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The detailed conversation between Feng Xia and the Bitter Bamboo Sword God lasted for a full day and night.

It wasn't until the conversation ended that the newly appointed acting head of the Xuanhuang Sacred Palace suddenly realized a problem: "How many times was I interrupted today?"

He racked his brains for a long time, but still couldn't come up with an accurate number!

Is he crazy?!

Even with the Dao heart of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, recalling the conversation of the past day, he felt an urge to cover his face and disappear into the ground on the spot.

"This Wind God General is exceptionally knowledgeable. To be able to sit down and discuss philosophy with him would truly be a great pleasure in life..."

As he spoke, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God could no longer continue.

He strongly suspected that even during normal discussions, Feng Xia would constantly interrupt people, leaving them speechless for a long time!

What's the point of discussing morality then? Let's fight first!

—This is the most likely outcome in the end.

“However, this Fellow Daoist Feng’s strength…” The Bitter Bamboo Sword God’s eyelids twitched, “is simply a bit too strong…”

His conversation with Feng Xia was certainly not just a conversation.

The open and covert confrontations still exist.

Even though there was no physical fight, it was essentially a battle without gunfire. Apart from the lack of life-threatening danger, the level of peril was still quite astonishing!

"I used almost all my strength to block it, but Fellow Daoist Feng looks so calm and collected. I wonder how much power you actually used."

After calming himself down, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God got up and headed back towards the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain.

Along the way, many people greeted the new lord with utmost respect.

"The new Lord of the Palace has discerning eyes and can shatter the Blood Demon with his sword. If it weren't for him, the entire Holy Palace would have been doomed!"

"He did it for the safety of the South, and for the greater good of all living beings!"

"It turns out we misunderstood him before. The reason he turned against the old lord was simply because he sensed something was wrong!"

Whispers of admiration could be heard from time to time among the crowd.

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God remained expressionless, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. He narrowed his eyes, channeling his magic power to block out the praise from the outside world.

Not long after, he returned to the depths of Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain.

The lord's residence is located here.

This area is usually shrouded in Xuanhuang Qi, which is difficult even for a true god to break through. Unless the current lord of the manor grants permission, no one can venture into the depths of Xuanhuang Qi.

Despite being the master of the Xuanhuang Sacred Mansion, his residence was quite ordinary.

An ordinary house, if placed in the outside world, would probably be hard for anyone to believe that it is the residence of a ruler of a prefecture, a true god!

However, for the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, this is his home.

He grew up here, received the old lord's teachings here, even achieved godhood here, and also set out his plan against the Lord of the Blood Demon here.

A month ago, he also killed the old manor lord here.

Even after returning to a familiar place, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God still did not put down the sword in his arms. He held the sword and wiped it for a long time before going to the back of the house.

There is a small mound there, with a tombstone standing there.

There was no name on the tombstone, but he knew it was his father's grave.

The old lord sacrificed his life and reputation to make the new lord a success, giving him unparalleled prestige as soon as he took office, enabling him to implement all his plans!

However, in that case, the old manor lord would be burdened with a bad reputation, and no one would be able to erect a monument for him.

He could only erect such a cenotaph behind his own house.

"However, Fellow Daoist Feng, you still misunderstood one thing."

Ku Zhu's face was filled with sorrow as he murmured, "My father did not commit suicide. I did kill him with my own hands. My sword struck his soul precisely."

After offering incense to the old mansion lord, he continued walking deeper into the area.

The first thing that catches the eye is a stone statue.

The stone statue has no facial features; it looks somewhat like a person curled up in a ball, as if it were a stone embryo.

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God swung his sword, the blade flashing, and some stone pieces peeled off and rolled all over the ground.

He carved six orifices into the stone body, with one orifice yet to be formed.

However, his actions seemed to have caused some kind of anomaly; the primordial yellow energy above suddenly surged and fell towards the stone embryo.

Gradually, the stone seemed to gain a luster.

After doing all this, Ku Zhu sheathed his divine sword and walked forward unhurriedly.

The sorrow on his face lessened considerably at that moment.

Behind his residence, the manor lord, lay a space larger than anyone could have imagined!

The primordial energy of Xuanhuang is incredibly wondrous. It is one of the earliest primordial energies to emerge after the creation of heaven and earth, and it can almost evolve into all things in the world!

Space, naturally, is also included.

Upon arriving here, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God couldn't help but feel nervous, his expression serious, and his heartbeat quickening involuntarily.

Suddenly, the scene before his eyes completely changed.

As if he had left the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain in an instant and crossed an unknown distance of time and space, a small bamboo dwelling in the forest appeared before Kuzhu's eyes.

The dwelling was not large; strictly speaking, it was merely a thatched hut.

However, this place has babbling mountain springs, lush bamboo forests, a sparse patch of farmland, and an old man fishing.

Strangely, there was no fishhook on the old man's fishing line.

"Fishing for fate, those who are willing will take the bait."

Sensing the appearance of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, the old man let out a long sigh, smiled and turned around to look at the young man: "Young fellow of the human race, you have come to visit this old man again."

"Junior Kuzhu pays respects to senior."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God dared not be presumptuous and quickly bowed to the old man.

The old man chuckled and waved his hand, forcing a smile on his wrinkled face: "You don't need to call me senior. There are billions of living beings in the world. We are all fellow Daoists who have come to this world. It's just that I am a few years older than you, so I added the word 'junior' to my name."

“That may be true, but your realm is higher and your strength is greater than mine. It is only right that I address you as a senior,” the Bitter Bamboo Sword God insisted.

"Realm? Old man, you are a being born from the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain, so there is no such thing as realm for you." The old man continued to shake his head with a smile.

"But your strength..."

"Strength is strength, and realm is realm; they should not be confused."

The old man chuckled, his gaze distant, and said calmly, "If we're really talking about cultivation level, I haven't even opened a single divine wheel. Essentially, I'm just an ordinary mortal who hasn't cultivated."

"If we only consider strength, the old man is probably a god-level being."

"But if the God Lord really came, he wouldn't be able to do anything to me. Even beings stronger than the God Lord could only stare helplessly at the old man."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God was helpless.

The old man was not an ordinary being, but a holy spirit born from the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain. It could be said that the old man was a primordial god!

“In that era, a sage once said that the essence of realm is to guide the direction of progress, not to limit your steps forward.”

"If you insist on pursuing higher levels in everything, you will only hinder your progress."

"Broaden your horizons, step outside your own perspective to see the world, and you will gain many new experiences."

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God forced a few words of agreement before raising the crucial question: "Senior, did you glean any clues from Feng Xia?"

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Chapter 0912

Apart from the successive masters of the Xuanhuang Sacred Palace, no one knew that the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain had an owner.

However, the master of this place is not the Xuanhuang Sacred Mansion, but the Xuanhuang Elder in front of us!

The first master of the Holy Palace found the Xuanhuang Holy Mountain and borrowed land from the Xuanhuang Elder, which led to the establishment of the Xuanhuang Holy Palace in later generations.

The Xuanhuang Elder was extremely powerful, claiming to have reached the level of a god.

His realm was even more profound and unfathomable; even at the level of the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, he still could not understand the other party's deeper meaning.

The only saving grace is that the Old Man Xuanhuang harbors no ill will toward the Holy Mansion.

On the contrary, he also provided a lot of help in the process of establishing the Holy Palace.

Seeing them busy with their work reminded him of his hometown and the passionate years he had spent there.

At that time, the Bitter Bamboo Sword God, who had not yet become a god, asked about the old man Xuanhuang's homeland and about his youth.

The old man replied: Tens of millions of years have passed, and I can't remember many things.

The Bitter Bamboo Sword God was horrified, feeling even more deeply the unfathomable depth of the old man.

Tens of millions of years?

Even the gods don't live that long!