Suddenly, a black-robed old man appeared out of thin air before the two of them.
The old man had a kind face, but his eyes were filled with the weight of countless years.
“Hehe, someone has actually come… Pure Yang Holy Body, born with an Immortal Bone. Not bad, not bad.”
He gently stroked his beard while looking at Mo Yu and sighed softly, but soon a trace of regret appeared on his face.
“What a pity. The Immortal Bone was dug out…”
“Tragic, truly tragic!”
Mo Yu was startled inwardly, yet his expression remained calm.
“Senior truly has discerning eyes to recognize talent at a glance. You saw through my condition in a single look.”
Even his Tribulation Crossing Realm master Ye Ximei and the Mahayana Realm Holy Lord of the Heavenly Profound Holy Land had not been able to see that he once possessed an Immortal Bone.
This person was either a Mahayana Realm powerhouse extremely skilled in detection, or an immortal.
“This junior Mo Yu greets Senior. May I ask who Senior is, and what place this is?”
Mo Yu cupped his hands respectfully.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a chill from behind.
Turning his head, he saw Chu Yuli puffing up her cheeks, her eyes wide and round.
She looked exactly like an angry little kitten, irresistibly adorable.
Only then did Mo Yu remember.
Earlier, he had teased her using an alias.
“Interesting, little fellow. You’re not afraid of me?”
The old man’s voice pulled Mo Yu back to the present.
Mo Yu turned around again, his expression calm with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.
“Senior must be joking. What is there to fear? At worst, it is only death.”
This old man was merely a wisp of a remnant soul, and extremely weak.
At most, he possessed the strength of the Divine Transformation Realm.
With the Netherworld Ghost Flame and thunder techniques, he would be completely countered.
What was there to fear?
The old man froze for a moment before throwing his head back and laughing loudly.
“Interesting! Interesting! Boy, I like you more and more.”
“To be frank, this old man is Mo Yuan, the ancestor of the Mo Family.”
Ancestor of the Mo Family?
Mo Yu’s heart stirred, and he immediately opened his system panel.
[Name: Mo Yuan]
[Destiny: Purple]
[Profile: A former powerhouse trapped within the Mo Family ancestral land; destined to become the benefactor of wealth for the Child of Destiny Mo Yu.]
Benefactor of wealth?
Mo Yu’s eyes lit up as he asked excitedly, “Ancestor, what realm were you at your peak?”
Mo Yuan stroked his beard again. A trace of reminiscence flashed through his eyes, as if he had returned to the era when he commanded the winds and clouds.
“In my prime, I was an Eight-Tribulation Loose Immortal.”
His voice carried both loneliness and pride.
“An immortal!”
Chu Yuli gasped, covering her mouth with her small hand, her eyes filled with shock.
Although she had not yet fully learned all the cultivation realms, she still knew what an immortal was.
People cultivated precisely to become immortals.
And the senior before her had actually been one.
She immediately grew wary of Mo Yuan.
Immortals were far too dangerous.
Mo Yu, however, showed no concern and quickly asked, “Ancestor, do you have any immortal artifacts?”
Mo Yuan froze, thinking he had misheard.
After a while, he reacted, his beard almost bristling in anger.
“No!”
I just revealed my identity.
And the only thing you ask for is immortal artifacts.
Do you have any manners?
“Then do you have any spiritual treasures or immortal techniques?”
Mo Yu continued.
Mo Yuan’s deep eyes widened abruptly.
He could hardly believe what he was hearing.
“You brat, how are you greedier than this old man? Do you think these treasures grow like cabbages by the roadside? You just want them and they appear?”
Mo Yu looked somewhat regretful.
It was such a pity if there were none.
Mo Yuan caught every subtle change in Mo Yu’s expression and felt even more irritated.
He was about to scold him when Mo Yu cut in first.
“In that case, Senior might as well tell me what you do have and what you want me to do.”
Mo Yuan paused, swallowing the words that had reached his lips.
“Good boy! Not bad, not bad. I like you even more.”
His tone carried admiration.
“I indeed have something for you to do. There is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.”
“But do not worry. You are of Mo Family blood. This will only benefit you.”
He slowly turned his head and looked toward the golden sphere floating above the island at the center of the lake.
“Do you see that? That is the opportunity of this place.”
“I see it. Then what?”
Mo Yu followed Mo Yuan’s gaze.
At the center of the island, the golden sphere still floated quietly, emitting a gentle glow that gave off a sacred feeling.
“What you must do is simple. Gain her recognition, and you will obtain the opportunity of this place,” Mo Yuan said slowly. “At that time, I will be freed.”
“Freed?”
“Yes. I have been trapped here for far too long. So long that even I can no longer remember the passage of time. As long as she remains here, I can never truly die. I can only linger within this tiny space.”
Mo Yu nodded, understanding.
So he had become a gravekeeper.
He then fired off a series of questions.
“Who is she? Why is she here? Why must it be me? And why do you think I can succeed?”
The barrage of questions left Mo Yuan momentarily speechless.
He patiently explained, “I do not know who she is. What I can confirm is that she comes from the Upper Realm and is an extraordinary figure.”
“She has ties with our Mo Family. Only a descendant of the Mo Family has the chance to gain her recognition.”
“Although I cannot see the outside world, I still know some things.”
“And…”
Mo Yuan paused, his expression growing serious.
“I have calculated that in the future, the Heavenly Mystic Continent will face a great calamity. You will certainly need this opportunity.”
“A great calamity?” Mo Yu feigned confusion.
Mo Yuan nodded solemnly, his voice low.
“Within a thousand years, a disaster will sweep across the Heavenly Mystic Continent.”
He paused, as though choosing his words carefully.
“It could come in a hundred years at the earliest, or five hundred years at the latest. But it will inevitably arrive.”
“As for what exactly it is, I cannot discern.”
“I see.”
Mo Yu nodded lightly, his thoughts racing.
At that moment, he felt a gentle tug from behind.
It was Chu Yuli, clutching tightly at the corner of his robe.
He turned to meet her clear eyes.
No words were needed. He understood her thoughts.
She felt that something was wrong with Mo Yuan.
Although Mo Yu believed Chu Yuli held such suspicions toward everyone, this time, he agreed.
The Human Emperor Banner quietly flew out from the system space, shrinking to the size of a willow leaf and lightly wrapping around Chu Yuli’s fingertip.
“Little girl, you dare doubt this old man?”
Mo Yuan did not notice Mo Yu’s small action, but he sensed Chu Yuli’s suspicion. A trace of anger entered his voice.
“I have never disdained to deceive anyone!”
Mo Yu gently patted the back of Chu Yuli’s hand and soothed her softly.
“Do not worry. He is the ancestor of the Mo Family. He will not lie to me.”
“That’s right, that’s right,” Mo Yuan hurriedly echoed.
Chu Yuli glanced at the Human Emperor Banner wrapped around her finger. After hesitating for a moment, she slowly loosened her grip.
After thinking for a moment, Mo Yu controlled his flying sword and headed toward the island.
The instant he landed, Yan Xi’s voice sounded in his mind.
“That Mo Yuan gives me a strange feeling. Be careful.”
“Understood, Sister Yan Xi.”
Mo Yu nodded slightly.
He had noticed it as well.
First, he had been found and raised; he was not truly of Mo Family blood.
Second, the timing of the great calamity did not align.
Qin Shou had lived for more than five hundred years.
Even if Mo Yuan had problems, he still had to check it out.
This was a tremendous opportunity.