Immortal Travel of Longevity

Chen Changsheng left behind the Ancient Character Seal and departed.

Mo Yuan gripped it. Watching the Mister's departing figure, he let out a long sigh.

On second thought, he felt the Mister was right.

Perhaps they really shouldn't have met again.

Mo Yuan put away the Ancient Character Seal and turned back into the Dragon Palace.

He didn't utter a single word. He only felt that the affairs of the world are impermanent, and that endless troubles always seemed to find their way to those with bitter fates.

...

Having traveled such a great distance, Chen Changsheng felt rather fatigued.

He returned to Qingxian Temple outside Qingshan City.

True Man Wulei paused at the sight.

He went inside to fetch a blanket and draped it over the Mister.

True Man Wulei let out a long breath. Gazing into the distance, he saw pillars of light rising from all directions, linking together to shroud the entire Mortal World.

"The Mister is truly righteous..."

True Man Wulei murmured, seemingly only now understanding what it meant to be an immortal.

For righteousness and for the people.

During the brief moment True Man Wulei spent gazing outward, the sky suddenly darkened.

The True Man froze, bewildered. It was still early; how could it be dark already?

But a moment later, a loud buzzing reached his ears.

It was the sound of locust wings vibrating.

Alarmed, True Man Wulei stumbled back two paces. He watched the locusts pour in, sweeping forward as if dark clouds press down upon the city.

"Buzzzzz..."

The entire firmament seemed buried beneath the dense swarm of locusts.

They had returned to Green Mountain, their numbers several times greater than before. Over the past few days, the vegetation had just begun to sprout new shoots, but in a single sweep, it was all reduced to nothing.

"Vile insects!"

True Man Wulei roared in anger.

He lashed out with his whisk, and an instant later, an incantation spilled from his lips.

"I call upon the Five Thunders! Eradicate these vile insects!"

With a flick of his whisk, the sky and earth changed color. Dark clouds rolled in, coalescing to unleash a deafening thunderbolt.

"Rumble!"

The Thunder Art roared toward the locusts.

Massive swathes of locusts were struck down by the Thunder Art, filling the air with a charred scent. However, in the face of such an overwhelming plague, a single strike of Thunder Art was merely a drop in the bucket.

"Strike!"

"Strike! Strike!"

True Man Wulei called down three consecutive strikes of Thunder Art.

His Magical Power was drained dry, leaving him incomparably exhausted.

His eyes reddened. Watching the natural life around him face utter annihilation under the locust plague, he could not suppress his deep grief.

Gritting his teeth, he raised his whisk, intent on calling down another Thunder Art.

But right at that moment, he felt a hand press down on his shoulder.

Chen Changsheng's eyes were heavy with sleep. The buzzing of the locusts and the booming Thunder Art had awakened him.

"Let This Chen do it,"

Chen Changsheng said.

True Man Wulei paused for a moment and slowly put down his whisk.

...

On this day, the wind rose in the Mortal World.

Fierce winds, heavy rain, and deafening thunder!

Several pillars of light rose from all directions in the Mortal World.

The commoners of the Mortal World and the immortals lingering within it looked up, seeing those pillars of light standing stark and brilliant between heaven and earth.

"Crack!"

A deafening crack of thunder tore through the air, momentarily seeming to illuminate the entire world.

Heavy rain began in the south.

Terrifying waves surged within the Desolate Sea.

Yun Hengzi arrived in the south of this Mortal World, on the shores of the Desolate Sea.

Under his watchful gaze, the ancient character runes on the cliff walls emitted ripples of light.

"Crash!"

The seawater surged!

Yet at this very moment.

It poured backward into the sky!

The waters of the Mortal World flowed up toward the heavens!

Such a heaven-defying scene unfolded right before Yun Hengzi's eyes.

"The sea pours backward into the sky, transforms into rain, and sweeps toward the north."

Yun Hengzi recovered his wits and turned his gaze to the north.

His gaze crossed ten thousand miles, and upon the vast snow mountains, he saw an Immortal Sword heavy with killing intent.

"The North commands slaughter!"

Yun Hengzi took a deep breath and murmured, "Brilliant, truly brilliant..."

The path of ancient characters was truly wondrous beyond words.

Drawing the waters, raising the momentum, manifesting the rain, commanding the clouds, driving them north, and raining down slaughter!

The grand momentum of heaven and earth was entirely under this person's control. Whether it was the flow of water or the mandate of the heavens, both were held firmly in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, it was as if the person who laid this Formation was the Heavenly Dao itself.

The waters of the Desolate Sea rose.

Pouring backward into the sky, they reversed the very process of falling rain in that brief span of time.

The water transformed into mist, gathering into clouds.

Dark clouds rose from the coast of this Southern Domain.

"Rumble!"

Peals of thunder exploded in the ears of the myriad demons and humans.

Countless demons hid themselves away.

Yun Hengzi stood in the rain, his clothes untouched by a single drop of water.

"Whoosh..."

Raindrops the width of a finger poured down.

Ceaselessly sweeping toward the north.

...

Chen Changsheng sat in Qingxian Temple.

A wisp of azure light rose from the ground, transforming into the formation eye.

Chen Changsheng extended two fingers, watching the heavy rain sweep in from afar.

Thunder Art roared down, striking right into the midst of the locust swarm.

However, this thunder was anything but ordinary.

"Rumble!"

The Thunder Art fell into a patch of the locust swarm, and in the blink of an eye, it ignited a raging fire.

Massive swathes of locusts were incinerated by the Thunder Art, emitting an unnatural glow.

The rain poured down, but it could not extinguish that heavenly fire.

Millions upon millions of locusts fled toward the north, relentlessly pursued by the torrential rain.

True Man Wulei watched the sky and earth change color and the boundless Thunder Art manifest. Unspeakable shock filled his eyes.

The green-robed Mister stood amid the storm. Fierce winds whipped at his robes. In that moment, he truly looked like a True Immortal descended to the mortal realm—a being no one dared look at directly.

The howling wind and rain swept across the world.

They washed away the charred stench entirely. Raindrops splattered against the stone slabs with sharp sizzling sounds. In that moment, the momentum of heaven and earth rested entirely in the hands of one man.

...

In the endless, rolling snow mountains of the north.

An Immortal Sword already stood tall upon the peaks.

From the moment the Formation first surged with momentum, it had already made full preparations.

Gazing into the distance, a mass resembling a dark cloud could be seen fleeing from the distant Mortal World toward this very spot.

The Taiqing Sword looked toward the place where the central formation's azure light rose into the sky.

And it heard a murmur.

"Are you still not rising?"

The Taiqing Sword suddenly jolted. In that moment, it could no longer conceal the baleful blood aura within.

In a mere instant, the baleful aura, killing intent, and blood vigor all erupted from the blade.

"Hum!"

The sword hovered in midair.

At that moment, heaven and earth were bathed in a layer of red light. The nearly tangible baleful blood aura blotted out the firmament.

Countless strands of Sword Qi erupted from the Taiqing Sword, slashing toward the locust swarm fleeing in its direction.

"Kill!"

The sword seemed to hum in response.

The Sword Qi swept through cluster after cluster of dark clouds like fine rain.

Countless locusts plummeted from the sky. Accompanied by the crushing momentum of the heavens, Thunder Art and torrential rain poured down.

For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was rain or insects falling from the sky.

Seeing that the slaughter formation in the north had activated, Chen Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling exceptionally drained, he yawned, leaned against the stone railing, and simply dozed off.

True Man Wulei looked over.

The Mister's sword lay peacefully beside him. The green-robed Mister had tucked his hands into his sleeves and rested his head against the railing, falling deeply asleep just like that.

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