719: Chapter 720 The Wasteland of No Return, the Echoes of War Cries

The immortal ship tore through layers of spatial barriers, finally arriving at a shattered immortal realm marked as the Wuwang Wasteland.

Unlike the protected scenery of the Cold Moon Immortal Realm, this place was truly desolate.

As far as the eye could see, there were only boundless, dark-colored shattered continents floating in the Void Realm, with no buildings, no Spiritual Qi veins, and almost no signs of life.

Violent Chaos currents and space-time fragments raged eternally here, forming a dead zone where even an Immortal King would be unwilling to linger.

“This is the place.”

Yue Liuli stood at the bow of the ship, her silver eyes scanning the area below, her voice carrying a trace of heavy confirmation.

“The core of the ancient Wuji Heavens, where the Wuji Divine Hall was located, has actually become this desolate.”

The immortal ship hovered over a relatively flat part of the wasteland. Gu Changge stepped out of the ship, his gaze calmly scanning the desolation.

He said nothing, but a faint halo once again rose around his body, with time runes flowing like a galaxy.

“Time Regression.” With a soft whisper, silver-gray ripples spread out once more, enveloping this forgotten wasteland.

Time flowed backward, and all things changed.

The shattered continents merged, the Chaos currents calmed, and a structure sharper than the Taiyin Immortal Palace appeared, composed entirely of countless sword-shaped peaks and metallic halls.

A vast divine court, radiating a terrifying Sword Intent that could sever all laws and stood supreme, crashed into the scene!

The Wuji Divine Hall!

Sword light pierced the heavens, reflecting across the myriad realms. Countless Sword Cultivators shuttled through the air on sword light, practicing world-shaking sword formations. A somber, killing intent filled the world, as if it could even sever time.

Yue Liuli watched quietly. Even as an Immortal Emperor, she had to admit that the prosperity of the ancient Wuji Sword Dao indeed had its unique merits.

Xiao Bai also widened her dragon eyes curiously.

Gu Changge's gaze was locked onto the deepest part of the divine hall, the source of that purest Wuji Sword Intent; he was looking for that figure.

The flow of the images slowed as a key juncture arrived.

Alarm bells rang out within the divine hall, and sword light shot into the sky.

Unlike the commotion at the Taiyin Immortal Palace, the reaction of the Wuji Divine Hall was extremely intense and orderly!

Countless Sword Cultivators instantly formed a formation, their billion sword lights transforming into a brilliant river of swords that could sever a galaxy.

This was a combined strike powerful enough to heavily injure or even kill an ordinary Immortal Emperor, yet it was held back, ready to fire!

In the next instant, that familiar figure shrouded in a hazy halo appeared silently once more, directly in front of the river of swords.

“Collect.” The person waved their hand again, and the simple, unadorned bead emerged.

The massive Wuji Divine Hall began to tremble, wrapped and compressed by an invisible, mighty force.

A fragment of sound, buried by the dust of time and almost inaudible, pierced through the ages, echoing faintly within the regressed scene.

It was not a scream of fear or a wail of despair, but an old, resolute battle cry that shook the heavens, filled with infinite sharpness and the will to die:

“Point the swords toward the heavens! Protect my...!”

The latter half of the battle cry was completely drowned out and erased by the even more violent sound of spatial collapse and the mysterious person's slightly increased force.

But just this half-sentence of a battle cry, and the four words “Point the swords toward the heavens,” exploded like thunder in the hearts of Yue Liuli and Gu Changge!

Point the swords toward the heavens? Protect my...? Protect my what? Mountains and rivers? Sect? Or... the Immortal Realm?

Looking at this scene, it was more like an army about to set out for the battlefield, letting out a final shout before breaking camp!

Then, the brilliance faded completely, and the Wuji Divine Hall turned into a stream of light that entered the bead, leaving the wasteland once again.

The Time Regression ended.

Gu Changge stood silently in place for a long time, that earth-shattering half-sentence of a battle cry replaying constantly in his mind.

Yue Liuli was also plunged into great confusion and shock. The will within that battle cry was by no means one of waiting for death, but of taking the initiative to face the enemy!

“Master, what did they mean by 'pointing swords toward the heavens'? What's out there?” Xiao Bai scratched her head and asked in confusion.

Gu Changge did not answer. He slowly raised his hand, a tiny, almost imperceptible trace of an image captured from the regression scene condensing at his fingertips.

In the image, when that figure collected the Wuji Divine Hall, the halo around their body produced an extremely subtle, chaotic fluctuation.

The aura of this figure shared the same source as the aura of his Master in his memories.

But within it was mixed a trace of heavy exhaustion he had never felt before, as well as a nearly undetectable hint of sadness.

“To the next place, the Jiuhua Divine Sect.” Gu Changge's voice was deeper than ever as he carefully tucked away that wisp of aura.

He did not explain, but Yue Liuli could feel that beneath Gu Changge's calm exterior, something heavier and more complex was brewing.

The answer he sought seemed to be deviating from the originally envisioned path.

The immortal ship set off again, slicing through the desolate starry sky.

Before leaving, Gu Changge took one last look at this wasteland. His gaze seemed to pierce through the endless Void Realm, casting toward some place that might exist in the unknown, pointed to by those swords toward the heavens.

Was that the end of all the mysteries?

The immortal ship traveled through the cold Void Realm, heading toward the location where the Jiuhua Divine Sect was in Yue Liuli's memory.

The cabin was unusually quiet. Since leaving the Wuwang Wasteland, Gu Changge had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The faint aura at his fingertips, containing exhaustion and sadness, slowly circled and flickered above his palm.

He was repeatedly sensing and analyzing it, trying to piece together more of the truth from this fragment of emotion left by his Revered Master, spanning across endless time.

Yue Liuli also stood silently by the porthole, watching the passing Chaos light outside.

In her mind, that half-sentence battle cry of “Point the swords toward the heavens, protect my—” and that slightly exhausted figure lingered.

They were like two cold keys, trying to pry open a door she had never considered, leading to a darker and more tragic truth.

“We’re here.”

After an unknown amount of time, Yue Liuli's cool voice broke the silence.

The immortal ship slowly decelerated, hovering in a strange Star Domain.

Unlike the deathly desolation of the Wuwang Wasteland, the immortal realm before them was shrouded in a layer of faint, seemingly eternal dark-red mist.

Within the mist, one could faintly see countless fragments of shattered continents and a vast, scorched land.

There were no signs of life on the continent, yet there strangely remained a lingering afterglow of a hot, explosive Yang Qi that seemed capable of incinerating all evil.

“This should be the ancient Chiyang Heavens,” Yue Liuli identified.

“The Jiuhua Divine Sect was supreme in the ancient times for its Nine Yang Heaven-Incinerating Art and Body Refining techniques. Its location should have been the place where the power of Extreme Yang was most flourishing. How could it have become so gloomy and deathly, yet still harbor hidden scorching embers?”

The scene before them showed another discrepancy from the clean removal seen previously.

This place didn't look like it had been erased; it looked more like it had undergone an extremely tragic battle that might have even ended in mutual destruction, leaving behind destructive aftermath that was forcibly frozen in time by some power.

Gu Changge opened his eyes and stood up, his gaze scanning the dark-red mist and the scorched continent.

He said nothing more and stepped out of the ship again, standing in mid-air.

This time, when he performed Time Regression, his movements seemed more cautious than before. Silver-gray light flowed around him, and time runes condensed.

It was as if he were fighting against the interference of the residual, chaotic, and overbearing destructive Dao Rhyme in this Star Domain.

“Time Regression.”

The ripples expanded, laboriously flowing upstream against the current of time.

The dark-red mist churned, and the scorched continent shed its deathly stillness.

A magnificent divine Sect, guarded by the phantoms of nine eternally burning suns, with countless red-gold divine mountains and towering halls, where even the air flowed with lava and golden light, gradually manifested!