Chapter 00465: The Divine Source in the Great Kun Sea Realm
# The Divine Source in the Great Kun Sea Realm**
Chapter 465
Novel: Abandon The Universe
**Chapter 465: The Divine Source in the Great Kun Sea Realm**
Though Lan Xiaobu was eager to leave immediately, he restrained himself.
Jia Yunkong had done him a favor, and regardless of Jia Yunkong’s motives for helping Luo Caisi, a favor was a favor.
No matter how urgent he was, he had to wait until Jia Yunkong’s matter was settled before heading to the Boundless Market.
"Master Jia, I’ll be leaving soon. If you have anything to ask, do it now," Lan Xiaobu reminded Jia Yunkong.
Truth be told, he had no intention of wiping out the Great Kun Immortal Palace.
As Yuan Bu had said, he had no enmity with them.
As for why he insisted on killing Wu Lun—well, the man had tried to kill him on sight.
Letting him go would be absurd.
After expressing his gratitude, Jia Yunkong stepped forward and fixed his gaze on Yuan Bu.
"Years ago, my son Xin Yu disappeared after entering the Great Kun Sea Realm hosted by your palace. Palace Master Yuan, I demand a clear answer—what happened to my son? Where is he?"
Jia Yunkong had always referred to it as a "disappearance" because his son’s soul lamp still flickered faintly, not yet extinguished.
While it was rare, some souls remained restless even after death, keeping their lamps alight.
Compared to his previous deferential tone when asking Yuan Bu about his son’s whereabouts, this time, Jia Yunkong spoke with authority, almost as if he were issuing a demand.
For Jia Yunkong, this was his only chance.
If he didn’t press the matter now, once Lan Xiaobu left, finding Jia Xinyu would become infinitely harder.
Yuan Bu frowned slightly, while Third Palace Master Zhang Wuxue clasped his fists and said, "Master Jia, I’m not certain whether Young Master Xin Yu participated in the Great Kun Sea Realm. After all, it’s been a thousand years. Moreover, with tens of thousands participating, it’s impossible for me to remember every single one. Many left the Great Kun Immortal Palace’s territory immediately after the event, so we naturally didn’t keep track of them all..."
Zhang Wuxue’s tone had shifted dramatically from before.
No matter how proud one was, reality had a way of humbling even the most arrogant.
Jia Yunkong’s brow furrowed.
Empty excuses like these left him powerless.
He lacked Lan Xiaobu’s strength—if he had it, he too would have resorted to force without hesitation.
Just as Jia Yunkong was about to speak again, Lan Xiaobu stopped him.
He knew that continuing this line of questioning would only waste time.
"Master Jia, is Jia Xinyu still alive?" Lan Xiaobu asked.
Without hesitation, Jia Yunkong replied, "His soul lamp still flickers faintly. My intuition tells me he must be alive."
Lan Xiaobu’s gaze turned icy as he stared at Zhang Wuxue.
"Speak. Where is Jia Xinyu? You have three breaths. If you refuse, don’t blame me for tearing down your Great Kun Immortal Palace."
Zhang Wuxue’s cultivation was at a level that bordered on surpassing the peak of the Immortal Emperor realm.
Even if ten thousand people had participated in the Great Kun Sea Realm, an Immortal Emperor’s divine sense could easily retain such memories.
Even if Zhang Wuxue wasn’t the one in charge of the event, someone in the Great Kun Immortal Palace must remember.
His claim of ignorance was nothing but evasion.
Hearing Lan Xiaobu’s words, Zhang Wuxue’s heart sank.
He could brush off Jia Yunkong with excuses, but he didn’t dare do the same to Lan Xiaobu.
The man’s tone made it clear he intended to stand by Jia Yunkong.
"I... I’ll need to check the records..."
Zhang Wuxue hesitated.
Ignoring him, Lan Xiaobu turned back to Jia Yunkong.
"Master Jia, show me a portrait of Jia Xinyu."
"Of course."
Jia Yunkong immediately conjured an image of his son—a handsome young man with a confident demeanor.
Lan Xiaobu nodded.
Suddenly, his divine sense erupted, and his hands wove countless intricate seals.
The next moment, everyone present heard a series of cracking sounds, as though something was shattering continuously.
Yuan Bu’s face paled.
His trump card—the Great Kun Immortal Palace’s most formidable ninth-level trapping and killing immortal formation—had just been torn apart in an instant.
But that wasn’t all.
Every restriction within the palace was obliterated in that same moment.
Now, nothing was hidden.
Divine senses could sweep freely through the entire palace, leaving no secrets.
The Great Kun Immortal Palace’s herb garden contained legendary treasures like the Divine Brewing Fruit, a supreme-grade spiritual herb capable of elevating an Immortal Emperor’s cultivation.
Beyond that, there was a Nine-Colored Void Lotus.
While others preserved such treasures in jade boxes with top-tier restrictions, the Great Kun Immortal Palace had cultivated theirs in an artificially simulated void, complete with various laws and restrictions.
Then, the crowd saw the palace’s bloodline advancement grounds.
Like many sects, the place reeked of blood.
Cultivators, bound and imprisoned, were being stripped of their bloodline essence—undoubtedly to be used by the palace’s disciples.
Yuan Bu’s face turned ashen.
To dismantle all the palace’s restrictions and formations in such a short time—how terrifying was this man’s array-crafting skill? How powerful was his divine sense?
Just moments ago, Yuan Bu had still been entertaining the thought of trapping Lan Xiaobu with formations and mobilizing the entire palace to kill him.
But with such overwhelming power, even if the palace had twice the manpower, could they even hope to stop him?
Without hesitation, Lan Xiaobu tore open a dungeon cell and used his divine essence to pull out a barely breathing man.
"Xin Yu!" Jia Yunkong’s expression twisted in horror as he rushed forward, catching the man and immediately feeding him several pills.
Seeing the high-grade immortal pills Jia Yunkong administered, Lan Xiaobu didn’t offer his own.
As the master of an island, Jia Yunkong naturally carried top-tier elixirs.
"Yuan Bu, Zhang Wuxue, you claimed not to know my son’s whereabouts? The Great Kun Immortal Palace has quite the reputation—yet you engage in such despicable acts!" Jia Yunkong’s fury was palpable.
His son’s foundation was damaged, and recovery would be difficult.
Yuan Bu’s hands trembled.
He didn’t dare issue the order to attack.
He knew full well that if he called for an all-out assault, the Great Kun Immortal Palace would cease to exist.
"Friend Lan, I beg you to uphold justice for me," Jia Yunkong said respectfully, bowing deeply.
He knew he stood no chance of seeking justice on his own.
Lan Xiaobu reached out, plucked the Nine-Colored Void Lotus, and handed it to Jia Yunkong.
"This herb can restore your son."
He understood that sects like the Great Kun Immortal Palace were countless across the vast immortal world.
Just like the Liang Family he’d encountered before, these great clans and sects saw everything else as mere tools for their own advancement.
If necessary, they would destroy anything in their way.
He was just one man.
He lacked the power and the time to change this reality.
Yuan Bu didn’t let Zhang Wuxue speak again.
If Zhang Wuxue had admitted outright that Jia Xinyu was in the palace and offered compensation, the Great Kun Immortal Palace wouldn’t have fallen to this state.
Having all their restrictions destroyed wasn’t just a humiliation—it marked the beginning of their decline.
"Master Jia, the Great Kun Immortal Palace was in the wrong. We wish to compensate Young Master Xin Yu in other ways..."
Yuan Bu took out a ring and offered it to Jia Yunkong.
At first, Jia Yunkong wanted to refuse.
But when his divine sense swept over the contents, he inhaled sharply.
The treasures inside were worth more than ten of his Kunqian Islands combined.
Jia Yunkong was no saint.
His help for Luo Caisi hadn’t stemmed from kindness but from Lan Xiaobu’s strength.
He also knew Lan Xiaobu’s continued assistance wasn’t due to admiration for his character but repayment of a debt.
If Lan Xiaobu truly saw him as a friend, he would’ve acted long ago.
If it hadn’t been his son but Luo Caisi who’d been tortured, Lan Xiaobu wouldn’t have wasted words—he’d have slaughtered his way through already.
Still, Jia Yunkong knew Lan Xiaobu had done enough.
He accepted the ring but ignored Yuan Bu, turning to Lan Xiaobu instead.
"Thank you, Friend Lan, for saving Xin Yu..."
Lan Xiaobu waved a hand.
"No need for thanks. You helped me, so I—"
Before he could finish, a weak voice interrupted.
"The Great Kun Sea Realm... has a divine temple... filled with divine sources..."
It was Jia Xinyu.
After uttering these words, he fell unconscious again.
Yuan Bu’s face turned even paler.
In that instant, everyone understood why the Great Kun Immortal Palace had imprisoned Jia Xinyu instead of killing him.
He knew about a divine temple in the Great Kun Sea Realm—one filled with divine sources.
The palace had been waiting for the next opening of the secret realm, intending to force Jia Xinyu to lead them there.
The ruined guest hall was surrounded by visiting cultivators, their eyes gleaming at the revelation.
They began calculating when the Great Kun Sea Realm would open next.
If they could find that temple, even a fraction of the divine sources would make them unimaginably wealthy.
Jia Yunkong inwardly rejoiced.
Fortunately, his son had revealed the secret upon waking.
Otherwise, once he and Lan Xiaobu parted ways, the Great Kun Immortal Palace would surely hunt him down.
With his son rescued, Jia Yunkong had no desire to linger.
"Friend Lan, let’s go."
"Alright."
Lan Xiaobu nodded.
He’d been waiting for Jia Yunkong to speak first.
If Jia Yunkong hadn’t suggested leaving, others might not dare pursue them now, but the Great Kun Immortal Palace would likely track them later.
Storing his son in a small world, Jia Yunkong took the lead, boarding Lan Xiaobu’s Reincarnation Pot and setting course for the Boundless Market.
(That’s all for today’s update.
Goodnight, friends.
The extra chapter requested by Grand Patron Chen Zucheng will be completed this month.)
(End of Chapter)