Chapter 1694: Feather Transformation Sect

kid can be friends with Ji Ruimei, he might have some status...""Who cares about his identity! Beat him up first and then talk! This kid is just a congenital seventh-stage martial artist. I can tortur..."Elder Wu Chou, where did you hear about this version" Mu Qingran asked.

"In fact, this is the version that most cultivators on Dayanchen Star believe in today." Wuchou shook his head gently and sighed, "As for the version of Batian Shengzun stepping into the sky to become an immortal... only more people in the human domain believe it."

"Even if we put it in our own Honghe tribe territory, or even the current Nanjiang territory… most people actually believe that the Overlord Saint Venerable was struck down by heaven and his form and spirit were completely obliterated."

"How could this be...What the Supreme Elder said..." A look of confusion and shock painted across Mu Qingran's stunning visage.

"This version is more believable because the sudden disappearance of the Heavenly Venerable back then was too abrupt," Wu Chou said. "If he truly ascended to immortality, there wouldn't be any movement, he couldn't just vanish like that."

And as I said before, after the departure of the Heavenly Dominator Saint, twelve successive Sect Masters and core elders of the Yu Hua Gate were killed by those hostile sects.

"If the Heaven-Dominating Saint Venerable left by stepping into the heavens, how could he not have left behind some means or powerful artifacts to protect his own sect that he had founded"

Saying that, Wu Chou took a deep breath and said, "Therefore, the decline of the Yu Hua Sect is, conversely, further proof that the Overlord Saint Venerable was slain by the Supreme Ruler rather than ascended to immortality."

"If that's the case, then why would the Grand Elder tell me..." Mu Qingran still didn't understand.

"The Overlord Saint Venerable could be said to be the last glory of the human race," Wuchou said in a heavy voice, "After the most glorious era, the human race has been on a downward slope until the appearance of the Overlord Saint Venerable."

His series of earth-shattering feats, caused the human race to shine once more. However, the sudden disappearance of the Overlord Saint Venerable, reverted humanity back to its former state.

"Until today, no one among the human race possesses the qualifications of a Saint like the Overlord, Heaven-Conquering Sage, to suppress the monstrous evils of the era..."

Wu Chou shook his head again, didn't continue, and looked at Mu Qingran, saying: "Whether the Overlord Saint Venerable has ascended to immortality or been exterminated... No one knows for sure."

"As for which version to believe, that is each person's choice."

"Elder Luntian chose to believe that Overlord Heavenly Venerable ascended into the heavens, Holy Maiden... what about you"

Mù Qīngrán pondered for a moment, then firmly replied: "I also believe that Bātīng Shèngzūn has become a true immortal… With his monstrous talent, how could he possibly be exterminated"

Worry-free looked at Fang Yu.

Fang Yu didn't want to make a choice, instead he asked: "What happened to the consecutive twelve masters of Yuhua Gate who were killed..."

"...After clearing out twelve successive sect leaders and core elders, the Yu Hua Sect was nearly on the verge of closing its doors." Wu Chou said, "All the previous elites were dead, and many disciples left to save their lives. They couldn't recruit new disciples either..."

But I heard that among the remaining disciples of Yuhuamen, there are still some who are fearless and have taken over the position of headmaster...

After that, it developed all the way to today... Of course, the Yuhuamen had long been cut off from the hope of rising again, only barely surviving, dying a slow death. Today's Yuhuamen is probably not even as good as a newly established small sect.

Fang Yu stopped talking, just staring ahead.

He has a basic understanding of the situation regarding Yuhua Men and Lin Batten.

As for the other information, you'll have to wait until you reach the Yuhua Gate to inquire about it.

Wu Chou could feel Fang Yu's emotional shift and remained silent.

"Master Fang, what is the connection between you and the Yu Hua Gate" Wu Chou wondered.

……

The journey continues, time marches on.

As evening approached, Fang Yu and his two companions finally arrived at the easternmost part of Nanjiang's border, the Green Sea.

This sea area is called the Green Sea because the seawater appears emerald green.

This is not a reflection of light, but the actual color of the sea, which is emerald green.

After entering the green sea and flying for another fifteen minutes, you would see a lone island in the middle of the ocean.

This island is neither too big nor too small, covering thousands of acres.

Fang Yu and his two companions fell from the sky, landing right in front of the island.

Before you stands an upright stone tablet, on which three large characters are inscribed.

School of Feather Transformation

Looking from the main gate inward, one could only see desolation.

The dilapidated ancient hall, the abandoned training ground, and the overgrown paths... even the three characters "Yuhua Men" on the stone tablet at the entrance seemed very blurry.

The gate had no guarding disciples, so Fang Yu and the other two walked straight in.

Following the path ahead, I still didn't see any figures. There was only desolation around me.

Looking at the current scene, it's hard to imagine that this was once a top-tier sect that suppressed all other sects in the world.

Fang Yu walked at a leisurely pace along the path overgrown with weeds, slowly venturing deeper into the wilderness.

After passing through a narrow path between two hills, the scene before them changed somewhat.

Still desolate, but the buildings are more secretive.

Treasure Pavilion, secluded chamber, council hall... It has all the necessary buildings, but they are dilapidated and deserted.

But looking far into the distance, at the very back, there is another mountain rising up.

The back mountain's flank had sunk inwards significantly, and in the depression, stood two statues worn smooth by time.

At a glance, Fang Yu recognized the identities of these two statues.

It is his and Lin Batian's own statues.

Previously, at the bottom of Earth's Kunlun Mountain, there were similar statues, but these two from the Yuhuamen sect were simply much larger.

"Who are you"

Just then, a figure came from the side.

Fang Yu turned his head and saw, two hundred meters ahead to his left, a gaunt male cultivator in gray robes standing before a thatched hut.

The male monk eyed Fang Yu and his companions warily, taking them in.

"Are you a disciple of the Yuhuamen" Fang Yu asked immediately.

"Yes, who are you" The male monk's eyes grew even more wary, his brows furrowing as he asked.

"We mean no harm," Wu Chou said. "We are here... to inquire about some things."

"Asking for news Our Yu Hua Men doesn't have any information. Please leave." The male cultivator replied with a stern face.

"Our appearance was indeed a bit abrupt, so let me introduce myself first," Fang Yu looked at the male cultivator and said, "My name is Fang Yu, and I come from Earth in a lower dimension."

"Fang Yu..." The male cultivator's eyes flickered, as if he had heard the name before, but couldn't quite recall it.

Therefore, he still shook his head and said, "I don't know you, please leave now. There's nothing here."

"Ahem..."

Just then, a cough came from the hut behind the male monk.

"Let him... come in." A voice, aged and weary, spoke.

"Master, they..." The male cultivator's face changed, wanting to speak.

"Let him in." The voice spoke again.

The monk no longer spoke, and looked at Fang Yu and the others.

"Come here," the male monk said.

Fang Yu and the other two arrived at the small grass house.

Before even stepping inside, one can smell the various herbal scents wafting from the thatched hut.

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