Chapter 1035: Chapter 1033: Reunion Amidst the Passage of Time
The extraction of Fate Energy and Dragon Veins will alter the structure of the world, causing this area to fall into a period of darkness for a long time.
However, Chen Pingping has the Ancient Phoenix set up a grand array for Gathering Spirit; perhaps it won’t be long before areas such as Heaven Martial, Southern Diaspora, Huangzhou, Wuzhou, the Ancient Road, and the Ancient City will once again give rise to great fortune.
Soon after...
Chen Pingping opened several passages from the land of the Southern Diaspora, connecting Heaven Martial with the Nine Heavens.
The human clan of the Heaven Martial lineage was overjoyed: "The celestial path has opened."
For them, the Nine Heavens seem like the celestial realm, rich in Spirit Qi and complete in Tao, making cultivation in the Nine Heavens their ultimate dream.
The Wuji Sect of Heaven Martial was equally excited.
Sect Master Hongxiu sent a few people over to pick them up into the Nine Heavens using a spaceship.
Of course, she is not abandoning the Wuji Sect of the Heaven Martial Continent but is conducting a selection; those with good talent will stay here first, and those without will be sent back.
Volunteers can also remain in Heaven Martial.
Unfortunately, no one volunteered.
Zhuge Wushuang whispered, "The Nine Heavens is resource-rich; who would want to return?"
Hongxiu shook her head, "Pingping said that in future years, the Heaven Martial Continent will become an existence surpassing the Nine Heavens."
"Really?" Zhuge Wushuang was surprised, his eyes brightened: "I’ll go back and take a look! If it’s not feasible, I’ll recruit some disciples over there to leave behind some heritage."
"No need..." Hongxiu shook her head again, "You have a task; I heard that some powerful human clans from the Heavens have arrived, and they plan to make a move on the imprint, so you’ll take Liu Ting’er back this time."
"Her cultivation? Is she competent?" Zhuge Wushuang frowned, "It’s only been a few years?"
When she joined the Wuji Sect, Liu Ting’er was only at the King Tao realm.
Now, in just one or two years, even with her Innate Taoist Body, she couldn’t possibly have surged to the Saint Realm all of a sudden, could she?
Hongxiu whispered, "Almost there, besides... the Divine Clan’s Molten Plan has a big trap, which is a place for creating gods."
Zhuge Wushuang’s heart shuddered.
"The gods are still slumbering; various human clan forces are itching for action. Some ancient family powers and sects, tsk tsk... when the Divine Clan attacked, they were nowhere to be seen, and now that Pingping has stabilized the chaos, they all come out to seize opportunities." Hongxiu sneered.
"Sect Master, you mean? To kill them?"
"Not necessarily..." Hongxiu said, "The human clan is weak, and killing them would only weaken it further. Their presence somewhat influences the gathering of Fate Energy, so they can’t be killed, but they can be intimidated..."
"Understood!" Zhuge Wushuang nodded.
"Remember, behind you is the Wuji Sect, and a Great Emperor of this era, along with some Emperor Realm experts, who have defected to the alliance. If they dare to act recklessly, don’t worry about the great fortune, hmph... uproot them without reporting."
"..."
Just now, the human clan was weak and needed to gather great fortune.
Now, they are to be uprooted.
But thinking it through, when powerful enemies came, they were nowhere to be seen; after the threat had passed, they rushed out to seize opportunities.
Anyone would be angry.
The Great Emperor of this era doesn’t have time to worry about these things, but they have to.
They exchanged their lives for this.
After some exhortation, Zhuge Wushuang hurriedly set out with Liu Ting’er, originally thinking that in one or two years, the girl’s realm wouldn’t have improved much.
Unexpectedly, she was already at the fifth heaven of the Lord realm.
At this moment, Liu Ting’er wore a light blue strapless dress; her smooth hair cascaded to her waist, black and shiny. Her somewhat youthful face was fair and appealing, and her big eyes were full of spirit.
Upon hearing Zhuge Wushuang say he would take her back to the Heaven Martial Continent, she immediately got excited: "Can I go to the Central Continent?"
"Of course!" Zhuge Wushuang replied.
"I heard that my father and mother came from the Central Continent, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful."
"..."
It used to be beautiful indeed.
Later, the Divine Clan invaded, Molten Plans unfolded, endless slaughter ensued, leading to today’s Central Continent being filled with a deathly stillness, devoid of vegetation, barren.
Moreover, with Chen Pingping opening the passages to the Nine Heavens, in just a few days, who knows how many cultivators have fled Heaven Martial and the Central Continent.
Those still staying here are probably either those with ulterior motives or those forced to stay.
Seven or eight passages...
Established in various regions of the Southern Diaspora, they are open-ended.
But in just a few days, some people have started eyeing the passages, wanting to set up some checkpoints or plan to build staging posts.
Some forging families have brought ships specifically to help those who can’t traverse and then charge fees.
This is understandable.
As Zhuge Wushuang and Liu Ting’er passed by a place, they noticed many people with unfriendly intentions, causing him to frown.
Liu Ting’er whispered, "Those people have fierce eyes."
"I know..." Zhuge Wushuang nodded, "I’ll send people to wipe them out later."
Chen Pingping opened passages to facilitate communication between two realms, not for certain people to profit.
Hongxiu had considered this issue long ago but hadn’t acted.
At least not in the short term, she won’t go against Chen Pingping’s ideas. Perhaps after a few months, half a year, or a year or two...
The Wuji Sect will truly take over the passages.
Of course, she’s not after profit.
After four hours.
Zhuge Wushuang returned with Liu Ting’er to the former Wuji Sect, where much had decayed and turned desolate, vegetation withered.
Weeds had grown on the small paths, and some stones had cracks spreading, leaves were scattered everywhere, probably not cleaned for a long time, right?
He stood silently on the stone path, recalling past events.
Entering the sect for the first time, the grand competition, vying for a spot to go to the imperial dynasty, competing for places in the Wasteland, grudges against Qingfeng’s lineage...
Countless memories keep converging, forming an endless river.
Only a few hundred years have passed!
Sect leaders of the past like Baili Jiansan had perished, Nangong Jue had left, Mo Wuwei... and many fellow senior brothers had long turned to dust.
"Who are you?" An old man with a hunched back, leaning on a walking stick, with deeply sunken eyes and invisible pupils, trembled as he walked out.
With hollow eyes, he stared intently at Zhuge Wushuang.
Very familiar.
Too familiar.
The old man’s body was gaunt, all bones, devoid of flesh, and his Life Origin was dim.
He probably wouldn’t live much longer.
But at this moment, seeing the middle-aged man before him, he couldn’t help but get excited.
"Wushuang pays respect to the Peak Master." Zhuge Wushuang came to his senses and immediately paid a grand salute.
The person in front of him was the former Jiulifeng Peak Lord.
He was still alive.
Zhuge Wushuang was also thrilled.
"You are Wushuang?" The elderly Peak Master could hardly believe his eyes. He heard that Mo Wuwei was gone, and later Nangong Jue was buried in Qingfeng.
He thought his disciple Zhuge Wushuang, must have perished too, but unexpectedly, Wushuang was still alive.
The Peak Master trembled, old tears flowed freely, and his withered hands tightly grasped him: "Still alive, still alive... child."
Reunited after years, the two had so much to say.
But at this moment, neither could speak, only silently choking.
Zhuge Wushuang’s eyes reddened: "Peak Master, it’s me; I am already at the Quasi-Emperor Realm."
The Peak Master shed tears, very gratified: "Good, good, good..."
Three continuous words of approval.
The withered hands still clutched Zhuge Wushuang, unwilling to let go, not knowing what to say.
