In the blink of an eye, three years had passed since the Battle of the Stars.
In these three years, the news of the Battle of the Stars had spread to every corner of the four stars. Among them, the God of Slaughter Li Youcai was undoubtedly the focus of discussion.
Furthermore, the news of the Tianxuan Stars had spread to the other three stars as well. In addition, this Battle of the Stars was unprecedented. Without even showing himself, he had become the champion of all cultivators below Dao Realm Stage Three. This allowed the Hundred Refinements Ancient Sect to return to the Tianxuan Stars from the Coiling Dragon Star …
In a short period of time, the name of the God of Slaughter Li Youcai was known throughout the four stars. It was as if there was no one in the world who did not know of him!
While the four stars were in an uproar, in the eastern part of the Green Lotus Heaven Domain, Manjoo Zhanmu.
On this day, a cultivator in ragged clothes with bruises all over his body and a swollen face appeared at the gate of Manjoo Zhanmu. Behind the cultivator was a ferocious-looking young man in grey robes.
"Who are you?!"
A loud shout suddenly burst out, and three young disciples who were guarding the sect flew over in the air. The leader was a high-spirited young man in white who was at the peak of the Celestial Realm. However, the three of them looked a little frightened at the moment.
One had to know that if they were not patrolling at the gate, their divine senses would not have been able to detect the intruders. Furthermore … these two people had directly passed through the sect's protective array … how could the three disciples not be frightened?
The leading young man in white robes looked as if he was facing a great enemy. He looked at the cultivator in ragged clothes with a swollen face and then looked at the ferocious-looking young man. His expression was extremely serious as he secretly sent a message to the disciple behind him to report to the sect.
"Longfei?" Just as a disciple was about to enter the sect, a surprised voice rang out.
The leading young man in white robes trembled as he looked at the cultivator with a swollen face in front of him. However, because this cultivator's face was black and blue, it was impossible to see his original appearance. However, the white-robed disciple felt that this voice was somewhat familiar. He asked in surprise, "You are …"
"Qin Yu!
Alright, I have something to do, I'll enter the sect first. "The cultivator in ragged clothes with a swollen face waved his hand and quickly walked towards the sect.
"Qin Yu?"
A look of suspicion appeared on the face of the white-robed disciple. This name Qin Yu's Translation That was somewhat familiar. Then, he thought of something, he suddenly, he thought as he thought he had been struck by lightning. Qin, Qin Yu's name......
.. "the disciple standing behind the white-roof the white-robed disciple's.
"Stop! Stop!"
The white-clothed disciple suddenly woke up. He turned around and shouted. Then, he respectfully said to the ragged cultivator, "Long Fei greets Senior Brother Qin!"
"I have other matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave first." Before he could finish speaking, the two of them had already disappeared into the Ten Thousand Layers Battle Sect.
The face of the disciple who was stopped by the white-clothed disciple stiffened. He was angry, but he didn't dare to say anything.
"Are you You 'Translation?"
Of, he, he,, who, he? Is He, Is he?
You are courting death, do you know that? "The white clothed disciple said coldly. He was the Prince of the Martial Kingdom, Long Fei!
The disciple's face stiffened as he said, "Isn't his name Qin Yu?"
"His name is Qin Yu, but he's also called Wang Xingchen and Li Youcai!" Long Fei sneered.
"Li Youcai?"
The two disciples looked as if they had been struck by lightning. They were instantly dumbstruck, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.
"Is he really Li Youcai?
But he looks like … "
The person who had come was Qin Yu. After leaving the All-Heavens Ruins, Qin Yu had rushed to Manjoo Zhanmu without stopping. Time was of the essence, and the clothes he had prepared in his Dimensional Ring were all used up. Qin Yu did not even have time to buy new clothes. As for the injuries all over his body … He did not know what kind of power was contained in the Crying Elder's attack, but Qin Yu's injuries could not recover for a long time.
Half an hour later.
Manjoo Zhanmu Ancestral Temple.
Wang Tu, Lie Ao, Tang Zhong, and the plainly dressed elders and King Yazi stood outside the Ancestral Temple. They did not know why Qin Yu had suddenly come to Manjoo Zhanmu, nor did they know why Qin Yu was in such a sorry state.
Looking at the ragged figure standing in the Ancestral Temple, they looked at each other in confusion. They did not know why Qin Yu had come to Manjoo Zhanmu and requested to go to the Ancestral Temple. What confused them even more was why Qin Yu was in such a state.
In the Ancestral Temple.
At the highest point of the Ancestral Temple hung a scroll painting. This painting was personally written by the founder of Manjoo Zhanmu.
In the scroll painting was the profile of a person. From the side, it was a hunched old man with a ferocious face. He was roaring at the sky, as if he was venting his endless anger and indignation. Above his head was a vast galaxy of stars.
Because the founder, Wang Qing, did not mention a word about this painting, it attracted the attention of countless disciples. They tried to guess who the ferocious old man depicted in the star painting was.
Why would the founder, Wang Qing, hang this painting at the highest point of the Ancestral Temple?
Some people said that the person in the painting was the founder, Wang Qing's guide. Others said that this was the founder, Wang Qing's master. There were also some who guessed that this was the founder, Wang Qing himself. Of course … more people believed that this painting hid some kind of secret.
Qin Yu stood in the Ancestral Temple, his face swollen and his clothes in rags. He looked at the mysterious scroll painting that had been passed down in Manjoo Zhanmu for countless years. There was a hint of displeasure between his brows as he said, "Wang Qing, you brat, are you holding a strong grudge against me?"
Qin Yu was speechless. The hunched old man in the painting was him, who had been poisoned by the Netherworld Nirvana Poison.
"After so many years, have you forgotten when I was in high spirits?
Why did you have to paint me when I was at the end of my rope?
Not only that, you even painted me when I was venting my inner pain. Could it be that this is the only impression you have of me in your heart? "Qin Yu said bitterly to himself.
Although he was complaining, what moved Qin Yu was that this painting was so lifelike. Whether it was the scenery or the people, they were exactly the same as they were in the past. It was obvious that Wang Qing had spent a lot of effort on this painting.
Looking up at the painting, his thoughts were like a tide. After a few hours, Qin Yu let out a long sigh and turned to leave the Ancestral Temple.
"Young friend, have you discovered the secret of the Roaring Stars Painting?"
Just as Qin Yu walked out of the Ancestral Temple, the old man in plain clothes suddenly walked over and asked urgently.
Wang Tu, Tang Zhong, and Lie Ao also looked at Qin Yu anxiously. After all, Qin Yu had been standing in the Ancestral Temple for a few hours. In their opinion, Qin Yu should have discovered the secret of the Roaring Stars Painting.
Secret?
Qin Yu's expression stiffened.
Wang Qing's nature was simple and honest, and he was not good with words. However, he was definitely the most sentimental and sentimental person. Based on his understanding of Wang Qing, the purpose of drawing this painting was probably to encourage him to work hard in his cultivation so that he could take revenge for him one day. That was all.
But he did not expect that this painting actually contained some kind of secret in the hearts of Wang Tu and the others.
Immediately, Qin Yu shook his head and said helplessly, "Perhaps the opportunity has not arrived. I carefully observed it for a few hours and did not discover any secrets …"