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Chapter Three Hundred Fifty-Four Who is it?
Standing in the void, Sun Zhe stared blankly at the scene below, his eyes filled with astonishment. Although he had imagined what the underground might look like, he had never expected it to be such a world beneath the earth.
Unlike the outside world, this underground space was bright and expansive, revealing a vast land stretching for miles. There were mountains and rivers, grass and flowers, and the sounds of insects and birds filled the air. Butterflies danced and cranes soared, creating a scene that resembled a completely real world. Even Sun Zhe could not detect any hint of illusion.
"Welcome, traveler. Since you are here, why not join me for a drink?"
A powerful voice echoed from afar, its tone resonating throughout the void and reaching Sun Zhe's ears. The voice carried an air of supreme authority, like that of a king surveying his subjects.
Turning his gaze towards the source of the voice, Sun Zhe noticed a pavilion perched atop a high mountain, painted in red and purple wood, with Stone Table stone benches. Seated on one of those benches was a middle-aged man dressed in a Purple Robe. It was clear that the words just spoken came from this man.
Sun Zhe understood that this middle-aged man was not old in age; however, he bore no signs of aging. He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, sitting with an air of calmness. His square face was framed by thick eyebrows, and he wore a flowing purple robe. His long black hair cascaded down his back, exuding an indescribable aura. His Jet Black Eyes seemed as deep as the distant sky, making it impossible to fathom his depth or discern anything from them.
"What's wrong? You dare to take on the Nine Demon Cauldrons but fear me?"
Noticing that Sun Zhe remained motionless for a while, the middle-aged man set down his wine cup and turned to look at Sun Zhe, smiling lightly as he spoke.
"Hehe, senior is being polite. I am Zisun Zhe. May I ask how to address you?"
Sun Zhe's gaze flickered slightly as he clasped his hands in greeting towards the middle-aged man. Although this man did not display any overt power, Sun Zhe could faintly sense an extremely dangerous aura emanating from him—one that surpassed all the strong individuals he had encountered under Pangu Ancestor, including all six Demon Emperors from the demon realm.
"Who am I... It seems that no one has asked me this question for a very long time. If you don't mind, why don't we sit down for a drink and chat? I can sense the aura of the Nine Continents Bloodline flowing within you. It has been ages since I have seen someone of my kind—was it a hundred years? A thousand years? It feels like an eternity..."
As he spoke, a deep sense of nostalgia welled up in the middle-aged man's eyes, as if recalling some past events. An indescribable aura of Vicissitudes surrounded him.
"Of my kind..."
Sun Zhe's body trembled slightly. Without further hesitation, he stepped forward into the void and instantly vanished from his original spot. When he reappeared, he found himself seated on the stone bench of the pavilion directly across from the middle-aged Purple-Robed Man.
"Senior, I raise a glass to you!"
Sun Zhe smiled as he took out a jar of wine from the Storage Space. This wine was high-quality, originally sourced by Nie Yuan and Jingjing, two notorious drinkers, and was confiscated to limit Jingjing's excessive drinking. Unexpectedly, it was now useful.
As he removed the clay seal from the jar, a rich aroma of wine immediately filled the air.
"Good wine!"
Upon smelling the strong fragrance, even the Purple-Robed Middle-Aged Man's eyes lit up. It wasn't that he didn't have good wine; it was just that over the years, he had mostly consumed all of it. The remaining bottles were mostly mediocre, saved for occasional enjoyment. He hadn't expected Sun Zhe to still possess such fine wine.
Hearing the middle-aged man's praise, Sun Zhe smiled slightly and said nothing as he gently tilted the jar and filled two cups simultaneously.
The middle-aged man was not polite; without hesitation, he raised his cup and drank it all in one go. He then closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the taste of the fine wine. Sun Zhe continued to watch him with a smile, confident that the wine would not disappoint.
"Good wine, truly tastes like home. How is Nine Continents... now?"
After a while, the Purple-Robed Man gently set down his cup and turned his gaze to Sun Zhe, slowly asking with a hint of heaviness in his tone.
Upon hearing this question, Sun Zhe did not answer immediately. The smile on his face gradually faded as he turned his head to look at the distant void, watching the floating white clouds and freely flying cranes. His Jet Black Eyes slightly closed for a moment before slowly opening again. He sighed softly and spoke slowly,
"Nine Continents... is not good!"
With a snap of his fingers, the cup in his hand suddenly shattered—not into pieces but directly into a pile of dust invisible to the naked eye. A gentle breeze blew, and it vanished without a trace.
"Tell me, how exactly is Nine Continents not good now?"
The resonant words flowed from the mouth of the middle-aged man, and as soon as he finished speaking, an overwhelming pressure emanated from his body.
"This all began over four hundred years ago, when I was just a Cultivator..."
As if reminiscing, Sun Zhe slowly recounted what he knew about the Nine Continents. Although he understood that this middle-aged man was an incredibly powerful figure, Sun Zhe never sensed any hostility from him; in fact, there was an inexplicable feeling of closeness. Sun Zhe had no secrets to hide from him.
Time passed slowly, and the sun gradually sank below the western mountains. The two sat there, one speaking and the other listening, like two stone statues. After an unknown amount of time, Sun Zhe finally finished, and the middle-aged man had also completed his listening.
There was nothing more to say; the middle-aged man simply let out a long sigh, one that seemed to carry the weight of countless years of wasted time. His dark eyes slowly closed, and from him, Sun Zhe could even see faint traces of Death Qi.
"Sun Zhe, promise me you will protect the Nine Continents! You must!"
After a while, the middle-aged man finally opened his eyes again, his dark gaze fixed intently on Sun Zhe. He spoke each word with great seriousness.
"No, it's not just me; it's us. We will protect the Nine Continents World together!" Sun Zhe smiled slightly and replied. What the Nine Continents lacked was not just ordinary strong beings but rather those top-tier Super Strong Beings, even the supreme Ancient God Strongman.
"No, you are wrong; I cannot..."
To Sun Zhe's surprise, the middle-aged man slowly shook his head and sat down weakly.
"Why?" Sun Zhe frowned and asked in confusion.
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man looked up at Sun Zhe again and began to speak slowly. "You asked me who I am? Let me tell you now..."
"Everyone knows that the Supreme War Ancestor of the War Clan once entered the Demon Realm and stirred up a storm, saving countless lives in the Nine Continents Mainland. But what they don't know is that there were actually two others who entered the Demon Realm alongside the War Ancestor, causing chaos in the demon world. I am one of those two people; the other is my second senior brother!"
"There are three masters in Daoism collectively known as the Three Pure Ones. My senior brother is Taishang Laojun, my second senior brother is Primordial Lord, and I am the third member of Daoism, known as Tongjiao Master!"
Tongjiao Master!
Hearing this name, Sun Zhe couldn't help but tremble slightly. Although he had previously thought that this middle-aged man was a terrifyingly powerful figure and had considered that he was a well-known person in the Nine Continents World, he never expected that the person sitting across from him was actually one of the three great masters of Daoism.
Years ago, the essence of Pangu the Great split into three, transforming into three individuals, who became the three giants of Daoism. Each of these three was an extraordinary talent; even figures like Chiyou and Xing could not compare to them, as they were born strong. Even without cultivation, they could become unparalleled strongmen, characters that ordinary people could not match or dare to compare with!
"Back then, when the Demon Army suddenly invaded the Nine Continents, there was no time to react at all. In utter helplessness, my senior brother and I followed War Ancestor into the Demon Realm. We caused quite a stir in the Demon Realm, and only then did we manage to force the Demon Army back. However, with the retreat of the Demon Army, the Supreme War Ancestor of the War Clan was jointly killed by powerful beings from the demon realm, and my senior brother and I were also sealed by demon clan experts."
At this point, Tongjiao Master's eyes flickered slightly, and a look of incomprehensible lament appeared on his face. He never expected that despite their desperate efforts, they still could not change the fate of the Nine Continents World. According to Sun Zhe, it wouldn't be long before the demon army would once again knock on the gates of the Nine Continents, and even the forces of the Asura Clan would join them. By that time, the Nine Continents World would truly be in a dire situation!
"What about the Primordial Lord senior?"
Although Sun Zhe did not understand why the demon clan experts did not kill Tongjiao Master, but instead kept him sealed here, he figured there must be some hidden reason. He couldn't help but be curious about what happened to Tongjiao Master's senior brother. Logically speaking, Primordial Lord's strength should be above that of Tongjiao Master.
"He's dead; his Dao Soul was devoured by the Death Spirit Demon Ancestor…"
Gazing into the void, Tongjiao Master slowly stood up and spoke softly.
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