“We don’t know. If we did, why would we be asking you...”
“How can you be sure there’s a path to ascension in the mortal realm?”
“The mortal realm is the ancestral realm. When the Ancestor of Humanity departed for the True Realm, he left behind a grand avenue leading there. This is a legend recorded in many Void Realms.”
“You spent over a hundred years and vast resources searching for the mortal realm—just because of a legend?”
“Our clan has a great power who sent word back from the True Realm, confirming that those legends are not mere myths—they are real history.”
You smile faintly.
“I see. So you know the mortal realm has a path to ascension, but you don’t know where it is.”
“Yes... Senior, could you spare us this time? We can cooperate with you, search for the path together, go to the True Realm, and pursue eternal life!”
“What do you think?”
Having gathered the information, these five aliens are now useless.
They are also divine-level, but far inferior to the Three Great Celestial Venerables.
They haven’t reached the peak of the divine level, and their combat ability is mediocre.
On top of that, they are alien races, completely countered by your attributes.
Killing them would be as easy as taking something out of your pocket.
If you don’t chop them into mincemeat on the spot, it would be beneath your status as the Swordbearer.
During the battle with the Winged Clan, you also used “The Calamity of Ten Thousand Races” to copy the Winged Clan’s racial talent.
Elemental Affinity: Each member of the Winged Clan is born with high affinity toward one of the five elements. Cultivating techniques, martial arts, and comprehending divine abilities aligned with that element all grant benefits. Affinity is ranked from low, medium, high, to supreme.
The element you randomly obtained this time: Water.
The affinity level you randomly obtained: Medium.
“Oh? This Winged Clan is a good find.”
After all, the Martial God is far from the end of cultivation.
There is still a long road ahead in the future.
The Winged Clan’s talent is greatly beneficial for cultivation.
However, you need to randomly obtain the element that matches you—Fire. Many of Chen Yi’s techniques are fire-attribute, and his true qi is also fire-attribute.
You also need to roll the highest affinity level.
The racial talent gained from “The Calamity of Ten Thousand Races” can be abandoned at any time—original racial talents cannot.
Once abandoned, you can copy it again upon re-encountering it.
This way, you can reroll for such random talents.
This battle consumed the last of your limited lifespan.
You feel a vast sense of emptiness.
You know it is time to leave.
Standing in the sky, you speak to your adopted children below.
“Children, I am leaving...”
Your adopted sons only realize today that their grandfather is such a powerful being, possessing earth-shattering might.
You can imagine the shock and disbelief in their hearts.
But this joy is soon overshadowed by the sorrow of parting between life and death.
“Grandfather! What’s wrong with you!”
“Grandfather! You’re so strong—nothing will happen to you!”
“Grandfather, don’t go! You haven’t seen me start a family yet, or watched me pass the imperial exams...”
Your expression is calm.
“Children, death is nothing to fear. It is precisely because no one can escape death that we choose to live this life with effort, with heart, and without regret.”
The younger children cannot understand life and death and continue playing.
The slightly older ones cannot accept reality and weep with grief.
The even older ones have learned to hold back, but still sob quietly.
Shen Yue and the others stand above White Cloud County, their hearts heavy.
The people of White Cloud County also sense something. Their revered God Yi seems to be departing from the world?
“Children, don’t cry. Do you still remember the song I taught you? Sing it for me one more time...”
The older children take the younger ones by the hand. Boys and girls alike lift their heads, tears streaming down their faces, and send off their most respected grandfather with their song.
♫ It takes countless trials and turns to truly understand deep affection
♫ It takes crossing a thousand mountains and rivers to know where to go
♫ Why is it only after missing each other for years
♫ That we realize our truest dream
♫ Do you still remember me
♫ Or have you already forgotten me
♫ Tonight, the gentle breeze blows...
You, the first Swordbearer of the mortal realm, spent your life fighting across the land. Even in your final moments, you were warding off foreign enemies for humanity.
Surrounded by the songs of the children you adopted, you ended your glorious life.
“Whew...”
Seeing this, Chen Yi, outside the simulation, couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
For some reason, though these were mere words, he felt his eyes grow hot.
The protagonist was himself—the immersion was too strong.
Chen Yi felt as though he was truly standing in the midst of the children’s songs, recalling his heroic life, silently closing his eyes.
Fortunately, it was only a simulation.
The real Chen Yi was still a twenty-year-old ambitious youth, about to set off and chase his dreams in the Void Realm.
“Hey? It’s not over yet?”
【The “Afterlife” attribute takes effect. You will see partial information after your death.】
【This section is randomly selected; continuity is not guaranteed.】
【Year 122: First year after death.】
【The Swordbearer’s funeral is held in White Cloud County. Delegates from all major and minor forces in the mortal realm attend.】
【Funeral money is scattered for seven days and seven nights, carpeting White Cloud County.】
【Countless people, upon hearing the news, break down and weep.】
【Someone volunteers to be buried alive with you, but the Empress rejects it.】
【Year 123: Second year after death.】
【Li Lingyue abdicates the throne. She wants to keep vigil for you.】
【Year 124: Third year after death.】
【Shen Qingshan officially succeeds as the second Swordbearer. He joins forces with array masters from the Three Sacred Lands to dedicate himself to mastering the Seven Radiant Immortal Array.】
【Year 134: Tenth year after death.】
【Li Lingyue travels to the Artifact Nation, finds the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, and claims to have found a way to resurrect you.】
【The Ten Thousand Soul Banner is elated, pledging its full cooperation.】
【Year 135: Eleventh year after death.】
【Li Lingyue’s secret technique fails. Her hair turns white overnight.】
【Year 145: Twenty-first year after death.】
【Shen Qingshan masters the Seven Radiant Immortal Array.】
【Li Lingyue breaks through the void through martial power and disappears without a trace.】
【Year 155: Thirty-first year after death.】
【New traces of alien races appear in the mortal realm.】
【Shen Qingshan proposes a new war readiness plan. He believes the coordinates of the mortal realm may have been altered back.】
【Year 165: Forty-first year after death.】
【Human prodigies have erupted like a spring after the Dragon-Man War. By now, Martial Kings are no longer rare and can be seen everywhere.】
【Year 200: Seventy-eighth year after death.】
【During combat with the Iron Heart Clan’s vanguard, the mortal realm allied forces accidentally open the “Ancient Wasteland Secret Realm” at the northern edge of the mortal realm.】
【Here, a group of powerful ancient wasteland survivors claim to guard the path to ascension left by the Ancestor of Humanity and refuse entry to any outsiders.】
In order to obtain the Immortal Path, the human realm allied forces joined hands with the Ironheart Tribe army to launch an assault on the ancient wasteland secret realm...
[The "Final Moments" display has concluded.]
[This simulation is now officially over!]
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
