Time passed in the wilderness, and the days and nights followed.
On Mount Luofu, Zhao Gongming let out a long breath.
When he opened his eyes, he was filled with joy.
"Five hundred years have actually passed."
Zhao Gongming sat up from the futon and looked at the chess game in front of him.
The opportunity to break through from the mid-stage Primordial Immortal realm to the late-stage Primordial Immortal realm was actually because of this broken chess piece.
"Five hundred years have passed. I wonder how that senior is doing.”
Zhao Gongming picked up a chess piece from the chessboard and placed it on the chessboard with a thud.
In an instant, the wind and clouds on the chessboard trembled.
In these 500 years, apart from breaking through, Zhao Gongming was also comprehending the Go game at all times.
Compared to 500 years ago, Zhao Gongming had not only broken through his realm, but his Go skills and mental state had also improved greatly.
Now, he even had an inexplicable confidence.
Perhaps now, he might be able to have a go with that senior.
Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming stood up and prepared to make a trip to Three Immortal Island before heading to Turbid Peak.
This time, he must make that senior look at him in a new light!
……
At the same time, on Turbid Peak.
Two white-haired old men walked over.
The two old men had white hair and youthful faces, like two old immortals.
One of them held a pearl in his hand. The pearl emitted a hazy light and was very mysterious.
"From the Perceptive Pearl, it seems that Young Master's last breath disappeared on this mountain.”
"But how can we let the young master stay in such a barren land for 500 years?”
The two old men were confused. They glanced at the turbid peak below through the clouds.
"Senior Brother, look. There seems to be a cave abode over there. This place is close to the Golden Ao Island of Jie School. It should be where a disciple of Jie School cultivates.”
"Senior brother, let's go down and ask that fellow daoist.”
One of the shorter old men pointed below.
"Alright, but remember, the young master's bloodline is extremely powerful. He is the hope of our clan's rise.”
"Unless it's absolutely necessary, we definitely can't expose our identities.”
"Not even Jie School, which is on good terms with our Qilin Race.”
The two of them stepped into the air and after a short discussion, they turned into flowing lights and directly arrived at the entrance of the cave abode on Turbid Peak.
"Fellow Daoist, can you come out and meet us? We have something to ask.”
After a loud shout, the two waited at the door for a long time, but they did not hear any sound coming from the cave abode.
"Is he not here?"
The two of them were puzzled. Just as they were about to leave, the pearls in their hands suddenly surged with light and actually became brighter.
The two of them looked at each other and rushed into the cave without saying anything.
"This is…"
When the two of them entered the cave and saw the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the cave, they were immediately stunned.
In the cave, there were more than ten paintings hanging, each of which had a different style.
Of course, this was not the main point.
The main point was that they could feel an inexplicable Dao rhythm circulating in each painting.
Furthermore, the Dao Laws in each painting were different.
It was like a majestic mountain that seemed to have materialized. The mountain fell and the world collapsed.
There was also a star map that seemed to be able to draw the stars in the sky over to resist the enemy.
The most peculiar thing was that there was Zhang Kuangcao's calligraphy.
The messy handwriting was wild and unruly, and it was arrogant.
It was like a proud saberman waving his saber wantonly.
With one slash, the mountains and rivers were shattered. If he continued to slash, the Wilderness would be pacified.
The two of them were completely shocked.
Especially when they looked at the paintings carefully, they seemed to have a life of their own and were sizing them up.
However, when he came back to his senses, the paintings were still the same. There was no life at all.
"The owner of this cave must be at least a Quasi-Sage, and it does have the aura of the young master.”
"Could it be that the young master was captured by the master of this cave and used as a mount?”
The more they thought about it, the more likely it was.
If that was the case, then things would be troublesome.
The Qilin Race had been passed down for so long. They were not afraid of a Quasi-Sage, but they were afraid of Sect Master Tongtian of Jie School.
Since this cave abode was not far from Golden Ao Island, how could Tongtian, a Saint, not know that a Sage-to-be lived here?
Or perhaps, this matter was originally instructed by Saint Tongtian?!
If this matter was really related to Jie School, it would be really troublesome.
Now that the Qilin Race was already weak, if they became enemies with a Saint, wouldn't the Qilin Race face the calamity of extinction?
The more they thought about it, the more afraid they became.
Just as the two of them had the intention to retreat and were about to return to the clan to ask the clan leader for instructions, a surprised voice suddenly came from the door.
"Linzhu, Linye, why are you here?”
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