Chapter 1900 — 1900: Searching for Tian Yang

Yuan and the other onlookers stared at Elder Sun with wide eyes.

"What a powerful treasure!"

"Isn't she the one with the lion flying treasure? You must be incredibly stupid to try and rob someone as rich as that…"

The onlookers shook their heads at the bandits, mocking them in silence.

Elder Sun didn't waste a second and retrieved her flying treasure after killing the bandits.

"Let's go," she said as she stowed away the golden wheel.

Yuan nodded and silently jumped onto the flying treasure.

As they sped toward the Western Stronghold, Yuan thought to himself, 'That was an Empyrean-grade treasure. To possess such a powerful treasure in this era, her background might rival the Nine Immortal Clans.'

Even if the Nine Immortal Clans had Empyrean-grade treasures, they would only be reserved for the head of the family, so Elder Sun's position was akin to that.

There were very few backgrounds during the Primordial Era that could rival the Nine Immortal Clans, and only one of them had the surname 'Sun'.

'Don't tell me she's from 'that' family…?' Yuan swallowed nervously.

A few hours later, they arrived at the Western Stronghold. This time, Elder Sun descended a few miles away from the city to avoid unnecessary trouble. Upon entering the city, they immediately began their search for Tian Yang.

In the middle of their search, Yuan suddenly noticed a specific individual.

"Elder Sun, can you give me a moment? There's something I must do," Yuan said to her.

"Will this thing take long?" she asked.

"No, it'll be over before you know it."

"Hurry it up."

"Okay."

Elder Sun then watched as Yuan withdrew his weapon and activated the Peerless Immortal Technique.

"W-Wait, what are you—"

Without sparing Elder Sun a glance, Yuan moved with terrifying swiftness, his focus locked onto the individual who had caught his attention.

This man was a Spirit Lord, an entire cultivation realm above Yuan. Yet, as if the vast gap in their cultivation was meaningless, Yuan struck without hesitation.

In an instant, the Spirit Lord's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless—his existence erased before he could even register his own demise. The suddenness of the kill rippled through the bustling street, drawing the attention of many onlookers. Yet, rather than panic or outrage, the crowd barely reacted. A few curious glances were cast in Yuan's direction, but indifference quickly settled in.

After all, in the Desolate Continent, such incidents were nothing out of the ordinary. Murder in broad daylight was a daily occurrence, and the strong asserted their will without consequence. Life was cheap, and death was merely a spectacle to those who had long grown numb to its presence.

Yet, despite the crowd's indifference, Elder Sun stood frozen, her mind racing. Shock and confusion flickered across her face as she tried to fathom why Yuan had killed that Spirit Lord, but nothing came to mind.

After killing the Spirit Lord, Yuan returned to Elder Sun's side and acted as if he had done nothing wrong.

"Why did you kill him?" she asked him with a deep frown, preparing to scold him if he didn't have a good reason for his actions.

"That man belonged to an infamous and ruthless group of bandits called the Gold and Money Bandits," Yuan stated, his voice devoid of emotion, as if he had merely swatted away an insect. "Their existence is akin to pests, so I exterminated him on the spot."

His words were calm, yet the chilling finality in his tone sent a shiver through Elder Sun.

"Isn't that even more reckless?" Elder Sun sighed, rubbing her temples as if trying to ease the headache Yuan had just given her. "So, are you going to start killing every criminal you come across now?"

Her voice carried both exasperation and concern.

"Yes…but only those from the Gold and Money Bandits, and only the ones I can kill," Yuan calmly said.

"What if someone you cannot handle comes after you?"

"Then I will kindly ask for your assistance, Elder Sun," he smiled, leaving her speechless.

"Unbelievable… how can you even tell who belongs to what? It's not as if you memorized every face from their bandit group."

"I may not know every face, but I knew enough of them."

Elder Sun could see it clearly—Yuan's hatred for the Gold and Money Bandits ran deep. His actions weren't just driven by a sense of justice or convenience; there was something personal behind his decisiveness.

Yet, despite her curiosity, she chose to hold her tongue. Some wounds were best left undisturbed. Pressing him for details might only stir painful memories or provoke emotions that could cloud his judgment.

For now, she simply sighed and let the matter rest. If Yuan wished to speak of it, he would do so on his own terms.

'Since he's not killing random innocent people, I guess I can overlook this. We're in the Desolate Continent, anyway," Elder Sun thought to herself as they continued their search for Tian Yang.

However, even after looking through the entire Western Stronghold, Tian Yang was nowhere to be found.

'Tian Yang should definitely be in the Western Stronghold right now. If he's not here, then he might not physically exist in this world…' Yuan thought to himself, slowly coming to terms with this reality.

"Alright, let's check the other cities now," Elder Sun said.

Yuan silently nodded.

'What a waste of time…' he sighed inwardly.

However, just as they approached the city gates, Yuan's steps faltered.

His gaze locked onto a group of individuals making their way into the city, and in that instant, his entire being froze.

The faces of these individuals… he recognized them.

"Huang Xiao Li…?" he muttered as he stared at her beautiful face.

However, what truly shocked Yuan wasn't just her presence—it was the individuals standing beside her.

Tian Yang was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, the ones accompanying Huang Xiao Li were her own family—people who, according to history, should not be alive.

Yuan's mind raced. He vividly recalled the fate that was supposed to befall them—their deaths on their journey to the Desolate Continent. Yet here they were, standing before him, very much alive.

'What is going on here?!'