Star Trace Gate

Chapter 824: The Future, the Boy Returns Home

One sword flattens fifteen mountains, and the melting pot of heaven and earth creates a group of immortals.

The Emperor's Tomb, where countless ages had been buried, had long since been reduced to a shambles by the shocking battle between the Divine Forbidden One and fifteen sixth-grade cultivators. Even the main peak of Xingshan Mountain had been vaporized by the sword furnace, nearly half of it. The once towering peak, seemingly reaching into the heavens, had visibly shrunk.

The corpses of the leaders of the fifteen sects and the kings fell from the sky and landed on the mortal world. They sat down beside the Guichen Lei without any divine light.

The light of the avenue dissipated, and countless spectators across the world entered the realm of visualization again. After seeing the scene before them, all of them had frozen expressions and dumbfounded eyes.

At this moment, the world of Jiuli was extremely quiet, as if hundreds of millions of people were dreaming at the same time, dreaming that the immortals in the sky had fallen, and from then on the earth had no distinction between high and low, and the mountains and rivers were the same.

But this dream was too unreal, so unreal that even though I tried to convince myself that I was in a dream and that everything I saw was an illusion, I still couldn't believe it or indulge in it.

Just an hour ago, the fifteen towering Dragon-Viewing Platforms were still standing before the eyes of countless spectators. The Taoist palaces on the platforms were magnificent and the immortal lights were dazzling. Even if ordinary people stretched their necks to break, they would never be qualified to glimpse the true appearance of the immortals in their lifetime.

This Dragon Terrace, these towering mountains, these celestial beings, have existed in Jiuli for who knows how many years. It's been so long that everyone believes they are the unshakable laws of nature, the natural order of the world. Even if my life is difficult, it's not because of fate, but because I haven't worked hard enough, or because I'm not talented enough...

Now you suddenly tell me that this Dragon Terrace dissipated in the breeze, the mountains were flattened by a sword, and the immortals were burned in the sword furnace...

Who can believe this? Who dares to believe this?!

It's too unreal. This must be the result of the Great Emperor's Dao Yun disappearing before giving everyone in the world a beautiful dream.

Endless onlookers are struggling between their inherent cognition and the reality happening before their eyes, feeling lost and confused.

It was not until the beheaded man's reminder resounded throughout the world, announcing that the Return to Dust Temple was about to open, that these hundreds of millions of people came to their senses and gradually realized in their hearts that everything that had just happened seemed to be fucking true.

The descendant of the ancient emperor reached the end of the battle for the great way, and his protector reopened the Jiuli Sky Light with an astonishing sword furnace.

“Dead… Damn it, Wu Chen is really dead?!”

"The leaders and rulers of the fifteen sects all died in the imperial tomb!"

"My dear, please slap me with that flaming slap of love and tell me... am I dreaming?!"

"You're so old, how can you say such things in front of outsiders... Bah!"

"The Xianlan Sect's luck has dissipated, and the Wendao Palace has been shattered by a single sword strike? This...this...can I laugh now?!"

"...!"

After endless years of silence, the world is now boiling.

Whether it was the distant Jiuli states or the five cities of Xianlan in front of them, they all erupted in noise that could not be suppressed no matter what, and the noise revealed a strong sense of joy.

Outside Xingshan, on the fairy mountain of Dongdeng Prefecture.

The old marquis recovered from his shock and, after a long silence, said simply, "The situation has changed. Return to Dongzhou and stay closed for three months while the entire clan discusses matters. After three months... my Dongdeng Mansion will unleash its might upon the world!"

Upon hearing this, his younger brother's eyes burned with passion as he said, "Excellent, excellent! Our clan has been silent for a thousand years, and we've finally waited for this moment of change! But... the little one is still in the Emperor's Tomb and hasn't returned yet?"

"No need to wait for him. Let him stay in Xianlan Five Cities for a while." The old marquis paused and said helplessly, "Besides, even if you call him now, he may not be willing to go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the elders of the ancient clan looked at the young marquis in the emperor's tomb and showed relief on their faces.

They thought that this arrogant and unruly young marquis had finally grown up after experiencing the hardships in the emperor's tomb, and had the vision and strategy of a future head of the family. However, they did not know that... the young marquis's strategy was to give away eight million at the beginning, and to use money to impress the heir of the ancient emperor in the form of long-term cooperation, to prescribe the right medicine, and finally to recruit him.

Outside Xingshan Mountain, on the central Guanlong Terrace, the dozens of immortal masters and hundreds of fourth-rank Taoist priests in luxurious attire who were floating in the sky and of fifth-rank status all had pale faces and were silent.

The Sect Master ascended to heaven, the Daowen Palace collapsed, and the Xianlan luck dissipated...

These extremely unfamiliar words, at this moment, were like rolling thunder exploding in their minds.

After a long while, a very senior fifth-grade immortal master suddenly stood up and said, "Return... immediately... to the sect, quickly, quickly!"

He stared at Jiang Yu in the emperor's tomb, his hair standing on end. He didn't want to stay here any longer. After throwing down a sentence, he took the lead and flew straight to Xianlan Sect.

His departure instantly triggered a scene like a flood bursting through a dam. Across the fifteen Dragon Viewing Platforms, thousands of disciples, elders, and immortal masters from the fifteen sects suddenly leaped into the sky, like fleeting meteors, streaking across the sky and leaving the Five Cities of Xianlan in a state of utter disarray.

The divine rainbow flying across the sky was not as neat and orderly as when it came, nor as strange and varied as when it hung high above the heads of the people. Instead, it seemed as if it was fleeing, and scattered in all directions from the five cities in a very disorderly manner.

Many disciples of the Fifteen Sects didn't heed the elders' advice and hurried back to their sects. Instead, they secretly left, preparing to hide from the world or temporarily seek refuge in some secret realm. But they hadn't yet fully grasped the truth. Born and raised in the Jiuli, their entire lives were firmly bound to this place. They might be able to leave now, but they couldn't escape the many ties that bound them to this place.

For a time, the world was in chaos, and the five cities of Xianlan were in chaos.

The sky was dotted with the figures of ascetics flying everywhere. Some wanted to escape, while others wanted to take advantage of this changing situation to do something, something they had wanted to do before but hadn't dared to do.

But the hundreds of millions of people of Jiuli did not flee. Instead, in a joyful atmosphere, they looked at the old man in the emperor's tomb who called himself the Sword of the World with either burning eyes or thoughtful eyes.

"Alas... There is a sound and joy in the world at this moment, which is beyond our imagination even in dreams. But what happens after the sound? Can he live in my Jiuli forever? If not... after this group of immortals, there will be the struggle for immortality from ancient times to the present. There will also be people who come after them who want to attain the Tao and ascend to the sky! This struggle for immortality is far more bloody and devastating than when the immortals were still alive!" A young scholar wearing a silk scarf, with a worried look on his face, murmured in confusion in his heart.

"Yes, if we knock down fifteen mountains and then build another thirty, how will we deal with it?" A middle-aged man nodded slightly in agreement.

"Horse riding!"

At this moment, Hong, the innkeeper of the Renjian Inn, for the first time, suppressed his businesslike smoothness and cursed in a very temperamental tone: "I don't know whether there will be any mountain immortals in the future! But I do know that I definitely won't have to pay taxes tomorrow!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence all around, and everyone looked at him.

Shopkeeper Hong looked at Jiang Yu in the emperor's tomb, lifted his robe, knelt down and bowed, and shouted hysterically: "Tomorrow there will be no more Li Gou'er in the world! There will be no more Fatty Hong!! I bow to thank the Sword of the World, and restore peace to the world!"

He vented the resentment that had been suppressed in his heart for decades, roaring at the top of his lungs.

Silence, after a short period of silence, people all over the world knelt down in front of Jiang Yu from afar and shouted the name of the Sword of the World.

They really didn't have anything good, and if they did, they would have already paid tribute to the Fifteen Sects, or given it to the various minions who were deceived by the Fifteen Sects. Therefore, they could only kneel down and pay their respects to the old man in the usual way of expressing gratitude.

In the emperor's tomb, Jiang Yu listened to the call like the tide of the sea. He just raised his arms gently, turned into a breeze to lift up the world, and responded as best he could.

He looked at everything outside the Emperor's Tomb, knowing clearly in his heart that he could take care of today's affairs, but tomorrow's affairs might have to be left to future generations...

Restarting the wheel of life and ascending to the Divine Forbidden Realm again would not extend his limited remaining lifespan. This was because he had already been in the Divine Forbidden Realm, having fallen into a lower realm after the Great Dao collapsed. He had already lived beyond his due years.

Moreover, he flattened fifteen peaks with one sword and erected the Heaven and Earth Sword Furnace here. This forced his old soul and extremely weak body to once again bear the power of the gods, reducing his lifespan further. That was why a crack appeared in his life wheel in an instant when it reopened.

The ten-year life span is gone, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to get through the five-year hurdle...

Perhaps, if he intercepted Wu Chen halfway and forcibly seized everything he had planned, he could extend his lifespan by thirty to fifty years, but that was not what Jiang Yu was pursuing.

The Infinite Pearl can nourish the old and decaying soul and give it new life. This object is right in front of him and within his reach. The quality of the Renyang Star Core is too low, he does not need it, but the drop of supreme divine object in the Guichen Dojo calculated by Wu Chen may be able to restore 20% to 30% of his decaying body's qi and blood, thus achieving the purpose of prolonging his lifespan.

If he wanted it, he could wait for Ren to enter the temple, obtain the item, and then ask for it from him.

But he simply disdained this. Wu Chen had deduced three-quarters of the true appearance of this object at the cost of his lifespan, and the moment Jiang Yu entered Chaolong City, he had already thoroughly understood the cause and effect of this object.

That drop of the supreme divine object was prepared by the Great Emperor for the Little Human Emperor. The prerequisite is that the Little Human Emperor must be able to bear the weight of the human world to be worthy of it.

It was precisely because of the cause and effect of the Great Emperor keeping the sacred object that Jiang Yu decided to draw his sword today. Therefore, it was impossible for him to snatch this opportunity from the Little Human Emperor.

The road ahead is not long and can be seen at a glance.

Jiang Yu looked at the world and muttered to himself, "No dragon has ever flown from the Red Land, and the promises made in the past have yet to be fulfilled... Three years, I must live for at least three more. On the day my oath is fulfilled, I will try to see if I can reconnect this divinely forbidden path myself!"

"brush!"

While he was distracted, a figure in tattered clothes suddenly appeared next to the white-striped chicken.

"Congratulations, Old Ancestor, for ascending the Divine Forbidden Land again today!"

Ren also clasped his fists and said obediently, "Thanks to your protection, my disciple has let go of all the bad feelings in his heart. I am filled with filial piety, but I don't know how to express it...!"

The Human Sword in front of outsiders, Elder Jiang, Fatty Chu, and Senior White-striped Chicken in front of Ren Ye said with a slightly helpless expression: "The words are a bit too greasy...!"

"I really do mean to be filial!!!" Ren Ye emphasized from the bottom of his heart.

Senior White-Striped Chicken ignored him, only looking at the chaotic situation in the Five Cities of Xianlan and asking, "Do you know why I drew my sword today?"

"Whenever I see injustice in the world, I get so angry that I want to shed blood...!" Ren didn't hesitate to flatter her.

"More, more."

Jiang Yu waved his hand slightly, frowned and said, "There's no need for us to talk nonsense. Just tell me, do you understand what I mean?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old man and the young boy fell silent facing each other.

Ren Ye looked bedraggled and exhausted, but his intelligence and comprehension remained intact. He lowered his head, pondered for a long moment, and then asked, "Senior, do you think... I can do this?"

"Others may not know, but the Emperor and I... both think you can do it." When Jiang Yu heard his question, he knew in his heart that the other party understood what he said, so he showed a relieved smile.

"Then do it!"

Ren also looked up at him with a firm gaze: "Do it with all your might!"

"Excellent, excellent."

Jiang Yu's admiration for Ren Ye grew stronger and stronger. This kid seemed careless and shameless, and he often said that he didn't want to bear the heavy responsibility of being the emperor. But every time someone really wanted him to step forward, he always took that step.