The Eternal is depressed.

Feng Xiantian's consciousness slowly disappeared, and just at that moment, a change happened to his body. The Royal Dragon Marked Spirit Formation dispersed in an instant.

"What… How can you possess both an inherited bloodline, World Spirit Bloodline, AND a Divine Body?!" The woman sounded exasperated.

"Why...WHY… AFTER SO MANY MILLENNIUMS OF SEARCHING, why did the only one who had enough potential turn out to overwhelm my current power?!" She was on the verge of crying.

"Calm Down girl… There is still that I have yet to use!"

As part of a clan whose ancestor was extremely powerful and wide-known, how could she be so easily defeated??

A purple light emerged from the ground as her Spirit Power and the Divine Body's powers clashed together.

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A middle-aged man with a trimmed beard was sitting down on a peak of a mountain. His expression was empty, showing only calmness.

"Indra, why are you still looking toward the city we were staying a day ago?" A voice traveled into his mind.

"It couldn't be that someone actually managed to get your attention? Judging from your expression that does indeed seem to be the case…" The voice continued to speak and then laughter engulfed the voice.

"Who'd have thought that this tiny Realm would have someone capable of acquiring your attention… The successor I…" The voice disappeared the next moment.

Indra closed his eyes and sat with both his legs crossed with each other.

"Consider this as my last gift for a talented boy like you… Unfortunately, we will probably not see each other again." He hovered in the air and thrust a fist forward, unleashing an incredible amount of wind forward.

The roar of a dragon thundered out as the wind took the shape of a dragon and them golden Martial Power was added to the wind.

"If you manage to grow up… You can come to the Pure Lands…. There you can meet me." Indra muttered slowly as he took out a wheat hat to wear and disappeared into the horizon.

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*BANG*

The Royal-Cloaked Dragon Marked Spirit Power was pushed back by the Golden Dragon, giving her a difficult expression. "Just who wants for me to fail?! How many backers does this brat have?"

If you looked carefully, you could even see tears forming near the corners of her eyes, for a reason still unknown. Perhaps it was because of the difficult situation she was going through.

Although she had been sealed inside this Ancient Pillar for more than twenty-five thousand years, her physical age did not exceed twenty. As a prodigy of her clan, she was quite proud of herself, but even so, this had taken a toll on her mental health.

The power assaulting Feng Xiantian finally calmed down. In fact, he started to regain his consciousness the next moment. Seeing a person in tears certainly wasn't the way the socially awkward Feng Xiantian wanted to wake up to.

"Fine…" Feng Xiantian scratched his head as he fixed his position. His clothes were torn apart and were not in a good shape, so that was also something he was going to have to explain to his parents.

Noticing the very weird vibe she was giving, the woman shook her head and stood up. "Fine What?" She asked with a bit of an idea of what he meant.

"I agree to become your student… Only that you are not going to question my decisions in the future. How in hell are you going to even teach me anything from that pillar."

"It is not a pillar, this is my home since I've been a baby! It's a tower as well, just that the windows got crushed after the thousands of years."

"Don't dodge my question...Master?" Feng Xiantian's lips twitched as he spoke an unfamiliar word. In his first life, he had been a rogue cultivator, no one had taught anything of importance to him.

"Well all you need to do is refine this pillar and I can teach you everything I can until I fade away…" A bitter smile entered the face of his Master.

"You can call me Master Rou after all my name is Xuan Rou." She removed the bitter feelings from her smile as she introduced herself.

"You are going to eventually fade away right?" Feng Xiantian got straight to the point without any remorse.

Xuan Rou nodded, there was no sadness or similar emotions visible on her face covered in Dragon Marks. "My Body is not even a full consciousness, before I was sealed I only had a quarter of it, this means that the time I can use to remain in this form is only one fourth I could've done before."

"I estimate that I'll fade away in less than five years. It could be as soon as two years ago… If that happens you are free to give your World Spirit my Source Energy. Although it is only equivalent to a Martial Emperor due to my weakening, it should give her a decent boost."

Feng Xiantian nodded. There was no other reaction from him. "Do you perhaps… Have any kind of clothes for me to wear? Going back with worn out clothes doesn't seem the best thing for me to explain to my parents?"

Without another moment passing, Xuan Rou simply waved her sleeves and his clothes appeared to be as new as they could be. She had set up a Spirit Formation which could fool even Martial Lords easily.

Feng Xiantian couldn't help but smile a bit. Xuan Rou felt happy since after nearly twenty thousand years she could help someone. In fact, this could count as her first interaction with a human in nearly twenty thousand years.

"I'll be back tomorrow at the same time, we can talk then." Feng Xiantian stated as he turned his back. Black follow after him without any hesitation.

Xuan Rou replied almost immediately. "There is no need for us to wait until tomorrow to talk. I can establish a Spirit Link. We can before disappearing.

The boy nodded before jumping away. It was already getting quite late, his parents were probably a bit worried. During this conversation, Xuan Rou tried her best to hide her weakening for her disciple.

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"Who'd have thought that someone equivalent to the level of a Martial Immortal would be helping my disciple… I'll have to ask him about that person later." Xuan Rou looked at her Source Energy.

Originally it had been at the level of a Martial Ancestor, it had dropped to the level of a Martial Half-Ancestor to fight the black and gray/white flames and finally at that of a Martial Emperor when the Golden Dragon had attacked.

In fact if not for her quickly dispersing it, the Source Energy would have fallen to the level of a Martial Half-Emperor.

Xuan Rou sighed, she made a chair made out of Spirit Power to sit on and then started to slowly heal her wounds.

Alone.

After all...When had she ever had someone to accompany her isolated life in this tower?

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