Chapter 1357: Feather Spirit Sect
The old man was the only resident here, and Yang Yan couldn’t detect any cultivation on him, he seemed just like an ordinary person.
What he couldn’t comprehend was how an ordinary person could break through the encirclement of exotic beasts at the sea bottom and the frequently occurring terrifying storms to reach this place.
Even without those things, reaching this place would still be extremely difficult.
Even Yang Yan himself found it nearly impossible to come here without repeatedly using the wish power to boost his instant teleportation skill.
Initially wary of this mysterious elder, Yang Yan gradually got along well with him.
During his free time, Yang Yan would help the old man sun-dry fish and even go out to sea to catch fish.
Although Yang Yan had lost all his cultivation, he could still use his physical body and spiritual power.
If he wasn’t afraid of catching too much to eat, Lin Hai might not finish eating them all his life.
Thus, Yang Yan helped Lin Hai while secretly recovering from his injuries.
In the blink of an eye, over three months passed.
Yang Yan had reached the pinnacle of his current cultivation in terms of physical use, but unfortunately, the immortal power within him had still not been fully exhausted.
After three months of effort, Yang Yan had only consumed a third of it.
The only consolation was that particularly in the past few days, the speed of fusing immortal power had increased significantly.
However, Yang Yan still couldn’t figure out the intention behind the markings on the map for this location.
He could only guess that perhaps this island was the place where the other party originally practiced in seclusion.
He searched several times, leaving no trace unturned, but still found nothing.
Yang Yan continued to stay at Lin Hai’s home for a while, and when the immortal power within him was down to half, he prepared to leave.
He wasn’t originally so eager, but during this time, his supply of medicinal pills and related materials had been greatly depleted, forcing him to leave.
Lin Hai seemed to sense something, looking at Yang Yan with a sigh, "Ah, when I first met you, I noticed you were no ordinary person. Ordinary people can’t survive in this sea teeming with exotic beasts, let alone when I can’t sense any cultivation on you."
Before Yang Yan could say anything, Lin Hai walked out of the room to a cliff made of piled-up reefs, looking at the rolling waves before him.
Seeing his lonely figure, Yang Yan realized he was probably thinking of his deceased son.
Yang Yan naturally did not disturb him, but quietly took care of what Lin Hai often did in Ninghai.
At sunset, Lin Hai suddenly knocked on Yang Yan’s door.
As if nothing had happened, he warmly smiled at Yang Yan and said, "It’s getting late, let’s go have dinner!"
Yang Yan nodded silently, accompanying Lin Hai for what might be their last meal together.
It was as if Lin Hai had forgotten everything that happened yesterday, and chatted amiably with Yang Yan about interesting things from his youth.
Unintentionally, Lin Hai suddenly mentioned an unfamiliar sect—the Feather Spirit Sect.
Lin Hai recalled, "When I first saw you, you didn’t have a trace of spiritual power, which I found very strange. Yet you arrived here unharmed, so I knew you were extraordinary."
Yang Yan just smiled lightly without speaking.
In truth, he too felt that Lin Hai before him was not an ordinary person.
What was even stranger was that Lin Hai had no spiritual power fluctuations, and his physical strength wasn’t strong either.
All signs indicated that he was just an ordinary old man who had never engaged in any cultivation.
Lin Hai didn’t mind, taking a sip of the wine Yang Yan gave him, wiped his lips, and continued, "As a cultivator, it’s a shame I don’t have that kind of luck to cultivate. Otherwise, I would definitely go to the Feather Spirit Sect."
Yang Yan didn’t probe further into his words, but suddenly asked, "What kind of sect is the Feather Spirit Sect?"
Lin Hai’s eyes showed envy, "We are in a very small place within the Thousand Star Realm. Thousands of miles away from here is the Feather Spirit Sect."
"The Feather Spirit Sect is said to have been created by an immortal, leaving behind a legacy. It’s rumored they have a pill formula that can enable a mere mortal to ascend to immortality."
Immortal?
Yang Yan’s heart couldn’t help but stir.
However, he shook his head, somewhat mockingly saying, "If a single pill could make one immortal, why would people need to cultivate?"
Lin Hai chuckled lightly, "That’s merely a rumor, but there is a legend that is true. It’s said during a battle with an enemy, a sect leader of the Feather Spirit Sect annihilated the opponent, but became a mortal without cultivation himself."
"In the end, the Feather Spirit Sect pooled the entire sect’s resources to find many long-lost spiritual medicines and refined them into a pill according to that ancient pill formula."
Seeing that Yang Yan finally showed some interest, Lin Hai smiled and continued, "Once the sect leader took it, his cultivation immediately recovered, shaking the entire Thousand Star Realm. So this tale became a legend, passed down through time."
Yang Yan couldn’t help but give Lin Hai a deep look.
It was clear he intentionally told him this legend.
He suddenly considered, could it be that this elder before him encountered the same predicament as that sect leader?
Of course, since the other party didn’t want to say outright, Yang Yan didn’t press the issue, but inquired as thoroughly as possible about the legend of this immortal pill.
Half an hour later, Yang Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air, his face revealing a hint of longing.
Yang Yan was already convinced that this ancient pill formula might really exist.
Having been in the Vast Sea for a year, Yang Yan had longed to return to Wandering Dragon Star, handle related matters, and then visit Earth.
Once he truly recovers to the Divinity Transformation Realm, he should be able to break through the barrier between the present world and the Hidden World on Earth.
One purpose was to see Zhou Hanyun, Cai’Er, and the others, and another to ask if they were willing to join him on Wandering Dragon Star to embark on the cultivation journey.
It was now night, Yang Yan glanced at the navigational compass Lin Hai gave him, looked up at the starry sky, with eyes twinkling brightly.
Lin Hai told him that he had guessed a long time ago that Yang Yan was the one who obtained the map.
Otherwise, even knowing of this island, without a map, one would ultimately lose direction and be unable to reach this place.
And Lin Hai himself had stayed in this place for a thousand years, now his wish was fulfilled, he could peacefully embrace death.
Yang Yan respectfully placed the old man, whose face bore a smile of liberation, into the well-prepared grave, buried alongside his two sons, paid his respects, and then turned to leave.
On that day, a golden light streaked across the void above the sea.
The golden light, as seen, resembled an Immortal Palace.
But its speed was incredibly fast, leaving ripples in the air, disappearing in a flash.
Within this golden light, sat a person.
This person’s long hair resembled a waterfall, eyes reflecting the stars of the heavens, emitting profound radiance.
With a jade-like face and dressed in white robes, the flowing of his attire further accentuated his dashing presence.
Though appearing scholarly, he exuded an air of authority, full of commanding aura.
He was Yang Yan!