You should know that this Origin Pearl is a legendary treasure, possessing endless magical power.
At this moment, witnessing the appearance of the Origin Pearl, the Eighth and Ninth Ancestors felt that their hearts could hardly withstand such a huge impact.
Yuan Honglian, Yuan Cangsheng, Yuan Changsheng, and others were well aware of the preciousness and mysterious power of the Origin Pearl.
When they heard about this, the shock on their faces was no less than that of the Eighth and Ninth Patriarchs.
Just then, the ancient ancestor spoke up: "Little fellow, now that you have successfully broken the order of heaven and earth and become the first saint before the age of one hundred, the operation of the Heavenly Dao will accelerate after breaking this order."
"Next, a series of even more daunting challenges await you."
"Therefore, you must seize every minute and second and do your best to improve your strength."
"There's no need to worry in the slightest. No matter what happens, face it with confidence and courage. I, the Ancient Ancestor, will back you up in everything!"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhexian immediately bowed respectfully and replied, "I, Yuan Zhexian, will heed your teachings and understand their profound meaning."
Immediately afterwards, the Ancient Ancestor turned to look at the Eighth and Ninth Ancestors and instructed them: "Little Eight, Little Nine, you two stay here for now, the rest of you may leave."
After understanding the ancient ancestor's intentions, Yuan Zhexian, Yuan Honglian, and the others bowed to the ancient ancestor before slowly bowing and leaving the ancestral land.
After everyone had left, the Ninth Ancestor and the Eighth Ancestor exchanged a worried glance and said, "Ancestor, the Immortal has actually managed to obtain such a treasure as the Earthly Origin Pearl. I'm afraid we won't be able to explain this to that old fellow..."
Before the ancient ancestor could speak, suddenly, a majestic and domineering voice resounded throughout the ancestral land like a great bell.
The voice seemed to come from the heavens above, carrying an endless sense of vicissitude and profound weight.
"Confess? Confess what?"
"Leaving aside the fact that this young fellow, Zhe Xian, has now become the most valued person in our Yuan Clan, just considering his heaven-defying talent and his mysterious and ethereal Dao Body, which old fellow wouldn't be tempted by him?"
The sound continued to echo, as if every word contained boundless power.
Then, the voice sounded again, addressing the Eighth and Ninth Ancestors: "Little Ninth, Little Eighth, relying solely on that little fellow named Red Lotus, I'm afraid it will be difficult to withstand this great calamity that is about to descend."
"If things get bad, you should quickly call out Xiao San, Xiao Wu, and the others."
"After that, I will also bring Xiao Da and Xiao Er back."
"Remember, this little immortal must not be allowed to make the slightest mistake, understand?"
Upon hearing this, the Eighth and Ninth Ancestors quickly replied in unison, "Understood, Ancestor!"
The two men looked solemn, knowing full well the gravity of the matter, and dared not slacken in the slightest.
At this moment, inside the Divine Palace, Yuan Haoran, Yuan Ruochu, Ji Jingtian, and other important figures quietly awaited the return of Yuan Zhexian.
Time passed second by second, and finally, just as everyone was anxiously waiting, a flash of light appeared, and Yuan Zhexian appeared in the Divine Palace like a ghost.
Previously, when Yuan Zhexian left the ancestral land, he bowed to Yuan Honglian and others to say goodbye. Then, without hesitation, he used his movement technique and returned directly to the Divine Palace at an astonishing speed.
When his tall figure appeared before everyone, all eyes involuntarily focused on him.
Surprisingly, the aura emanating from Yuan Zhexian at this moment was completely different from that of the past.
In the past, he was surrounded by a terrifying and powerful aura of oppression, which inspired fear in people.
But now, that sense of oppression has vanished, replaced by a majesty akin to that of a high and mighty deity.
Standing there, Yuan Zhexian seemed to transcend the mortal world, radiating a sacred and inviolable brilliance.
Faced with such a person, people can't help but feel an urge to worship him, and even looking directly at his face is incredibly difficult.
It should be noted that this is one of the distinctive characteristics of those who have entered the Saint Realm.
So-called sages are high above, looking down on all things in the world, regarding all living beings as insignificant ants.
For cultivators, the realm of sainthood is a crucial critical point.
Before reaching this level, cultivators would absorb the spiritual energy between heaven and earth and gather it behind them, calling it spiritual power.
However, once one breaks through to the Saint realm, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed into the body will undergo a qualitative transformation, turning into a more powerful and mysterious Saint power.
Time flies, and nearly forty years have passed in a flash.
After experiencing a thousand years of dreams, Yuan Zhexian reappeared before everyone. At this moment, even his usually calm heart was stirred by ripples, and a sense of being in another world arose spontaneously.
In that long, dreamlike existence, Yuan Zhexian lost all his memories and cultivation, living his life anew as an ordinary person.
When he met everyone again, he was surprised to find that these familiar faces had all broken through their shackles and successfully advanced to the supreme realm of quasi-saints, including Yuan Yan'er.
Yuan Zhexian's gaze slowly swept over everyone, a look of satisfaction in his eyes. He murmured to himself, "Now you have all reached the quasi-saint realm. I suppose you have not slacked off in the slightest during these forty years."
"It should be understood that the further one progresses on the path of spiritual cultivation, the longer it will take."
Just then, Yuan Yan'er pouted and complained with a wronged expression, "My God, since you went into seclusion, you have no idea how outrageous that Brother Haoran has been!"
Upon hearing this, Yuan Zhexian was slightly taken aback, then looked puzzled and asked, "Oh? What exactly is going on?"
Yuan Yan'er said angrily, "Before you went into seclusion, didn't you instruct Brother Haoran to keep an eye on us?"
"And look what happened! Ever since Brother Haoran took us under his wing, he has been torturing and abusing us in every way possible!"
"In the beginning, each of us was required to spar with him purely with our bodies."
"At the beginning, we were each made to practice with him using our physical bodies. Brother Haoran is a primordial holy body and Dao embryo."
"The training then moved into the next stage: the exchange of spells, but he was still the ultimate victor."
"After that, it was the battle of spiritual power. Each sparring session lasted for a whole month, and such high-intensity training almost made people breathless."
"Days passed by like this, and before we knew it, nearly forty years had gone by."
What is frustrating is that, over the past forty years, we have been unable to defeat him in terms of physical strength, magic, or spiritual power.
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