The Book of Eight Streams is a symbol of the leaders of the eight major sects.

The ancient Western State was once a death space that many people feared. Under the protection of the peak-level Immortal Emperors, all entrants would be suppressed by the Spirit Ocean Realm. Even those who entered without boundaries would be no different from ordinary people.

The Spirit Ocean Realm is a spatial technique created by the ancestors of the Four Great Pavilions. The Weapon Emperor continues to maintain the operation of the Crossing Heaven Great Array using the power of his soul at the time of his fall.

Three hundred years ago, the Central Emperor Wuduantian, under the pretext of eradicating alien races, ignored the opposition of Wuyan and sent three hundred thousand Iron Cavalry troops into the Western State. They were no different from regular people and were defeated by the coalition forces of the eight major sects, barely escaping with a few hundred surviving cavalry back to the Godrealm's influence.

After that, the Eastern Star Emperor Tianchenzi personally led an army to attack the Godrealm, swiftly capturing the Central Plains area. The national teacher Hainanshan of the Holy God Emperor died in the Western Wilderness Battle.

Afterward, Wuduantian personally investigated the rumors in the Western State. Even though he had lost all his spiritual power upon entry, he was no different from an ordinary martial artist. However, cutting off the connection between spiritual energy and the body did not mean there was no way to use spiritual power!

In the Western State, spiritual energy can be released through formations. During duels, opponents use formations to suppress each other, putting the enemy at a disadvantage to lower the difficulty of killing them.

The Western Wilderness Battle consumed too many natural resources, leaving many lands completely desolate after being ravaged.

Since then, the continent has entered the desolate era, and later generations renamed the Western Continent as the Desolate Continent.

Decades ago, the Blood Emperor underwent Nirvana and brought unprecedented calamity to the continent. At that time, except for the desolate northwest, everywhere else was almost burnt to ashes by the Blood Clan's blood-alchemy fire!

At that moment when the lives of countless beings on the continent were at stake.

The four pavilion masters from the four corners of the world reluctantly joined forces to collectively vanquish the Blood Emperor!

On the Godless Altar, they fought the Blood Emperor for nine hundred and ninety-nine days, finally pushing it back to a different dimension on that lofty altar.

"What a great story, come... tell us another one!"

Under the Yufeng Theater stage, several children and adults in coarse hemp clothing were shouting and urging.

"Yes, yes, what happened next?"

Although the audience below the stage were all urging the old man on stage, who was skinny and dried up, to continue the story, where in the world can you just stop telling a story halfway?

"To know what happens next... hehe, stay tuned for next time!"

"Hey, what's this?"

The men, women, and children below the stage were all too eager, clamoring and shouting.

"Burp... burp!"

The noisy sounds on and off the stage made some travelers in nearby inns feel unusually annoyed. They all went to confront the storyteller.

Except for the guest in the leftmost room on the top floor of the inn, who had not come out for three days!

And inside the room...

A handsome man sat cross-legged in a room built of bamboo tiles, circulating his spiritual energy.

Beside him lay a white jade box, from which gradually emerged a white mist that condensed into the upper body of an elderly man with white hair from the empty mouth of the box.

The appearance of the old man was not too withered, but his eyes looked somewhat lost.

At that moment, crimson stripes spread across the man's waist, back, and chest, burning. He couldn't help but endure the pain, tightly closing his mouth to suppress the urge to scream.

"Oh my!" The old man sighed twice. "Yuanhui, oh...Yuanhui, in the end, you still need me, a non-immortal, to help you."

Speaking, the old man had already sensed the timing, and with a sudden retreat of his hands, he rapidly transformed into eight dazzling golden runes.

A palm struck down from the crown of Yuanhui's head, and the eight runes disappeared in succession into his body.

The old man withdrew his hands and spiritual energy, and the sweat beads the size of beans suddenly appeared on Yuanhui's forehead, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes slowly faded.

"Mmm, feels great!" His body, which had been swelling and cracking, completely healed, and the spiritual energy level began to exhibit a star-like phenomenon, not breaking through the saint level but rather compressing the aura, downgrading to the early stage of the initial stone level.

Excited to have reached the initial stone level, he discovered that his family's white hair finally turned into shiny black strands as he entered this new level.

Inexperienced with such powerful strength, he remained unguarded, and the exposed aura on his back suddenly surged out.

At that moment, a voice resonated from outside the tavern.

"Hehehe, not bad at all, then..."

The old man's voice abruptly stopped, followed by urgent waves of spiritual energy encompassing Yuanhui in the room without his awareness.

To Lunar Dragon himself, it seemed that this old man was quite interested in him.

"Can you withstand this move from an old man?"

"Who's there?!"

A pair of fingers, brimming with pure spiritual energy and devoid of impurities, had somehow entered the room and pointed at the back of Yuanhui's neck, prompting him to swiftly counter with a series of Dragon Return Punches.

"Boom!"

The contact of fingers and fists caused fierce spiritual energy to sweep through the entire cave like a storm, even surprising the Immortal on the roof, who almost lost balance and was blown away by the energy.

"Haha, truly a genius to comprehend spiritual energy and step into the initial stone level, I didn't expect that even low-level martial arts of the initial stone realm could cultivate techniques equivalent to the reverse realm!" the old man praised while clapping.

He was quite short in stature, almost the size of a six-year-old child. Despite his appearance, his facial wrinkles and dense white beard constantly reminded Yuanhui of his actual age.

Seemingly a bit confused, the simple-clothed old man hesitated for a moment before correcting himself: "I mean, it should be considered the peak martial arts of the quasi-reverse realm!"

Although hunched over, the old man was agile once he moved; he took one step and was already in front of Lunar Dragon, inviting him with a gentle tone, "You may possess exceptional talent, but the path of cultivation ahead is not a straightforward journey. You can come to the Western Zhou Territory to temper yourself!"

"The Western Zhou Territory? Never heard of it."

Facing the old man's suggestion, Yuanhui brushed it off and then set off to search for his teacher's figure.

"Master...!"

"Eh? You're too impatient, I haven't agreed to take you as..."

"Where are you? I've been looking everywhere for you."

"...!"

Seeing his silly apprentice flipping tables in front of the old man, the Immortal furiously said, "Would the master hide in a stone crevice like a mouse!"

Of course, Lunar Dragon had heard every word the old man had said.

But...

"Impressive, after so many years, to think a disciple guarding the Eishui Gate could climb to the position of the Fourth Pavilion Master, it's truly unimaginable!"

"Who's there?"

The old man, who was immediately recognized, became vigilant, stepping back with a posture ready to escape at any moment.

The old man on the rafters sneered and asked, "So everyone is here, let's stay for now."

"Haha, in the entire continent, the ones who can accommodate me are probably still rolling in their mothers' wombs!"

The old man chuckled arrogantly for a moment. From his account just now, is this really the rhythm for a fight?

At this moment, the old man jumped down from the rooftop and started talking with this person.

"Long time no see, Han Junyan, you've aged a lot over the years..."

The sudden appearance of the teacher must have recognized the identity of the old man, which led to the old man being surprised and asking, "Oh, you... You are... Uncle Wuxian?!"

"Well, that's good news, but can we accommodate one person before this young generation can handle things on their own? Eswater Main Gate's Han Junyan... Sorry, should I call you Lord Han now?"

Han Junyan!!!

When the teacher mentioned this name, Yuanhui couldn't help but be shocked in his heart. Is this the same Han Junyan who was recently elected as the current Shadowless Pavilion's Lord by the Eight Small Sects?

"Hehe, it may be helpful for this young brother in our Western Realm to make a breakthrough before he can take charge!"

Wuxian felt that what he said made sense. The absolute fairness in the Balancer Realm made many exceptionally talented individuals waste their efforts within it. Moreover, growing too fast might not always be a good thing.

So, he agreed by nodding.

If he had guided this person decades ago, wouldn't the teacher be...?

Looking at each other, there was a familiar feeling between the two. Plus, the fact that Han Junyan had just called Uncle Wuxian?

He had anticipated it. His teacher was indeed an even older old monster. "Uncle Xie, for your past guidance to this person, please tell me, who is this person? I'll guarantee his safety with my life."

"Alright, great! With your answer, I can rest assured." Wuxian smiled slightly and looked towards Yuandong, enunciating three words: "Wu! Tong! Er!"

The surname made the elderly Han Junyan's face suddenly change drastically, and his language became extreme. "I don't understand, why are you protecting those dogs from the Godrealm..."

"Don't get excited first, you must protect this person well, don't let the Holy God Emperor or the Star Emperor Kingdom's people take him away."

From Wuxian's words, it seemed that this person not only did not collude with the Holy God government, but rather detested it!

Han Lord readily agreed to Wuxian's request, saying, "Well, then I'll handle this matter."

Before leaving, Han Junyan specifically instructed Yuandong to take the person to the Western Region and handed him a rectangular wooden plaque.

"She is the daughter of the Holy God Emperor, I can't openly shelter her under my wing."

"Yes, what does the senior mean?"

Yuelong was somewhat puzzled, feeling confused about Han Lord's words.

If we put it simply...

It's really forcing it too much, if the Holy God Emperor finds out, he will surely raise an army to attack the Western Region. Even if they can fight back, both sides will pay a heavy price.

"Sorry, this is the only solution I can think of."

Yuandong was afraid that the other party would change their mind, and his mindset shattered, causing cracks to appear in the rocky ground.

As a mere student, he naturally couldn't make decisions.

"Ah... by the way, why are you here? As far as I know, you have been promoted to a new Lord and should have taken office immediately, right?"

Wuxian brought up a question that had been lurking in his heart, and Han Junyan's face immediately fell.

He confided in Wuxian, "I won't hide it from you, Master. I am currently being hunted down by someone. If not for my quick wits, I'm afraid...sigh!"