The Eternal Supreme Chapter 2401: 2400-ancient God Maha

Su Peiqing was suddenly overcome by a wave of melancholy and sorrow. The thought of their separation brought tears to her eyes, making it difficult for her to say goodbye.

“Silly girl,” Yunxiao chuckled softly. “All good things must come to an end. I am truly grateful for the care you’ve shown me over these last three years.” As he finished speaking, he solemnly cupped his fists in a formal salute.

Although his memory had been lost for five years, that time was far from a void. He held a clear recollection of every event during that period. He was especially aware of the hardships Su Peiqing endured after taking in a fool like him; she had faced immense pressure and grievances from both her clan and outsiders. He had witnessed it all. While he couldn't comprehend the situation in his stupor, his mind was now sharp and clear.

Despite her reluctance to let him go, Su Peiqing was intelligent enough to recognize the vast chasm between their worlds. Bitterness tinged her voice as she asked, “Will our paths ever cross again in the future?”

“What do you think, silly girl?” Yunxiao replied with a gentle smile. “What does your heart tell you?”

He produced a token and placed it in Su Peiqing’s hand, explaining, “Keep this Heavenly Martial Medallion. Should you ever wish to talk or share some tea, you can find me at the Heavenly Martial Union at any time. Always remember, if you face any trouble, look for your big brother.”

Su Peiqing gripped the token tightly, her heart heavy with grief. Tears flowed uncontrollably, yet she managed a firm nod without uttering another word.

Waving his hand with a faint smile, Yunxiao said, “I’m not heading to my death, so why the tears? This is merely a brief parting. As long as you desire it, we can meet again whenever you wish.”

With those final words, his form slowly faded away, vanishing from the small courtyard.

Su Peiqing bowed her head, sobbing quietly at first before eventually breaking down into loud cries.

The members of the Su family remained prostrate on the ground, unsure if Yunxiao had truly departed and not daring to steal a glance. The courtyard presented a bizarre sight: a crowd of people kneeling in silence while a lone girl crouched on the ground, weeping.

After her crying subsided, Su Peiqing finally regained her composure and hurried to help Su Mo and the others to their feet.

The Su family members breathed a collective sigh of relief, though the reverence in their eyes when they looked at Su Peiqing had shifted entirely.

News of the return of Yunxiao, the Heavenly Martial League’s leader who had been missing for five years, spread across the world within days. People shared the tidings with excitement, celebrating his reappearance.

The holy city of Lanxue was transformed, adorned with vibrant lanterns and streamers. A sense of wonder and joy filled the air, and the festive spirit was contagious, bringing genuine happiness to everyone’s heart.

Inside the Great Hall, Yunxiao sat quietly, listening as Ding Ling’er provided a detailed report on the events of the past five years.

Following that climactic battle, Yuan and Yuan had returned to the Devil Realm once their wounds had partially healed. They had originally intended to stay until they could thank Yunxiao in person, but his prolonged absence and the uncertainty regarding his survival forced them to depart early.

As for the others, they were either lost or wounded. Many had suffered devastating injuries and remained in secluded Cultivation within the Holy Region, still struggling to recover to this day.

“Sisters Hongyan and Yunshang are also dealing with severe injuries and haven't fully recovered,” Ding Ling’er noted. “Management of Shenxiao Palace was passed to Han Junting. Regarding Lord Bo Mu, he passed away shortly after returning, having sacrificed a massive amount of True Essence to Lord True Dragon.”

“And what of Feini’s Flame of Life?” Yunxiao’s expression shifted slightly as he pressed, “What is the status of Feini’s Flame of Life?”

“It is currently with little sister Water Fairy,” Ding Ling’er answered. “At present, only the Ru Wo Wen technique can sustain the Flame of Life, and Water Fairy is the sole successor of that technique.”

Dread filled Yunxiao’s face. Bo Mu’s parting words echoed in his mind—that Feini’s rebirth depended entirely on her own willpower, and no external force could intervene.

“Do you have any news regarding Lord Mu Di’s current state?” he murmured softly.

Ding Ling’er paused to reflect before answering honestly, “I am not entirely sure, but the situation seems precarious. It appears to be very grim.”

“I see.” Yunxiao nodded slowly. “I understand.” He let out a soft sigh and dismissed her with a wave of his hand. “You may go now; I need some time alone.”

Once Ding Ling’er had departed, Yunxiao sat cross-legged in the hall. He allowed his consciousness to sink into his spiritual ocean, revisiting the memories of the great conflict five years prior. The recollection stirred a whirlwind of emotions within him.

In those final moments, Xiao Qing had merged with him, sacrificing itself completely to grant him aid.

Even though Yunxiao’s current power had moved beyond the World King realm, he realized he still had a long path ahead. The location and nature of the Lord of the Thousand Worlds remained a mystery to him.

He was still noticeably weaker than the power Six-winged had displayed back then.

However, by refining the Master of Ups and Downs and the Divine Realm Tablet, his grasp of the Heavenly Dao had grown increasingly profound. His memory loss over the last five years was partly a consequence of that final fusion with Qing Zhu.

As a Second Wood Spirit, Xiao Qing possessed a unique perspective on the Heavenly Dao, which Yunxiao had inherited. As he carefully processed these insights, he felt the path of Cultivation stretching out before him like a vast, illuminated highway.

He pulled out the Master Bobble and inspected it. A green shimmer manifested within the blade—the Luan Yu Dragon Soul.

Extending his Divine Sense, he ventured into the world contained within the sword.

Since the sword's creation, he had been unable to perceive its internal essence. Now that his Cultivation had surpassed the Realm King level, he finally had the chance to study it.

To his surprise, the inner world of the sword was a desolate, gray expanse, seemingly devoid of life.

Finding this peculiar, Yunxiao began to walk through the space. The sensation reminded him of the Demon Lord’s Six Paths space, though there were distinct differences.

“Hehe, my congratulations on surviving the encounter with the Demon Master and making it back.”

A familiar voice suddenly resonated through the void.

Yunxiao jumped in surprise. “It’s you!”

“Indeed, it is me,” the voice replied with a chuckle.

“I am finally hearing your voice again,” Yunxiao said urgently. “Just who are you?”

The voice laughed again. “Don't be in such a rush. I will explain everything in due time. I hadn't planned on reaching out so early; I was hoping you would reach the Master of a Thousand Worlds rank first. However, circumstances have changed. Besides, by creating this Master Sinking Ship, you have proven your qualifications.”

“Changes? Qualifications?”

“What is happening?” Yunxiao asked quickly. “What is this about?”

“Yes,” the voice said with a serious tone. “A Heavenly Dao Fruit Meeting was scheduled to take place, but an unexpected event has caused it to be moved up significantly. That is why I am giving you this early warning, so you can prepare yourself.”

“The Heavenly Dao Fruit Conference? What on earth is that?”

Yunxiao was stunned, find the information completely beyond his current understanding.

The voice explained, “It concerns the Heavenly Dao Fruit, naturally. I will provide the specifics when the time is right. For now, focus on increasing your strength as quickly as possible. Participation in the meeting requires one to either be a Master of a Thousand Worlds or possess the ability to refine a Mystic Artifact of this Mystic Space to communicate with the Chaotic Great Universe.”

“The Chaotic Great Universe?”

“You’ve said a great deal,” Yunxiao said, frowning, “but you haven't actually clarified anything.”

“Hahaha!”

The voice erupted in laughter. “The Chaotic Great Universe refers to the primary cosmic space, often called the Mystic Space. It can only be perceived by a Master of the Thousand Realms. The Heavenly Martial Realm and the Devil Realm are merely two worlds that evolved within a small chaotic galaxy in the northern reaches of that vast universe.”

Yunxiao felt dazed, his mind spinning with confusion. He had a million questions but didn't know where to begin. “Then, if I may ask, who are you, my Lord?”

The voice laughed. “In a way, you already know me. You have, after all, practiced the Shen methodology that I left behind. You may call me Maha.”

“Maha!”

Yunxiao’s blood boiled with excitement. The speaker was none other than the legendary figure of the Heavenly Martial Realm, the Ancient God Maha!

Yunxiao cupped his fists, acting like a devoted follower meeting his hero. “So it truly is you, my Lord!”

“There is no need for such formalities,” Maha said with a light smile. “Given your talent and Cultivation, your future achievements will surely match or even surpass my own.”

“How am I supposed to reach this Heavenly Dao Fruit Meeting?” Yunxiao asked eagerly.

“Since you haven't yet attained the power of a Master of the Thousand Worlds,” Maha noted, “and have only refined the Master of the Ups and Downs, it is a bit complicated. When the moment arrives, we will open a planar rift and send down a Universe Plate. You can use your Profound level weapon to let it guide you to our location.”

“We? You are not alone, Daren?”

Yunxiao asked, confused.

“Certainly not. There are individuals here you would likely find interesting,” Maha said playfully. “For instance, the original True Dragon of the Heavenly Martial Realm and several renowned Holy Demons from the Devil Realm are present. This specific Heavenly Dao Fruit Meeting is just a small gathering for the minor chaotic starfields. However, such an opportunity is rare. After discussing it, we decided you were worthy of an invitation. I will send someone to contact you when it begins.”

Yunxiao still had many lingering questions, but Maha seemed finished. “Everything will be revealed in time.” With that, the voice went silent.

No matter how much Yunxiao called out, only silence met his cries.

The revelations from Maha were so staggering that he could no longer focus on his Cultivation. He withdrew from his meditative state, mulling over Maha's words.

“The first generation True Dragon and the Holy Demons of the Devil Realm...”

“It makes sense now,” Yunxiao whispered to himself. “Even if the Master of the Thousand Worlds rank is incredibly rare, many must have reached it over the eons. It turns out those people left their home planes for the minor chaotic starfields or other realms.”

A sudden realization struck him, and he wondered, “But why have they never returned? Even a massive crisis between the two realms could be settled instantly if just one of them descended. Maha mentioned they had to work together to open a passage and send the Universe Plate. I fear that once I leave, returning might be nearly impossible.”

He fell into a daze at the thought. If he truly abandoned the Heavenly Martial Realm, what would become of everyone else?

Qu Hongyan, Feini, Luo Yunshang, Ding Ling’er, Water Fairy, Xiao Hong...

Even if he could walk away from the rest of the world, how could he leave his dear companions behind?

A massive uncertainty loomed in his mind. For a long time, he sat in the hall, lost in his own thoughts.