Chapter 270: You Are Our Future

Chapter 270: You Are Our Future

The immortals, once solitary companions of lonely mountains, embodied the essence of detachment from worldly desires. They endured hardships like enduring the elements and nourishing solitude and loneliness. They faced countless life-and-death trials to achieve immortality.

Yet, their journey ended so tragically...

After years of cultivation, enduring the sorrows of aging and illness, outliving their contemporaries, a few barely managed to return. They paid a heavy price to pierce through the veil, setting foot on the land of the real world again, only for three of them to be instantly annihilated.

The two who escaped to a distance carried a sense of profound melancholy. Once esteemed members of the celestial ranks, they had been lofty and divine. Now, their companions met such a fate.

It felt surreal. Centuries ago, before entering the veil, they could command the winds and rains, even altering dynasties with their mere presence.

“Indeed, myths are but dreams,” they lamented, engulfed in a deep sense of desolation. Nevertheless, they didn't stop; they fled deeper into the forest.

But opportunities were scarce. Wang Xuan, steering the flying boat, pursued them, faster than their fleeing forms. He swung the God-Slaying Banner again in pursuit.

The two despaired as the golden patterns spread through the void. Despite their best efforts, splitting up, soaring skyward, burrowing deep, and even burning their spiritual essence to the limit, they were grazed by the golden threads.

The one who flew lost half of his spiritual form, then was suddenly enveloped by Chen Yongjie's blazing red cassock, captured alive.

The one who burrowed deep underground was left half-destroyed, his spirit on the brink of collapse, utterly pitiful.

Chen Yongjie waved his multicolored feather fan, and the earth exploded, revealing a vast pit. The red cassock, like descending fiery clouds, swept up the second individual as well.

Within the cassock, the remnants of their spirits were on the verge of disintegration, their lives hanging by a thread.

Mainly, the cost of crossing realms had been too great. They were in their weakest state. When Zhou Chong returned from Yuan Pond Mountain, he had to recuperate for two days and nights before daring to show himself.

“Is this the fate of immortals? How pitiful and lamentable,” one of them shook his head, not in anger, but a profound sense of disillusionment that stemmed from deep within his soul.

Wang Xuan didn't rush to act, sensing the depth of their emotions.

Another celestial, speaking in a resigned tone, remarked, "There is a grave issue with the current world. The retreat of the mysterious substances harbors deep malevolence, watching us from the shadows. The fate of the celestials is bound to be tragic." Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Since learning that transcendence was decaying, that everything would return to its origin, they had strived to alter their destiny.

To their horror, they discovered that their entire existence seemed illusory, as if they were living in a grand delusion.

"Waking up, all immortals will realize that their existence is but a bubble, a dream," one celestial lamented. Ordinary people live and die, leaving nothing behind, but they awakened from the dream, experiencing agony as the world corrected its course.

"The immortals, once standing tall in the heavens, are actually quite pitiable."

The two celestials didn't target Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie. They were just muttering to themselves, disillusioned and despondent with the world. Facing death, they sensed the deep malevolence in the mortal realm.

"What's the point in repeating our path in this decaying era of myths?" they finally addressed Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie.

Wang Xuan felt a complex mix of emotions. His hostility towards them diminished. Empathizing with their plight, he too would feel disheartened if his cultivation led to such an end.

"Initiate the Primordial Plan, prepare to evacuate!" Certain conglomerates discussed in secrecy, readying for departure. Unaware of the specifics, they assumed the celestials' grand display likely vanquished Wang Xuan and that they would appear in the mortal realm.

Some factions planned to abandon the New World, fleeing to deep space to a land devoid of myths. By avoiding the three-year calamity and returning post-crisis, they hoped to retain control.

Originally intent on a fierce stand against the celestials, recent events dampened their resolve. Despite their capacity to obliterate planets, they were helpless against spiritual entities.

The Mount Jinding area quieted down. Did the celestials arrive? Was Wang Xuan defeated?

After half an hour, people were shocked to see Wang Xuan emerge calmly from the woods, approaching Yu City as if on a leisurely stroll.

The world erupted in shock. Despite the celestials' tumultuous arrival, Wang Xuan survived unscathed, his composure and tranquility intact.

What of the vengeful celestials who had threatened retribution, their spiritual transmissions heard across Yu City?

"Wang Xuan triumphs again, even against celestials!" The public buzzed with excitement, bewildered by the outcome that even legendary beings couldn't subdue him.

Curiosity surged about what transpired amidst the supermaterial upheaval and the failure of all surveillance, leading to a battle that defied imagination.

At the Wan Yue Cliff, a woman in white robes expressed astonishment. The young man from New Star had actually survived unscathed?

In a villa, Zhou Chong felt disheartened. Seated atop a silver bell, his spiritual form dim, he frowned. That young transcendent he had once considered recruiting was so formidable? There was a major problem with him. Instantly, Zhou Chong's thoughts turned to the missing Slash God Banner, and he became deeply concerned.

"Old Wang, this is defying the heavens! Even the celestials from behind the Great Curtain can't touch him. I'm genuinely impressed!" Zhong Cheng was utterly shocked.

In the Sun family, senior members receiving the news were speechless. Was Wang Xuan really that formidable?

"Now's not the time to clash with him. Let him stand against the celestials. We'll quietly observe for the moment," they decided.

The public fervently discussed, and Wang's contemptuous image again circulated, drawing attention.

The conglomerates, however, were preoccupied with whether to implement the Primordial Plan. Should they retreat decisively or observe the situation further?

That day, the universe seemed to subtly tremble, followed by extraordinary phenomena. On life-bearing planets, including New Star and the Old World, and deep in space, wherever myths existed, unusual celestial events unfolded.

Great Curtains appeared, mirroring their corresponding worlds, seemingly separated by only a hazy glow.

Some Curtains connected but now began to rupture. Then, the worlds behind the Curtains visibly dimmed. In an instant, half the territories behind all Curtains extinguished.

The beings behind the Curtains were shocked and horrified by this abrupt change. Why had the process accelerated so suddenly?

Moreover, the Departed Lands, renowned for their significance, underwent terrifying transformations.

On New Star's Hanwu Mountain, the golden expanse Wang Xuan witnessed, along with the bubbles enveloping strange creatures, swiftly receded, vanishing forever.

In deep space, in the Departed Land Wang Xuan had entered, the Ferryman on his Ascension Divine Bamboo Raft felt his hair stand on end.

He abruptly looked up. The moon had disappeared. Then, to his horror, it reappeared, dripping blood and even blinking twice.

He nearly fled in terror. The moon above the Departed Land, a massive eyeball with a silver-white pupil, was now bleeding!