weddingnovel Chapter 1501: Her Serious Promise
Chapter 1501: Her Serious Promise
"There is no need for politeness. Among those who returned safely from Longyan Mountain is my grandfather. He said that at first, he was reluctant to believe your words, but later, when he rushed out of the array, he was restrained by the Netherworld King’s Divine Artifact. Thanks to you breaking it, he was able to escape disaster. So before I set off this time, my grandfather specifically instructed me that if I could help you, I must do my best to repay your life-saving grace," Nan Aotian said with a wave of his hand, using Gathering Qi Transmission.So that’s how it is, Han Yan finally understood the reason behind it.
"In fact, even if it wasn’t because of my grandfather, I would have done the same," Nan Aotian added.
"Oh, why?" Han Yan asked.
"The North Abyss Misty Plain is a near-death situation; our group has varying levels of strength. If we were scattered like a pile of sand, few would make it out alive. Only by uniting everyone can we have a better chance of survival. Among us, only you have the prestige to make everyone willingly submit.
Unfortunately, I do not have the strength of my Master, and even if I were to risk my life, I cannot ensure everyone’s safety. So, I can only place my hopes on you," Nan Aotian explained.
"Your Master?" Han Yan asked curiously.
"My Master’s name is Qing Yuchi; you have met him." Mentioning his Master, Nan Aotian’s gaze became somewhat somber.
"So Senior Qing is your Master." Referring to the elder who self-destructed to save everyone in Longyan Mountain, Han Yan stood in solemn respect.
"Han Yan, it is truly challenging for the bloodline of the Guardian of the Gods to continue to this day. They are also the true foundation of this continent. If possible, I hope you can rally them together and keep them safe. I believe this was also my Master’s wish," Nan Aotian said earnestly.
Remembering my past life, Nan Aotian always deliberately groomed himself to appear rugged and bold, pretending to be mature to disguise his true appearance of a pretty boy. However, at this moment, Han Yan saw that the eyes hidden behind his thick beard were so profound.
It seems that his Master’s death matured him earlier on.
"Hmm, I promise, to the best of my ability, to rally them together and help keep them safe," Han Yan said earnestly.
The scene of Mr. Qing’s self-destruction appeared vividly in his mind, and the heartfelt words he spoke seemed to resonate in his ears. This is Han Yan’s promise to him, and only by doing so can she express her deep respect for this highly revered elder.
Finally, a gigantic palace appeared before their eyes.
The palace stood halfway up the mountain, and a large part of the massive platform before the palace was extended beyond the cliff, with clouds drifting around, making it seem as if the entire palace was suspended in mid-air.
Upon stepping onto the platform, Han Yan and the others experienced a sense of liberation from the earth’s constraints, feeling as if they were floating among the clouds.
They didn’t wait long before the heavy palace doors opened slowly, exuding an ancient and solemn atmosphere. An elder with a dignified appearance stood at the entrance—it was the Holy Master. The sunlight pierced through the thin fog, refracting into a colorful display upon him, enveloping him in a mysterious and sacred aura.
Han Yan had seen him once before, so it was nothing special, but the rest of the Guardians of the Gods were seeing him for the first time and were so overwhelmed that some couldn’t help but kneel and bow, while others couldn’t resist bending to salute him.
"Junior greets the Holy Master," they said in trembling voices while bowing.
Although they hadn’t seen the Holy Master before and no one introduced them, everyone guessed correctly that the elder before them was undoubtedly the Holy Master; only he could possess such divine authority.
"Rise." The Holy Master waved his hand slightly, and everyone involuntarily straightened up.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," the Holy Master said with a smile.
Just one casual sentence made everyone feel as if bathed in a spring breeze, too moved to speak. Han Yan believed that even if the Holy Master asked them to die now, there would be no hesitation or complaints. This is the deterrence brought by the existence of the continent’s strongest force, and also the essence of people’s faith.
"The reason for summoning you to the Holy Court is, I believe, known to everyone. In half a year, the Power of Laws in the North Abyss Misty Plain will be at its most stable. I hope that in these six months, you can focus on cultivating and strengthen your skills, so when you go to the North Abyss Misty Plain, you will have a better chance of success.
Remember that everything you do is for the safety of the continent and for the lives of millions of common people. Regardless of success or failure, you will be remembered by everyone. If the Holy Court Continent survives this crisis, your names will go down in history and be sung eternal by generations.
Of course, the North Abyss Misty Plain is a near-death situation; if anyone among you is unwilling to go, I will not force you, and I will send you away now." The Holy Master’s last sentence was evidently unnecessary. Even if some had viewed going to the North Abyss Misty Plain as merely a death sentence earlier, after hearing his stirring words, their blood already boiled, and it was impossible to retreat.
"For the survival of the continent, for millions of people, we will go through any tribulation without hesitation," everyone said in unison, their faces flushed with excitement, tears almost falling.
"That is good." The Holy Master looked satisfied, continuing, "Although you are not disciples of the Holy Court, you are free to use all the cultivation resources within the Holy Court as if you were disciples of the Holy Court.
The continent is facing many crises, and the elders of the Holy Court have been going into seclusion recently to cultivate urgently. I shall first send you to the Holy Sword Peak, and once the elders come out of seclusion, you may then pay your respects."
Holy Sword Peak—what kind of place is it, and what should they do next? Including Han Yan, everyone knew very little about the Holy Court and were bewildered upon hearing his words but did not dare to ask more.
"I have arranged someone to look after you there. If you have any questions, you may ask them," The Holy Master noticed their confusion and reassured them with a smile.
With his status and position, he certainly didn’t have the time to personally resolve everyone’s queries, leaving such minor matters to others.
After finishing, the Holy Master slightly raised his hands, forming a series of hand formations.
A massive array suddenly appeared on the platform. As the Holy Master raised his hands slightly, the array lifted off the ground, and everyone’s bodies felt lighter. Surrounded by the radiance of the array, they flew towards the distance as if soaring through the clouds.
Everyone displayed expressions of shock, and then, as they looked at the increasingly distant figure of the Holy Master, their faces were filled with admiration.
Although the Holy Master’s Wind Control Technique borrowed the power of the array, they could tell that at least half of it was his own strength.
With such power, it seems not far from being like the legendary God.