The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1277: Tearful Holy Pearl

"It’s always good to have fruitful results. This time, calling you here wasn’t just to learn about your cultivation path. There’s another, more important reason."

The voice of the Spirit Venerable echoed once more.

A more important reason?

Ye Feng was instantly intrigued.

"I’m all ears."

He replied.

Whoosh!

A crimson-gold light shot out from the hall, momentarily illuminating its interior. Ye Feng could see the scene inside crystal clear.

The hall’s decorations were simple.

A curtain hung to shield the inside from prying eyes outside. Ye Feng could only vaguely make out a figure seated on a throne, the body shrouded in mist.

That was the Spirit Venerable!

Yet, Ye Feng couldn’t discern whether the figure was male or female—only that it was unusually tall. Even seated, the figure appeared taller than a standing human.

"That’s got to be at least 1.9 meters tall, right?"

Ye Feng murmured internally.

The next moment.

The crimson-gold light approached, transforming into a thumb-sized treasure bead etched with cloud-like, totemic patterns that seemed to radiate Daoist aura.

Ye Feng immediately activated the Eye of Insight.

[Name: Tearful Holy Pearl]

[Grade: Tenth Layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm]

[Description: A sacred artifact personally refined by the Spirit Venerable. It can enhance blood vitality recovery and nourish the essence, effective for cultivators at the twentieth layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm and below.]

Upon seeing this, Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

"Could this be for me?"

"Hiss!"

"The Tearful Holy Pearl is a Supreme Treasure of the Tenth Layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm, and the Spirit Venerable simply handing it over—it feels far too valuable."

"Should I really accept it?"

Ye Feng’s mind raced with doubts.

Then, the Spirit Venerable said, "Ye Feng, this bead is the Tearful Holy Pearl. It can nourish the essence and enhance the recovery of Vitality Origin Essence. Keep it safe and, when you return to the Misty Sect, do me the favor of delivering it to the Tyrant Emperor."

Ye Feng extended his hand, ready to receive the Tearful Holy Pearl. But upon hearing the mention of "Tyrant Emperor," his pupils contracted.

"Hm?!"

His eyes immediately filled with profound shock, but he managed to suppress his emotions swiftly.

Thanks to his miniature universe, Ye Feng’s aura remained undetectable, perfectly concealing his true feelings—a relief.

"Tyrant Emperor?" Ye Feng shook his head. "I don’t understand what you mean, senior."

The Tyrant Emperor was still healing.

To Ye Feng, it was far too early to reveal the Tyrant Emperor’s situation—it might alert outsiders, bringing disastrous consequences.

"No need to worry."

The Spirit Venerable spoke again, "I can sense that the Tyrant Emperor has reconstructed his body. This was something I deduced when you were gathering his remnants."

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng remained silent.

He deliberated whether he should confess the truth to the Spirit Venerable.

Moments later.

Ye Feng let out a deep breath, grasping the Tearful Holy Pearl in his hand as he looked toward the hall. "So, senior Spirit Venerable already knew everything."

The Spirit Venerable spoke tenderly:

"I share a special contract with him—whether he lives or dies, I sense it clearly."

"Ten thousand years ago."

"The battle was perilous. He was torn apart and suppressed by powerful adversaries, causing a brief disruption in our connection. I once believed he had truly fallen."

"But our bond eventually reconnected."

"Although we couldn’t communicate, at the very least, I knew he was alive, spared from death."

"It wasn’t until your appearance that our connection grew stronger. I could perceive his aura gradually intensifying—it thrilled me beyond measure."

"Thanks to this, I understand—it was you who saved him. Isn’t that correct?"

Ye Feng gave no response.

To him, more words would be redundant, for any explanation would be unnecessary—the Spirit Venerable already knew the Tyrant Emperor was alive.

The question was mere pretense—a way for the Spirit Venerable to voice her thoughts aloud.

"Deliver the Tearful Holy Pearl to him."

"I eagerly anticipate his victorious return."

"In this world, aside from the Ancient Emperors, countless hidden enemies still exist. Without his presence, it will be challenging to face the impending threats."

"Ye Feng."

"Thank you for your efforts."

"On behalf of the Tyrant Emperor, I thank you."

With those words, a storage ring floated out, hovering before Ye Feng.

"Inside are cultivation techniques, divine skills, spells, spirit stones, sacred arms, heavenly materials and earthly treasures—everything you may need."

The Spirit Venerable’s voice echoed again.

Ye Feng’s consciousness ventured into the storage ring, where he saw an abundance of rare treasures—the sheer number of saint-level divine powers far surpassed a hundred, truly formidable.

The millennium divine medicines alone were quantified in the tens of thousands.

The worth of these items was beyond measure!

"Thank you, senior!"

Ye Feng accepted without hesitation.

Even if he couldn’t use everything inside, his sect’s disciples and elders could benefit from them.

Any excess could be deposited into his miniature universe as cultivation resources for certain treasure lands—or directly refined into World Origin to strengthen his miniature universe.

"There is nothing more for now. If you’re in a hurry, you may leave as you wish."

The Spirit Venerable spoke in a composed tone.

"Senior, I’d like to visit your Saint Spirit Sect Scripture Pavilion and have a look at the books." Ye Feng replied casually.

The Saint Spirit Sect Scripture Pavilion was renowned for its extensive collection, said to surpass all hegemon-level powers. Ye Feng naturally wanted to explore it thoroughly and absorb its knowledge.

"I’ll have Ning Yu accompany you."

The Spirit Venerable agreed.

Moments later.

In front of the Saint Spirit Sect Scripture Pavilion.

Ning Yu and Ye Feng arrived side by side.

"Sect Master Ye, this is our Saint Spirit Sect’s Scripture Pavilion," Ning Yu said, gesturing towards the grand hall ahead.

The structure stood a hundred meters tall and stretched two hundred meters in both length and width. Its exterior bore numerous ancient carvings—depictions of ancient beasts and ancient runes.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion.

Ye Feng found the interior as vast as it appeared from the outside, lined with countless bookshelves. Based on a rough calculation, the number of ancient texts here might well surpass a billion.

"Truly worthy of the Saint Spirit Sect."

"The collection here is likely a hundred times more extensive than most holy lands." Ye Feng exclaimed.

The Pavilion’s ancient texts were true treasures.

Any single book could spark brutal conflicts among cultivators in the Void Break Realm.

"Sect Master Ye, please!"

Ning Yu pointed to nearby shelves. "If you need anything, feel free to ask me."

"Alright."

Ye Feng nodded and stood before a massive set of shelves, beginning to browse.

...

In the depths of the starry sky.

A figure was bathing in the infinite lightning from a Heavenly Tribulation. By sheer force of power, they forced the tribulation back, emerging unscathed.

Soon after.

The figure landed into a Thunder Pool, devouring its energy to consolidate their cultivation. The ten strands of Laws within them grew increasingly solid, resembling ten True Dragons.

"Hah!"

"Finally achieved the Supreme Saint Realm."

Shangguan Shenyu exhaled deeply, stepping out from the Thunder Pool and into a grand and majestic hall. He saw Situ Ding, Xin You, and other disciples of the Ancient Emperor seated there.

"Senior Brother, Senior Sister, I’ve broken through."

Shangguan Shenyu smiled.

"Well done!" Situ Ding praised. "Junior Brother, you’ve now formally embarked on the path of cultivation. Congratulations!"

"Junior Brother, your path to the peak begins now." Xin You echoed approvingly.

The Supreme Saint Realm—a true commencement of cultivation.

At this realm, everything diverged from prior stages. Only by comprehending the Laws could one’s cultivation progress, marking it as a true watershed.

The Supreme Saint Realm was extraordinary.

If one’s perception proved monstrous enough, enabling rapid comprehension of the Laws, breakthroughs could come at a remarkably swift pace.

"Senior Brother, to celebrate, why don’t we tour the Three Thousand Realms?"

Shangguan Shenyu suggested with a laugh.

"Oh?" Situ Ding raised an eyebrow. "Junior Brother, what are you implying?"

"I think it’s time to announce the existence of the Number One Divine Sect, and let the cultivators beyond tremble."

Shangguan Shenyu smirked with sinister intent.