The Ancient Realm Goddess
Aura of Deity

Qing Yue'er and Mo Jingtian moved swiftly towards the next demon hole. It only took a bit of time as it was not so far away from the previous demon hole.

Without waiting any longer Qing Yue'er immediately carried out her duties. What he had to do was make a seal. As for the demons that might attack, he didn't need to care.

Mo Jingtian had always protected her. Not letting a single demon get close even if it was only within a meter. He became more serious in order not to waste a lot of time and let the man work hard for him.

The cooperation was carried out from one hole to another. It wasn't long until they finally finished 10 holes in Southern Tongxuan. No serious problems that long.

The movements of Qing Yue’er and Mo Jingtian could not escape the surviving ancestors in Southern Tongxuan. They soon wake up from their closing state. One of them was the ancestor of the Southern River Sect.

A white-haired old man who had been cultivating for years under the waterfall suddenly opened his eyes. Despite having been sitting there for a long time, her plain white robe was not wet at all.

His body was enveloped with a soft white light. He was the only surviving ancestor of the Southern River Sect. After many years of seclusion, his aura of immortality became emanated so clearly.

The man narrowed his eyes into the distance. His forehead is slightly wrinkled. “Tongxuan Continent is in chaos. Which saint has come to help?”

At that moment, another shadow suddenly came closer. The shadow turned into a middle-aged man wearing a gray robe. The man stopped on the rock and bowed respectfully to the ancestor.

“It was really unexpected that I could see the Ancestor come out of seclusion after almost a hundred years,” the middle-aged man politely said. He was Leng Shuhui, the current head of the Southern River Sect.

Ancestor Yuwen smiled. He came out of the waterfall then his figure moved like a cloud towards one of the stones not so far away. “It's been a long time,” he said calmly.

“Legregor, what might have bothered you? Would be happy if I could figure it out.”

Leng Shuhui knew the sect ancestor would not come out just because of a trivial matter. There must be a special reason. However, he did not know for sure about it.

“For so many years I never cared about things out there. However, that doesn't mean I can't feel anything.” Ancestor Yuwen looked at Leng Shuhui. “What has happened in Tongxuan continent?”

The question made Leng Shuhui a little surprised. An ancestor does not need to be questioned his insight. The old man really knew what he did not see and hear directly.

Finally he took a long breath. “Legregor, this is a serious thing. Demons came out of the Underworld in large numbers. They killed and ravaged the Tongxuan continent. This is a big disaster.”

Ancestor Yuwen's brows furrowed slightly. “So it did happen,” murmured while looking up at the sky. “Do you know who has made such a big move recently?”

“Encestors, it is the Celestial Academy. Their best disciple who had already ascended to the Celestial had returned. Academy Head Niu told me about it and invited the South River Sect to work together to eliminate the demons that roam.”

“Murid Heavenly Academy has ascended to Celestial?” Ancestor Yuwen became interested in hearing that.

“True. That's been a while. He was a young genius who only appeared in a thousand years. I've never seen him in person, but I have absolutely no doubt about his abilities. After all, he has made a lot of unreasonable uproar.”

Ancestor Yuwen nodded slowly while counting his fingers. “I can feel the power of the seal at some point in South Tongxuan. If I'm not mistaken it should be he who has made the seal.”

“So it has started?”

Leng Shuhui was surprised to hear that. He had indeed already found out about Qing Yue’er's plan from Niu Longhao. However, he did not know exactly when the girl would make a move. It was amazing because his ancestors could tell the movement.

“Then, he is currently in South Tongxuan. Ancestor, wouldn't it be rude if we didn't welcome him?”

Ancestor Yuwen shook his head. “No need to make a fuss. Instead, you should do your own duty with Niu Longhao. This cooperation will be a good thing,” said Ancestor Yuwen wisely.

Finally Leng Shuhui nodded. “Good. Then what about the Ancestor? Will the Ancestor return to the sect?”

A faint smile appeared on Ancestor Yuwen's face. He turned around, then his figure suddenly shot rapidly into the sky. “A genius who only appeared in a thousand years has come to Southern Tongxuan. How could this old man not want to see it?”

After saying that, the figure of the old man instantly disappeared. Only then did Leng Shuhui realize about his enthusiastic and curious ancestor.

“….”

The corner of his lips twitched. Ancestor Yuwen forbade him from making a fuss. It turned out that the reason for that was because the old man wanted to meet the genius of the Heavenly Academy alone. How crafty!

He could only complain inwardly before finally returning to the sect. He had to tell the elders about their ancestors who had already come out of seclusion.

Meanwhile, on the clear outskirts of the river, Qing Yue’er was taking a momentary rest. After making ten seals in a row, his body began to tire. His spirit power was still strong, but the spiritual qi within his dantian had already diminished a lot.

That special seal required a combination of those two powers so he had to have both. Between spirit power and spiritual qi should be balanced. If not, it won't work.

He closed his eyes and scooped up the spiritual energy around him as much as possible. He became like a black hole that engulfed all the spiritual energy in the entire forest. In just an instant, the forest turned empty without any spiritual energy.

“Of course. How could these two different places be equated?” Mo Jingtian who had only been an observer had finally spoken.

“You're right.”

Finally Qing Yue’er got up from her seat. He was about to walk close to the river when suddenly a white light shot down from the sky. After getting closer, he could see the figure of the old man who was smiling faintly at him.

The corner of his eyebrow was raised next to. In just a glance, he could tell the old man was not an indiscriminate person. It could be known from its high cultivation level. It was even much higher than Niu Longhao.

The immortal aura that enveloped the old man's body showed his long lifespan. Qing Yue’er wondered inwardly, which ancestor came to see her?

Ancestor Yuwen managed to land on the ground. He smiled at Qing Yue’er. “Son, you don't look scared or surprised to see me.”

Qing Yue’er smiled. Although the old man was strong, but his cultivation level was still below him. So, he's not afraid at all.

“There are only a few things that I fear in this world,” Qing Yue’er said calmly. “May I know why this Master came here?”

A small laugh came out from Ancestor Yuwen's mouth. He was actually surprised by the figure of the girl in front of him. His strength he could not touch. It only showed that his cultivation level was already far above him.

He smiled with a complicated feeling. “Have you met the ancestor of the Heavenly Academy?”

Qing Yue’er shook her head with a wrinkled forehead. So far he had never heard anything about the academy's ancestors. Even when the academy building was torn down, no ancestors appeared. So, he always assumed that they were all dead. Could he have been wrong?

“It looks like you've never seen it. Too bad.” There was a hint of disappointment on Ancestor Yuwen's face. Then he said, “I am the ancestor of the South River Sect.”

Qing Yue’er was a little surprised. Since closing the first demon hole, no one had come. This was a top-class existence in Southern Tongxuan who had first come to meet him.

He bowed respectfully to the old man. “Xinyu greeting Ancestor ..”

“Yuwen Ming.”

It came back to surprise Qing Yue’er. He had heard that the Celestial Academy had an ancestor named Yuwen, that was Ancestor Yuwen Di. However, his name was never mentioned again and his whereabouts were unknown to even the elders.

“Maybe ...”

“Yuwen Ming and Yuwen Di are brothers and sisters,” Mo Jingtian said suddenly.

Yuwen Ming became astonished. He finally noticed the red-robed man sitting under the willow tree. There was confusion on his face. “You know it?”

Mo Jingtian looked straight at the old men. “Thousands of years ago your name and achievements shocked all of Tongxuan. How could I not know? Unfortunately, now not only do you get old, your name has even been forgotten.”

If it was someone else, they would probably be offended by those words. Not with Yuwen Ming. She had precisely felt an instinctive reverence just by hearing Mo Jingtian's words.

He looked down humbly. There was a special feeling that could not be explained when he saw the red-robed man. Like slaves who see kings, like people who see emperors, like humans who see gods.

Yuwen Ming let out a long sigh. “Really, that is the truth. Seeing people one by one leave was a sad thing. That is why some people prefer to isolate themselves so as not to see the death of anyone.”

“That's a good choice,” Mo Jingtian said gently. “However, when the world is confused, do not just sit still and close your eyes. Tongxuan is yours. People from the upper realms, who would care?”

“I will listen to this Master,” said Yuwen Ming without feeling offended.

Mo Jingtian stood up from his seat. He walked up to Yuwen Ming without any hurry. He looks calm and organized. The air around it began to undergo certain changes.

Faintly Qing Yue’er could see Mo Jingtian's footsteps studded with golden light. However, it disappeared quickly. Even the ends of her hair left a soft golden strand of light.

The river's flow suddenly slowed. The scorching sun seemed to soften his light. The trees, grasses, and wildflowers bowed in reverence.

Qing Yue’er's heart and feelings became trembling. This was the first time she had seen Mo Jingtian being enveloped with such majesty.

The man looked sacred and untouchable. He was more like the person drawn in the painting that grandfather Xie Song had stored in the ancestral hall of the Xie clan.

“Di Futian ..” Qing Yue’er muttered involuntarily.

Plash!

Suddenly Yuwen Ming fell to his knees. His body trembled with a paled face. “Surga …. This lowly man could not recognize a god. Please forgive me.”