Jade Pool Holy Land.
An ancient, magnificent, and exquisitely crafted nine-story tower stood atop the mountain.
In front of the tall building was a massive stone tablet.
This stone tablet showed signs of weathering all over, appearing incredibly ancient.
On it, the words “Scripture Pavilion of the Holy Land” were prominently engraved.
The Jade Pool Holy Land has a long and rich heritage, with countless books and texts handed down through the ages.
It houses various collections of techniques and spells, as well as significant historical records of the cultivation world and accounts of legendary figures.
At this moment, every floor of the Scripture Pavilion, which could accommodate thousands of people, was filled with individuals searching for materials.
These people ranged from the elderly to the young, men and women alike, displaying a myriad of postures and forms.
Some had three heads and six arms, with each head and each pair of hands rapidly flipping through materials.
Others closed their eyes, but an eye grew in the center of their foreheads, shining with golden light, illuminating ancient texts.
The scene was filled with bizarre forms and remarkable abilities.
Moments later, Great Elder Wei Yuan emerged from the Scripture Pavilion, shaking his head as he said, “It makes no sense. I’ve searched through records spanning tens of thousands of years and found no mention of ‘black silk’…”
“What exactly is this black silk?”
Moreover, aside from black silk, he hadn’t found any mention of the other words revealed in the Immortal Emperor’s diary.
“What connection is there between ‘grass’, ‘transmigrator’, ‘golden finger’, ‘system’, ‘ancient grandpa’, and black silk?”
Wei Yuan summarized the recent discussions with the other elders and decided to report to the Holy Lord Yuan Ruoyu for clarification.
He hoped to glean some useful information from her as well, considering that she had interacted with the Immortal Emperor.
After a moment, in a hall resembling an immortal palace, Wei Yuan cupped his hands toward a figure in front and said, “Holy Lord, I’ve come to report about the deciphering of the diary.”
Wearing a simple gown, her eyes bright, Yuan Ruoyu spoke softly, “Have there been any breakthroughs? Let me hear it.”
Wei Yuan pondered for a moment:
“Based on the current clues, we can boldly speculate…”
“The Immortal Emperor might have originally been an ordinary person who, by chance, consumed a peculiar immortal grass and gained endless lifespan.”
Yuan Ruoyu furrowed her brows slightly, contemplating. What the Great Elder said indeed seemed plausible.
The Eastern Xuan continent was vast and boundless…
There were many records of various heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as strange immortal plants. Legends spoke of an elixir capable of granting ordinary cultivators immortality.
Of course, such immortal herbs are rare and cannot be sought after at will.
Yuan Ruoyu said, “Continue!”
Wei Yuan’s expression shifted, and he continued, “The Immortal Emperor named the longevity physique acquired after consuming the immortal herb as ‘Transmigrator.’
“So, we can temporarily refer to this herb as ‘Transmigrator Longevity Grass.’”
Following his line of thought, he added:
“As for the ‘golden finger,’ ‘system,’ and ‘ancient grandpa,’ combining them with the diary, they likely refer to some kind of supporting abilities! Or perhaps special techniques that correspond to the Transmigrator physique.”
Yuan Ruoyu nodded in agreement, praising, “Indeed, there is a possibility.”
She had engaged in deep exchanges and interactions with Lin Feng.
She understood him far better than the Great Elder, but at this moment, combining the Great Elder’s speculation, Yuan Ruoyu felt they were very close to the truth.
At that moment, Wei Yuan sighed with a mix of laughter and frustration, saying, “Yet this black silk, we’ve searched through ancient texts but still can’t figure out what it is.”
Yuan Ruoyu was silent for a moment before she said, “There’s no need to dwell on this; it could merely be something he was fond of—unrelated to his talents or cultivation.”
“Oh? What do you mean, Holy Lord?”
“Well, it’s just a guess.”
A strange glimmer flashed across Yuan Ruoyu’s face, quickly vanishing.
This was a recent memory; when Lin Feng had uttered the words ‘black silk,’ she recalled the environment and his demeanor at that time.
“That guy was looking at my feet the whole time…” Yuan Ruoyu thought to herself, “Could it be some kind of clothing worn on the feet?”
The more she thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.
Yuan Ruoyu was so certain because she recalled that aside from ‘black silk,’ Lin Feng had also mentioned many other strange words—odd phrases, unusual gestures…
These were things she’d never heard of before, thoughts she would never have considered.
Given the context in which he spoke these words, most were during their sweet moments together, leading her to determine they were likely unrelated to cultivation matters.
Of course, these things could never be revealed to outsiders, not even to the Great Elder.
Wei Yuan frowned in thought, ultimately nodding, “Perhaps that’s indeed a possibility, but regardless, I won’t feel at ease until I uncover what this black silk is!”
“It’s driving me restless!”
Yuan Ruoyu: “…”
The two exchanged a few more words before the Great Elder took his leave.
Yuan Ruoyu walked to the window.
The location of the Jade Pool Holy Land not only boasted rich spiritual energy, but its breathtaking scenery was also awe-inspiring.
However, at this moment, she had no interest in appreciating the beautiful view.
All that occupied Yuan Ruoyu’s mind were thoughts about Lin Feng, and his figure became increasingly clear in her mind.
Speaking of which— It had already been hundreds of years since they last met.
At that time, Lin Feng had come to bid her farewell, saying he was going to do something!
Something very dangerous that would affect the entire cultivation world.
Back then, Yuan Ruoyu had asked, “With your current cultivation, what could possibly make you feel threatened?”
“If there really is something, then let’s return to the Jade Pool Holy Land together!”
Although they had known and loved each other for thousands of years, Yuan Ruoyu had still been unaware that Lin Feng was the Immortal Emperor.
It wasn’t until the diary was revealed that she suddenly realized how many secrets Lin Feng was still hiding.
She clearly remembered Lin Feng’s response at that time: “This is something I must do alone!”
“I’ve been targeted; there’s no way out!”
“Even the Jade Pool Holy Land cannot protect me!”
At that time, Lin Feng had even looked at her meaningfully and asked, “If one day I become an enemy of the Jade Pool Holy Land, will you stand by my side?”
Yuan Ruoyu had been momentarily stunned but had nodded firmly.
However, she had never taken this matter to heart, thinking it was just an example Lin Feng had casually brought up.
She was the current Holy Lord of the Jade Pool Holy Land!
How could the Jade Pool Holy Land ever be an enemy to him?
But now, with the exposure of the diary revealing more information about Lin Feng, and with him still not appearing, Yuan Ruoyu began to feel an unsettling sensation in her heart.
Her concern for Lin Feng’s safety grew deeper.
Even though he was the Immortal Emperor, Lin Feng had looked more serious than ever that day.
“What exactly are you going to do?”
Yuan Ruoyu thought about it, feeling increasingly restless and lost.
After a long while, she finally retracted her gaze, a look of determination flashing in her eyes. A terrifying aura erupted as she spoke coldly: “Who are those people targeting you?”
When Yuan Ruoyu said this, her killing intent soared into the sky: “No matter who they are, as long as they dare to harm you, my Jade Pool Holy Land will not let them go, even at the cost of everything!”