Wave Goodbye to the Human World

Before leaving the mortal realm, you want to take a look around, to bid farewell to this world and to some people.

Northlands, the Great Grasslands.

Chen Jing is still here, wrestling with others, finding endless joy in the struggle.

You only came to see your Big Brother once, not revealing yourself.

“Should I greet the martial saints of the Northlands or not...”

After some thought, you decide to let your Big Brother endure a bit more hardship.

We don’t praise suffering; we praise those who still smile at life and keep moving forward after enduring it.

Big Brother, you’ve got this.

Haha!

Ah, how did that laugh slip out?

After all, there’s still the clone, Chen Four, and if Big Brother ever faces a life-or-death crisis, he still has the Carefree Token from last time to contact Chen Four.

Chen Four certainly can’t solve anything major, but Chen Four can invoke the name of Chen Yi to leverage the entire network of relationships in the mortal realm!

Xiliang, a desolate mountain.

Zhenpin, with sharp eyes and quick hands, snatches a century-old spirit herb from beneath a herb gatherer’s feet.

“Hey! You monk, why are you snatching things? I spotted this herb first!”

Zhenpin, his face unchanged and heart unflustered, presses his palms together.

“Amitabha. This herb is actually a highly toxic plant. Touching it will cause seven orifices to bleed and lead to death. This humble monk is doing this to save your life, kind benefactor.”

“Bullshit on your Buddha! My family has been gathering herbs for generations—there’s no herb in Xiliang I don’t know! This one is worth thousands of spirit crystals! Hand it over now!”

Zhenpin lets out a low, forceful shout and performs a set of Arhat Subduing Tiger punches on the spot.

The herb gatherer immediately calms down.

“Thank you, Great Master, for saving my life.”

After the herb gatherer leaves in frustration, Zhenpin grins and takes out the herb, turning it over in his hands.

“What a treasure. With this, I think breaking through to the Soul-Refining Realm won’t be too difficult.”

“Swoosh!”

The herb vanishes from Zhenpin’s hand.

Zhenpin frantically pats his hands up and down, trying to find where the herb went.

“Monk, this habit of yours to snatch things from others isn’t good.”

Zhenpin turns his head, his face lighting up with joy.

“Senior?”

You say with a smile.

“It’s me.”

“Didn’t you say last time, Senior, that you’d come for me in fifty or sixty years to help me break through to Martial King? Why so soon? Can I advance to Martial King ahead of schedule?”

“Dream on. You think you can jump from Soul-Gathering to Martial King?”

“That just shows how profound your mastery is...”

You tell Zhenpin that he has a Bitter Journey Spirit Body and that only through hard training on his own will he improve faster.

“Really? Lucky me—these past few years I’ve been wandering, I haven’t gotten many resources from snatching.”

“So you really have become a bandit...”

“Hey, isn’t seizing opportunities between martial artists just part of the path?”

You’re left both amused and exasperated by this rascal of a monk.

Then, for his own good, you strip him of everything.

“Remember, the poorer you are, the faster you’ll cultivate!”

Having done that, you drift away gracefully, as if you hear Zhenpin shout after you.

“Senior! The few techniques you gave me last time were excellent in quality, but I couldn’t seem to cultivate them! Do you have any easier ones...”

In the sky.

The Great Abbot of Jingang Temple drifts among the clouds.

You approach him and say calmly.

“Did you see clearly?”

“This old monk has seen clearly.”

“No need to give him any resources. If he’s short on techniques, just arrange some ‘chance encounters’ for him. Don’t let him face mortal danger.”

“Rest assured, Martial God Chen. Jingang Temple is compassionate and protects every devotee of the Buddha.”

You know damn well his compassion is only for the sake of your face.

You see through it but say nothing.

You then visit a few major powers across the Five Domains, catching up with old friends and borrowing a few things while you’re at it.

The Immortal Binding Rope!

The Primordial Chaos Armor!

The Heavenly Dragon Blade!

The Thunder-Chasing Lightning Boots!

“Martial God Chen, these immortal artifacts are the treasured heirlooms of our sect. We hope you can return them soon after use.”

“I’m a mighty Martial God—what, you think I’d pocket your little immortal toys? Don’t worry!”

You make off with a few immortal artifacts that came in handy during your previous simulations.

Afterward, you fly over the Great Wilderness and meet the Four Ancestors of the Demon Clan.

You have a friendly sparring session with them, sending the Four Ancestors reeling, unable to find their bearings.

The Four Ancestors all know your purpose.

You’re here to intimidate them, to make them understand that the human race is no longer someone they can provoke.

Stick to the Great Wilderness and mind their own business, and everyone will coexist peacefully.

Step out of line, and they should measure how many punches they can survive.

While you’re sparring with the Four Ancestors, a small red divine bird watches from the sidelines.

“Wow! This human is so powerful! So majestic! So heroic! Shining like the sun!”

The Vermilion Bird laments over its useless offspring.

“Hongluan! Why are you siding with outsiders!”

Passing over the Great Wilderness and crossing the coastline, you arrive at the Carefree Holy Land near the sea.

Seeing Dongfang Shuo again, his face is full of regret.

“Martial God Chen, I deeply regret hesitating back when you invited us to join in seeking the Path to Ascension.”

The Path to Ascension has been revealed for four years.

The continent’s martial artists have already entered the Great Voyage Era.

Legends of the battle in the Ancient Secret Realm have spread throughout the mortal realm, carried back by the returning participating forces.

The Carefree Holy Land naturally knows everything by now.

As the foremost of the three Holy Lands—the three standing on par with the Shen Family as top human powers—it’s a bitter pill for them to swallow that in the priority of using the Path to Ascension, they’re now ranked behind a bunch of scattered sects from the Five Domains.

“Is God Xiaoyao still in the Time Room?”

“He came out once last year.”

“Didn’t he go check out the Path to Ascension?”

“He did. Afterward, he went back into the Time Room.”

“If God Xiaoyao wants to use the Path to Ascension, he can do so anytime. The path is still sparsely used; the Holy Land needn’t mind.”

“God Xiaoyao never mentioned wanting to use it. I heard him say he doesn’t wish to go to the Real Realm.”

“Is that so... Well, to each their own.”

You don’t tell Dongfang Shuo that you’re about to ascend; you only say you’ve come to visit the old masters of Nine Isle Island.

Dongfang Shuo has no idea why you’re so protective of Nine Isle Island’s people.

But the Martial God’s actions are the Martial God’s own reasoning. From now on, it seems they’d better raise Nine Isle Island’s status in the Holy Land even higher.

You descend on Nine Isle Island, where the formation masters line the way, welcoming you.

You expound on the mysteries of formation magic, enchanting Xie Guihong, Zhao Hanzhou, and others.

When it’s time to leave, the elder masters of Nine Isle Island, along with Dongfang Shuo and the elders of the Carefree Holy Land, insist on piling gifts on you.

Immortal pellets and miraculous medicines, divine weapons and peerless blades, top-grade spirit crystals, rare spirit beasts and treasures...

“Oh, I can’t possibly accept all this! Today I only came to discuss formation techniques—how embarrassing!”

But you take everything, without exception.

Among the items given by the Carefree Holy Land is the Nine-Crow Divine Bow.

“Meeting again, huh, Crow?”

“Crow One, ready for action!”

You also went to check on Wu Yue.

She was deeply focused on her cultivation, unaware of your arrival.

“After all, she’s not Second Sister…”

You didn’t disturb her. With a single step, you vanished on the spot.