Another Cliché Cultivation Story

Chapter 109

The mysterious island made its arrival beside the Amber Soul Kingdom.

Hong Tian’s heart raced, her breath quickening as the feeling of familiarity grew stronger.

Quietly, she muttered, “Uncle? Is that you?”

From within the forest of the mysterious island, a massive, four-legged creature walked out, making its first appearance in who knows how long. It had the head of a wolf, the mane of a lion, the body of a cheetah, and a long, thick tail, similar to that of a crocodile. Above its eyes, an intricate black and white pattern gleamed.

At its emergence, every beast in the Mortal Desolate World, howled and prostrated themselves in its direction, as if greeting their emperor.

A heavy silence fell.

From the Graha’s camp, whispers and gasps broke out.

“I can’t believe it. There’s another Fey!”

“That’s not just any Fey— it’s another Noble Beasts.”

“Two Duality Hound? Holy shit— this is like finding Heavenly Merit in the wild. The Universal Will can’t allow this, right?”

“As long as they play by the rules and don’t unleash the full might of their Binate Genesis, the Universal Will won’t intervene.”

“But— still, holy shit! There are actually two Duality Hounds in the Lower World!”

Ignoring the commotion, the Duality Hound from the mysterious island fixed its gaze solely on Hong Tian.

“You have my brother’s scent on you,” it said warmly. “Looks like during my absence, that lucky bastard had another child.”

“A miracle, an absolute miracle,” It sighed.

Nearby, Fuhai tossed Di Wentian aside like trash before turning his full attention to the Duality Hound.

His eyes widened in recognition. “You’re Hong Hao! We thought death had caught up to you long ago. Who knew you were still alive? But… you’ve already achieved transcendence— you shouldn’t be allowed down here, the Universal Will wouldn’t allow it.”

“Wait,” Fuhai paused, narrowing his gaze. “You’re injured— so that’s why.”

Before Hong Hao was able to comment, the cave on the island shined with a brilliant light as the new runes within it completed its connection.

A doorway began to form, and it exuded a queer pleasantness.

It was truly one occurrence after the next, but this event particularly caused all of the Grahas and Nethers to freeze. Just like how Hong Tian felt a resonance with her kin, they too felt the same thing. It was exactly this feeling that they had been searching for, the entire reason for their descent onto the Mortal Desolate World.

“The predecessor’s legacy!” Someone exclaimed.

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It wasn’t only those present who sensed it, but the ones clashing at the Arcane Mountain felt it as well.

On a distant island, two translucent women of contrasting statures halted their conversation and turned their heads in unison.

“Yifan, was that what I think it is?” One of them, with a petite figure, asked the other.

The woman being addressed was naturally Linghun Yifan or formerly, Li Yifan— the Second Yin Pavillion Master of the Ardent Yin Sect. After she left the sect, she spent most of her time searching for the other Grahas that were left behind, to reunite them. Yet, strangely enough, even after she used her race’s secret method of communication, she failed to contact anyone. It was almost like all of them had simply vanished.

“It must be, Daiyu. It’s the legacy.” Linghun Yifan answered with a solemn tone. “It has finally appeared after so many years…”

A trace of sadness flickered in Linghun Daiyu’s eyes, “It’s been hard on you, sister.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Linghun Yifan shook her head. “ I actually could’ve left with the others after the battle centuries ago, but I chose to stay. I just couldn’t stand seeing Father’s obsession with this legacy.”

“But… sister, it’s important to us,” Linghun Daiyu said with some hesitance. Earlier, when she crossed blows with the Great Ancestor of the Arcane Mountain, her arrogance was up to the heavens, but now, facing her big sister, she was reserved as a mouse, an amusing contrast.

“I know, but…” Linghun Yifan sighed, struggling to articulate her thoughts. “While we are created in the Progenitor’s image, we are, ultimately, different from him. I don’t believe this legacy is something we’re meant to use. To waste so many Graha lives for it… it’s wrong. Aside from Primordial clans, the Graha, Celestials, and Fey struggle to give birth to more of our members, so we can’t treat them as disposable, like what Father is doing.”

“Yifan… I never knew…”

“Unfortunately, Father has made up his mind. There’s nothing more I can do to convince him otherwise.”

“It’ll be fine,” Linghun Daiyu reassured. “The legacy has finally emerged. Once we attain it, we can return and Father’s fixation will finally cool.”

“I hope so too. Yet, I fear obtaining this legacy won’t be so simple.”

Linghun Daiyu sneered, her arrogance returning. “This won’t be like before, sister. Our forces from the Upper World are here. Nobody can stop us this time— not even that old coot from the Arcane Mountain.”

Linghun Yifan wasn’t convinced, “I wonder…” she murmured, as the images of two people surfaced in her mind.

Why did the legacy appear now, and so suddenly? She pondered.

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Ardent Yin Sect.

The sculpted glacier was no longer as bustling as it was before and the dark night lacked the peaceful serenity it once held. The sect lay nearly empty, most disciples having already evacuated. Those who remained were still hastily making their way toward the Amber Soul Kingdom, leaving only a handful behind.

Of those numbers was Xiao Yueyin, solitarily watching over the sect. She had yet to leave despite having been urged to do so by her master, Zeng Shihao. But how could she leave, when her close friend, Guo Xinyi was still suffering in the Psuedo Rejection Field? There had been too many times when Xiao Yueyin wanted to persuade her to stop, but each time, she couldn’t go through with it. Even if Guo Xinyi forsakes this opportunity, what are they going to do? They were both still in the Life Destruction realm, the differences they could make in this war were negligible.

And even though Xiao Yueyin could fight those beyond her realm, she would remain a burden as long as she hadn’t broken through to the Holy realm. Of course, the main reason why didn’t want to leave was because of the man and woman sitting atop the Core Yin Pavilion. She was waiting— anxiously waiting for them to wake up. However, so much time had passed that she was fearful that they wouldn’t wake up in time to save the Mortal Desolate World.

On this day, Xiao Yueyin rose after a round of meditation. Troubled thoughts had hindered her attempt to break through to the Tenth Life Destruction yet again, and after a disappointed sigh, she made her way over to check on Guo Xinyi. Seeing that her condition remained the same, Xiao Yueyin proceeded to fly over to check on the couple. Midway, however, a blinding light flashed over the horizon, stopping her in her place.

“That’s coming from the Empress’s Kingdom. What’s happening now?” She wondered to herself, momentarily distracted by the sight.

Unbeknownst to her, as the distant radiance illuminated the sky, Ji Xian and Xia Lihua stirred from their slumber, as if they were awaiting this very moment. The instant their eyes opened, their gazes shone with a brilliance that rivaled the stars above.