The Legend of Futian

After the battle at Six Desires Heaven, nearly all the top figures at Zhenchan Temple had been killed or wounded. For the time being, no one bothered chasing down Ye Futian.

Previously, Zhenchan Temple wanted to apprehend Ye Futian because of the divine body of Shenjia the Great Emperor and the divine items that were in his possession.

However, after that battle, everyone witnessed Ye Futian's resolution. The divine body self-destructed and exploded, turning into an endless domain world of Path Obliteration. The divine body was no more.

Furthermore, it was pointless to continue plotting for the inheritance that Ye Futian had inherited from the Great Emperors. The determination that Ye Futian displayed made them realize that even if Ye Futian were to be taken, it would be difficult to force him to submit.

Therefore, continuing to go after Ye Futian would get them nothing.

However, Saint Zhenchan was a cultivator of Buddhism who held exceptionally high status in the Western World. If Ye Futian were to really fall into the hands of certain people, it was probably something that would not bother him much.

After all, without the divine body, Ye Futian's strength would be greatly limited. He would no longer pose a threat to those who had survived the Divine Tribulation of the Great Path.

At the same time, this battle also introduced those in the Western World to a cultivator from Divine Prefecture. He was a white-haired genius talent who had also caused an uproar in the Original Realm.

However, everything happening in the outside world seemed to have nothing to do with Ye Futian at the moment. He had not yet awakened from his deep slumber. Obviously, the trauma he had suffered this time was unprecedented. Even at his current realm and the strength of his spiritual soul could hardly bear the impact he received, so he had been in a deep sleep ever since.

Time passed little by little. Although the influence of that battle remained, it was not talked about as much as time went on. However, the rush remained the same in Six Desires Heaven, as cultivators in the Western World were constantly going there. They wanted to bear witness to that domain world of Path Obliteration created by the self-destruction of the divine body. It had attracted the interest of everyone, especially those cultivators who were mighty and powerful.

The divine body self-destructed, forming a domain space of its own. It had actually created an independent space between heaven and earth, which seemed totally incompatible with this place. Furthermore, no one dared to enter it lightly, as their power of the Great Path could be easily wiped out.

After feeling the power within the domain of Path Obliteration, everyone couldn't help but think of Saint Zhenchan. In that battle, what kind of terrifying scenario did the cultivators from Zhenchan Temple experienced?

According to rumors, the Lord of Zhenchan Temple, Saint Zhenchan, did not perish. The news came from Zhenchan Temple, so it should be reliable; there was no better entity to judge the wellbeing of Saint Zhenchan than Zhenchan Temple. However, he had not gone back to the temple either.

Anyone who felt the aura of destruction in this domain understood that even if Saint Zhenchan survived, he probably did so at a great cost. He would probably not be returning to Zhenchan Temple for the foreseeable future and would do well to conceal his whereabouts.

In the meantime, many cultivators had gone to Zhenchan Temple and were openly staying there, waiting.

Saint Zhenchan aside, Ye Futian was no better than the other man at the moment.

Upon the ancient peak, there was a structure at the edge of the cliff. It was extremely quiet, and a beautiful goddess was sitting there silently. Behind her, a white-haired figure laid without movements or sound, but a breath of life could be detected, flowing upon his body. Even though Ye Futian had fallen into a deep sleep, this life force seemed to automatically nourish his body and spiritual soul. Gradually, signs of life slowly appeared on Ye Futian's face.

Hua Jieyu clearly remembered that after the battle, Ye Futian had almost fallen into a deadly slumber. Only a mysterious force maintained his weakened vitality, which was associated with Ye Futian's superior ability in self-healing. Hua Jieyu also knew a lot about this and knew how tenacious Ye Futian's life force could be. Therefore, although she was worried, she firmly believed that Ye Futian would eventually get better. He could heal himself—it was only a matter of time.

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As time passed, in a blink of an eye, it had already been two years since Ye Futian and the others arrived in the Western World.

Ye Futian had thought that this trip would not have taken them long, but he did not expect that he would still be in a coma two years after they arrived in the Western World, not yet ready to wake up.

In the courtyard upon the ancient peak, a figure stepped forward. She glanced at the woman in front of her and the figure lying quietly there and whispered, "His aura of life has already returned to its fullness. How come he has not woken yet?"

The one who was asking was Hua Qingqing. Hua Jieyu turned her head to glance at Ye Futian. At this time, Ye Futian was completely covered by the aura of life, and there were even currents of the Great Path that surrounded him. His breath of life had been completely restored, but still, he was deep in his slumber.

Shaking her head gently, Hua Jieyu whispered in a low voice, "His breath of life is restored, so he should be fine. Perhaps he was still sleeping because his spiritual soul has not yet fully recovered. Ultimately, it was the power of his spiritual soul that he consumed in that battle."

"Maybe it is developing in a better direction," Hua Qingqing said softly, and Hua Jieyu nodded. It was possible. Perhaps after such a tremendous consumption of his power, if Ye Futian fully recovered, with his tenacity, he might have gotten stronger. His life spirit had always had an unimaginable resilience that was almost frightening.

"How about the young ones? Did they go down the mountain again?" Hua Jieyu asked. The young ones she was referring to included Fang Cun and Little Ling. After settling down here for a while, the four of them would often go down the mountain and walk around the city. The influence of that battle waned, and almost no one knew about them, at least not in the Great Brahma Heaven where they were at.

"Mmm," Hua Qingqing nodded. "They are still so young, and it was understandable that they can't stay put like us. The trip they took down the mountain was also for the sake of experience. Wasn't that the original reason for bringing them here?"

"Uncle Tie is with them, so nothing will happen. In this city, Uncle Tie's cultivation is sufficient to keep them safe," Hua Qingqing continued. Hua Jieyu nodded in agreement.

The four youngsters treated her as their masteress—with respect. They saw her as their own elder, which she could clearly feel. Now the group was like family, and she started seeing those four little ones as her own. In fact, all four of them were in the realm of Renhuang, so nothing could really happen to them. Therefore, there was no need to worry about them wandering around.

"Qingqing, it's just that your business is going to be delayed again," Hua Jieyu looked at Hua Qingqing and said. This trip to the Western World was meant for Hua Qingqing, but who knew that they would encounter a series of troubles in Six Desires Heaven? They had no choice in any of them.

Now that two years had passed, they had no idea how long it would take for them to complete the original objective of this trip.

"No matter. There was no telling how long my business will take, so it doesn't matter if it's not yet completed. As long as I can stay by your side, it is enough," Hua Qingqing said with a smile, and her smile seemed to put those around her at ease.

"Since he came to the Western World, this thing must be done, of course," Hua Jieyu responded. She looked at Ye Futian's sleeping figure and whispered, "He should be waking up soon too!"