PHS Chapter 211 (Patreon)

Chapter 211: This Person is Named Ling Xiao

The man was of average height, dressed in coarse linen, his hair tied up and held with a wooden hairpin. 

His features were simple and unadorned, the kind of face one would forget immediately after seeing—impossible to find in a crowd.

He was, in a word, ordinary to the extreme.

"Hmm?"

A soft sound rang out. 

At the edge of the Chaotic Star Sea, many experts were present, gazing into its depths. 

Some wanted to enter and explore its secrets. Others were waiting here, hoping to see the return of that Great Emperor.

An old Saint frowned and looked at the young man who had emerged from the Chaotic Star Sea, thoughtfulness flickering in his eyes. 

He murmured, "Whose child is this? How did he end up in the Chaotic Star Sea?"

The Chaotic Star Sea was a mysterious place, not a place of certain death, and it was famous in this world. 

A place of certain death was one where a single step meant doom. The Chaotic Star Sea was not like that; venturing a few dozen li in was not dangerous at all.

It was simply that one's divine sense would be suppressed, unable to extend beyond the body. It was precisely because of this—the uselessness of divine sense—that even a Great Emperor could get lost.

Because they had lost their navigation, and the Chaotic Star Sea was simply too vast, larger than the current world. 

To wander within it, who knew if they were heading out or deeper into its depths.

However, if one went only a few dozen li before turning back, they generally wouldn't encounter any danger.

Clearly, this old Saint regarded the young man before him as such a person. Go in for a stroll, come out, and then boast to those who didn't know better—claiming prestige on par with a Quasi-Emperor or Great Emperor.

"Fellow Daoist, be careful with your words. This person is no small matter!" someone beside him transmitted, their expression grave as they looked at the young man.

He had extended his divine sense to scan the young man, only to find nothing but emptiness before him. 

If this person weren't standing right in front of everyone, no one would have discovered his presence. How could someone who could achieve this be ordinary?

Although this young man looked young, some old monsters preferred this appearance. Who knew how many years they had lived, yet they still maintained the look of a refined young master. The deception was too great.

In the cultivation world, it was commonplace to see a white-haired old man call a young person 'Ancestor.'

"Er…"

The old Saint's face froze. He turned to look at the young man and also sent out his divine sense. The result almost made him despair.

Nothing!

There was nothing at all!

A living person stood right before his eyes, yet his divine sense swept out to find only the vast, empty starry sky.

The old Saint's mouth hung open, his expression extremely awkward. He cupped his hands and said softly, "This junior did not know Senior's identity. I hope Sen—"

Before he could finish, the young man's gaze swept over. His eyes were devoid of divine light, calm and placid, without joy or sorrow, having returned to a state of primal simplicity, yet they were starkly black and white.

He glanced at the old Saint, said nothing more, and took a step.

In his original spot, only an afterimage slowly dissipated. His true body was already nowhere to be found.

"Hoo—!"

The old Saint let out a breath of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Now he was certain. That young man was definitely an old monster, and a terrifyingly powerful one at that. His strength was at least that of a Great Saint!

From beginning to end, the other party had not revealed any aura, so his exact strength was impossible to determine. Therefore… it was also possible he was a Quasi-Emperor, or even a Great Emperor!

"Fellow Daoist, you're quite lucky!" the person who had transmitted earlier said softly.

Not everyone could survive after underestimating a great power. The figure from a moment ago, a Great Saint at the very least, clearly had a good temper.

Pure luck. The old Saint waved his hand. He had made up his mind never to speak carelessly again.

Who could have imagined that someone so powerful would be so unconventional? Every move was devoid of any worldly air, without a hint of an expert's aura, as mediocre as could be. If he were standing on the ground and someone claimed he was an ordinary commoner, people would believe it.

"Speaking of which, his attire reminds me of someone, though I'm not entirely sure," the person who had spoken earlier said, frowning in thought.

"Oh?"

"Fellow Daoist, do you know who that person was?"

"To be able to enter the Chaotic Star Sea and retreat with such ease, he is likely no simple character. Even if he is not a Great Emperor, he is probably a Quasi-Emperor."

"Of course, that excludes those who merely muddle through."

Many people nearby looked over, also curious about the person from a moment ago. From ancient times until now, those who could walk through the Chaotic Star Sea and emerge were all titans of their generation. Even if they did not become Emperors, they were invincible among their peers in the Quasi-Emperor realm.

As for Great Saints, the chances of them entering and emerging were simply too small, so they were automatically ignored by many.

"Several hundred years ago, I read an ancient text that recorded a Quasi-Emperor. He was extremely low-key his entire life, but his strength was terrifying." The old Saint's peer thought for a moment, then raised his head and said, word by word, "If I'm not mistaken, this person is named Ling Xiao!"

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