Finally getting to the point, Yin Ming raised an eyebrow.

"You mean, this Northern Sea Divine Kun is the guardian beast of the sect recorded in the literature?"

That's even stranger. The Divine Realm once bestowed upon it such supreme glory, and as a guardian beast of the sect, it should have at least earned some merit, even if it didn't. What kind of crime could have led it to this state?

Furthermore, the current guardian beast seems to have served for hundreds of years, but judging from Feng Yan's description, this Beiming Divine Kun is not even the previous generation of guardian beast.

In other words, if this Northern Sea Divine Kun is indeed the same one from back then, it has existed for at least several thousand years.

At this moment, Fa Jian had brought Yin Ming and Feng Yan to the shore of the small island. Yin Ming jumped ashore first, followed closely by Feng Yan.

This unexpected information doesn't seem to be of much use right now, but it does confirm that the strength of the Northern Sea Divine Kun is far greater than they imagined.

Even a piece of wood wouldn't be too bad after cultivating for thousands of years, let alone the Northern Darkness Divine Kun, which had already reached the ninth realm back then.

With so many years of accumulation, it must have already reached the ninth realm of perfection.

Thinking this, Yin Ming became increasingly worried about Ling Yao's situation.

The island was a bit far from the battlefield, and Yin Ming could no longer see Ling Yao's figure.

He could only turn his gaze to the red magic sword that had brought them to the island, placing his hopes on it.

Although it's unclear why it changed from black to red, judging from the patterns and shape, this is indeed the Spirit Cry Sword.

Lingyao once said that this sword was connected to his soul, so it should be able to understand human speech to some extent, right?

Although it felt strange to do this, Yin Ming forced himself to suppress his awkwardness and spoke earnestly to the magic sword floating on the water:

"Thank you for bringing us here. Lingyao still needs you. Please go back and help him."

The red magic sword seemed to understand Yin Ming's words, and shrunk back to its original size.

It turned a corner while changing direction, brushed against Yin Ming, and then transformed into a streak of light, speeding towards the direction where Ling Yao was.

Feng Yan looked at this scene with some surprise and said, "What kind of divine sword is this? It is so spiritual."

Yin Ming did not answer this question, because he was frozen in place.

What shocked him wasn't that Lingming would actually rub against him, but rather...

When the owner names his sword, he will engrave the chosen name on the blade.

The previous Lingming Sword was black, and Yin Ming had never examined the blade of the Lingming Sword up close, so he did not know what words Ling Yao had written on it.

As a fan of the original work, he naturally assumed that Lingyao would use the name from the original work and name him "Lingming".

But just now, when the Spirit Sword was hovering in front of him, Yin Ming realized that the words written on the sword were "Spirit Sword".

So... Lingyao already liked him back then?!

They even secretly named the sword after them?!

Thinking back to how he had praised it as a good name... Lingyao wouldn't misunderstand that he was responding to him, would he?

Isn't that awkward?!

Feng Yan had no idea what Yin Ming was thinking. He turned to look at the barrier in front of him and felt that the aura coming from it seemed very familiar.

After pondering for a while, Feng Yan took out the disciple token given to him by the Divine Realm and carefully touched the barrier.

Upon discovering that the barrier could indeed be penetrated, Feng Yan gently tugged at Yin Ming's sleeve, signaling him to enter the island together.

Forced back to his senses, Yin Ming followed Feng Yan's steps closely. In a daze, he looked up and seemed to see a gentle and beautiful woman in a white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) in front of him.

Behind the beauty was a garden full of spring colors, and not far away there was a palace with carved beams and painted rafters and an exquisite pavilion. Compared with the pitch-black scenery outside the barrier, the scene in front of her was so beautiful that it was simply dreamlike and unpredictable.

The beauty seemed slightly surprised to see the two of them, but when her gaze fell on Feng Yan's face, she suddenly smiled and said, "Long time no see, Feng Yan."

Feng Yan was also surprised and asked, "Chu Yi? What are you doing here?"

The gentle beauty shook her head slightly, a hint of melancholy in her eyes. Just as she was about to speak, something seemed to catch her attention, and she looked up in the direction behind Yin Ming.

Yin Ming subconsciously followed her gaze and saw Ling Yao rushing towards the island while fighting and retreating.

The massive body of the Northern Sea Divine Kun was also moving rapidly through the water, closely following Ling Yao's figure, its eyes as red as blood.

Its size seemed to have increased considerably compared to before, and its entire body exuded a visibly fierce and powerful aura.

Upon seeing this, Yin Ming's heart tightened, and he immediately tore off his disciple token and threw it out with all his might.

Lingyao swiftly caught the token, quickly descended, and entered the barrier's range just as the Northern Sea Divine Kun pounced in front of him.

With the token in hand, Lingyao easily passed through the metallic barrier.

The Northern Sea Divine Kun behind him crashed solidly into the barrier, causing the entire barrier to tremble.

Before the Northern Sea Divine Kun could exert its power further, a faint, cold light flashed across the barrier.

The Northern Sea Divine Kun was immediately struck as if by a severe blow. Its massive body was sent flying backward, crashing into the black water and creating a huge splash.

The black water that splashed onto the barrier only left ripples on the barrier before disappearing completely.

The Northern Sea Divine Kun, resentful of the backlash from the barrier, lingered in the black water. But over the years, it knew it could not break through the barrier. After wandering around in vain for a few times, it could only reluctantly sink back into the water.

The waters returned to calm, signifying that the crisis was temporarily averted. Lingyao had also safely entered the island and reunited with him, allowing Yin Ming to finally relax.

But the battle just now was so intense that he was worried that Lingyao might have been injured in the process. Yin Ming quickly grabbed Lingyao's hand and checked him carefully. "Ayao, are you alright?"

Lingyao did not answer, but stared at Yinming with complicated eyes for a long time before reaching out and gently embracing him.

"Ah Yao?" Hearing the other person's heavy breathing, Yin Ming called out to him somewhat helplessly.

Lingyao took a deep breath, seemingly trying to control his emotions.

He gently pushed Yin Ming away, nodding politely with perfect tact, "I'm fine."

Yin Ming was taken aback by his reaction upon waking up.

Suddenly he remembered that he was still wearing the Thousand Faces. Although he didn't know when Lingyao had confirmed his identity, the matter at hand was obviously more important.

Since Lingyao didn't bring up the past, let's put it aside for now and talk about it after we leave this land abandoned by the gods.

"I never expected that you would be able to escape from the mouth of the Holy Kun. This is the first time in all these years that outsiders have set foot on this island." Chu Yi's tone seemed to be full of emotion.

Upon hearing this, Feng Yan chuckled softly. Perhaps because he had escaped from the jaws of death and no longer needed to live in fear, he spoke in a slightly joking tone.

"I remember you used to be very quiet, but after all these years, you've become much more talkative."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yi gave a wry smile. "I've always preferred quiet, but after experiencing nearly a hundred years of silence, I've realized that sometimes a little noise isn't so bad."

Feng Yan nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, staying in a place like this for a hundred years is indeed torture. But you haven't told me yet, how did you end up here?"

Chu Yi sighed softly, gestured to Yin Ming and the other person, and then walked towards the pavilion first.

"It can't be explained in a few words. We've been apart for a long time, so why don't we sit down, have some tea, and chat about what's been going on with each other?"