Chapter 2384 Reverence, Request

What amazing eyes these are!

A long river of time, spanning ancient and modern times, rippled in his eyes, encompassing the cosmic star map and all the myriad paths of the universe.

At times, it is like a black hole, capable of swallowing up stars from all corners of the world.

It sometimes appears as yin and yang, containing endless mysteries.

The moment Chen Qingyuan opened his eyes, his majestic power was fully displayed, shaking the heavens.

Pan Ran exchanged a glance with Chen Qingyuan, then instinctively gripped the bronze sword tighter, as if he were being stared at by a terrifying beast; his whole body tensed, and his heart was filled with unease.

Pan Ran had initially been somewhat confident that if he fought with all his might, he could give Chen Qingyuan a fair fight. However, after that one glance, he received a definitive answer.

I am certain to lose in a battle against Chen Qingyuan.

They could barely withstand even a glance from the other party, let alone compete with them.

Even though he knew he was no match for them, Pan Ran still assumed a fighting stance.

A top-tier emperor, facing a quasi-emperor, was on high alert, looking tense. If this had happened in the past, no one would have believed it.

Such an absurd scene could not even be written in a storybook, yet it has truly unfolded on the grand stage of today.

This is an unprecedented golden age for the Daoist sects.

The more terrifying Chen Qingyuan was, the more bitter Pan Ran felt. She couldn't help but recall her conversation with Lu Hansheng. She never expected that reality would be just as Lu Hansheng had said, leaving her feeling suffocated, as if a giant hand was locking her throat, and the feeling of suffocation was becoming increasingly intense.

"Fellow Daoist, please take a seat."

After glancing at him for a few moments, Chen Qingyuan slowly parted his tightly closed lips, uttered a true incantation, and the Dao Lotus bloomed.

As soon as he spoke, a pale white futon appeared in the void before him, formed by various imperial true patterns, mysterious and boundless.

Pan Ran, who was prepared to fight to the death, felt a slight tremor in his tense heart when he heard Chen Qingyuan's invitation. He hesitated for a moment, but still decided to move forward.

I walked to the meditation cushion and slowly sat down.

The surrounding area was covered with imperial patterns, which transformed into flowing water one moment and into arcs with a few rays of rosy light the next.

Unpredictable and ever-changing.

Chen Qingyuan sized up the visitor, expressionless, and introduced himself in a flat tone: "Chen Qingyuan."

Even while seated, Pan Ran kept his bronze sword firmly in his hand, not daring to loosen his grip even for a moment. Holding the sword tightly gave him a sense of security: "Pan Ran."

"Where did it come from?"

Chen Qingyuan spoke in a very indifferent tone, without any imposing manner, yet he gave people an unyielding sense of pressure that permeated every inch of their soul.

Observing Chen Qingyuan's appearance up close and sensing the unfathomable fluctuations in his aura, Pan Ran's expression turned solemn. After pondering for a moment, he truthfully replied, "Li Xuan Realm."

"Li Xuan Realm..." Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyes slightly and murmured several times. Then, he looked up at Pan Ran again and asked, "What is the scenery like in Li Xuan Realm? Could you please describe it in detail, fellow Daoist?"

If it were anyone else, Pan Ran would have been indifferent and ignored them. However, the person asking the question was Chen Qingyuan, which put a lot of psychological pressure on Pan Ran, making it difficult for him to refuse.

If Pan Ran had come to China a few hundred years earlier, he might have been able to put up a few fights with Chen Qingyuan. Now, it's much more difficult.

On the surface, Pan Ran has reached the late stage of the Emperor's Path realm, only one step away from the peak. However, this step may be one he can never take in his entire life.

"The vast universe of the Lixuan Realm is mainly divided into eight major regions..."

For the next hour or so, Pan Ran gave a detailed account of the overall situation of the Li Xuan Realm, including the division of power, the number and origin of races, historical figures, and so on, without holding back any information.

When chatting with Ji Fushuang, Pan Ran only said a few things casually, just to get it over with, too lazy to say more.

At this moment, he faced Chen Qingyuan with utmost seriousness, not overlooking a single detail.

After he finished speaking, he even took out a blank jade slip and engraved everything he had just said into it. He also drew thousands of pictures, including the appearance of ethnic groups that were not found in China, various representative buildings, strange and wonderful items, and so on.

The other party's attitude made it hard for Chen Qingyuan not to feel some goodwill. He accepted the jade slip and sincerely thanked them, saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoist."

Observe the vast world and comprehend the way to transcend the limitations of the Chinese land.

The first step for Chen Qingyuan is to see the real world clearly so that he can clear away the fog ahead and find the right direction for himself.

"I have a request."

Pan Ran's friendliness stemmed from both an overwhelming sense of awe towards Chen Qingyuan and a ulterior motive.

Not long ago, when he clashed with Lu Hansheng and others, he referred to himself as "I, the Lonely One." Now, as he spoke face to face with Chen Qingyuan, his overwhelming murderous aura was suppressed within him, and his majestic imperial power was as gentle as water, without a ripple.

Chen Qingyuan smiled and said, "Please go ahead."

"I learned of you as soon as I entered the Divine Land. I thought you were just ignorant and didn't know what the Great Emperor meant, so I compared you to the Great Emperor. But after meeting you today, I realize how shallow my knowledge was, like a frog at the bottom of a well."

Pan Ran's words fully acknowledged Chen Qingyuan's talent and made him feel inferior. He was very honest and admitted that he hadn't taken Chen Qingyuan seriously at first.

He continued, "I would like to test my sword skills with you, sir. Would that be permissible?"

Standing here, Pan Ran felt a tremor deep in his soul, knowing that he had no chance of winning against Chen Qingyuan.

Knowing the outcome, he still wanted to confront Chen Qingyuan, to personally experience Chen Qingyuan's strength, and to face his inner fears head-on, without allowing himself to back down in the slightest.

Those who seek the Way should face difficulties head-on and not retreat because of any hardships.

For this, one would be willing to give up one's life without regret.

Pan Ran has come this far because he knows he has committed too many killings. No matter what his final fate may be, he should face it with equanimity.

"Can!"

How could Chen Qingyuan refuse such a request?

Upon hearing Chen Qingyuan's agreement, Pan Ran's tense face revealed a smile.

"The sword is named Azure Dust."

Then, Pan Ran placed the bronze sword horizontally in front of him and gently rested it on his lap. He lowered his eyes and stroked it, reminiscing about the past.

"I have practiced swordsmanship since childhood and have proven my path through killing. I have killed hundreds of millions of living beings. By rough calculation, I have lived for more than 58,000 years."

As a sword cultivator, one only introduces oneself and solemnly states the name of one's sword during the most serious moments.

This is about respecting your opponent, and also about respecting yourself.

"Five thousand years ago, I comprehended a new sword intent, hoping to one day make further progress. However, after years of arduous training, I have made no progress."

Pan Ran continued speaking.

According to him, once he fully comprehends the sword intent, he will most likely reach the pinnacle of the Emperor's Path and become a truly supreme sword emperor who can stand proudly for all eternity.

"I named it Mingxia!"

When he spoke of the supreme sword intent he had comprehended, Pan Ran slightly puffed out his chest, speaking slowly yet forcefully.