670: Chapter 670 Two Ruins

Without dwelling on it further, you scanned your surroundings.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators looked at you with varying expressions; no one dared to approach, and no one dared to come over to strike up a conversation.

You understood why—after all, you had offended the Heavenly Palace.

Just as you were preparing to leave, True Man Ziyang transformed into a stream of light and landed in front of you.

He looked at you, took a deep breath, cupped his hands, bowed, and was about to salute: "Thank you..."

You quickly supported his hands: "True Man, I cannot accept this salute."

"Senior risked opposing the Heavenly Palace to save my Ziyang Palace; how could I not offer such a small gesture of respect?" He looked at you, full of curiosity.

You looked at his aged face and said calmly: "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid with a gushing spring. I also received great kindness from Venerable Ziyang, so I truly cannot accept such a grand salute from you, True Man."

After speaking, you handed over an immortal medicine: "This medicine should be able to extend your lifespan by at least a hundred years, by which time you should be able to step into Soul Transformation."

He glanced at the majestic life energy radiating from the immortal medicine, took a deep breath, shook his head, and looked at you: "Thank you, Senior. After this incident, I have also realized that some people will not be willing to see Ziyang Palace produce a Soul Transformation expert. Please, do not waste this immortal medicine on me."

Your hand paused, you nodded, and took back the immortal medicine.

You understood his reasoning.

Having lived for nearly a thousand years, he had likely seen through many things.

He did not expect Ziyang Palace to rise again; he only wanted to guard the Ancestral Master's lineage, pass it down from generation to generation, and at least leave behind some traces that Venerable Ziyang had existed.

Unfortunately, in the long river of time, how many lineages are merely a flash in the pan.

You took one last look at him, then nodded to the Cultivators who had come to help.

Lin Feng, Qian Santong, and a dozen others all nodded back at you in unison.

You didn't say anything more, took a step, and vanished.

After you left, that invisible sense of oppression instantly vanished.

Tens of thousands of Cultivators breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Chu Yiyi exhaled a fragrant, heavy breath, her voice still trembling: "That was terrifying. I was really worried that there were people from the Heavenly Palace hiding in the shadows who would strike and shatter Ziyang Star."

Lin Feng looked at her, his expression serious: "There were indeed people from the Heavenly Palace in the shadows, but they didn't make a move. I don't know why they suddenly left."

Jingkong shivered, pressed his palms together, his voice also trembling slightly: "Amitabha, I told you, Benefactor Lin is a person of great Luck; he cannot die, he cannot die."

Tang Zhan nodded: "The people from the Heavenly Palace must have been afraid."

Lin Feng smiled: "I sensed two people at the Mahayana stage. Do you think a Mahayana Cultivator would be afraid?"

"Ah—?" Chu Yiyi exclaimed.

Beside them, Jingkong's legs went weak, and his body leaned toward Gu Lingshuang on his right.

Gu Lingshuang quickly steadied him, looking at him with disdain: "You are merely a Clone, yet you are afraid of death? What a waste."

Jingkong's lips trembled: "Amitabha, did you not hear clearly? That was Mahayana! The Power of the Great Dao of a Mahayana Cultivator can kill the main body directly through a Clone!"

Once these words were spoken, the others suddenly remembered this fact.

Everyone's complexion changed; cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, and their backs felt a chill.

On the other side.

You did not leave Ziyang Star immediately, but instead went to the ruins of the Tianyin Sect first.

You hovered in mid-air, face cold, scanning the scene before you—the hundred thousand continuous mountain ranges were now nothing but ruins.

Countless pavilions and palaces had collapsed into fragments, mountain peaks had been leveled, and the ground was pitted with craters several meters deep everywhere.

Weeds grew wildly from the cracks in the rubble, covering most of the ruins, but they could not hide the shocking scars.

You landed and stepped on the broken tiles, which crunched beneath your feet.

A broken spirit-wood door panel leaned against a ruined wall; on it, three little stick figures were drawn holding hands, the strokes crooked—clearly drawn by a child.

Next to it, two words were scrawled crookedly: "Wait for me."

The handwriting looked very childish; perhaps some little Disciple had made a promise to Cultivate and grow up with someone.

You squatted down and looked for a long time.

The wind blew through the ruins, howling like someone crying.

You looked to the side; hanging on a half-collapsed wall was a small cloth shoe, the size of a palm, dried by the wind for over a hundred years, its color long faded.

A small flower was embroidered on the shoe's surface, the stitches fine and dense; it was clear that the person who sewed it had been very attentive.

You reached out to touch it, and the cloth shoe wobbled, then disintegrated into dust.

These children—some might not have even reached Foundation Establishment, some might have just learned their first Spell, and some might still have been waiting for their Master to praise them.

They knew nothing.

You withdrew your trembling hand, took a deep breath, looked at the ruins before you, and whispered:

"Rest in peace!"

"I will avenge you!"

You stood up and walked a bit further.

Scattered on the ground were many fragments of broken Magical Artifacts and pieces of a jade pendant.

You picked up a piece, on which the two characters "Silly Egg" were faintly carved.

You remembered the little fellow called Silly Egg, who had once asked you a question—

"Why is that spirit pet of yours so powerful? Are you its human pet?"

Your nose tingled, you gripped the jade pendant fragment in your hand, then stood up, took a step, and headed for the ruins of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The tragedy at the Heavenly Sword Sect was even worse than at the Tianyin Sect.

The entire mountain range had been split open by a single sword strike, with a chasm stretching for ten thousand miles, bottomless.

The mountain gate had been pulverized, not even a decent piece of stone remained.

The soil was black, soaked with blood; even after over a hundred years, the color hadn't faded completely.

You landed, and there was a crunch under your feet—it was bone, semi-fossilized bone, embedded in the mud, impossible to tell if it belonged to a human or a Yao Beast.

You looked down for a long time.

After a moment of silence, you walked forward a few steps; a broken sword was stuck in a crevice, its blade rusted and only half remaining.

A blackened cloth strip was wrapped around the hilt, as if someone had gripped it tightly before dying and could not let go.

You continued walking and, under a collapsed stone wall, found a palm-sized wooden carving—a little figure holding a small wooden sword, looking simple and adorable.

The wooden carving was eroded by wind and rain until its features were blurred, but it was clear that the carver's craftsmanship was very crude—the sword didn't look like a sword, the figure didn't look like a figure—yet it exuded a sense of earnestness.

Perhaps it was a little Disciple who wanted to give it to their best friend.

This gift, in the end, was never delivered.

You stood on that black land, looked up at the sky, and remained motionless for a long time.

The wind was strong, blowing a chill into your heart.

For a long time, the light in your eyes dimmed bit by bit, until finally, the light was completely gone.

Your gaze was empty, void of everything.

No hatred.

No sorrow.

No anger.

You took a deep breath, just watching.

After a long while, a subtle fluctuation came from the qiankun ring on your finger—a Jade Slip had received a message.