Possessing an exceptionally powerful spiritist bloodline and able to break through barriers to enter the spirit realms as a martial cultivator.
These signs were somewhat similar to Chu Feng’s mother.
Though he had never met her, Chu Feng firmly believed his mother was an immensely powerful figure.
After all, she was his mother, the one who gave him such a formidable spiritist bloodline.
A mother capable of granting him such bloodline power could not be ordinary.
Of course, this was Chu Feng’s speculation.
Initially, he wasn’t certain.
But when Xianhai Shaoyu mentioned that Jie Ranqing had been in seclusion for decades, Chu Feng’s heart could no longer remain calm.
How could a peerless genius stay in seclusion for decades without reason?
Such an illogical event seemed impossible.
But if she wasn’t in seclusion, but imprisoned, with the public merely told she was in retreat, it would make sense.
Chu Feng felt that Jie Ranqing was very likely his mother.
This wasn’t just based on various pieces of information.
It was also an intuition, a bloodline intuition.
At this moment, Chu Feng felt heartache. His mother was so dazzling.
Such a radiant mother should have illuminated the vast martial cultivation world.
But because of his birth, she was imprisoned, causing Chu Feng’s heart to ache as if cut by a knife.
“Brother Chu Feng, why… this expression all of a sudden?”
Xianhai Shaoyu looked at Chu Feng and asked.
He could clearly see the change in Chu Feng’s expression.
It was a complex emotion, with shock and pain, too intricate to describe, but it was as if he had been deeply stirred, highly agitated.
This was the first time Xianhai Shaoyu had seen such an expression on Chu Feng’s face.
Even when he told Chu Feng that his bloodline power was strong enough to go berserk, Chu Feng hadn’t shown such a look.
This puzzled Xianhai Shaoyu. Why would simply talking about a senior cause Chu Feng such agitation?
“Brother Chu Feng, you don’t happen to know Senior Jie Ranqing, do you?”
Xianhai Shaoyu suddenly asked.
“No, how could I know such a senior?”
Chu Feng shook his head.
No matter how certain he was, it was only a guess. Until it was confirmed, Chu Feng wouldn’t say Jie Ranqing was his mother.
After all, if he was wrong, it would be a huge embarrassment.
“Brother Shaoyu, have you ever heard if Senior Jie Ranqing had a man she fancied?”
Chu Feng asked.
“A man she fancied?”
“Who in the entire vast martial cultivation world could be worthy of her?”
“Let me put it this way: Jie Ranqing is a figure without precedent or successor.”
“No man in the world might be worthy of her.”
“Whoever could marry her would be like a toad eating swan meat.”
“I truly hope she never marries in this lifetime. Only then would she remain a legend.”
Xianhai Shaoyu said.
Chu Feng had wanted to probe into his parents’ story.
But it seemed the information was sealed. The world didn’t even know his father existed.
This was understandable. The Seven Realms Sacred Mansion likely saw it as a disgrace and suppressed the news, which made sense.
“Brother Shaoyu, what about the last galaxy?”
Chu Feng asked.
“Brother Chu Feng, how did you know there’s one last galaxy?”
Xianhai Shaoyu asked.
“I heard the vast martial cultivation world has nine galaxies.”
“And in the boundless starry sky, divided into four regions—east, west, south, and north—there must be a central region.”
“The four directions are divided because of it.”
“So the ninth galaxy must exist.”
Chu Feng said.
“You’re right. There is indeed a ninth galaxy.”
“Brother Chu Feng, look over there.”
As Xianhai Shaoyu spoke, he pointed toward the western part of the vast starry sky.
Following his direction, Chu Feng looked and saw countless stars twinkling faintly in the darkness.
Chu Feng knew that, though those stars seemed small, each was a world.
When clustered together, they formed a galaxy, like a river flowing through the boundless starry sky, a magnificent sight.
Such a galaxy was called a Celestial River.
The vast martial cultivation world had nine Celestial Rivers, but some were too far to see.
Yet the Celestial River Xianhai Shaoyu pointed to was visible to Chu Feng’s naked eye.
Even back on the Nine Provinces Continent, when he couldn’t cultivate, he could see that Celestial River in the starry sky.
“Brother Shaoyu, is that Celestial River we see the ninth one?”
Chu Feng asked.
“Yes, that’s the ninth Celestial River. Brother Chu Feng, do you know why, out of the nine Celestial Rivers, only this one is visible besides the Sacred Light Galaxy?”
Xianhai Shaoyu asked.
“Is it because the other Celestial Rivers are too far?”
Chu Feng asked.
“In terms of distance, the Nine Souls Galaxy is closest to your Sacred Light Galaxy. Have you seen it?”
Xianhai Shaoyu said.
“Then why?”
Chu Feng asked.
“Because this ninth Celestial River is the most radiant in the vast martial cultivation world.”
“It’s also the most mysterious. It’s said to hold secrets from the Primordial Era.”
Xianhai Shaoyu said.
“Secrets of the Primordial Era?”
Chu Feng grew more curious.
“Yes, so this ninth Celestial River is ruled by no one. Or rather, if someone rules it, no one knows who.”
“Since ancient times, countless experts from the vast martial cultivation world have entered that Celestial River.”
“But without exception, none have ever returned.”
“Some say it’s a divine realm, and those who enter are so enchanted by its wonders they don’t wish to leave.”
“Others say it’s a purgatory, and those who enter perish, unable to return because they’re dead.”
“But most prefer to believe it’s a divine realm.”
“So, people call the ninth Celestial River the Primordial Divine Realm.”
“Of course, some call it the Primordial Purgatory.”
Xianhai Shaoyu said.
Hearing this, Chu Feng looked again at the ninth Celestial River.
All along, he felt there were greater heavens and people beyond.
But after Xianhai Shaoyu described the structure of the vast martial cultivation world, Chu Feng thought that, while he hadn’t reached the peak of martial cultivation, he had at least seen it.
Yet this ninth Celestial River showed him something unfathomably deep.
If it truly held secrets of the Primordial Era, it must also contain secrets of the Ancient Era.
But why could no one who entered ever return?
Even if it was a cultivation sanctuary, shouldn’t they at least send word to their families?
Yet Chu Feng felt it couldn’t be a certain death trap. Such a radiant Celestial River, illuminating the boundless vast martial cultivation world, couldn’t possibly be a purgatory.
Though Chu Feng had just learned of this ninth Celestial River, its mystery already sparked his longing.
“Brother Shaoyu, can anyone enter the ninth Celestial River?”
Chu Feng asked.
“Enter freely? How could that be?”
“The conditions to enter the ninth Celestial River are extremely strict.”
Xianhai Shaoyu said.
