Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1133 - 338: Please Don’t Come Again

The implied meaning the eccentric old man was conveying was not lost on Chen Yan. That is to say, a Saint represented the ultimate of existence, akin to heaven itself.

While certain Sects and Families might contend with internal power struggles, the burden of overly influential factions, or employ stratagems for maintaining balance through division, such complexities were non-existent for a Saint Ancestor. The reason being, absolute power rendered these issues moot.

Worried about an internal faction becoming too dominant? Utterly impossible! A Saint possessed the ability to obliterate such a faction with a mere gesture. When one’s power is absolute, there is no need for intricate 'methods'. It is only when strength is lacking that the necessity arises for drawing in allies, dividing ranks, and employing these tiresome balancing acts. With sufficient strength, one can simply crush any opposition.

Even if a Saint Ancestor were to annihilate the entire Ghost Race, it would not diminish their status as a Saint. The relationship between a Saint and the Ghost Race is fundamentally different from that between an Emperor and their country. An Emperor requires a domain in which to rule; without it, their position is meaningless. However, a Saint transcends such dependencies. A Saint’s existence and power do not stem from the Ghost Race.

This leads to a pertinent question…

"Then why did the Ancestor establish the Ghost Race in the first place?" Chen Yan posed this question with a sigh.

The old man remained silent, a peculiar expression flickering across his face.

·

Chen Yan observed the old man's expression and recognized it as a sign of another 'unjust' question, one that even this pocket dimension, insulated from the normal flow of time, could not entirely suppress.

Raising his cup, the old man tapped it against Chen Yan's. "Very well, let us conclude our discussion here."

"What comes next? What am I to do?" Chen Yan gestured around the empty space. "I have perused all the scriptures here. Since I am to remain, I have no further activities."

"…" The old man quietly finished his drink before slowly rising. "I do not know."

Chen Yan: "…"

"As I have stated, it is not I who am detaining you here," the old man chuckled softly, offering Chen Yan a rueful smile. "In truth… have you ever contemplated a particular matter?"

"What matter?"

"That I, in essence, am precisely like you – a person confined here, unable to depart."

Chen Yan: ???!!!

·

Having delivered this revelation, the old man departed. He opened a door and vanished beyond it.

Chen Yan had no idea where the old man retreated to.

This place comprised one ground level and eight subterranean levels, totaling nine distinct areas. Chen Yan had never ascertained the old man's hidden abode within this space, nor where he resided or moved about.

However, he distinctly recalled the words spoken when the East Sea dispatched him here, suggesting that the original inhabitant's stay might also be drawing to a close. Chen Yan ascended from the eighth underground level back to the first ground floor. He found himself with nothing to occupy his time.

Within this temporal anomaly, a 'time cage' with its altered flow rate, he had spent over three years and four months. He had read to his fill and no longer possessed the desire to continue.

He settled himself by the window on the first floor, gazing out at the external world. Beyond the panes lay the Inner City of the Black Wood Tribe. It was a desolate and barren landscape, marked by a few solitary structures. Chen Yan could remain seated there for half the day without a single soul passing by outside.

After an indeterminate period of sitting, Chen Yan retrieved a sleeping bag, unfurled it on the floor, and crawled in for a profound sleep.

·

Chen Yan had no precise measure of his slumber's duration, for within this place, resembling a temporal prison, time itself seemed to have forfeited its significance. Material substances exhibited negligible change, or rather, their rate of alteration was diminished to an absolute minimum. He experienced neither hunger nor thirst, felt no weariness, his physical form ceased to develop, and he did not age.

Whether in the Library or the Archives, the collected historical records of this 'unknown race' evidently concealed a profound secret. And it was evident that the old woman desired him to uncover this secret, for she would not have otherwise arranged for the East Sea to bring him here to study these matters.

But…

Chen Yan offered a bitter smile inwardly.

But he harbored no concern for these affairs!!

What secrets the Domain Realm held, what truths the Heavenly Dao encompassed, and all such matters. Fundamentally, he was indifferent and unconcerned. Even if these topics piqued his curiosity, even evoked a sense of fascination, when confronted with their underlying truth, his heart echoed with a single thought: It has nothing to do with me!

I am not a native of this world! I wish to return to my own reality! Even if a world-altering event were to transpire within the Domain Realm, that is merely someone else's predicament, entirely separate from me!

Chen Yan was acutely aware of his singular purpose for venturing into the Domain Realm this time. He intended to locate the old woman and pose a single, crucial question.The sole concern consuming him, the most crucial matter, was how to shield his beloved girlfriend, Lu Sisi, from succumbing to possession. Alternatively, upon the conclusion of the reincarnation tribulation, they would transform into Saints or Immortals, descending to face a tribulation. Regardless, the fundamental problem remained: how to ensure his cherished Lu Sisi did not transmute into an entirely different entity. · Chen Yan was roused from his slumber by the tantalizing scent of cooking. He cracked his eyes open, still groggy, and his heart gave a sudden jolt! As a cultivator of the Third Realm, how could he have fallen asleep?! This unexpected nap had evidently banished all weariness accumulated from his prolonged immersion in reading. The sensation of being utterly refreshed, invigorated, and brimming with energy prompted Chen Yan to emit an involuntary, contented sigh.