2080: Chapter 2070: The Master of the Last Layer 2080: Chapter 2070: The Master of the Last Layer The molten lava surged continuously around him, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy in the vicinity of Xuanyuan grew increasingly violent, with the Spiritual Energy and Evil Qi blending together and drilling into Xuanyuan’s body.
With a “boom”, a thunderous explosion shook the entire Cave, causing stalactites to fall constantly.
Long Yan conjured a protective barrier with his True Qi, and the falling rocks clinked against it.
“Ao!”
A heaven-shattering howl erupted from Xuanyuan’s mouth as he stood up abruptly.
“Congratulations.”
Once one of the Vice Commanders of the Fifty Thousand Demon Army, he had returned!
With each movement of Xuanyuan’s hand, the heavens and earth changed color—this was the Power of the Drought Demon.
“Hahaha, I should thank you for that.”
Xuanyuan, a man of hearty character by nature, had won Xuanyuan’s friendship with Long Yan’s life-saving actions.
Hearing Xuanyuan’s words, Long Yan merely smiled noncommittally.
Let’s not forget that it was Xuanyuan who had saved Long Yan in the beginning; without him, Long Yan would have long since been trapped within those chains.
“Brother, I won’t say much in the way of thanks, but if there’s ever a need for Xuanyuan, just say the word.”
As Xuanyuan spoke, he thumped his chest loudly, his aura as a God Emperor 6th Tier making one tremble in awe.
Long Yan shook his head, not mentioning what the White Tiger had previously told him.
“Brother, let’s go down to the lowest level and see.”
Xuanyuan’s expression suddenly became extremely complex, but he could still discern what was important.
The only help for Long Yan was down there with that person; as for them, they had nothing to repay Long Yan with.
“Alright.”
Long Yan found Xuanyuan’s expression a bit strange, but he was usually very accurate at reading people.
He knew Xuanyuan would not harm him, and of course, if Xuanyuan wanted to harm him, the status of God Emperor 6th Tier was not for show.
“Afterwards, you will meet our Commander.”
Xuanyuan called out to Long Yan as he descended, then his entire being transformed into a red light and disappeared within Falling Dragon Cave.
“What, he came out?”
“Of course, you dumb snake.”
Chang Tianqing spoke without turning towards Xuanyuan, who retorted without reserve.
They exchanged a smile, as if nothing had changed between them.
This last level of Falling Dragon Cave was also the one with the longest staircase; there was no noise around, everything was eerily silent, as if in a void.
Even Long Yan started to wonder if he was in an Illusionary Realm.
“At last.”
A heavy pressure bore down tightly on Long Yan’s shoulders, the sensation strangely as if his body was not his own, only able to command each part of his body through his brain.
If someone were to launch a surprise attack on Long Yan now, it would surely succeed.
There were none of the expected defenses on the last level; ahead was just a small house with faint candlelight flickering inside.
The ancient and quaint little house contained all the necessary furnishings, and a silver-haired man was reading a book.
“Could it be?”
Long Yan felt a bit stunned.
How could Falling Dragon Cave have such a place, and the man in front of him didn’t seem to be sealed.
“You’re here?
Sit.”
The silver-haired man did not even lift his eyelids, but as if he knew Long Yan had entered, casually pointed to a stool for Long Yan to sit on.
In Long Yan’s eyes, this man exhibited no fluctuations of True Qi, yet his Breath was more formidable than the combined presence of Xuanyuan and Chang Tianqing.
When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
Long Yan casually selected a stool to sit on.
Upon hearing the sound of Long Yan sitting down, the silver-haired man finally lifted his head.
His handsome face was adorned with two eyes, one gold and one silver.
Long Yan had heard of such Eyes before.
They were called Yin-Yang Eyes, and the legend went that Mortals with Yin-Yang Eyes were considered omens of misfortune, able to see ghosts from a young age—an item coveted by many Ghost Cultivators but beyond their reach.
“May I ask, Sir, weren’t you sealed?”
After pondering for a moment, Long Yan still asked the question he had in mind; he had heard from Chang Tianqing that three people had been sealed within the Falling Dragon Cave, but now it seemed that wasn’t entirely the case.
The silver-haired man in front of him laughed at Long Yan’s words.
“Who could possibly seal ‘the old man’?”
The silver-haired man filled up Long Yan’s teacup in front of him and spoke casually.
Although his voice was gentle, his words carried an unbeatable domineering.
“Then…”
“Want to know why I’m here?”
“Exactly.”
The silver-haired man asked ahead of Long Yan.
“Because I made a bet with someone.”
The silver-haired man’s words truly shocked Long Yan.
A bet lasting a thousand years?
“I and that Demon Clan man were evenly matched; in the end, we made a bet.”
A different light radiated from the man’s eyes as he reminisced about something.
“The bet was whether anyone would come to this Falling Dragon Cave; it seems he lost.”
Long Yan’s arrival had broken the stalemate, indicating that it was that Demon Clan man who had sealed Chang Tianqing and Xuanyuan, and that sequence of events had persisted to the present.
“But he’s long dead.”
Unable to hold back, Long Yan blurted out the truth.
“Well, what of it?”
The man in front of him flicked his silver hair, saying that the Demon Race was a race that highly valued loyalty.
If they made a promise to you, they would keep it no matter how challenging it might be.
“Let’s not talk about me, let’s talk about you instead.
The Four Symbols Inheritance, although your strength is a bit low, it’s quite interesting.”
In an instant, Long Yan found himself completely seen through by the man in front of him; all his secrets had been uncovered.
“Enough.
You helped me win the bet and you saved my two subordinates, so I ought to repay you.”
Slender fingers gently tapped Long Yan’s forehead, “How much you can comprehend depends entirely on you.”
Long Yan felt a powerful Artistic Conception flooding into his mind, so intense that it almost caused his brain to crash.
“What is time?”
Surrounding him was the constant passage of time, a person going through birth, aging, sickness, death.
The Time Principle was the most broadly encompassing aspect of time; it could boost a person’s strength in an instant or strip it away just as quickly.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death were all part of time’s flow, encompassing everything.
What would it be like if such time had an offensive capability?
Long Yan was startled by this thought that suddenly surfaced in his mind; should time possess offensive power, then all Mystic arts would seem fragile before it.
Once this thought lodged itself in Long Yan’s mind, it became indelible.
Should time possess offensive capability, an instant Time Explosion could even cause Space itself to collapse.
The silver-haired man observed Long Yan in front of him, his usually untroubled face showing a hint of surprise.
This youngster really was a natural-born Time Controller.
Everyone considered the time’s Artistic Conception to be the strongest support Artistic Conception, but what they didn’t realize was that time could be both the strongest support and the most powerful sword in one’s hand.
All things had dual aspects; time was no exception.
Long Yan slowly opened his eyes in front of him, and though there was no increase in his physical strength, he felt confident he could now easily defeat his former self.
Looking at the man smiling at him, Long Yan clenched one fist before his chest in gratitude.
“Thank you, Senior, for the opportunity you’ve provided.”