Now, for Hu Ma, speaking in human terms, he has merely slept.
No matter how bizarre, splendid, or earth-shattering the events in the Netherworld Palace seemed, it was nothing more than a dream for him.
Dreams are usually personal matters, but when through this dream, he touched upon some mysterious and peculiar things, it suddenly gained a grander significance.
The decisions he made within this dream stirred indescribable waves, from the deepest and furthest places, crashing into the human world, affecting countless unprepared people.
On Da'ai Mountain, the State Preceptor looked at Old Calculation's lost expression, silent, silent.
As the foremost magic user in the world, his hand is always steady, his vision precise, but at this moment, his whole being started to tremble; he couldn't describe all he saw, which he couldn't understand, yet felt it was a stirring decision.
When in Shangjing City, the descendants of the Hu Family became the first group he found hard to grasp and felt defeated by.
Yet he was somewhat unwilling to accept this because he was defeated by the Hu Family members and the Reincarnator, who collaborated in a plot set for over twenty years.
The descendants of the Hu Family pushing him to leave Shangjing was merely taking advantage, winning on his weakness.
But until this moment, he had to admit that he truly lacked foresight.
His perpetual pride, insight, and skills became small and fragile.
After a long while, he stood up, approached Hu Ma, gazed at his statue-like body, and suddenly sighed softly: "I finally understand why I've walked the wrong path..."
In his mind, he seemed to recall the feeling of admiration he had when he first encountered those Reincarnators.
The admiration for them and the yearning for the other world's civilization were genuine.
But later, stirred by pride, he always wanted to do something to surpass those people or win their awe and respect, which was also genuine.
This wasn't contradictory; for someone like the State Preceptor, doing something earth-shattering to eclipse those people or using his insight and skills to earn their respect felt both contradictory and unified.
But the events in Shangjing City announced his complete defeat.
And now on Da'ai Mountain, he saw behaviors that could truly earn those people's respect, even admiration.
Could it be that simple?
Some things, it turns out, don't necessarily require the world's smartest people to accomplish; the purest and most sincere can also achieve them.
Beside him, Old Calculation was prostrate on the ground, sobbing loudly, pounding the ground, crying annoyingly.
The State Preceptor suddenly sighed: "Stop crying..."
"How can I not cry?"
Old Calculation roared, his face now showing none of the prior respect for the world's foremost magic user, the former Main Sacrificial of the Daluo Dharma Sect, as he directly pointed at his nose and cursed:
"I cry greatly for this world, I cry profoundly for the Zhensui Hu Family's last sound in this world, I cry deeply for the Hu Family bachelor who entered the Netherworld Palace before getting married, I cry bitterly for my uselessness..."
"Why, in the end, do the Hu Family have to bear the cost?"
"Why do people with great skills only know how to wager instead of undertaking big tasks?"
"..."
"Your crying is wonderful, brilliant!"
The State Preceptor, despite being pointed at and cursed, laughed and suddenly clapped his hands and shouted: "If the Hu Family bloodline truly perishes in the Netherworld Palace, then indeed this world deserves such a cry, so why not wait until he truly breathes his last, and then cry..."
Old Calculation's voice suddenly soared, but then he realized suddenly, abruptly restraining himself.
He forcefully wiped his face: "I can stop crying, what do you mean by this?"
The State Preceptor coldly turned around, placed his hand on Hu Ma's shoulder, and said coldly: "Go call the Wang Family over!"
Old Calculation slightly opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask something, but he simply swallowed it back, jumped up, and ran.
And at this moment, the people of the Undying Wang Family had long been waiting nearby, the impact and shock they received no less than that of the State Preceptor and Old Calculation.
Before this, the Wang Family people had touched the most Purple Qi in the world; to build the Undying White Jade City, they nearly consumed ten percent of the earth and sky's proportion, yet now witnessed something greater.
They saw the rolling Purple Qi reclaimed into the human world.
It was reclaimed from the Netherworld Palace, not extracted from the world's populace, but returned to the human world.
After all, the Wang Family had a doctor's background; they would instinctively calculate, how vast must this yin virtue be?
The Undying Wang Family would only be awed by one phenomenon, that would be saving countless lives over their own skills.
The Wang Family could bring dead people from twenty years ago back to the human world, but what if someone could save millions, how would that be calculated?
"State Preceptor, this is..."
Arriving before him, they looked at the State Preceptor, momentarily unable to phrase their thoughts.
"I invited you to save someone."
The State Preceptor looked at Hu Ma's corpse, completely devoid of energy, speaking in a low voice: "You can choose not to save him; it is the Wang Family's choice."
"But I have conceded. If I'm destined to accomplish nothing in my life, not recognized by the world and its people, so be it, but I must be worthy of my skills, as I learned these abilities, they must serve some purpose."
