Chapter 655: Postscript: Return to Blue Planet

When Huo Qinghuang and Ao Jiu stood on the familiar land again, everything was different.

Fifty years ago, Blue Star was still in the early stages of spiritual recovery, the world of cultivation was secretive and low-key, and the mortal world was full of awe and uncertainty about supernatural powers.

And now, with the appearance of the Three Pure Ones, Blue Star has ushered in unprecedented changes.

The world of cultivation is no longer hidden in the mountains and forests, but is gradually moving towards modernization and integrating with scientific and technological civilization.

All major sects have set up academies to train a new generation of monks.

The governments of the mortal world also began to set up special cultivation departments to study how to combine ancient magical powers with modern technology.

"This change is faster than I thought."

Huo Qinghuang looked around, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Ao Jiu nodded seriously, "It seems that Blue Star has really embarked on a brand new path."

The two looked at each other and understood each other.

Their return may not only be a visit to their homeland, but also a journey to witness the rise of the Blue Planet.

And they inevitably left their own marks on this land.

The Huo family's old house on a summer night was immersed in an almost stagnant tranquility.

The cicadas' chirping seemed weary, with only a few sounds occasionally, lazily passing through the thick night.

Deep in the courtyard, the ginkgo tree that has withstood a hundred years of wind and frost casts a huge silent shadow. Its branches and leaves occasionally tremble in the breeze, filtering fragmented moonlight all over the ground.

The 120-year-old Huo Yuheng sat in a wheelchair, stroking a fluorescent white jade pendant in his hand.

That was the protective jade talisman that Huo Qinghuang left behind.

The affairs of the 749 Bureau had long been handed over to his juniors, but he still asked his driver to take him to the bureau for a tour every day, as if this would allow him to be closer to his daughter.

"Master, it's time to go back to the room."

The housekeeper reminded softly.

Butler Wang had passed away long ago, and the one following Huo Qinghuang now is his grandson, Butler Xiao Wang.

Huo Yuheng waved his hand, his cloudy eyes looking at the starry sky: "Wait a little longer, maybe she will be back tonight."

Over the past fifty years, he has grown from a high-spirited head of the family to an old man in his twilight years. His only obsession is to wait for his daughter to return.

Under the grape trellis in the backyard, Mrs. Huo Zhang Jingwan was reclining on a recliner with a thin velvet blanket draped over her body.

Time is the most skillful sculptor, leaving indelible marks on her.

The once plump cheeks have become sunken and covered with fine wrinkles. The once bright eyes are now covered by a layer of cloudy film, making it difficult to see things.

The sparse white hair was neatly tied behind her head, showing an almost stubborn neatness.

She raised her head slightly, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the boundless deep blue sky.

In the night sky, the stars are shining brightly, like randomly scattered diamonds.

Fifty years.

She would sit here almost every clear night, looking in the same direction.

As far as the eye can see, it is the direction of the moon where a world-shaking battle took place fifty years ago.

Others may have already forgotten the memories, but for her, those thrilling scenes have been engraved into her bones, becoming the source of her obsession that has sustained her to this day.

Her daughter, Qinghuang, is deep in that sea of stars.

The skinny fingers unconsciously stroked something warm in the palm of the hand over and over again.

It was also a small white jade pendant. Fifty years later, it still exuded a faint power.

This was the amulet that Qing Huang personally put on her fifty years ago.

Now, in Mrs. Huo's eyes, it is not a talisman, but her only connection with her daughter.

It was the only tangible anchor in her long wait of fifty years.

Outside the courtyard wall, there were a few low roars of passing cars in the distance, and farther away, the halo of the city’s neon lights faintly dyed half the sky red.

This is the hustle and bustle of the human world, a background sound that is both familiar and unfamiliar to Mrs. Huo.

Her world has long since shrunk to this courtyard full of flowers and plants, and to the starry sky above her head.

"Mom, the night dew is heavy, shall we go back to the house?"

A gentle voice sounded from behind, with cautious concern.

Mrs. Huo did not look back, but shook her head almost inaudibly, her eyes fixed on the night sky.

"Jiayue, look, the stars are especially bright today."

She did this every day, as if the stars would bring news of her daughter.

The shock of Huo Qinghuang's departure fifty years ago has long since settled into silent longing, which surges in my mind like a tide whenever the night is quiet.

The footsteps approached slowly, and a thicker blanket was draped over her legs.

"Are you waiting for your sister again?"

Huo Jiayue sat down on the small stool next to the recliner, her voice becoming even softer with a barely perceptible sigh.

Mrs. Huo finally moved, and her turbid gaze withdrew from the starry sky and fell on Huo Jiayue's still young face.

After fifty years, cultivators have mastered the art of maintaining their youthful looks. Jiayue still looks like a person in her thirties, but her expression shows more calmness and concern.

Mrs. Huo reached out and gently patted the back of Huo Jiayue's hand which was resting on the armrest of the wheelchair. Her dry lips moved for a moment, but she said nothing in the end.

Thousands of words turned into the lingering expectation and bottomless longing in the eyes.

She raised her head again and looked at the sea of stars.

Her gaze seemed to travel through billions of miles of void, searching stubbornly for even a glimmer of light that could prove that her daughter was still safe in the boundless universe.

At this moment, her pupils suddenly shrank!

At the edge of the star field that she had gazed at countless times, near the zenith, two unusually bright spots of light suddenly flashed!

Unlike the fleeting silver light of ordinary meteors, the light presented a strange, blue and gold color with an indescribable texture!

They did not fall vertically, but with a clear purpose, like two precisely guided stars, cutting through the deep night sky and heading straight towards...

Swooping down from the direction of the Huo family’s old house!

The speed is too fast!

It was so fast that it exceeded the limits of any aircraft or meteorite that Mrs. Huo knew!

The previous moment they were still in the distant sky, and the next moment, the two rays of light had torn through the night sky, leaving burning tracks on the retina, becoming incomparably huge and clear!

Their light is not dazzling, but rather has a strange gentleness, yet contains an indescribable majesty, as if it is the gaze of a god descending from heaven!

Mrs. Huo's breathing suddenly stopped!

My heart felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand and instantly rose to my throat!

His skinny fingers gripped the cold armrest of the recliner tightly, and his knuckles turned blue due to the force.

Her cloudy eyes widened as she stared at the two lights that were getting closer and brighter, and a "ho ho" sound came from her throat.

Is it an illusion?

Is it an illusion caused by mental confusion after fifty years of longing?

Or... or...