CHAPTER 534: 432 ZHANGG HEART LAMP_2

Wang Yan’s current strength is enough to sweep through the Nine Heavens, suppressing All Immortal Venerables.

In the Chongming Realm, she felt no pressure at all. Staying any longer would simply be a waste of time.

A thousand years ago, when Wang Yan’s cultivation showed initial signs of stagnation, Chen Jichuan wanted her to leave and head to the Upper Realm in search of opportunities for a breakthrough.

But firstly, at that time, a few of Wang Yan’s Divine Skills were still lacking.

Secondly, he held onto hope, wishing that Wang Yan could successfully ascend to the Fifth-order directly within the Chongming Realm.

Thirdly, Wang Yan was reluctant to part, and Chen Jichuan’s heart softened.

Thus, she stayed several thousand more years, but now the time had come for her to leave.

...

Wang Yan was not unaware of the implications. Seeing Chen Jichuan’s resolute attitude this time, coupled with her own uncertainty about achieving a Fifth-order breakthrough within forty thousand years, she simply muttered under her breath before falling silent.

She sulked quietly.

She wasn’t angry at Chen Jichuan, nor herself—she simply felt inexplicably upset.

"If two hearts are long entwined, does it truly matter if day and night they part?"

Seeing her demeanor, Chen Jichuan laughed instead, taking Wang Yan’s hand as they wandered Fierce Bird Mountain. Looking at the flora and fauna of the mountain, he said to Wang Yan, "After you reach the Upper Realm, cultivate diligently and make your breakthrough as soon as possible. That way, there will be enough time for us to reunite again, and I can stay by your side forever."

Holding Wang Yan’s hand tightly, Chen Jichuan spoke of reunion in the days to come, though his heart lacked certainty.

Life and death stretched endlessly.

The heavens were chaotic.

No one could predict whether Wang Yan would manage to make her breakthrough upon ascending. And even if she succeeded by sheer luck, where would the two of them be at that time? Chen Jichuan couldn’t guarantee that his next or next-next Dao Fruit World would allow him to meet Wang Yan once again.

Yet he knew this much:

If Wang Yan didn’t leave, the most they could hope for was to spend one lifetime together. Only by venturing into a broader expanse could they create a chance for lasting companionship.

This separation was for a better reunion in the future.

Chen Jichuan held Wang Yan’s hand firmly and opened his other palm before them. Upon it, a small lamp flickered: "This is the ’Heart Lamp.’ Keep it safe, and in the future, no matter where I am, as long as I cultivate another ’Heart Lamp,’ I can use it to sense your location. Even across mountains and rivers, I will find you."

Heart Lamp.

This was a unique Divine Skill Chen Jichuan had painstakingly developed to ensure he could locate Wang Yan in the future.

Its sole function was positioning—executed to perfection.

If Chen Jichuan couldn’t ascend, so be it. Once his cultivation reached maturity and he no longer feared the heavens’ sensing, he could venture into the void beyond realms to seek Wang Yan.

"Heart Lamp."

Wang Yan accepted the flickering light, feeling the flame’s throbbing, as though it merged with the rhythm of her heartbeat.

She placed the flame near her heart’s door, warmth surging through her chest.

In this lamp flame, she could feel Chen Jichuan’s love for her.

Reluctance.

Longing.

Worry.

Hope.

A mix of emotions swirled together. Wang Yan turned and gently embraced Chen Jichuan.

"We will meet again."

"Very soon."

Chen Jichuan rested his chin lightly on her hair.

Suddenly.

The complexity in his eyes transformed into sudden joy.

"A breakthrough?"

Wang Yan’s aura subtly shifted—at the very moment of their impending separation, she unknowingly achieved a breakthrough in the third realm of the Seven Emotions, advancing through the ’Sorrowful Realm.’

Wang Yan’s cultivation made a leap forward, and the Fifth-order was now within reach.

...

Immortal Gate Realm.

Forty thousand years passed in a blink.

From the time of the ’Virtual Arena’ battle, thirty-seven thousand years had gone by.

In the Immortal Gate Realm, a legendary figure’s lifespan was typically a thousand years, thus ushering in a new era every millennium.

Eras came and went.

One legendary figure after another arose and faded, yet even now, the title of the ’Tyrant’ remained as resounding as ever.

Everyone knew that on a continent south of the East Continent, there was a place called the ’Summoning Cottage.’ This faction contained only two Immortals, yet held an unparalleled influence on the Divine Throne Continent.

Every Great Mage or Legendary Mage heading out on adventures was warned beforehand: Never step foot in ’Valgrion,’ and do not provoke the ’Summoning Cottage.’

For there lurked a being who instilled terror even in Immortals—the ’Tyrant.’

’Tyrant’ rarely made an appearance.

Since his emergence, he had acted only twice.

Once in the battle outside the Star Cluster Graveyard forty thousand years ago.

The second time was the ’Virtual Arena’ battle.

One battle slaughtered legends and felled Immortals.

One battle annihilated millions of soldiers.

From then on, the ’Tyrant’ forged an unmatchable reputation. Even though he hadn’t acted for over thirty thousand years, the fear planted in the hearts of mortals and Immortals alike, coupled with the enduring legend, remained undiminished.

Nobody knew whether the ’Tyrant’s’ next move would be even more terrifying. Even fewer dared to hope the ’Tyrant’ never attacked again.

But time churned forward.

The heavens often betrayed the wishes of mankind.

After thirty thousand years, the ’Tyrant’ appeared before the people once more.

...

Gobada Islands.

’Dawn Era’ Headquarters.

The Star Shining King merged his form with the void, deeply meditating. Even Immortals required daily cultivation and magical study, yearning for further advancement.

In recent years, thanks to being provoked by the ’Tyrant,’ the Immortals of the Divine Throne Continent had launched a fervent cultivation frenzy.

Among them, the Star Shining King—having suffered twice at the hands of the ’Tyrant’—trained obsessively to climb higher.

On this day, the Star Shining King, as usual, was immersed in cultivation.

Suddenly.

In his perception, a brilliant sun appeared outside the Gobada Islands.

This was the aura of an Immortal.

An unhidden Immortal aura.

"An Immortal arrival?"

"This aura..."

The Star Shining King ceased his meditation, searching his memories for information about the aura’s owner. In the next instant, his face turned pale: "Beirut?!"

He recognized it.

This aura belonged to none other than Beirut—the ’Tyrant’s’ disciple, who had commanded ’Summoning Cottage’ for tens of thousands of years, and whom other Immortals regarded as the ’Tyrant’s’ proxy—a newly risen Immortal.