Checking in for 100,000 Years

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Suppression for 500 Years

”Who are you?”

Instead of answering Ye Yun’s question, the Guardian’s eyelids narrowed slightly, and an astonishing sword gleam flashed from the depths of his eyes. He was ready to attack. The white-robed youth before him instilled a profound sense of fear, unsettling his heart. Only by drawing his sword could he find peace of mind.

Ye Yun looked at the masked man before him and said indifferently, ”You are not worthy to know my name...”

”How arrogant!”

The Guardian’s inner fury erupted like a volcano. Perhaps he could no longer endure this unknown threat and, without hesitation, brought his sword down in a slash. This sword light seemed born from the vast galaxy. As it descended, it shook the heavens.

”What a powerful sword!”

”Indeed, a great Cultivator of the Destiny Realm, with half a foot already in the Life and Death Realm!”

At this moment, countless cultivators in Enlightenment Square looked up at the sky, their faces filled with disbelief.

This astonishing sword light was suddenly frozen in mid-air.

”You’re bold, daring to attack even me!”

A chilling voice suddenly echoed through the void.

Ye Yun gazed at the sword light suspended in mid-air, a faint, sarcastic smile touching his lips. If not for the sake of an old friend’s descendant, would this Guardian still be alive?

”That’s impossible!”

The Guardian, seeing his sword light frozen mid-air, unable to descend an inch, was so terrified his soul nearly scattered. At this moment, a sudden thought struck him: the expert before him had to be at least in the Life and Death Realm.

Ye Yun gently blew a breath. This soft puff of air landed on the brilliant and chilling sword light, which instantly dissipated into wisps of green smoke.

”How amusing, Liu Yiyi. Your descendant actually dared to attack me. I bet you never expected that, did you?”

With his hands clasped behind his back, Ye Yun leisurely walked towards the Guardian.

”You... How could you know our Ancestor’s name?”

The Guardian instantly paled upon hearing the name Liu Yiyi. Only successive generations of Guardians knew the Ancestor’s name. No one else in the world knew it. Yet this white-robed youth knew the Ancestor’s name. How could that be?

Tumultuous waves surged in the Guardian’s heart as he watched the white-robed youth approach step by step. He found his body completely immobilized. He couldn’t even move a single finger.

”A Guardian at the Tenth Level of the Destiny Realm was defeated just like that?”

Many cultivators in Enlightenment Square, witnessing this, were scared out of their wits. Some even turned to flee.

Ye Yun glanced down indifferently. Everyone was instantly immobilized by a mysterious force, as if a binding spell had been cast upon them. Everyone stared in shock at the white-robed youth in the sky. They couldn’t imagine what terrifying level of cultivation this person had reached!

Ye Yun walked up to the Guardian, raised his hand, and SLAP! It landed on the Guardian’s face. The silver mask shattered instantly, revealing an aged face. This aged face was now filled with terror, his eyes revealing indescribable despair.

”Who exactly are you?” The Guardian managed to ask, his voice strained.

”Ye Yun.” Ye Yun softly uttered the two words.

”Ye Yun?” The Guardian’s brows tightened as he slowly mulled over this name. Suddenly, a flash of realization struck him. His expression twisted instantly. ”This... H-how can this be?” he stammered. ”How can you possibly still be alive?” His tone had completely changed by the end of his words.

Because this name, too, was passed down through generations of Guardians. Ye Yun and Liu Yiyi. They were the creators of the two sword marks on the Sword King Stone. Until now, only the successive generations of Guardians knew these two names.

”It seems you remember...” Ye Yun smiled calmly.

”This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Our Ancestor has been dead for nearly one hundred thousand years! How could you possibly still be alive?” The Guardian’s mind collapsed, and he began to mutter frantically to himself. He found it utterly inconceivable that this white-robed youth before him was the Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect, an Eternal Sect from one hundred thousand years ago, renowned as the Cangnan Continent’s foremost expert of the Eternal Realm. But how did he survive? Let alone an expert of the Eternal Realm, not even a legendary True God Realm expert could live for one hundred thousand years!

”Nothing is impossible!” Ye Yun smiled faintly and suddenly pointed a finger into the air. Before him, a stunningly beautiful woman in red materialized.

”This is... our Ancestor...” Upon seeing the woman’s face, the Guardian’s mind reeled in shock. His knees buckled, and he instinctively tried to kneel, but he was immobilized, unable to lift even a finger.

Suddenly, Ye Yun withdrew his Mana. The image of the woman vanished. When he had conjured this image, he had already isolated the scene, ensuring only he and the Guardian could witness it.

Perhaps the sight had stirred painful memories. Ye Yun’s expression grew sorrowful. He took a deep breath. After a few seconds, Ye Yun’s expression became tranquil again, as still as an ancient well, without a single ripple. The earlier trace of sorrow had vanished completely. Ye Yun had ’signed in’ in this space for one hundred thousand years; his Dao Heart had long since become incomparably firm.

He looked at the Guardian and said dispassionately, ”Your death penalty may be waived, but you cannot escape punishment. You shall be suppressed for five hundred years!”

After speaking, Ye Yun lightly tapped the Guardian. Before him, the Guardian instantly turned into a stone statue. Ye Yun flicked the stone statue towards the Mystical Space. The moment the statue entered, all the disciples of the Sword King Palace also turned into stone statues.

Ye Yun gently gestured with his hand. The entire mountain range immediately rumbled and sank deep into the earth. He wrote a single word in the air.

”Seal!”

This large character shone with a sacred light before descending into the ground and vanishing completely.

Witnessing this white-robed youth, who seemed like a veritable God, all the cultivators in Enlightenment Square felt a chill seep into their bones, as if they had been plunged into an icy cavern. A Cultivator at the Tenth Level of the Destiny Realm was so easily suppressed, and for five hundred years at that. Such a miraculous suppression technique was something they had never even heard of.

”All of you... deserve to die as well...” Ye Yun looked down indifferently at the thousands of cultivators below. In his eyes, these cultivators were like ants, utterly insignificant.

With a single breath from him, all those thousands of cultivators, their faces etched with terror, turned into wisps of blue smoke and dissipated. This included Li Shaobai. In Ye Yun’s heart, such cultivators were no different from ants. Beneath a True God, all are ants. Ye Yun would not spare Li Shaobai merely because he had a passing acquaintance with Jun Moxiao. This Li Shaobai, who had thoroughly taken advantage of Jun Moxiao, was no good person either. However, as for the Guardian, Ye Yun still showed mercy on account of a former confidante, merely suppressing him for five hundred years.

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Watching the massive mountain sink into the ground in the blink of an eye, Luo Li and Jun Moxiao couldn’t help but recall the Eighteen Layers of Hell that had suddenly erupted from beneath the Sword God Sect in the Ancient Moon Dynasty. A chill involuntarily ran down their spines. When their Ancestor acted, he always eradicated all threats completely, leaving no loose ends.

”Ancestor,” Jun Moxiao stammered, ”that figure who appeared on the Sword King Stone... was that truly you?”

Ye Yun nodded, then vanished abruptly into the void.

Jun Moxiao and Luo Li exchanged a look, indescribable shock filling their eyes. At the same time, a single question arose in both their hearts. Just who was that stunningly beautiful woman to their Ancestor?