I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2571 - 1166: The First Row’s Seat

Chen Mobai froze in shock for an instant as he watched Qian Xing glide inside without any trouble.

"Ancestor, he entered!?"

From the opposite side, Qi Yuheng watched the spectacle with a surge of astonishment and elation.

Could this signify that the Immortal Gate would soon boast another Cultivating Void besides Chen Mobai in the days ahead?

Chen Mobai tried stepping in once more, yet an invisible barrier halted him like an impenetrable air wall.

Perhaps once Purple Sky Daoist Venerable departed, the palace permitted only a single entrant?

Or maybe no one could re-enter within a brief timeframe?

Turning away from Qi Yuheng's view, Chen Mobai pulled out Turtle Treasure and initiated a teleportation attempt.

Right before Qi Yuheng's wide-eyed stare, Chen Mobai vanished right from where he stood.

Deep within the Purple Cloud Palace.

Qian Xing, who had just stepped in beaming with delight, abruptly noticed silver glows flashing nearby, and suddenly Chen Mobai materialized out of nowhere before him.

"Pure Yang, you... managed to enter again?"

Recovering from his astonishment, Qian Xing blurted out the question.

Everyone knew that after Bai Guang exited, no amount of effort allowed him back inside.

"I share a profound bond with this Purple Cloud Palace, but let's skip that talk. Ancestor, this entry might be your sole chance in life, so grab a mat, sit down, and ponder your question carefully."

Thanks to Turtle Treasure's earlier feats, Chen Mobai hadn't expected such swift re-entry. Facing Qian Xing, he felt a touch of unease but swiftly devised an excuse to urge him toward making the most of it.

"Yes, I've already figured it out."

True to form, Qian Xing cherished this moment deeply; he nodded gravely after hearing the advice, then used his divination method to pick the ideal mat in the final row matching his birth stars and settled onto it.

The instant he took his seat, Qian Xing's presence turned hazy and spectral, fading to near invisibility. Were Chen Mobai not standing nearby, he'd swear the hall stood empty.

Could it be the Illusory Great Dao?

Chen Mobai wondered inwardly, tempted to claim any mat and sit, but recalling his own prior words, he fetched a broom and dustpan from the Domain and started sweeping instead.

Yet as the sacred hall of Dao Venerable's lectures, Purple Cloud Palace remained utterly spotless.

He even flipped the mats in the back row and shook them out, but the dustpan stayed pristine.

Finishing the sweep, Chen Mobai prepared to store the tools away when he noticed something odd.

The air wall blocking the hall seemed entirely absent now.

Was this a perk for the cleaner?

With that thought, Chen Mobai tested by advancing his right foot, and indeed, nothing impeded him.

Thrilled, broom and dustpan in hand, he advanced to the second-last row and resumed his diligent cleaning with utmost care.

Purple Cloud Palace featured five rows of seats.

During his prior visit via Dan Ding Taoist's Three Azure Bird Dharma Aspect, Chen Mobai had occupied the third row's leftmost spot by the wall.

Before long, he reached the mat of his previous seating, a wave of nostalgia washing over him.

He swept it thoroughly with precision before sinking down onto it, lost in memories.

Last time, inside Dan Ding Taoist's recollections, there were no true bodily feelings.

This time, however, settling in felt intimately familiar, reminiscent of reclaiming his old back-row windowside desk from high school.

Amid his reflections, his eyes fell on the beige mat ahead, apparently crafted from interwoven feathers.

This had been Senior Sister Wangji's.

The memory etched deep into Chen Mobai's mind.

Since occupying a seat in Purple Cloud Palace this time yielded no reaction—perhaps queries were handled sequentially—he wasted no time, rose promptly, grabbed his tools, and tidied around Wangji's mat.

Then, brimming with fervent curiosity, he headed straight to the front row.

Seven mats lined it, though during his earlier lecture attendance, Chen Mobai recalled the final one sat vacant.

The blue-haired, blue-robed senior sister had perched beside that empty spot. Might it have been reserved for her turtle mount?

The idea struck Chen Mobai, prompting him to draw out Turtle Treasure once more to check for any link.

However, with the blue-haired senior sister seated, her robes concealed most of the turtle's shell, leaving Chen Mobai unable to confirm if it matched Turtle Treasure.

Undeterred, he stowed Turtle Treasure away.

Next, wielding his tools, he painstakingly polished the Green Lotus Stone Platform from which Purple Sky Daoist Venerable had delivered his teachings.

He even pondered crafting a golden statue of the master to enshrine there, complete with an incense altar for perpetual offerings.

But on second thought, since Purple Sky Daoist Venerable had ascended beyond, such mortal tributes would likely annoy rather than please, so Chen Mobai abandoned the notion.

Growing restless, he claimed the sole remaining empty mat in the first row, shut his eyes, and entered meditation to absorb the fresh Dao Rhythm gleaned from this Purple Cloud Palace visit.

By now, he commanded numerous Great Daos, yet for his looming Harmonization or Pure Yang path, his choices stood firm: Saintly Virtue and End of Destiny.

Having delved profoundly into Saintly Virtue already, he directed his efforts chiefly toward grasping End of Destiny.

From his last Purple Cloud Palace enlightenment, he had grasped the basics of the Transcendence Method, gaining alongside it a distinctive insight into End of Destiny.

End of Destiny serves to avert the Universe's total collapse.

And the most straightforward solution lies in limiting the number of Cultivating Void beings within the Great Thousand Universe.