Chapter 200: Cang Xuan Patriarch

While Zhou Yuan felt like crying due to the preferential treatment, Yaoyao raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the mysterious, youthful-looking being before her. "Do you know me?" she asked.

The handsome, ethereal youth smiled without answering, simply stating, "I know Cang Yuan."

"You know Master Cang Yuan?" Zhou Yuan was also taken aback, looking at the figure before him with surprise. "Senior, who are you?"

Although the youth before them appeared to be around their age, his ancient, profound eyes revealed him to be an incredibly old and powerful being.

The handsome youth thought for a moment, then chuckled, "I am that legendary fallen Saint... You can call me Patriarch Cang Xuan."

Zhou Yuan thought to himself, 'As expected,' realizing this youth was indeed the fabled fallen Saint.

"Of course, my current form is merely a wisp of spiritual light; my true body has already perished." Patriarch Cang Xuan said this with a calm smile.

"Why is Cang Yuan not with you?" Patriarch Cang Xuan asked, looking at Yaoyao.

A hint of sadness crossed Yaoyao's beautiful face. "Grandpa Hei was pursued by mysterious enemies, so he left," she replied.

Patriarch Cang Xuan's gaze sharpened slightly.

"Senior, do you know where I can find Grandpa Hei?" Yaoyao's bright eyes turned to Patriarch Cang Xuan. She had grown up relying on Cang Yuan, viewing him as a grandfather. Now that Cang Yuan's whereabouts were unknown, she was worried but didn't know how to search for him.

Patriarch Cang Xuan shook his head. "You don't need to worry about him. That old fellow is quite capable. He'll naturally come find you when he feels safe."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Yaoyao's eyes upon hearing this. She asked again, "Then, Senior, do you know about my origins?"

She had lived with Cang Yuan in an isolated space since childhood, never having contact with the outside world, and thus knew nothing of her true background. At the very least, she should have parents, right? Cang Yuan had never spoken to her about these matters, though Yaoyao hadn't been overly concerned about it.

Furthermore, where did those mysterious enemies, whom even Grandpa Hei feared, come from? She felt they were likely targeting her.

Patriarch Cang Xuan paused in silence for a moment before saying, "These things are difficult for me to explain. If the opportunity arises in the future, you will naturally come to know."

His words clearly evaded Yaoyao's questions.

So Yaoyao stopped asking further questions.

"Heh heh, have you two come here seeking my fortune?" Patriarch Cang Xuan chuckled, quickly changing the subject.

Yaoyao showed no particular reaction, so Zhou Yuan had to respond, "We followed the guidance of the Saint Tablet, overcoming challenges all the way here..."

Patriarch Cang Xuan smiled. "Would you like to hear my story?"

Before either of them could reply, he seated himself at the white jade table, waved his sleeve, and two stools formed from mist. "Come, come, sit down," he said enthusiastically.

Zhou Yuan and Yaoyao exchanged glances, then sat down.

Patriarch Cang Xuan looked at Zhou Yuan with a smiling gaze. "Cang Yuan's judgment isn't bad; he's taken on another good disciple. In all these years, it's the first time I've seen someone with such poor strength make it this far."

Zhou Yuan's face darkened. Was that a compliment or an insult?

Patriarch Cang Xuan, still smiling, gestured with his hand. Suddenly, mist gathered, swirling around them, and began to form images.

In the images, a figure stood suspended in the air, unmistakably Patriarch Cang Xuan.

Above Patriarch Cang Xuan's head, vast and endless Origin Qi surged, obscuring the sky and sun, making it impossible to imagine how powerful that Origin Qi truly was.

However, the Patriarch Cang Xuan in the vision wore an extremely solemn expression. In his arms, he seemed to be holding something that, upon closer inspection, resembled an infant.

At that moment, the heavens and earth in the vision suddenly tore apart, and endless lightning poured down, as if to destroy everything.

Amidst the boundless thunder, three seemingly endless rays of light descended from the sky, landing in three directions around Patriarch Cang Xuan. Within these three pillars of light, three figures could be vaguely seen standing mid-air.

They radiated divine light, inviolably majestic, possessing an indescribable loftiness, like deities.

Merely seeing those three faint figures made Zhou Yuan feel an overwhelming pressure envelop him, causing his very soul to tremble.

In the vision, an earth-shattering battle erupted. The three god-like figures assaulted Patriarch Cang Xuan, who fought fiercely against them, but ultimately, he was clearly outmatched.

At the last moment, Patriarch Cang Xuan tore open space and sent the infant in his arms away, while he himself was struck by the three god-like figures...

Patriarch Cang Xuan's body shattered, scattering into countless specks of light.

The vision ended there.

Silence hung around the white jade table. Zhou Yuan's face was filled with shock. Although no sound emanated from the vision, he still felt an indescribable pressure. Battles of that magnitude were truly world-shattering...

But who were those god-like figures, and why did they besiege Patriarch Cang Xuan?

"Do you know who the infant I protected was?" Patriarch Cang Xuan asked, a smile on his fair, youthful face as he looked at the two.

Before either could answer, he chuckled, his gaze resting on Yaoyao's exquisite face. "You are that infant."

Zhou Yuan's face was filled with astonishment, his ears ringing slightly.

The person Patriarch Cang Xuan had protected with his life was Yaoyao?

Yaoyao, beside him, suddenly clenched her jade-like hand. Her beautiful eyes held a bewildered expression, clearly having no memory of this.

"Senior, are you joking? If that infant was Sister Yaoyao, the timeline doesn't match," Zhou Yuan said with some difficulty.

Patriarch Cang Xuan had perished thousands of years ago, yet Yaoyao, according to Master Cang Yuan, had only lived with him in that isolated space for a little over a decade.

Patriarch Cang Xuan chuckled. "She is not ordinary, so don't view her as such. Of course, normally speaking, her age is indeed quite similar to yours."

Zhou Yuan was speechless. Yaoyao's background was clearly extremely mysterious and involved immense implications; otherwise, it wouldn't involve Master Cang Yuan and Patriarch Cang Xuan, these truly ancient and formidable beings.

Behind this lay a monumental entanglement.

"So... you're my savior?" Yaoyao murmured softly after a long silence.

Patriarch Cang Xuan smiled casually.

Yaoyao thought for a moment, then suddenly took out a wine cup. She then produced a jade gourd, carefully filled the cup with wine, and handed it to Patriarch Cang Xuan. "This cup of wine is to thank you, old sir," she said.

Although she didn't understand the full circumstances, regardless, the person before her had perished to save her, and Yaoyao could sense that he was not lying.

Patriarch Cang Xuan stared at the wine cup before him, paused in surprise, then chuckled. "I like this wine," he said.

He picked it up and drained it in one gulp, seemingly still wanting more.

Yaoyao looked at Patriarch Cang Xuan and asked again, "Who were those three figures who besieged you, old sir? They must have been targeting me, right? Grandpa Hei's departure should also be related to them, shouldn't it?"

"They are..."

Patriarch Cang Xuan's brow furrowed. After another long silence, he slowly uttered two words in a low, somber tone, words that seemed to carry an inexplicable pressure.

"The Sacred Race..."