Unity of the Human Realm

[When you can see all corners of the human realm, all corners of the human realm can see you too.]

[Fish leaping in the ocean, birds soaring through the sky, beasts racing through the forests, and countless people suffering the torment of the realm war.]

[All they need to do is look up, and they will see your majestic figure projected beneath the heavens.]

[In the eyes of all beings, you resemble a deity with a compassionate expression, radiating a divine aura.]

[Overseas, Guigen Island.]

[Zhenpin is teaching three thousand young men and women the path of martial arts.]

[Above the island, an invisible Peach Blossom Guardian Array seals them off from the outside world.]

[Zhenpin notices that his disciples are distracted, whispering among themselves, and occasionally glancing at the sky.]

[Zhenpin immediately becomes furious.]

[“Who is talking! You bear the great mission of carrying on the flame of humanity—how can you be so lax!”]

[Someone clasps their fists and says,]

[“Master, there’s a person in the sky.”]

[Zhenpin is puzzled for a moment, then looks up.]

[The moment he sees your handsome face, Zhenpin smiles.]

[“Do you see him? That’s the one I told you about—the pillar of the human realm, the great martial artist, my benefactor! Chen Yi!”]

[“Master, has Senior Chen become an immortal? How is his image appearing in the sky?”]

[Zhenpin says nothing, because he doesn’t know either, but he has a feeling.]

[“We may soon leave this place. The human realm is safe.”]

[Star Domain, Canglan Star.]

[Your third sister, Chen Yun, lives on this star with her children.]

[Though the Star Domain has endured years of war, your third sister and her family are relatives of the ancestor, so the Star Domain has protected them well.]

[“Mother! Look! Isn’t that Uncle?”]

[Shen Jia points at the sky, speaking to Chen Yun, who is now elderly and frail, sitting in a wheelchair.]

[Chen Yun has already lost all her teeth. Without the various heavenly treasures provided by the Shen family, she would have passed away long ago.]

[“Yes, that’s my extraordinary fourth brother…”]

[Five Regions, Cangqiong Ridge.]

[Chen Jing is leading troops to clean up the corpses of the alien race.]

[“Remember to finish them off! Dead or not, stab them with a hundred holes first!”]

[Chen Jing, mounted on his horse, commands his subordinates.]

[“Great Khan, look! The sky! Isn’t that God Yi? Has he become an immortal?!”]

[A soldier points at the sky and exclaims.]

[Chen Jing looks up and bursts into laughter.]

[“Hahaha! Good! Good! Good! Just as I expected from my fourth brother! This battle is as good as won!”]

[The Great Wilderness.]

[Hongluan is organizing the treatment of injured demon beasts.]

[“Uncle Xuanwu, shed a bit more blood.”]

[She is using Xuanwu’s blood to save the demons.]

[Xuanwu is on the verge of tears.]

[“Hongluan, don’t just keep targeting me. Isn’t Baihu here too?”]

[Hongluan smiles and says,]

[“Your vitality is the strongest. A little blood loss won’t hurt!”]

[Just then, your projection appears.]

[The demons gasp in shock.]

[Xuanwu and Baihu exchange a glance, unable to suppress a sigh.]

[“The human race has produced an extraordinary figure…”]

[Hongluan remains starry-eyed.]

[“Such an amazing benefactor!”]

[Five Regions, Baiyun County.]

[In front of the century-old inn, the Joyful Inn, the townsfolk are all looking up at the sky.]

[“An immortal has come down to earth?”]

[“I never thought at my old age, I’d witness such a miracle!”]

[“The immortal looks kind of familiar…”]

[An old man suddenly shouts loudly.]

[“That’s Chen Yi! When my mother was still alive, he lived in Baiyun County! He even asked my mother to look after one of his friends. I remember it all! I remember!”]

[This old man is the former owner of the Joyful Inn, the son of Mei San Niang.]

[The townsfolk laugh and point at him, no one believing his words. They think he’s gone senile, rambling nonsense.]

[Now, the entire world is watching you.]

[Your every move, along with your surroundings, is projected to every corner of the world by the power of the Qiyao Guardian Array.]

[Once the power stabilizes, the first thing you must do is deal with Wuxiang, that persistent problem.]

[You wave your hand casually, and a massive, deep spatial rift appears.]

[Spatial rifts are also ranked by tier.]

[The lowest level is a rift within the same plane.]

[A higher level tears open the current plane itself.]

[Higher still is a rift that reaches other planes.]

[Finally, there is the rift that directly tears open the Void Realm.]

[Right now, you are drawing on the power of an entire plane, enough to reach the highest level—tearing open the Void Realm!]

[Yet you realize that breaking into the Real Realm isn’t just about raw power.]

[Where is the Real Realm, anyway?]

[Forcing open space like this is like yanking at a clump of cotton—you only expose more cotton beyond, not the outside world.]

[You only try to find the Real Realm once.]

[Your current state is not sustainable; it is rapidly fading.]

[You must complete your mission before your lifespan runs out.]

[You drag the enormous spatial rift and slam it into Wuxiang.]

[“Wuwuwu!!”]

[Imagine the sound of a cutting saw slicing through wood.]

[“Do you think this can defeat me?! The power of space!! I can absorb it too!!”]

[Wuxiang absorbs the distorted power of space, twisting his own body into a horrifying shape, exuding a terrifying aura.]

[This scene is projected across the world.]

[Even ordinary people who don’t cultivate can see that Wuxiang is far from benevolent and is frighteningly powerful.]

[“Oh my! What kind of monster is this!”]

[“No wonder the immortal descended—he’s here to rid us of this evil!”]

[“Quickly bow to the immortal! Please don’t lose!”]

[The townsfolk’s reactions are a bit outlandish.]

[Many kneel down, earnestly praying for your victory, contributing a faint stream of faith power.]

[The members of the Human Realm Alliance, however, clearly understand that you are facing an enemy.]

[“Fourth brother! You must win!”]

[“Benefactor! Charge on! You’re the last hope of the human realm!”]

[“God Yi! We’ll beat the drums to cheer you on!!”]

[Across the world, your family, friends, subordinates, and all living beings are rooting for you.]

[Against Wuxiang, they can only offer their voices. If they tried to help, they would only get in the way.]

[Seeing that Wuxiang is absorbing the spatial power and even starting to counterattack, a flash of inspiration strikes you.]

[“Die!!”]

[You press the spatial rift against Wuxiang’s body, rapidly switching between healing and tearing the rift at an incredible frequency.]

[The absolute laws of space cut Wuxiang into countless fragments, banishing them into the cracks of the Void Realm.]

[“No!! My body!! Come back!! Come back now!!”]

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