“Meng Qi?” Though Lan Xiaobu had obtained three Seven Realms Stone realm flags, he’d never heard of this Meng Qi.
The Eternal Night Saint nodded, “Yes, Meng Qi was immensely powerful. However, before he could prove himself as a Creation Saint, he was ambushed by several powerhouses. There’s another theory: Meng Qi never actually obtained the Seven Realms Stone. It was only after reaching the Eternal Life Realm that he found and refined a few of its realm flags. He intended to claim the Seven Realms Stone after proving himself a Creation Saint, but he was ambushed. Strangely, after the ambush, the Seven Realms Stone appeared.”
Lan Xiaobu looked at the Eternal Night Saint with puzzlement, “That’s odd. Isn’t eternal life proven in the Eternal Life Realm? If Meng Qi built the Seven Realms Hall and proved his path with the Seven Realms in this planar domain before achieving eternal life, doesn’t that mean he already had the Seven Realms Stone? So how could he be ambushed for nearly obtaining it while proving Creation Eternal Life? That’s my first question. The second is, if Meng Qi had the realm flags, they shouldn’t have ended up scattered, right?”
This was what baffled Lan Xiaobu. If he’d obtained the realm flags and been ambushed, they’d remain in his Longevity Realm, not out in the open. Yet he’d encountered five Seven Realms flags—and claimed three of them.
Stumped by Lan Xiaobu’s questions, the Eternal Night Saint faltered. His information was hearsay, not precise. Fortunately, the Blood River Saint stepped in, “I heard about this from my master. In truth, Meng Qi never possessed the Seven Realms Stone from start to finish. He knew its location, hid it, and used that to prove the Seven Realms Path, which led him to build the Seven Realms Hall.
“But Meng Qi’s lifelong wish was to claim the Seven Realms Stone. After entering the Eternal Life Realm, he obtained the third realm flag. At that moment, he sensed the opportunity for Creation. As he was proving himself a Creation Saint, he was ambushed. The leader of the ambush was formidable—my master didn’t know why they didn’t wait until Meng Qi had all seven flags. After the ambush, the flags weren’t taken. Before dying, Meng Qi entrusted the three flags to three clan disciples and used supreme divine abilities to send them out of the Eternal Life Domain.”
“Your master is the Yellow Spring Ancestor, right? He can send messages here?” Lan Xiaobu asked.
The Blood River Saint nodded, “Yes. Strictly speaking, my master controls this planar domain. But that has nothing to do with me—everything in the Yellow Spring Holy Path is managed by my senior brother, the Yellow Spring Saint.”
The Eternal Night Saint suddenly added, “Obtaining three Seven Realms Stone realm flags is essentially the same as having all seven. The inheritance left in the Seven Realms Hall states that with three flags together, you can locate the fourth. From there, you can find the fifth, sixth, and seventh.”
He glanced at the Samsara Saint. “That’s why my Eternal Night Abyss had people stationed at the Seven Realms Hall, waiting for someone seeking the Seven Realms Saint’s inheritance. That’s how we captured Friend Samsara.”
The Samsara Saint spoke, “Dao Lord, I investigated this too. Indeed, after the Seven Realms Saint fell, the Seven Realms Stone appeared. But when it did, it could only be used for teleportation—not refined or taken away. I’ve used it to teleport more than once. The reason is that while the stone appeared, its realm flags went missing. It wasn’t until after the Cataclysm of Annihilation that the Seven Realms Stone vanished again.”
Lan Xiaobu turned to the Eternal Night Saint, “Was Meng Qi human or dragon?”
The Eternal Night Saint quickly replied, “Meng Qi wasn’t human—he was a dragon clan powerhouse.”
Lan Xiaobu nodded and looked at the Blood River Saint, “Friend Blood River, when Meng Qi sent his three disciples with the three realm flags to escape, those clan disciples were dragons too, right?”
The Blood River Saint confirmed, “Yes, they were indeed dragon clan. I’ve heard two of them stepped into the Creation Eternal Life Realm, while the third was half-step Creation Realm. In our planar domain, it’s said you, Eternal Night Saint, are half-step Eternal Life—half-step Creation Realm. But I know you haven’t touched Creation, and in this domain, no one can. So unless it’s in the Eternal Life Realm, any half-step Eternal Life is a sham.”
The Eternal Night Saint’s face grew awkward. He’d been hailed as the closest to Eternal Life in this domain, yet the Blood River Saint gave him no face, bluntly stating he hadn’t touched Creation. He couldn’t argue—until now, he didn’t even know what Creation was.
If he’d felt defiant before, Lan Xiaobu’s single divine technique tearing through his domain and temple silenced him.
Lan Xiaobu pieced it together. When he’d obtained the second realm flag, he’d seen a ten-thousand-zhang grey dragon. Its mere aura had pinned him in place—something no Ninth-Turn Saint could do. That dragon was likely an Eternal Life being.
Combining the Blood River and Eternal Night Saints’ words, he vaguely guessed this grey dragon was one of Meng Qi’s dispatched disciples. And Mi Ji, who’d left a jade slip in Tian Street, had mentioned a terrifying black dragon—likely another of Meng Qi’s disciples. Both were sent to retrieve the realm flags, carrying them too.
Clearly, the grey dragon had fallen, which was how he’d gotten the second flag. The first and third were now his too, suggesting the black dragon and third disciple hadn’t survived either. Otherwise, how would the flags end up in the Seven Realms Desert?
Though he’d grasped some truths, Lan Xiaobu grew warier of Eternal Life Saints. He’d once tried modelling the grey dragon’s path laws with the Cosmic Dimension Model, like the Great Star Technique, but failed. This made him realise that anything tied to Eternal Life laws couldn’t be modelled—at least not until he reached that realm.
Lan Xiaobu stood, “Thanks, both of you. I’ll take my leave.”
He needed to find the Seven Realms Stone realm flags.
The Blood River Saint hurriedly said, “Brother Lan, I have a humble request. If you find the Seven Realms Stone, could you take me to the Eternal Life Realm?”
Lan Xiaobu paused, then understood—Blood River wanted to be his subordinate.
Seeing Lan Xiaobu hesitate, the Blood River Saint quickly added, “I, Chun Yingsheng, swear on my path: as long as it doesn’t harm my path, I’ll fight for Lan Xiaobu’s words and will with my life. If I break this oath, may my soul perish.”
As his words fell, a breath of law condensed and fused into his path’s charm.
Lan Xiaobu thought, *This guy’s ruthless—swearing first without hedging. He genuinely wants to follow me.*
Hearing the Blood River Saint’s oath, the Eternal Night Saint stood without hesitation and swore the same. Before meeting Lan Xiaobu, such an oath would’ve been unthinkable. But now, he knew Lan Xiaobu was destined to become an Eternal Life Saint—a terrifyingly powerful one. To reach the Eternal Life Realm, he had to follow Lan Xiaobu—there was no other hope.
The Samsara Saint chuckled inwardly. His decisiveness had paid off. With his strength, he wouldn’t have qualified to follow Lan Xiaobu otherwise.
As Qingmu Saint Jiao Qingxu opened his mouth to speak, Lan Xiaobu waved him off. The oaths from Blood River and Eternal Night were enough. Jiao Qingxu’s character was trustworthy.
“Alright, then we’ll advance together. I think I know where one of Meng Qi’s disciples fell. If I’m not mistaken, that disciple was a Creation Saint…”
Before he finished, everyone gasped.
A Creation Saint—an Eternal Life being. Finding their remains could offer insights into the Eternal Life Path, worth more than a million years of seclusion.
All listened quietly, the value of a Creation Saint’s bones immeasurable.
Lan Xiaobu continued, “I’ll tell you where this dragon’s bones are. You can go comprehend the Eternal Life Saint realm. Friend Jiao, go with Blood River and Eternal Night.”
“Thank you, Brother Lan. I won’t let you down,” Jiao Qingxu said, thrilled. He’d planned to swear too, but Lan Xiaobu clearly saw him as a friend, not needing an oath. This trust in his character placed him above Eternal Night and Blood River in Lan Xiaobu’s eyes.
Seeing Jiao Qingxu glance at him, the Eternal Night Saint hurriedly said, “Friend Qingmu, though I imprisoned you in the Eternal Night Sand Prison, I didn’t destroy your Qingmu Holy Blade Sect.”
Jiao Qingxu replied coolly, “I know you didn’t destroy the sect, but what about Qingmu Star?”
The Eternal Night Saint quickly clarified, “Qingmu Star still exists—I didn’t touch it.”
He’d once planned to turn it into an outpost for Eternal Night Abyss, but now he dared not entertain the thought.
Hearing Qingmu Star was intact, Jiao Qingxu’s killing intent toward the Eternal Night Saint lessened.
The Samsara Saint chimed in, “Dao Lord, I’d like to see this dragon too. May I?”
“Yes, you can all go. Once I find the Seven Realms Stone realm flags, I’ll contact you,” Lan Xiaobu said. The Samsara Saint’s growth would only benefit him.
Before perfecting his Longevity Path, Lan Xiaobu would’ve studied the grey dragon’s Eternal Life charm himself. But now, he felt it would be detrimental. He had to forge his own Eternal Life Path, not rely on others’ insights.
