Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1144 - 341: [Ghost Race Chieftain] 3

His eyelids lifted, and the sight that greeted him was the old lady, gazing at him while silently yielding her head.

Chen Yan comprehended and ceased his speech.

"Keep in mind, the position of Holy Venerable caps out at forty-two, as inscribed by Celestial Dao. It cannot, under any circumstances, be expanded."

With these words uttered, the old lady gestured towards Chen Yan, and her form began to dematerialize where she stood.

Chen Yan was taken aback: "You, you're departing already?"

"Indeed, the chance to witness my precious grandson once more is an exceedingly rare gift. And to have you partake in a dish I prepared, that has been the pinnacle of my recent joy."

Chen Yan's eyes welled up slightly: "Old lady, will our paths cross again in the days ahead? Should I return to the Domain Realm, to the Southern Lands, will I be able to find you once more?"

The old lady offered a smile, motioned to Chen Yan, yet spoke no further, her figure becoming progressively more transparent until she vanished entirely.

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Following the old lady's departure, Chen Yan remained rooted to the spot, lost in thought for a considerable duration before he finally roused himself.

The old lady had imparted numerous statements, yet she refrained from elaborating on them, merely advising him to journey back home and reflect upon them at his leisure.

Upon his return...

Chen Yan came to the realization that the old lady's intention was for him to return to his own world!

Within the Domain Realm, such contemplations ought to be relinquished. Excessive rumination might inadvertently alert the Celestial Dao of the Domain Realm, and at that juncture...

Hmm...

(It appears the old lady harbors a profound apprehension towards the Domain Realm's Celestial Dao!)

She gives the impression of not being one who serves or pledges allegiance to the Celestial Dao.

Rather, it seems more akin to a strategy of extreme caution and unceasing vigilance!

Considering this, Chen Yan dared not delve any deeper into his thoughts.

The old lady, being a Saint possessing certain faculties to provide shelter from the Celestial Dao, was nevertheless smitten by heavenly thunder and suffered injury.

As a mere practitioner of the Third Realm, Chen Yan lacks the aptitude to shield himself from the Celestial Dao and is incapable of resisting heavenly thunder. It is most prudent to refrain from excessive contemplation.

He occupied a seat in the hall for a time, when abruptly, the side entrance opened, and the eccentric old man emerged.

Chen Yan cast a glance in his direction, and was momentarily dumbfounded.

This peculiar old man, who had previously been attired in tattered rags, now presented a completely transformed appearance.

By some unknown means, he had acquired a set of immaculate, neatly arranged, form-fitting Ghost Race garments, and even his disheveled hair had been expertly tidied.

Standing before Chen Yan at this moment, this formerly unkempt, eccentric old man exuded an aura of undeniable authority.

"Let us depart, young one."

"Hmm?" Chen Yan expressed his surprise: "Depart to where?"

"Naturally, the time has arrived for our departure." The old man shook his head, turned, and surveyed the hall, a flicker of nostalgic sentiment present in his eyes, before emitting a faint smile: "Indeed, now that you have arrived, I am at liberty to depart."

"..." Chen Yan found his words utterly perplexing, yet he restrained himself from further inquiry, instead observing the old man with a sense of intrigue.

The old man offered no additional remarks, proceeding slowly towards the primary portal—the gateway from this repository of knowledge to the external world.

Reaching the threshold, the gateway dissolved open on its own accord, and as the light from the exterior flooded through the frame, the old man stood bathed in its luminescence.

He turned and beckoned Chen Yan, who promptly complied, moving towards him without hesitation.

The old man let out a hearty chuckle, stepped through the portal, and Chen Yan followed in close pursuit.

Emerging from the gateway, beyond the confines of the library, upon the grounds of the Inner City, a multitude of individuals were already prostrate on the ground!

At the very forefront, unmistakably positioned, was the East Sea!!

The East Sea was the sole individual remaining upright—certainly, given his childlike stature, even while standing, he was approximately at the same height as those kneeling.

Positioned behind the East Sea was Zhan Xi, the chief Samurai of the Black Wood Tribe, accompanied by over a dozen other individuals beside Zhan Xi, all adorned in Ghost Race attire, yet the evident quality of their vestments betrayed their noble standing.

Further behind them were hundreds more, some clad in martial combat gear, others in ceremonial robes—though all bore the hallmarks of Ghost Race apparel, distinctions could be readily observed in the elaborate patterns of the fabric and the distinct styles of their garments.

It was abundantly clear that these individuals hailed not solely from the Black Wood Tribe but represented a diverse array of tribes within the Ghost Race!

Scanning the expanse, those kneeling before him numbered in the hundreds.

The old man stood at the portal, his eyes narrowed, his gaze calmly traversing the assembled throng, before drawing a deep, sighing breath.

As the old man's gaze swept over them, countless members of the Ghost Race lowered their heads, disinclined to meet his penetrating stare.

Only the East Sea maintained his upright posture, calmly observing the old man situated at the gateway.

Taking a profound inhalation, the East Sea slowly and articulately proclaimed.

"Heed the ancestral decree, for the Eighteen Tribes of the Ghost Race!"

The East Sea's resonant cry sent a palpable tremor through the assembled Ghost Race populace, causing their already lowered heads to bow even more deeply.