Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1381: I... Also Come from the Divine Land

This mad-like elder is simply an invincible majestic presence, slaughtering immortals as if they were mere dogs.

The white-clothed youth from the Divine Land is also extremely powerful—

Currently, I fear only the elder can take action against him.

Numerous cultivators at the Immortal Boundary level looked hopeful, gazing into the air, expecting the mad elder to reveal his true form.

Has someone arrived?

Ye Yun was surprised and looked around.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

The childish nursery rhyme sound once again echoed from all directions.

Only the voice was heard, but no figure was seen.

Ye Yun scanned the area, but surprisingly didn’t see anyone appear.

He frowned slightly.

At this moment, the little rabbit crouching on Little Flower’s shoulder widened its eyes, listened intently for a few seconds, and suddenly showed a terrified expression, shouting loudly.

"Master, the madman is coming!"

"A madman?"

Ye Yun murmured, a strong interest appearing on his face.

All along, he had been extremely interested in this madman.

To be able to slaughter immortals like dogs, this strength must be very strong, akin to an invincible existence.

"Good."

Ye Yun smiled and nodded, giving the little rabbit a reassuring look.

The little rabbit is a survivor of the Immortal Cataclysm, and it has a huge psychological shadow caused by this murderous madman.

"Huh... Master, something’s not right!

The madman’s voice seems much younger? I remember millions of years ago, his voice was that of a young man..."

The little rabbit blinked, listened for a few more seconds, and spoke with uncertainty.

Got younger?

Ye Yun was surprised.

Just listening to the nursery rhyme sound, it indeed sounded like a child was chanting. After all these years, could the madman really have reversed aging?

Reversing aging is nothing for a cultivator.

As long as they know the art of transformation, they can easily achieve that.

But which cultivator would ever turn themselves into a child’s form?

Whoosh...

A soft breeze blew by.

A white cloud inexplicably appeared in the void, and as the cloud gently trembled, it transformed into a white-clothed child, appearing cheerfully before everyone.

The white-clothed child’s expression was manic, slightly exaggerated, with features unlike ordinary people, clearly not a normal person.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, newcomers come, old ones leave..."

The white-clothed child continued singing the nursery rhyme, but as he looked at Ye Yun, there was a trace of excitement in his eyes for some unknown reason.

At this moment, Ye Yun also looked at the white-clothed child.

Their gazes met at this moment.

Observing the white-clothed child, the little rabbit’s expression changed slightly and said in a deep voice, "Master, although he has turned into a child’s form, the contours of his features haven’t changed much, he— is that cold-blooded madman!"

"Hmm!"

Ye Yun nodded.

The aura on the white-clothed child was very faint, at first glance, just like an ordinary cultivator.

However.

This white-clothed child gave him a faint feeling of familiarity, as if encountered before.

"Strange, where does this familiarity come from?"

Ye Yun frowned slightly.

He was sure he had never seen this white-clothed child before.

"Elder, you finally came. This person has taken the Luo Mo Burial Fairy Flower from my Ten Great Immortal Lands and has gravely injured us all, cutting off our Eternal Hell’s hope..."

The black-robed elder clutched his chest, roaring with a face full of grief and indignation: "Please, elder, take action and destroy this fiend!"

Infected by the black-robed elder’s emotions, other strong cultivators at the Immortal Boundary level erupted with emotions, shouting loudly.

"Please, elder, take action and destroy this fiend!"

"Please, elder, take action and destroy this fiend!"

"..."

The sound was earth-shattering, like waves crashing around.

Listening to the overwhelming sound, the white-clothed child’s expression did not change at all, and he sat cross-legged in the void, crossed his legs, and babbled crazily to himself: "Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

"Elder! We have plotted a hundred-year plan, now being ruined by this person, please, elder, take action!"

The black-robed elder knelt on the ground, extremely agitated.

"Please, elder, take action!"

Other strong cultivators at the Immortal Boundary level also knelt down.

Now this mad elder is their last hope for a comeback.

"Hee hee!"

The white-clothed child smiled peculiarly, suddenly got up, and began floating towards Ye Yun.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star..."

Floating along, singing that familiar nursery rhyme.

Ye Yun squinted slightly.

This white-clothed child, no doubt, is an extremely powerful being, the strongest cultivator he has encountered so far.

To be able to slaughter immortals like dogs, one can see how powerful this white-clothed child is.

However, Ye Yun was not afraid.

As the white-clothed child approached closer and closer, there were a few strange colors emerging deep in Ye Yun’s eyes.

Why does this sense of familiarity become stronger and stronger?

What secret does this mysterious white-clothed child hide?

"The elder has moved, surely he can slay this fiend!"

Gazing at the tiny white figure in the void, the black-robed elder was overjoyed.

They had pleaded for so long, finally persuading this mad elder to act.

Calmly staring at Ye Yun, the white-clothed child suddenly opened his mouth, but his voice was somewhat hoarse: "You... come from the Divine Land?"

"Yes."

Ye Yun nodded.

The white-clothed child’s current demeanor was not like a real madman, as he did not attack him proactively.

This was completely against the little rabbit’s description.

Hearing Ye Yun’s words.

"Hahaha... sob sob... ah ah..." The white-clothed child’s mood swung suddenly to laughter and tears, desperately scratching his hair.

The already messy hair now looked even more like a dismantled bird’s nest.

Ye Yun frowned slightly.

Why did the white-clothed child’s mental state fluctuate so much, what could be the cause?

"Ahem ahem..."

He inexplicably coughed twice, then lifted his head to gaze once more at Ye Yun.

His face was extremely manic, smiling miserably.

"I... also come from the Divine Land."

The white-clothed child said hoarsely.

"You also come from the Divine Land?"

Ye Yun’s eyes widened, shocked at the moment.

He never thought that the white-clothed child also came from the Divine Land.

"No wonder there’s some familiarity..."

Ye Yun marveled, softly pursing his lips.

The highest cultivation system in the Eternal Hell is the Immortal Boundary level, so without a doubt, the white-clothed child is also at the Immortal Boundary level.

As an Immortal Boundary-level white-clothed child, his battle prowess is extremely strong, an invincible being within the same realm!

Ye Yun believed that with this peerless invincible foundation, perhaps back at the peak of the God-Emperor Realm, the white-clothed child could break through the boundaries of the two worlds, successfully arriving at the Eternal Hell.

Thinking thusly.

He felt relieved in his mind.

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land—precisely because the white-clothed child also came from the Divine Land, Ye Yun experienced a slight sense of familiarity.

The little rabbit’s face turned pale, curling up on the shoulder of the Luo Mo Burial Fairy Flower, whispering: "Oh my god, Little Flower, how did this madman come from the Divine Land too?"

"How would I know?"

The Luo Mo Burial Fairy Flower responded with a wry smile.

She also didn’t expect the madman to be from the Divine Land.

For millions of years.

No one knew the origins of the madman, nor where he normally resided; only by chance would someone occasionally see him appear around the world.

The cultivators of the Eternal Hell almost unanimously considered this mad elder to be a legendary reclusive cultivator.

Of course... belonging to the Eternal Hell’s cultivators.

They never thought outside the box.

After all, in everyone’s mind, the Divine Land was considered a lower world, never comparable to the high-level beings of the Eternal Hell.