Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses - Chapter 845: 837 Heavenly Suppressing Heroic Peak

Chapter 845: Chapter 837 Heavenly Suppressing Heroic Peak

The Son of Heaven Jie Yan has been suppressed!

This news was like a bombshell, shaking the world. The speed at which it spread was unprecedented.

All beings thought that a catastrophe was imminent, but unexpectedly, the Son of Heaven was suppressed. Without the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven’s forces were far from enough to shake the foundation of the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance.

Various forces began to investigate the news and dispatched cultivators to verify its authenticity.

The giant peak suppressing the Son of Heaven Jie Yan also got a name, known as the Heavenly Suppressing Heroic Peak.

Not even half a day after the Son of Heaven Jie Yan was suppressed, a Great Cultivator arrived nearby. In the days that followed, more and more cultivators came. His subordinates also came to see him, even trying to rescue him, but unfortunately, no matter what methods they used, they couldn’t pull him out of the mountain wall or destroy the Heavenly Suppressing Heroic Peak.

He became a joke of the world, his pride crushed.

He had undergone many reincarnations, all successful before, smoothly sailing in each life, never finding himself in such a predicament even when facing strong enemies.

Not only was he humiliated by his enemies, but he also lost hope of victory.

Coming to the Celestial Spirit Great World, he felt unprecedented difficulties. The Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance was too tenacious for him to defeat quickly. Now, he was encountered by Ancestor Master Wushi, who would suppress him for five hundred years.

Five hundred years!

The force he had built single-handedly would surely be uprooted by the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance.

He didn’t reveal that he was only suppressed for five hundred years, not because he didn’t trust Ancestor Master Wushi, but because he feared the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance would be ruthless. Moreover, he wanted to see how his recruited subordinates and the people viewed him.

On the mountain wall, the Son of Heaven Jie Yan hung his head, his white hair scattered like dried grass, motionless as if already dead.

At this moment, his heart was filled with anger and unwillingness.

He resented everything, resented Ancestor Master Wushi, and resented himself.

He could be sure that his suppressor was Ancestor Master Wushi; only Ancestor Master Wushi had such skill.

He hated himself for overly relying on his sword; despite things feeling off at the time, he still attacked the Female Alliance Leader.

The Son of Heaven Jie Yan’s mood grew increasingly gloomy. In the distance, a group of Great Cultivators from the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance watched him from afar, their brows furrowed, not laughing openly like other cultivators.

“Although he’s been suppressed, we simply cannot kill him. Over time, his hatred towards the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance will only deepen.”

“Indeed, but who exactly suppressed him?”

“Does the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance hide a presence we’re unaware of? He was struck from Alliance Leader Ji’s Little World, perhaps we could ask her.”

“Though he’s an enemy, watching him humiliated like this, I can’t help but feel uneasy.”

“True, although his actions are domineering, the Son of Heaven Jie Yan conducts himself with honesty and integrity, never hiding his intent in battles.”

The Great Cultivators discussed, though their words showed sympathy for the Son of Heaven Jie Yan, what they hoped for was his death.

Every day thereafter, beings came to observe, looking at the Son of Heaven Jie Yan’s plight. Most were merely astounded, curious, without deeper thoughts.

There were various theories about who had suppressed the Son of Heaven Jie Yan.

Most believed there was a hidden master in the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance because the Son of Heaven was suppressed after causing a commotion there.

Some mentioned Ancestor Master Wushi, but there was no direct evidence, and Ancestor Master Wushi never involved himself in internal conflicts of heaven and earth.

Five hundred years in the past seemed brief for the Son of Heaven Jie Yan, but now it felt endlessly tormenting.

Two hundred years later, the Son of Heaven Jie Yan remained embedded against the Heavenly Suppressing Heroic Peak, covered in dust and leaves, remnants of two hundred years of wind and rain.

Compared to two hundred years ago, the area was no longer as lively, and the Son of Heaven Jie Yan’s mindset had recovered somewhat, becoming numb.

No matter what, before regaining freedom, his anger would only harm himself.

Near midday, as the scorching sun shone down, sunlight cast on him, faint white mist began to rise from within him.

Suddenly.

A pebble fell from above, rolled down the mountain wall, hitting the Son of Heaven Jie Yan’s head.

The Son of Heaven Jie Yan remained unresponsive; he didn’t move at all.

At this moment, a shabby-clothed boy lay at the edge of the cliff above, cautiously peering downwards, but below were layers of clouds and mist, making it impossible to see any trace of living beings.

The shabby-clothed boy appeared to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in ordinary robes, face dirty, yet his eyes were lively and spirited.

“Where is the Son of Heaven…”

The shabby-clothed boy muttered, scanning his gaze around, but unfortunately, he couldn’t find the Son of Heaven, nor even a sparrow.

He sat up and started to pant.

Climbing the Heavenly Suppressing Heroic Peak took him ten whole days, his provisions and water long gone. Not only that, it took him three years to reach the Heavenly Suppressing Heroic Peak.

In those three years, he faced hardships, almost washed away by river waters, almost eaten by demons, and even captured by bandits who wanted to offer him as a sacrifice to Demon Cultivators.

As his excitement faded, unease began to set in.

If the legend of the Son of Heaven was false, wouldn’t he have come for nothing?

He wasn’t afraid of the journey back; he feared disappointing the people of his village.

The more he thought, the more he was afraid, finally hugging his knees and burying his face.

After an entire hour, he managed to regain his spirit, standing up, patting his face, then walking to the edge of the cliff to look down at the cloud sea below.

“Son of Heaven!”

He shouted using all his strength.

Though his voice was loud, in this vast world it didn’t carry far; distant cultivators observing the Son of Heaven Jie Yan heard it, but paid no attention.

Carrying on, the shabby-clothed boy repeatedly called the Son of Heaven’s name, his voice growing hoarse.

Hundreds of times later, his voice began to rasp, his legs trembled.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.

“Mortal child, why do you call me?”

A voice entered the shabby-clothed boy’s ear, causing him to joyfully raise his head and scramble up.

“Son of Heaven, where are you?”

The shabby-clothed boy endured the pain in his throat and asked.

“I am beneath the cliff; only by jumping can you see me.” The Son of Heaven Jie Yan’s voice was indifferent, devoid of emotion.

The shabby-clothed boy immediately approached the edge, looking down at the cloud ocean below, unable to see the land, resembling a boundless abyss.

“I wish to seek immortal cultivation, if successful, I’ll find a way to rescue you; can you teach me immortal cultivation?”

The shabby-clothed boy asked through gritted teeth, but unfortunately, this time he received no response.

He continued to inquire, but the Son of Heaven Jie Yan remained silent.

After hesitating for a long time, the shabby-clothed boy finally gritted his teeth and chose to jump off the cliff.

Embedded against the mountain wall, the Son of Heaven Jie Yan hung his head, as the shabby-clothed boy fell past him, stirring his hair, yet he still didn’t move.

The scene returned to silence, as if the shabby-clothed boy had never come.

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