1297: Chapter 382: True Nature of Time Travel_2 1297: Chapter 382: True Nature of Time Travel_2 Su He was momentarily stunned, gazing at Xuanting Mountain, where the islands hanging in the air scattered their radiance wave by wave, as if eagerly welcoming someone’s arrival.
Speaking of which, he had not truly met the three Senior Brothers.
Seventy-three million years ago, during the ceremony, it was Ji Feixue who took his place to pray to heaven and earth, and afterward, when Thai Zu imprisoned the great sun, he hurriedly returned.
Indeed, it had been somewhat impolite.
Su He nodded: “I should meet with my eldest Senior Brother first!”
The Ascending Immortal Drum immediately beamed with joy: “Then I’ll go notify Little Peaceful Child!
Xuanzhen is not around, and it’s him who handles the matters of Guiwang Mountain.”
In the eyes of the Ascending Immortal Drum, the formidable Prince Jing became Little Peaceful Child.
Su He shook his head: “No need for that, who makes such a fuss when returning home?”
The Ascending Immortal Drum paused momentarily, then became even more joyful.
He liked this way of phrasing it from Mr.
Su!
Yes, going home!
Looking up, he already saw Su He heading straight toward Xuanting Mountain, not flying but walking up the mountain step by step.
The Forty-Nine Floating Islands became increasingly joyful, even producing light whistling sounds while spinning.
As Su He stepped onto Xuanting Mountain, he paused, letting out a soft exclamation.
This feeling…
It was like entering a grand world within the Origin Space!
The Origin is the reality of a realm; this mountain seemed like it was purely condensed from the Origin.
Su He wondered, his form transforming into that of the White Tiger.
Each beast form has different likes and dislikes, as well as different specialties, like Xuanwu Return to Water.
The White Tiger had a stronger sense in the mountain.
Perhaps this was the origin of the name Mountain Lord?
In human form, one condenses powers from different forms, but this inherent sense is influenced by each form and is not as pure as in beast form.
The steps of the White Tiger, stable yet light, walking on Xuanting Mountain, indeed felt different.
Each step was like walking in the Origin Space.
No Tao Seals were left behind, but a subtle connection was formed with this space—not just with Xuanting Mountain, but with the entire space!
This place is unnamed, unknown to outsiders, directly referred to as Guiwang Mountain.
In fact, it was opened by the Taoist Ancestor, originally the place of imparting teachings to disciples.
Perhaps it could be called Taoist Founder’s Space, or Genesis Land?
As Su He ascended the mountain, it caused a resonance with the mountains and rivers, leaving a mark in this space.
A peculiar feeling arose, as if he was being scrutinized and recognized by Xuanting Mountain.
At Su He’s forehead, the mark personally transmitted by the Taoist Ancestor involuntarily manifested.
It seemed as though a switch had been activated; the moment the Daozi mark appeared, Su He’s mind buzzed, and the scene before his eyes drastically changed.
In a sea of clouds, mountains stood towering.
A middle-aged man stood at the peak with his hands behind his back, beside him an elder propped up an iron pot, bubbling away as he cooked a pot of fish.
It was his father-in-law and the Taoist Ancestor.
“Tian Chen~” The Taoist Ancestor, acting like a thief, poked at the fish in the pot and then delightedly sucked his fingers.
“In the future, you’ll have a junior brother, did you know?”
The father-in-law turned around, his expression gentle but his natural commanding presence inevitably overwhelming.
“If the junior brother wishes, he may join the Heavenly Court.
If he desires a career in bureaucracy, I grant him a smooth ascent.
If he dislikes the bureaucracy, I grant him the title of prince!”
The Taoist Ancestor shook his head: “No need, no need!
By the time he arrives, I’ll have entered extinction.
Can you manage his inheritance on his behalf?”
Ji Tianchen was impassive: “As the eldest brother is as a father, it’s only natural for me to do so.”
The Taoist Ancestor laughed heartily: “This mountain is too heavy.
You, being the eldest, handle one-fourth, and the others each bear one-third.
If he becomes capable one day, he will come to claim it himself.”
The scene shattered and dissipated at this point.
Su He, unknowingly, had already reached the summit, right outside the great hall.
As the scene shattered, a surprising landscape appeared before Su He.
The Forty-Nine Floating Islands appeared like a huge Big Array desperately bearing a mass of Mystery Yellow Qi.
Clearly gaseous, it nearly suffocated the forty-nine floating islands.
Seeing the Mystery Yellow Qi, Su He instinctively knew, that was his mountain!
Summoning back the Mystery Yellow Qi, transforming it into mountain ranges, could elevate his own mountain!
Su He was momentarily speechless.
Had what he just seen truly happened?
In other words, did the Taoist Ancestor know ahead of time that he would strike the Ascending Immortal Drum?
Did he know he still had one more disciple?
Remembering seventy-three million years ago, the Netherworld King asked him whether to cultivate on Zhenyou Mountain, or to elevate his own mountain?
Elevating his mountain, while enjoying the direct teachings of the Taoist Ancestor, also meant bearing the responsibilities those teachings entailed.
Indeed, the responsibilities had been there all along, but had the three Senior Brothers and Sisters been bearing them for him?
Su He suddenly felt profoundly moved, then immediately realized something.
Wait!
He hadn’t even formally become a disciple yet; those responsibilities weren’t originally his!
But the Taoist Ancestor had long known about his existence, had prepared the Mystery Yellow Qi for him early on, hence the responsibility, hence the need for the three Senior Brothers and Sisters to bear it…
Calculating like this, it all became a tangled mess, hard to distinguish clearly!
Nonetheless, Su He could sense that he could summon the Mysterious Yellow Qi from the floating island with a wave of his hand.
Seventy-three million years ago, not having ascended Xuanting Mountain, he did not see the Mystery Yellow Qi.
Was it because his Tao Cultivation was not sufficient at the time and couldn’t bear it, or was it the wrong timing?
Su He turned his head to look at Zhenyou Mountain and Guiwang Mountain; both mountains were veiled in mist, one with a Tai Chi Diagram spinning, the other wrapped in Yellow Springs, neither showing the Mystery Yellow Qi nor offering a clear reason why.
Perhaps he also needed to climb the mountains!
Su He took a deep breath, transformed back into his human form, and deeply bowed before the great hall of Xuanting Mountain: “Junior Brother Su He, I return today to pay my respects to my eldest Senior Brother!”
His words, like a key starting an engine, caused the great hall to thunder open, and a scroll floated out from within.
With a white background and yellow edges, the center depicted a scholarly person reading, elegant yet possessing a hint of tyranny, his appearance indeed majestic!