Chapter 439: The Coming Of A Nice Age

“You are not in a foul spot, actually; you are solidifying your basis. Your cultivation was a bit ethereal earlier than,” Wang Xuan comforted Chen Yongjie.

“That is smart. It is a good alternative to consolidate,” agreed Chen, nodding. His latest breakthroughs had been extremely fast, virtually alarmingly so. Certainly, a second to pause and recognize the journey would serve him effectively for the following leap ahead.

In fact, in comparison with Wang Xuan, his progress was light as a drizzle; his reflection was merely in distinction to some historic figures.

In a distant mountain eight hundred miles away, the Sword Fairy, regardless of possessing a crystal of creation, had shrunk a bit from the shockwave. With a huff, she glared with huge eyes, sketching a well-recognized determine on the bottom with a tiny sword earlier than poking at it aggressively.

Anticipating this response, Wang Xuan hadn’t dared go to her, opting to let the little sprite cool off to keep away from a “sword observe” session upon assembly.

“Wang Xuan, it is you, it needs to be! Shaking me, jolting me once more. What sort of freak are you? Annoying, actually. Are you attempting to maintain me small on goal?”

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Wang Xuan rinsed his physique with chilly water, his pores and skin glistening, illuminated by an odd brilliance—a results of reaching the higher limits of life. Certainly, the eleventh realm was fairly extraordinary.

But, after a short circulation of his scriptures and using secret methods to hide his aura, he returned to his ordinary self, not wishing to face out an excessive amount of, although his pores and skin… was unnaturally excellent.New n0vel chapters are printed on

He turned into his observe garments and handed Chen Yongjie a big bunch of tea fruits, signaling him to maintain quiet and to meditate on the scriptures when unsure, and to steep the fruits in water as a leisurely drink when pondering.

“I… wow!” exclaimed Chen, astounded.

“Go on, sneak these tea fruits to the Sword Fairy,” Wang Xuan instructed, passing one other bunch. The little sprite was reliable, in spite of everything.

“Why do not you go your self? Fearful of getting thrashed?”

“Proper now, she won’t have the ability to beat me.”

Wang Xuan then left the world to walk by means of Ancheng, wanting to gauge the environment following the suppression of the Transcendent ceiling. Unexpectedly, he ended up at Huang Ming’s Exiled Immortal Tea Home.

Opposite to his expectations, every little thing appeared calm, virtually numb; the populace wasn’t as panicky as earlier than, having accepted the truth of their scenario.

Huang Ming greeted him warmly, serving beautiful tea, “What’s there to rail towards destiny for? If it is decreed we reside bizarre lives, let the heavens shake us as they’ll; I’ve totally accepted my lot!”

“I, too, have accepted… Ah, spit!” Zhou Qinghuang, a daily right here, caught herself mid-sentence, promptly refining her phrases, “My destiny is just not mine to command, powerless to change the course set by the heavens, I shall let nature take its path.”

Not far off, Gu Mingxi was whispering with Zhou Shiqi, discussing a possible endorsement deal. Gu, the fairy, deliberate to start out a magnificence firm with Zhou Qinghuang.

Some spirits waned, but many tailored swiftly, participating in discussions about numerous plans—transplanting fruit bushes from the realm of immortals, cultivating new species, opening longevity clinics to increase human lives. Conversations grew animated because the Transcendents expressed willingness to collaborate, to lend one another help, to collectively search funding.

In a nook sat Mo Si, silent, draining cup after cup of tea with out uttering a phrase. A purist in cultivation, he had all the time fought towards the dying gentle of transcendence. However on this age, because the mythic period waned beneath the onslaught of the mundane world, his defenses crumbled.

He felt the desolation of deep autumn, the place all life withers, as he rose and departed in solitude.

“My envisioned world of transcendence, barely explored, now faces extinction,” Wang Xuan sighed softly. His latest breakthrough left him unsettled, touched by an inexplicable chill.

Frowning, he acknowledged the onset of a serious epochal shift. Regardless of his confidence to find a path ahead, he knew it might be a very long time earlier than he may alter the overarching pattern.

Historical past was affected by assured beings from myriad mythic civilizations, together with these past evaluate who perished with out altering their fates. To the Transcendent, the everlasting night time was huge and darkish, the occasional flicker of sunshine too faint to matter.

Ought to he put together a fallback plan for himself? If decreased to ordinariness sooner or later, with timeless goals but no means or basis to maintain them, how may he proceed amidst such terrifying consumption?

But, opening this door, he feared it would tear a nook in his conviction, seeding doubt, undermining his resolve.

“Whilst a commoner, bereft of energy or Transcendent capabilities, I would not starve. However to surrender the trail of transcendence is unthinkable; I need to proceed exploring. It is not a wavering of religion, however a obligatory precaution towards a barren period.”

Within the teahouse, amidst the conversations of Transcendents planning their survival and growth, abandoning the trail of cultivation for the tangibles of actuality, Wang Xuan listened.

Was there fault of their logic? None. It was a rational selection. But, as an outsider, Wang Xuan felt a profound loneliness, his sigh deeper than theirs, his coronary heart tinged with a bitterness that appeared much more acute than theirs on the downfall of the world of transcendence.

“To witness such brilliance solely to lose it, to by no means stand on the pinnacle but to descend with darkness into the abyss—on this grand period, to personally expertise its decline. The huge Immortal Realm, the sumptuous mythological civilization, I have no idea if this can be a last farewell or only a momentary departure, however it’s time to say goodbye!” With these phrases, Wang Xuan rose and departed.

Fang Yuzhu, Yan Yan, Zhang Daoling, and Ming Xue had despatched again data through an historic spacecraft, informing Wang Xuan that they had been venturing far-off for one last battle, however they didn’t elaborate additional.

“On this period, few proceed down this path, other than these within the realm of Gaotian; practically all different Transcendents have relinquished their pursuit,” Wang Xuan felt a heavy unhappiness.

“Might it’s, sooner or later, as a contemporary man, I am going to turn out to be the final follower of the Dao? With everybody else who returned from behind the nice veil having given up, leaving me because the lone struggler within the chilly and darkish night time, clinging to the Transcendent path?” he mused bitterly.

Such a day could be profoundly sorrowful, signifying common defeat, the abandonment by all immortals, void of any glimmer of hope.

If that day certainly arrived, over time, these round him may fail to grasp his solitary journey. Towards the backdrop of such an epoch, a single determine urgent onward is not only a private selection; it is an exposition of cruelty and harsh actuality beneath the crashing waves of a grand period.

“Whereas I nonetheless possess energy, I ought to strive bringing again Goddess Zhao and Wu Yin residence,” Wang Xuan resolved to enterprise into the depths of house.