Chapter 870: Each Making Their Own Choices…
Moon Shadow Sect, Ascension Platform.
The auspicious clouds dispersed, revealing the true form.
A deathly silence lingered below the Ascension Platform for a breath.
Then, a thunderous roar of amazement erupted.
"It's Yu Cizhen!!"
"It really is that first ascendant in a thousand years!!"
I don't recognize this face.
When Yu Ci ascended to heaven, he did not keep it a secret, but instead invited all fellow practitioners from all over the world to witness the ceremony.
On that day, flowers rained down from the sky, and golden lotuses sprang forth.
Through this, he broke through the deadly barrier and gained further enlightenment, even surpassing the old cultivator who had been suffering from chronic illness for many years. In that baptism of the Dao, he was reborn.
For the cultivators of the Cangyun Realm...
Yu Cizhen was not only a pioneer in achieving immortality over the past thousand years, but also half a master!
"Really!!"
An old monster in the Integration Stage with white hair knelt down tremblingly, tears streaming down his face.
"You've finally returned... You've met my sect's ancestor."
My ancestor's name was Li Yuntian.
If you are still alive, let me convey my message to your disciples and grandchildren...
The sect is about to collapse!
That cry was like flipping a switch.
Countless cultivators knelt down, throwing out urgent questions onto the platform.
"Truly, what is the Immortal Realm like?"
"Why has my ancestor never sent back a single word since ascending to heaven thousands of years ago?"
"Is it possible that... the Immortal Realm doesn't even exist?"
Faced with these faces filled with longing, fear, and confusion.
Yu Cizhen gripped the whisk tightly, her hand tightening slightly.
Can she tell the truth?
Are you saying that the ancestors of these cultivators—those amazing heroes—have long since become the dead souls under Bai Jian's sword? Are you saying that the so-called immortal realm is nothing more than a slaughterhouse ruled by Bai Jian?
She looked at the monks.
I can't say.
If we were to speak out, their Dao hearts would crumble, and the last backbone of the Cangyun Realm would break.
"quiet."
Yu Cizhen's voice was soft, yet it flowed like a clear spring through a mountain stream, calming the surrounding noise.
Her gaze swept over the crowd, her eyes revealing a solemn compassion.
“Your ancestors did not abandon you.”
“껩没놋弃门”
She lied.
“They… all died in battle.”
Whoosh—
The entire audience erupted in uproar.
"How could this be?! Our ancestor possessed extraordinary powers and had already become an immortal. How could he be dead?!"
"The Immortal Realm... could it be a battleground?"
“Yes.” Yu Cizhen nodded, her voice low. “That was a battle that concerned the survival of the Cangyun Realm.”
The celestial realm was once invaded by foreign enemies and turned into scorched earth.
Your ancestors, in order to guard the entrance to this world and prevent the flames of war from spreading to the lower realms, all... perished outside the Heavenly Gate.
"The Immortal Realm is currently being rebuilt."
"My purpose in descending to the mortal realm this time is to guide you to inherit the legacy of our martyrs, to... rebuild the immortal realm, and to seek revenge!"
The reason why it has been so difficult to become an immortal in the past thousand years is that the immortal realm has not yet recovered and is not yet ready to guide cultivators to ascend.
Now, after a thousand years of rest and recuperation, the immortal realm has recovered.
The gates to immortality have opened; you all now have the chance to become immortals!
The wind blew across the Ascension Platform, carrying with it a mournful sound.
"Ancestor!!"
Upon hearing this, the old monster who had previously reached the Integration Stage collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.
"So...so you were protecting your grand-disciple..."
"I hate it! I hate that my cultivation is too weak to share your burdens!!"
This lie is too perfect, too tragic.
돗 gives death the most dignified reason.
Among the crowd, the Daoist heart collapsed because their last reliance—the imagined support of those enjoying bliss in heaven—had fallen.
But some of them had strange expressions.
An old cultivator, whose appearance was withered and haggard, was stunned when he heard that his enemy's ancestor was dead. Then he laughed wildly.
"Good riddance! Good riddance!!"
"You old thief, you stole my opportunity, killed my wife and children, and even after ascending to immortality you still act arrogantly! Now you're dead? Hahahaha!"
"When a white cup floats on the water!!"
Laughter and tears mingled together.
This is the essence of all phenomena.
Yu Cizhen watched quietly, sighing in her heart.
껩Okay.
It evoked hatred, it evoked respect, it evoked this overwhelming grief and indignation...
Those beings in that painting might last a little longer.
Do you want to become an immortal?
Yu Cizhen suddenly spoke up.
She flicked her wrist.
Splash—
The "Azure Clouds and Rivers" scroll, shimmering with a faint silver light, slowly unfolded in the air.
The 돗没놋 did not display any beautiful landscape.
Instead, it's like a bottomless vortex, exuding a chilling aura of bygone years.
"This painting is called the Cangyun Mountain and River Map."
"The area within the map is a world unto itself."
"A moment in the outside world, a thousand years within the map."
Upon hearing this, the previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.
Soda's breathing became heavy.
A moment can equal a thousand years?
Wouldn't that be... instant success?!
Don't be too happy yet.
Yu Cizhen's voice turned cold.
"These thousand years are the years that have been 'dead'."
"There is no worldly dust, no human emotions, and not even the feeling of 'being alive' inside."
Endless, tedious, day-to-day chain repair.
“Those who go in might go mad because they can’t withstand the erosion of time.”
“If you are not able to, you will completely forget who you are, cut off all your desires, and become a walking corpse that knows how to repair itself.”
"This is a shortcut."
“껩 is a dead end.”
"Enter or not, the choice is yours."
Looking at the stunned group of cultivators.
Yu Cizhen sighed inwardly.
Explaining the pros and cons was the limit of what she could do.
She would try to find loopholes in Bai Jian's orders whenever possible, and Bai Jian never questioned her, always turning a blind eye.
It's unclear whether he was indifferent to her little actions or simply disdainful.
Everything depends on the choices these cultivators make.
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