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Blood Essence, magic core.
The marrow — there were exactly six hundred and eight drops collected. This number was slightly more than the last time, when he had harvested from the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix's Dou Sheng Bone.
To Wei Yang, that result wasn't surprising at all. After all, the Ancient Heaven Serpent was a bit larger in size. Gazing at the jade jar filled with countless bone marrow orbs, Wei Yang picked one up and examined it closely.
The marrow orb was milky white throughout, but faint dark red lines coiled around its surface, mysterious and arcane, faintly exuding a savage aura. This mutated Nine-Headed Ancient Heaven Serpent really was vicious down to its very bones.
The quality of this marrow orb was slightly higher than that of the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix's. That wasn't strange either. The Phoenix's bones had lost much of their energy because of the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit it had absorbed, leaving them half-wasted.
After sorting and storing all his spoils, Wei Yang withdrew the black flame. The temporary space he had opened up was now empty, leaving only a thick layer of ashes on the ground.
Wei Yang didn't mind; he collected all the ashes too, planning to use them later to cultivate a premium medicine field. Once finished, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
This time, that silly girl Qing Lin was about to take off for real!
Blood Essence, magic core, marrow, remnant soul — with this entire set of treasures, even an ordinary serpent would transform into a peerless beast. Let alone someone like Qing Lin, who possessed the rare Three Flower Snake Eyes constitution.
With a wave of his hand, the temporary space shattered like a bubble, revealing the world outside. Standing within a valley, Wei Yang swept his gaze around.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
Once again, the valley was crawling with countless snakes — during this time, they had actually slithered back. However, the faint trace of holy might that had lingered here earlier was now gone, leaving them confused and restless.
Wei Yang's sudden reappearance instantly drew their attention. Countless serpent eyes turned toward him. He merely gave them a faint glance before his figure flickered and vanished from sight, leaving the place behind.
"Time to head back."
Central Plains, Southern Region.
Sky Star Mountain Range.
Stepping out of a spatial passage, Wei Yang looked at the familiar stretch of rolling mountains before him, a slight smile appearing on his lips.
Finally back.
After leaving the vast Burial Mountain Range, he hadn't stopped anywhere, heading straight toward the Falling Star Pavilion. More than three years had passed since he'd left. He couldn't help but wonder — how were the two children now?
A trace of longing filled his heart.
Thinking of that, his figure flickered as he swiftly darted toward the depths of the mountain range. Before long, he arrived at the space where the Falling Star Pavilion resided. Within the Star Realm, the atmosphere was peaceful and harmonious.
Though its area couldn't compare to the vastness of the Pill Realm's small world, it was still quite spacious — enough to comfortably house tens of thousands of people. Of course, it wasn't that crowded. Rather, it was serene, with relatively few inhabitants, giving it a tranquil emptiness.
Unlike the original story, where after Yao Lao's resurrection he opened the sect's gates wide, recruiting countless strong experts and disciples alike, things here were different. Back then, Yao Lao needed to build a great power to serve as Xiao Yan's backing.
They had no other choice — against the Hall of Souls's crushing might, the master and disciple were alone and vulnerable.
But in this timeline, everything had changed. Because of Wei Yang's existence, the Hall of Souls had remained extremely low-key, and Yao Lao, now a Dou Sheng, naturally stood with firm confidence.
Therefore, Falling Star Pavilion continued to follow its elite path. After all, with Yao Lao's current vision, ordinary experts no longer caught his eye.
So unlike the original story, where upon returning from a journey he'd find the pavilion bustling with construction and crowds, here it remained calm and quietly flourishing.
In fact, due to the existence of Wei Ye, Wei Shuo, and Xiao Xiao — those three children — Falling Star Pavilion had become even more selective when accepting disciples.
As a result, even after Wei Yang had been away for more than three years, not much had changed within Falling Star Pavilion. The number of experts and disciples had indeed grown, but not by much — all carefully chosen through strict screening.
Within the serene Star Realm, a streak of black light suddenly flashed across the sky, heading straight toward the main peak at its center.
"Who dares trespass into my Star Realm!"
A cold shout thundered across the heavens. In the next instant, a sharp figure shot forth like a blade.
"Swift!"
A colossal sword light, sharp beyond measure, tore through the air, piercing toward the black light as if space itself were being split apart.
The black light paused briefly, raising a hand slightly.
"Solidify."
Buzz!
Under the astonished gaze of the approaching figure, space itself froze in place. The massive sword light was sealed midair as though trapped in ice, before slowly dissipating.
"Hehe, Senior Tie Jian, it's me."
The black light stopped, revealing a young man dressed in a black, gold-embroidered robe. His long black hair hung down to his waist, and on his forehead gleamed a black sun sigil. With a calm smile, Wei Yang's figure appeared.
The one who had attacked earlier was none other than Tie Jian Zun Zhe. At this moment, when he saw it was Wei Yang, he let out a long sigh of relief. That normally stiff face of his even forced out a somewhat awkward smile.
"Wei Yang, so it's you. You're finally back." Tie Jian Zun Zhe sheathed his long sword.
Wei Yang waved his hand, dispelling the frozen space, and nodded slightly. "It's been a while. My seclusion lasted a little longer than expected."
"Not that long — just over three years," Tie Jian Zun Zhe replied, shaking his head. But soon, his expression grew serious.
From Wei Yang's body, he could feel a faint yet immense pressure. That kind of power — only Yao Chen himself could surpass it within the entire Falling Star Pavilion.
A faint trace of divine might.
Tie Jian Zun Zhe's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wei Yang… you… don't tell me you've already reached the Dou Sheng Realm?!"
Even as he said it, he couldn't believe his own words.
It had only been a little over three years — how could someone jump from the peak of Nine-Star Dou Zun straight to the Dou Sheng Realm?! That was impossible!
"Not yet a Dou Sheng, not that fast. I can only be considered half a step there," Wei Yang said with a light smile and a shake of his head.
"Hm." Tie Jian Zun Zhe nodded at first, but then his eyes bulged again. "Wait, what? Half?!"
Their exchange had already drawn the attention of many within the Falling Star Pavilion. Countless gazes turned in their direction.
"It's Young Pavilion Master Wei who's returned!"
Those disciples and elders who recognized Wei Yang all called out in surprise and joy. Even from the central main peak of the Star Realm, several familiar presences turned their gaze toward him. Upon seeing Wei Yang, their faces revealed smiles of delight.
"Wei Yang, you've returned," came a calm, aged voice from afar.
"Yes, master," Wei Yang replied with a smile toward the main peak.
Then, turning to Tie Jian Zun Zhe, he chuckled. "Senior Tie Jian, I'll head back first."
"Go on. Yao Chen's been talking about you quite a bit lately," Tie Jian Zun Zhe said with a nod.
Wei Yang grinned, waved his hand, and his figure once again transformed into a streak of black light, darting straight toward the Star Realm's main peak.
Behind him, the stern-faced Tie Jian Zun Zhe couldn't help but soften his expression, sighing in admiration. "Too fast. His growth rate… it's simply too fast!"
Below, a number of curious and admiring gazes followed that black streak across the sky. Soon, several crisp, lively voices whispered among themselves.
"So that's our Falling Star Pavilion's Young Pavilion Master Wei!"
"Yeah, I've been in the sect for three years and finally got to see him."
"Hehe, Young Pavilion Master Wei is really handsome — just like Young Pavilion Master Xiao!"
"No, I still think Wei Yang's more handsome. He's got that commanding presence about him. I really like it, hehe."
"Mm-hmm, I think so too! Back in Holy Pill City, I saw him win the alchemy competition with my own eyes — refining a five-colored Tier 8 pill! I joined Falling Star Pavilion from thousands of miles away just because of him, and now I finally get to see him again. Ah~ he's even more handsome than before!"
"Yeah, so handsome~"
"You girls done swooning yet? Don't you have cultivation to do?" a voice suddenly interrupted with a light scolding tone.
"Ah, it's Senior Sister Mu!"
"Senior Sister Mu, we'll go cultivate right away!"
The group of girls scattered in a hurry.
From a distance, Mu Qingluan appeared, her green robes fluttering gently as she shook her head helplessly. Her gaze lingered on the faint black light vanishing into the main peak, her eyes filled with a complicated emotion.
Such a man was truly a heaven-blessed genius — a monstrous prodigy, born to stand above all. How could someone like him ever lower his gaze to look upon ordinary people like them?
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