The Adventures Of The Young Master

According to Han Li's memories, this place was called Far Sea, which was located in the Enchanted Grounds the continent he was in. It wasn't difficult to get into a land here though Jin Rou couldn't see one. He only needed to wait a bit and something would appear.

"Whoosh!" Then after a few minutes, a figure appeared. It was a boatman with a huge straw hat. His face couldn't be seen but it's obvious that he was someone not to be trifled with.

Upon the stop of the boat, Jin Rou naturally knew what to do thus he hopped in. The memories resurfaced upon meeting this old man. Han Li knew him very well and as a matter of fact, the old man was half a disciple of his.

"Your Majesty, I'm glad that you're still alive." The boatman said with a heavy tone as he padded the waters to change direction, "Your final attempt to challenge the Heavens wasn't successful so everyone thought that you're now dead."

On the 8th try, Han Li already exhausted his resources and was about to reach the end of his life. It was natural since he already lived for countless of years. Thus, the boatman was shocked to actually feel the presence of Han Li again.

Jin Rou had the vivid memories of that 8th battle and smiled wryly, "Perhaps. But I'm too weak right now. I need to gather resources and necessary treasures if I want to challenge it again."

No, Jin Rou was certain that he had to face the Heavens. After all, the God Dao Source he needed was right there! How could he get it if he couldn't defeat the Heavens of this world? Thinking this, it's already making his head ache. But he had no choice either. It was a push or shove situation. The result would depend if you push or if you shove.

Nine Heavens was bigger, much bigger, than Fate World. He thought that he already met the largest world existed yet the Fate World was only perhaps half of Nine Heavens. Han Li had lived since ancient times so he knew the sides and turns of the world.

"Indeed, Your Majesty." The boatman sighed. So many have died during the 8th Challenge and the losses of the world was unimaginable. Many Dao Monarchs had died.

In this world, the current highest cultivation a person could attain was Dao Monarch and this cultivation could only be attained by a single person per generation. After all, there was only one Nine Heavens Will per generation that appear.

However, the current era had no new Dao Monarchs because of the 8th Challenge's down effects. During that battle, many Nine Heavens Wills had been torn apart and were destroyed leading to several generations without Dao Monarchs. What did this implicate? The world was declining and if ever a foreign attack emerged, the world would be in a disadvantageous position.

"Imperial Lord Zui, I hope you have been well." Jin Rou said to the boatman after a long brief of silence.

Imperial Lord Zui. Anyone would be surprised to hear this name. After all, it was a name that was very famous since the ancient era of Dao Monarchs.

Imperial Lord was said to be the highest peak an Imperial cultivator could reach. They could stand shoulder to shoulder with the monarchs and fight them evenly as long as they had a powerful weapon.

As a matter of fact, Imperial Lord Zui was famous for slaying a Dao Monarch in the past, earning his additional title, 'Monarch Slayer'.

This title was only for those lords who managed to kill a monarch on a one on one match and not everyone was applicable for this title.

"Your Majesty, I have been doing well." Imperial Lord Zui smiled, "It's been a while since I was called in my dao title."

Jin Rou didn't respond to this and just smiled. He was appreciating the scenery of the Far Sea right now. It was peaceful. He now understood why Han Li created this place as his dying ground.

"What's the situation of the world?" After two hours, they were still at the sea and there's no island to speak of. But Jin Rou wasn't worried. Imperial Lord Zui was one of the greatest aides of Han Li.

"There are still no new Dao Monarchs at the present times." Imperial Lord Zui shook his head, "Even Imperial Lords, there isn't anyone new. The 8th Challenge has greatly affected the world."

It was bad news that there were no new monarchs in the world. The world needed young saplings to carry the responsibility of the realm and yet there was no one to entrust it. The old folks had no choice but to carry on instead of resting and preserving their lives.

Jin Rou laughed weakly. This Han Li bet everything in the last challenge and even affected the whole Nine Heavens up to this extent. So you could possibly imagine the battle ensued during that time. And now, Jin Rou had no choice but to clean this mess. After all, he was in Han Li's body now and everyone saw him as Han Li.

Fortunately, there was a way to make the Nine Heavens Wills again in the world.

Imperial Lord Zui tried to comfort Jin Rou saying, "Your Majesty, it isn't your fault. None of the Dao Monarchs are blaming you why this happened. It is an inevitable cause and effect. In fact, they are all grateful to you. Because no matter how many times you failed, you still go back up and challenge the Heavens once again. There is no existence as consistent as you."

It was the lord's honest and sincere words. In truth, no one truly blamed Han Li for what was happening in the world. Han Li had saved the world so many times and no one would dare to put the blame on him.

The people of the world was grateful to Han Li so if anyone dared to spout nonsense about him, many terrifying existences would appear and hunt that person.

"If you say so." Jin Rou smiled at the comforting words of the lord.. Although it wasn't necessary, it made Jin Rou lessen his worry.