844: Chapter 845 Returning to the Immortal Realm!

The Qilin King shuddered all over. "Child, is it really you?"

His voice was hoarse and dry, his gaze carefully tracing Mo Yu's features as the shock in his eyes grew ever more intense.

He stared at Mo Yu's extremely stable Quasi-Immortal Emperor dao foundation; his Bloodline was pure and majestic, and his accumulation was deep and flawless.

The purity of his Bloodline condensation and the solidity of his dao foundation and Foundation actually far surpassed his own on many levels.

Millions of years ago, the Black Abyss demonic calamity suddenly erupted, bringing a drastic change to the Immortal Realm.

Back when the Myriad Spirits Heavenly Palace was the leader of the Yao Race, he had taken action with overwhelming power, fighting off several top Immortal Emperors of the Black Abyss Realm.

In the end, he was defeated. To preserve the last spark of the Qilin clan, he did not hesitate to shatter a corner of the Myriad Spirits Heavenly Palace.

Using supreme immortal power, he exiled the sole remaining Bloodline of this lineage into Chaos to flee far away, abandoning their daily life just to preserve a glimmer of hope for the clan's survival.

He had originally thought that the exiled spark could at most barely survive in this Lower Realm, and that saving their lives would be a great fortune.

Yet now, standing before him was not a remnant struggling to survive, but a Quasi-Immortal Emperor with a Foundation of Perfection and an Aura as grand as a rainbow!

Endless sighs, wild joy, guilt, and relief intertwined in his chest.

The Qilin Immortal Emperor could no longer suppress his emotions. He raised his hand and patted Mo Yu's shoulders heavily yet gently, saying "Good" three times in a row, each word resonant, burning, and sincere:

"Good! Good! Good!"

Three "Goods" in a row, each one heavier and more relieved than the last.

The surrounding clamor seemed to fade away at this moment.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, and the others stopped what they were doing and watched this scene from afar.

Though they did not know the exact reason, they could feel the warmth and weight flowing through that shared Bloodline.

"So that is Mo Yu's ancestor..."

"To think such an existence from the Qilin clan still survives in this world..."

Everyone was both shocked and delighted, feeling heartfelt joy for Mo Yu.

At this moment, Mo Yu seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned his head to look at Gu Changge not far away.

Gu Changge stood there quietly, his calm gaze resting on Mo Yu. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly as he gave a gentle nod.

Three days later, the mighty immortal army turned into a sky full of flowing light, returning at full speed toward the newborn Immortal Realm.

Crossing Chaos all the way, before long, everyone saw the giant defensive barrier stretching for hundreds of millions of miles across the outer edge of the Immortal Realm.

This barrier was built with the painstaking efforts of successive generations of strong experts from the Immortal Realm. For millions of years, it had stood like an iron wall in front of the Black Abyss demonic tide, enduring world-destroying demonic attacks countless times to protect the billions of living beings behind it.

But looking at it now, the entire barrier was already riddled with scars, its walls covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Countless sections had completely collapsed and broken. The once majestic defensive formation was dim, no longer possessing its former indestructible appearance.

After millions of years of fierce battles through wind and rain, it had held on until the very last moment. As the Black Abyss was completely annihilated, it also burned through all its power, completing its final mission.

The marching speed of the allied army slowly decreased, and the noisy chatter and laughter gradually quieted down.

Everyone looked at the ruined barrier, their expressions turning solemn in unison.

Countless Cultivators stopped and stood, their gazes brushing over the scars of varying depths on the barrier.

Every crack corresponded to a fierce battle, and beneath every collapsed section of the wall lay buried the figures of those who had once fought in blood.

For millions of years, countless ancestors had stepped forward one after another, leaving their flesh and lives forever before the barrier to protect this world.

Comrades-in-arms who once stood shoulder to shoulder, clan relatives, and sect elders—too many had fallen on this defensive line, never to embark on the journey home again.

Heavy grief slowly spread through the crowd. Some bowed their heads, their fingertips trembling slightly.

Some stared at the mottled wall, tears welling up in their eyes.

The blood and tears of millions of years of warfare flooded their minds scene by scene, and their joy was largely diluted by heavy remembrance.

"This barrier protected us for a full million years," the Heavenly Emperor of Absolute Beginning said, looking at the broken walls, his voice low and hoarse.

"So many of our boys guarded this place, never taking a single step back even unto death. Now that the demonic threat has been eradicated, their sacrifices have not been in vain after all."

"Our ancestors built walls with their bodies and traded their lives for peace."

An old-generation Immortal Venerable let out a long sigh, his tone full of emotion.

"From now on, there will be no more demonic tides knocking at our gate. It's just that those old friends will never return."

Low murmurs of discussion arose, all filled with gratitude and mourning.

Not far away, the Qilin King and Mo Yu stood side by side, also gazing at the ruined barrier.

Mo Yu's heart was filled with mixed emotions. Upon the ruins before him, there was not only the blood of the Immortal Realm's Cultivators but also the blood of Yao Race ancestors who had once fought here.

The Qilin Bloodline within his body grew slightly warm, giving rise to heartfelt respect.

The Qilin King's gaze was distant as he looked at the residual slaughtering Dao Rhyme in the depths of the barrier. He spoke slowly, "Though the barrier is shattered, the Dao of protection has never been broken.

The departed heroic souls will be remembered by the heavens, and we, the living, must shoulder this Legacy and guard this hard-won peace."

Mo Yu nodded heavily, carving these words deep into his heart.

Xiao Ruobai, Fang Hanyu, Ling Xi, Wang Xiaopang, and Dong Li also stood together, their expressions solemn.

Only after fighting all the way to this point did they understand how hard it was for their ancestors, and how difficult it was to achieve the peace of the Immortal Realm behind them.

High in the sky, Gu Changge and Daoist Purple Bamboo stood side by side.

Daoist Purple Bamboo looked at the defensive line he had guarded for a million years with complex emotions; his million-year-long watch had finally come to an end.

He raised his hand and conjured thousands of green lights, collecting all the scattered remains of the heroic martyrs and the residual fragments of the barrier.

Then, he stored this ancient defensive wall, which had borne a million years of bloody battles, into his grotto-heaven.

"May the heroic spirits be immortal, and may the mountains and rivers never fail them.

Everyone, return to the Immortal Realm!"

With a single command, the mighty soundwaves penetrated Chaos.

A million years of guarding the border to the death, a million years of drifting and fierce battles, countless ancestors buried in foreign lands, and countless generations fighting demons in blood.

Today, the demonic threat is eradicated. With the ruined barrier as witness, they can finally set foot on their homeland.

Tears welled up in the eyes of the immortal army across the sky, and everyone was deeply shaken.

The desire to return home, suppressed for millions of years, erupted completely at this moment as countless streaks of light soared into the sky.

Battle Intent and thoughts of home intertwined, rushing majestically toward the territory of the Immortal Realm.

In less than half a day, the battlefield that was once loud enough to shake the heavens fell into complete silence.

Only a massive chasm spanning the Void Realm proved what a terrifying war had once taken place here.

Just then, ripples in the Void Realm slowly spread, and a figure emerged from the depths of Chaos.

He leaked not a single trace of magical power from his body, appearing ordinary and unremarkable, yet the raging chaotic currents around him actively retreated.

His indifferent gaze swept over the utterly devastated ruins, and looking at the completely annihilated remnants of the Black Abyss Realm, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"The Black Abyss Realm... was actually destroyed?"