CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: A DROP OF DIVINE POWER, CLEARING THE MERIDIANS

Ye Yun turned to take another look.

The old man appeared to be around eighty years old; his face was pale and dull, his body withered. He had no cultivation base; he was just an ordinary old man.

The old man’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected a young man in white to be standing in the gloomy shadows of the ancestral hall.

He was suddenly taken aback.

Is it my old eyes playing tricks on me?

The gray-robed old man suddenly rubbed his eyes and laughed bitterly in self-deprecation.

After rubbing his eyes, he took a closer look, only to find that the young man in white still stood not far away.

At this moment, his vision became sharp.

The young man in white possessed an extraordinary temperament. Standing there like an Immortal, he seemed to make the entire ancestral hall glow with light.

In that instant, the old man felt as if he had seen a God.

"May I ask who sir is?"

Although the gray-robed old man had no cultivation base, he was evidently experienced and quickly composed himself. He clasped his fists and asked tremblingly.

"I am an old acquaintance of Chang Yuchun."

Ye Yun spoke softly.

What? He had relations with their ancestor? And not just any ancestor, but the very first ancestor of their Chang Family’s ancestral hall!

The gray-robed old man struggled to conceal the tempest raging in his heart. He scrutinized the young man in white once more but was unable to perceive any connection between him and the Chang Family ancestral records.

"Too much time has passed, and many things have vanished into the mists of time. You need not trouble yourself with my origins..."

Ye Yun said with a light smile.

He looked at the gray-robed old man and asked softly, "What’s your relationship with Chang Feng, the Family Head of the Chang Family?"

"I am Chang Feng’s second uncle. I suffered a cultivation deviation, which blocked my meridians and rendered me a cripple!"

The gray-robed old man sighed.

Ye Yun remained silent, merely watching him.

The gray-robed old man shrugged and laughed self-deprecatingly. "With the Chang Family on the verge of annihilation, a cripple like me is useless. I might as well stay here in the ancestral hall, accompany our ancestors in my final moments, and then join them in the netherworld..."

Hearing the old man’s desolate words, Ye Yun sighed softly.

「A hundred thousand years ago.」

Under Chang Yuchun’s leadership, the Chang Family had been incredibly glorious.

Who would have expected that a hundred thousand years later, the Chang Family would have fallen to the point of facing annihilation?

Thinking this, Ye Yun gently raised a finger. A brilliant gleam shot from his fingertip and landed on the crown of the old man’s head.

The gray-robed old man only saw a sudden flash of light. Before he could react, a potent surge of energy had poured into the top of his head.

Then, the gray-robed old man’s eyes widened.

This unique energy, entering from the Baihui acupoint on his head, was like an invincible army, fiercely scouring the meridians that had been blocked for decades.

One by one, his meridians began to open. Gradually, he could once again sense the Spiritual Energy between heaven and earth.

In just a few breaths, that potent energy had completely unblocked all his meridians. It then descended into his Dantian, transforming into abundant Mana.

Instantly, his aura surged dramatically.

From the Qi Refining Realm to the Mysterious Pill Realm, then to the Origin Sea Realm, his cultivation soared, finally stopping at the Third Layer of the Shaping God Realm.

What...what on earth is going on?

The gray-robed old man was so shocked he was like a stone sculpture, unable to move.

The young man in white opposite him had merely pointed a finger. A ray of light shot into his body, and just like that, the meridians blocked for so many years due to his cultivation deviation were cleared.

In the end, that energy hadn’t dissipated. It then settled into his Dantian, transforming into vast Mana, not only restoring his cultivation to the Shaping God Realm but even advancing him from the Shaping God Realm First Level to the Third Layer.

The gray-robed old man fell to his knees with a THUD and kowtowed repeatedly to Ye Yun.

"Chang Qingsong was blind and failed to recognize Senior! Please forgive my disrespect!"

Chang Qingsong kowtowed forcefully, his head striking the ground with resounding THUDS.

Although the young man in white had said he was an old acquaintance of his ancestor, he hadn’t taken it seriously.

Given that his ancestor, Chang Yuchun, lived a hundred thousand years ago, how could anyone live so long?

But now, to his utter astonishment, this God-like young man in white had merely touched him, and his meridians, blocked due to his cultivation deviation, had instantly cleared! His cultivation base was even restored to the Shaping God Realm!

At this thought, Chang Qingsong was overwhelmed with shame and kowtowed continuously, expressing his profound remorse.

"Get up."

Ye Yun gave a quiet smile.

Chang Qingsong’s reaction was understandable. After all, individuals who could live for a hundred thousand years on the Cangnan Continent were exceedingly rare.

Therefore, it was only natural that Chang Qingsong hadn’t believed Ye Yun’s claim of being an old acquaintance of Ancestor Chang Yuchun. Ye Yun didn’t blame him.

For Ye Yun, curing the meridians Chang Qingsong had blocked due to cultivation deviation was a trivial matter.

A single drop of Divine Power entering Chang Qingsong’s body had resolved all his issues.

"Senior, your seniority is truly immense. I... I really don’t know how I should address you!"

Chang Qingsong still knelt on the ground, not daring to stand up.

"Just call me Senior."

Ye Yun gave a faint smile.

He couldn’t have Chang Qingsong call him Senior Ancestor, could he? That would sound too strange. It wouldn’t be a normal way to address someone.

A surge of Mana swept out from Ye Yun’s wide sleeve, lifting Chang Qingsong to his feet.

Ye Yun disliked such excessive ceremony. He always felt uncomfortable seeing people kneel before him.

Chang Qingsong stood respectfully before Ye Yun, his hands clasped tightly, at a loss for words.

"Disciples of My Dragon God Sect are outside dealing with the Shen Family members. You don’t need to go out. Stay here and tell me about your Chang Family."

Ye Yun said indifferently.

Hearing Ye Yun suddenly mention the Dragon God Sect, a flash of realization struck Chang Qingsong’s mind, and countless fragmented memories seemed to connect.

He stammered, "Senior, you... you’re that person from the Dragon God Sect...?"

"Yes."

Ye Yun nodded.

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Chang Qingsong’s old face flushed with excitement.

He had never imagined that the senior before him was the youngest Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect from a hundred thousand years ago—an Eternal Sect! The very same legendary figure who was hailed as the Cangnan Continent’s foremost expert, with the potential to reach the True God Realm!

His own Ancestor Chang Yuchun had left behind family records detailing some anecdotes involving this very Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect.

"Senior, I... I’m too excited..."

Chang Qingsong was at a loss, his blood boiled, and he found it impossible to control his surging emotions.

A hundred thousand years ago, this senior had been unmatched across the entire Cangnan Continent.

Little did he know... He is still alive today.

Chang Qingsong could scarcely fathom the heaven-defying level of cultivation this senior before him must have attained by now.

Ye Yun remained silent, not speaking a word.

It took a considerable while for Chang Qingsong’s emotions to settle. He then began to recount matters concerning his ancestor, Chang Yuchun.

Regarding his ancestor Chang Yuchun, too much time had passed, and Chang Qingsong knew little. Thus, he finished his account in less time than it takes to smoke half a pipe of tobacco.

Ye Yun sighed, his gaze returning to the dark red Spirit Plaque.

His good friend, in the end, had failed to break through to the Eternal Mirror. He had been stuck at the Life and Death Realm.

A thought flickered in Ye Yun’s mind, and he suddenly looked into the distance.

「Over the Shen Family’s estate in Xuan Yang County.」

An old man in a black robe abruptly descended.

On the back of this old man’s black robe was embroidered a large, red character for ’Control,’ and beneath it, a smaller character for ’Demonic.’

This old man’s cultivation base had reached the Fourth Layer of the Divine Bridge Realm.

The moment he appeared, everyone in the Shen Family felt the immense pressure of the Divine Bridge Realm. Their expressions changed drastically, and they found it difficult to breathe.