understood.

"But…"

He said with a bitter expression: "Master, I still have another question."

"Go ahead and ask."

Ye Xu stroked his forehead, also feeling a headache.

"How can I, a junior, from Witch Master’s hiding place, obtain the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn and advance to Dao Ancestor?" Qin Huangluo said solemnly—this was crucial.

"Daoist friend, do you not believe me?" Ye Xu said.

"I told you, you have an eighty percent chance of succeeding."

Mu Fanyin’s pupils contracted.

"Witch Master’s hiding place, and still an eighty percent chance? How is that possible?"

Qin Huangluo frowned.

He really couldn’t figure out how he could seize the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn from the Witch Master!

Unless the Witch Master died.

"No matter what, I have to try," sighed Qin Huangluo, his peripheral gaze fixed on the white swan on his shoulder, his expression tender. "If it succeeds, I could return to the past and stay with you forever."

Ye Xu felt a faint stirring in his heart.

There really was such a devoted person in this world.

"Master, I must bid farewell now," said Qin Huangluo respectfully while cupping his hands.

"Remember," solemnly instructed Ye Xu. "You have only that fleeting chance; once you enter the third epoch of disaster soil, you have an eighty percent likelihood of becoming a Dao Ancestor."

Qin Huangluo waved and left.

"Fanyin," called Ye Xu.

Mu Fanyin’s eyes flickered as she turned them towards Ye Xu.

"This time, the opening of the Witch Clan’s ancestral land will also mimic the Dao Clan," Ye Xu had seen into Wu Qinyun’s thoughts and grasped the Witch Clan’s next moves perfectly well. "Take Ye Li and Feng Wuji with you, and go on a trip to the Witch Clan."

"Feng Wuji?" Mu Fanyin lightly furrowed her brows. "That madman has high natural talent, but he’s just a Dao Lord; what use is taking him along?"

"To broaden his horizons," Ye Xu laughed. He had long wanted to nurture Feng Wuji.

Another reason was loneliness.

If Feng Wuji came along, he could occasionally spark brilliant ideas.

Mu Fanyin nodded. On the outside, she handled things; inside the ancestral land, Ye Li managed affairs. Protecting Feng Wuji was easily sufficient.

"Master," after a long period of thought, Mu Fanyin slowly began speaking. "If the third epoch of disaster soil connects with the Dao Clan’s ancestral land, I want to enter the world of the Pure Land for a thorough exploration."

"Take good care of yourself," said Ye Xu.

"Master, is that concern for me?" Mu Fanyin’s eyes gleamed like water.

Lin Qianmo’s expression turned peculiar. Did this senior sister seem to harbor improper thoughts about the Master?

"Natural."

Ye Xu laughed.

"If you were injured, I would be down one capable assistant."

"[……]"

……

Splash， splash！

Qin Huangluo flew to the edge of the immortal domain.

Chaotic waves surged mightily.

Beyond the immortal domain， he could vaguely see the ceaselessly surging chaotic river， displaying countless extraordinary phenomena.

That was the space beyond the immortal domain， completely occupied by chaos where living beings could hardly survive.

Familiar with the area， he arrived at a fragile spatial node and performed spatial magic.

He immediately stepped into the chaos.

Even with his cultivation level， he felt considerable pressure.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before Qin Huangluo arrived at a thatched cottage floating upon the chaos.

This cottage existed somewhere between the present and the past， unbelievably marvelous.

"Senior brother， Qin Huangluo seeks an audience."

Qin Huangluo walked to the outside of the cottage， letting his voice carry inside.

"Enter."

As the voice sounded， countless divine patterns manifested within the chaos as if forming an array.

But in the next instant， wisps of divine patterns flowed to both sides， forming a path that led straight to the cottage.

Qin Huangluo entered the cottage.

A man wearing dark black daoist robes sat cross-legged upon a prayer mat.

The Great Dao flowed around him， giving birth to three thousand prosperous worlds.

This was a Dao Ancestor.

"Junior brother, have you come to me because you’ve seen reason and wish to let go of your obsession to ascend to Dao Ancestor?" The man in dark robes opened his eyes; they seemed to contain the universe and its stars, mystifying beyond measure.

"Indeed, I come for advancement to Dao Ancestor."

Qin Huangluo smiled.

"However, I will not relinquish that obsession of mine."

He gently stroked the feathers of the white swan and murmured to himself, "Why should I let it go?"

The dark-robed man sighed softly.

"If you could let go of that obsession， with your innate talent， your attainment would certainly surpass my own."

"Senior brother, let’s not speak of this matter again."

Qin Huangluo said, "I learned of the whereabouts of the Ancient Scrolls of Spring and Autumn from the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. However, these ancient scrolls reside in the Witch Master’s cultivation grounds—the world of the Pure Land, within the third epoch of disaster soil."

"I need your help， senior brother, to lend me your strength."

The dark-robed man’s eyes turned sharp.

"The Witch Master?"

His expression was filled with shock.

Qin Huangluo nodded.

"Do not worry， senior brother. The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion divined it. There is an eighty percent chance of success for me. The Witch Master will not be an obstacle."

If the Witch Master were an obstacle， the chance of success wouldn’t even reach one percent.

"How do you want my help?"

The dark-robed man asked.

"The world of the Pure Land is no ordinary place. Even for the likes of me, venturing in lightly would invite far more peril than promise."

That world buried the Old Era, turbulent and unpredictable.

Even a Dao Ancestor wouldn’t dare trespass indiscriminately.

"I have my own method."

Qin Huangluo solemnly uttered.

"I merely require a promise from you， senior brother."

"Hahaha……"

The dark-robed man rose to his feet, his expression bold and heroic.

"Junior brother， you come requesting my aid—how could I idly stand by?"

"I’ve been waiting for you to voice your request for quite some time."

"This time， I shall help you ascend to Dao Ancestor!"