Perfect World: Only I Am Eternal

Across the city and beyond, all who witnessed the spectacle cried out in shock, the scene seared into their memories.

Mouths agape, they gazed at the radiant golden light, vibrant clouds of auspicious mist, and lotuses blooming in the void, unfurling with immortal radiance, enveloping the heavens and earth.

It was as if an exiled immortal had descended, all creation celebrating their arrival, illuminating the world. The mere golden glow couldn't capture this talent—only heavenly omens could suffice.

In that moment, no one remained calm. Heads tilted skyward, bathed in sacred light, hearts trembled with awe. Blocked paths in their treasure techniques suddenly cleared, epiphanies dawning.

"Who is this, resonating with the Great Dao? Unbelievable!"

"A peerless talent, emerging from nowhere, destined to shake the world and reign supreme!"

The crowd marveled, such a phenomenon rare in millennia. Clearly, a being of boundless potential had appeared.

The stele's resonance sent divine flames soaring, piercing the clouds, unsettling the heavens. A breath of the Great Dao descended, cloaking the area.

The light shone far, visible hundreds of li away, drawing throngs eager to glimpse this extraordinary being.

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"Uh-oh, this got a bit out of hand!" Lin Fan muttered, peering at the sky, sheepish. He knew his talent was exceptional, but this exceptional?

Just thirty meter away, the Heaven Mending Sect elder stared at him, entranced, as if beholding a priceless treasure. A child of five or six with such talent—unimaginable!

Even their sect's saintess hadn't triggered such a scene—only golden light, no further wonders. This was too extraordinary, peerless in the world!

Suddenly, a figure appeared, sleeves billowing, as if poised to ascend to immortality.

An elder arrived, untouched by mortal aura.

"Greetings, Sect Master!" The nearby elder bowed, voice thick with respect.

He was astonished that the sect master, in secluded cultivation, had been roused to come personally.

"Little friend, was that commotion your doing?" The Heaven Mending Sect Master smiled kindly, appraising the child with delight.

"Uh-huh…" Lin Fan nodded like a pecking chick. Before such a figure, honesty was the safest path.

"Don't be afraid. I mean no harm. Would you like to join the Heaven Mending Sect?" The white-haired elder spoke, his gentle smile disarming.

"Grandpa, what benefits do I get if I join?" Lin Fan asked crisply, a finger on his chin, earnest.

He didn't agree outright, instead probing for advantages, like a child demanding candy, tinged with innocence.

This both raised his value and framed his entry as their invitation, not his plea, reducing suspicion about his identity.

The nearby elder's eyes widened, heart racing. The sect master personally invites him, and he dares negotiate benefits? Does he not know his place?

Yet, the sect master didn't bristle. He laughed heartily. "Haha, you're a clever one! Join us, and you'll hold status equal to our saintess. All sect techniques and divine abilities will be yours to learn, with dedicated guardians to protect you."

The other elder gaped. The sect master's offer was staggering—equivalent to naming a holy son, proof of how highly he valued this child.

But it made sense. His innate talent, tested by the stele, surpassed all past sages of the Heaven Mending Sect.

Since the stele's erection, no one had produced such a spectacle—not even the current saintess!

Lin Fan hesitated briefly before nodding. "Then I'll join."

"Excellent!" The sect master beamed, whisking him away with a wave.

Truth be told, even if Lin Fan had refused, the sect master wouldn't have let such a genius slip away.

As they departed, the plaza stilled, the omens fading, along with a strange domain, as if time had rewound.

Moments later, thousands flooded the plaza, eager to see who had triggered the stele's resonance.

"Where's the peerless prodigy who caused that phenomenon?" someone asked, puzzled. Only the elder remained by the stele, no one else in sight.

"Where did they go?" Others searched, some questioning the elder.

"No need to look. That was a hidden prodigy of our sect, now gone," the elder explained, deliberately vague. He hid that a five- or six-year-old child had caused it.

If word spread, it could draw ill-intentioned foes. The Heaven Mending Sect had enemies, and losing a prodigy to assassination would be disastrous.

This was why the sect master had used a grand technique, ensuring others arrived only after they'd left, concealing the child's role.

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Radiant light streamed, myriad rays of mist swirled, and dao sounds rumbled. In a grand palace, holy light flowed, steeped in peace and serenity.

Every inch was carved from jade, imbued with subtle dao principles, doubling the efficacy of cultivation.

Brought here, Lin Fan faced a barrage of questions about his origins. He spun the same half-true tale he'd used on Qi Dao Lin: hailing from the borderlands, stumbling through an ancient teleportation array to arrive here.

His story wasn't entirely false, his heart steady, and with no one to verify, it was hard to call it a lie.

Given his talent and age, no one would suspect a sect would waste a peerless prodigy as a spy—it'd be too costly.

The sect master had intended to take him as a disciple, personally guiding him. This prime genius, as remarkable as the Immortal Hall's heir, deserved no less.

But a woman's arrival disrupted his plan.

"Sect Master, let me guide him."

The speaker was a woman in white, her robes fluttering, descending as if from the heavens, crystalline specks trailing her like a nine-heaven immortal, transcendent and ethereal.

She appeared around thirty, stunningly beautiful, composed, and aloof. Her dark hair danced lightly, her eyes calm as still water, devoid of ripples, exuding a chill.

Yet, her aura was unmatched, like a divine lotus, unstained by mud, pure yet not ostentatious. Her flawless, radiant skin and peerless grace could topple kingdoms.

Lin Fan turned at her voice, instantly entranced…

Not just an fairy, but a matured fairy, far beyond mere girls, her charm indescribable.

In that moment, he understood why Cao Cao favored seasoned women. This is love!

"Qing Yao, you've shunned worldly affairs and sect matters for ages, barely guiding even Yue Chan. Why now seek a disciple?" The sect master asked, puzzled, not angered by her claim but genuinely curious.

This was the former saintess, his disciple, aloof and detached for tens of thousands of years, never involving herself in sect affairs.

Her sudden interest in taking a disciple was utterly out of character.

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