Chapter 2310: Chapter 2358: The Saint Cannot Be Seen

The origin of all life?

Jiang Fan felt slightly bewildered.

What kind of tree was that exactly?

"As for the characters, they were the first form of writing between heaven and earth. A single character can evolve into an entire civilization," the Holy Angel’s voice transmitted once more.

Jiang Fan looked at the Quasi-Immortal Technique Poison Path in the sky and deeply agreed. A Quasi-Immortal Technique could very likely evolve into a medium-tier civilization like the Poisonous World.

After the questioning, the Holy Angel’s projection slowly dissipated, and his voice began to withdraw from Jiang Fan’s consciousness. "In these troubled times, the Northern Heavenly State will not keep you any longer. Return to your world..."

The Holy Angel was clearly issuing an eviction order. Having understood that Jiang Fan was merely a Sage, the Holy Angel had lost interest.

Jiang Fan frowned slightly. He hadn’t taken Chaoge away with him yet. However, with the Holy Angel personally giving the order, it would probably be very difficult for him to stay. He could only plan this out in the long run.

However, he still had one more question regarding the Primordial City. "Holy Angel, may I ask who the person under the tree was?"

The retreating dark shadow paused slightly. The Holy Angel’s fragmented voice became a bit more solid, even carrying a hint of confusion. "A person?"

Huh? Jiang Fan was taken aback instead. He wondered if his question was that strange.

The Holy Angel’s dark shadow fully returned. The voice projected into Jiang Fan’s mind became much clearer. "Did you say you saw a person?"

Jiang Fan nodded. "Yes. Could it be that you didn’t see him when you created the Quasi-Immortal Technique?"

This time, the Holy Angel remained silent for a full cup of tea’s time. If not for his dark shadow growing heavier, Jiang Fan would have thought he had already left.

Just as Jiang Fan couldn’t help but speak up to ask, the Holy Angel’s long-absent voice finally rang in his mind. But this time, his voice had become somewhat heavy.

"No," he said. "I have never heard of anyone seeing a living person in the Primordial City. That place has long been a land of absolute death."

What?

Jiang Fan’s eyes widened. Such a living, breathing person carving characters had never been seen by any Saint? Then what did he see?

"What did he look like?" the Holy Angel asked, his words carrying an unparalleled curiosity. He could sense that Jiang Fan wasn’t lying. This Human Clan member of the Virtuous Realm truly saw a creature that shouldn’t exist in the Primordial City.

Jiang Fan felt it was somewhat difficult to describe, so he raised a finger, using his power of a Sage to draw the figure’s appearance in the air. A peculiar Human Clan face was drawn out—its skin was covered in wrinkles, the face shape was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, resembling a dragon’s head, and it possessed four eyes.

"Just like this," Jiang Fan said, retracting his finger.

The Holy Angel’s probing gaze descended from the highest heavens. However, the moment it landed on the portrait, the drawing instantly collapsed into green fluorescence and pounced forward like a flame.

"AH!"

From the unseen depths, the Holy Angel’s scream of terror and agony echoed. A patch of snow-white Holy Angel Blood drifted down from the sky. Just as it was about to fall to the ground, it turned into five vibrant colors.

This caused the powerhouses of the Northern Heavenly State to be endlessly shocked.

"A Saint is injured!"

"What happened? Why is a slumbering Saint suddenly bleeding onto the mortal realm?"

The dark shadow in the secret room was also retreating rapidly.

Jiang Fan was extremely alarmed as he asked, "Holy Angel, you... what’s wrong with you?"

It took a long while for the Holy Angel to calm down. His voice was exceptionally solemn.

"I suffered a backlash from the Great Dao," he said. "That person can only be seen by you. We outsiders are forbidden from peering at his existence!"

Jiang Fan stood there, dumbfounded. A Saint took a single glance at a portrait of that dragon-headed, four-eyed person and suffered a backlash from the Great Dao? He wondered why he could not only see the real person but also casually draw him out.

Wait!

Jiang Fan’s eyes darted around. If he encountered a strong enemy in the future and suddenly drew this dragon-headed, four-eyed portrait for them, wouldn’t he be able to slay a Sage upon meeting one, and act as a Saint Destroyer upon encountering a Saint?

However, the moment this thought arose, a wisp of the Great Dao’s rhythm suddenly descended from the sky and swept across Jiang Fan’s body. The portrait of the dragon-headed, four-eyed person in Jiang Fan’s mind instantly became blurry.

The Holy Angel was shocked once again. "The Scar of the Great Dao? Human Clan member, what did you do? Why did you also attract the Great Dao?"

Jiang Fan was also somewhat dazed. This was his first time having his memory affected. Even the Void Divine Tree failed to block it! He haltingly voiced the fleeting thought he just had.

The Holy Angel fell completely silent. If he had manifested his true body, his expression at this moment would definitely be completely blank. What kind of Heaven-defying Divine Man could come up with such a tricky method to defeat enemies? Fortunately, even the Great Dao couldn’t stand it and directly erased his memory.

Little did he know, perhaps due to the existence of the Void Divine Tree, the memory wasn’t completely erased. It was merely somewhat blurred. If he were to draw it out, it would probably still possess the power to annihilate enemies.

After a long time, the Holy Angel finally withdrew his Heart Spirit.

"I hope that one day, you and I can meet in the real world. This Saint is very curious about you."

Having said that, the dark shadow and his consciousness completely withdrew.

Then, above the Purple Cloud Palace, the Holy Angel’s fragmented voice echoed.

"Disperse, all of you. Do not disturb."

The East Emperor, West Empress, Linglong, and other powerhouses revered him like a god, bowing one after another in compliance. Not daring to utter even a single word of inquiry, they all immediately used Instantaneous Movement to disperse.

The West Empress used Instantaneous Movement to return to the West Saint Palace. Looking toward the Purple Cloud Palace, she clutched her wildly pounding chest and muttered to herself, "Just what kind of existence have I encountered? To think that even the Holy Angel would act as a protector for him!"

Meanwhile, Linglong brought Xia Chaoge back to her own palace. Her face was full of excitement. "Mother wasn’t wrong, right? You really broadened your horizons this time. You saw the birth of a Quasi-Immortal Technique with your own eyes, and even saw the descent of our Holy Angel."

Xia Chaoge remained expressionless as she replied, "What does it have to do with us? You won’t get a single shred of that Quasi-Immortal Technique."

Linglong rolled her eyes at her. "Your mother isn’t a fool. How would I dare to covet a Saint’s Quasi-Immortal Technique? The only Quasi-Immortal Technique I obtained was that useless technique that damn Jiang Fan showed me, the one that only an Ancestor Dao Sage can cultivate."

Right at this moment, a series of charming giggles suddenly rang out from outside.

Linglong turned to look, grinding her teeth in anger. She saw a small, reddish-brown beast running swiftly through the air on its four little hooves. Behind it chased a group of beautifully dressed, gorgeous female Angels. The small beast’s face and back were covered in lip marks they had kissed onto it, and its body was draped with quite a few Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures they had given it.

"Little Qilin, let your big sister hug you again!"

"Running away after eating my treats, you cunning little thing!"

The expressionless Xia Chaoge covered her mouth and smiled. Ever since she brought the Little Qilin back to the Northern Heavenly State, it quickly became the most popular adorable pet in the Golden Holy City. Regardless of age, as long as they were women, none could resist its soft and cute charm.

Of course, Linglong was the exception, hating the pet by association with its owner. "This little thing has the exact same virtues as its master! It attracts a bunch of women wherever it goes!"

For once, Xia Chaoge didn’t argue. Her lips pursed into a slight smirk. "How could the title ’Gentleman of the Flowers’ be given for nothing?"

Immediately afterward, she smiled knowingly. In her mind, she couldn’t help but recall the days she spent with Jiang Fan on the Continent. Those memories were already very distant, but thinking back, it felt as if they were just yesterday. However, upon realizing that she would never see Jiang Fan again and that these memories would never be recreated, the smile on her face vanished without a trace.

Taking all this in, Linglong sighed silently and forced herself to perk up. "You’d better focus on the present. The East Emperor won’t let this go easily. He will definitely think of every possible way to possess you."

A trace of powerlessness welled up in her eyes. Living under the East Emperor’s rule, how could Xia Chaoge resist the East Emperor’s coercion? If only that Saint of the Purple Cloud Palace was willing to help, it would be great. But how could a mother and daughter like them ever hope to cling to such an existence?

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