Chapter 219: The Fall of the Tai

Bie Xuening returned the Ascension Platform to Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing.

"Regarding the realms, this journey of yours will likely take a long time."

Not to mention anything else—just finding a suitable world will require considerable time.

"My fellow townsman, Yuan, when seeking a way home, must have explored many worlds; selecting from those he visited should save considerable time."

Yuan cultivated the Dao of 'Space' and 'Grand Void,' and his ability to explore beyond the realms far surpasses that of ordinary True Cavern cultivators.

But the path home is never easily found.

He certainly explored many worlds; among them, perhaps one is suitable.

"..." Bie Xuening fell silent for a moment. "Did your fellow townsman truly return home?"

"I don't know. There are no memories from the moment he left within the fragment of his divine soul he left behind."

Whether Yuan returned or not, Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing had no intention of expending effort to investigate.

After all, as long as the affairs of the Xuan Realm remain unresolved, he would never seek the path home.

Why trouble himself with restless thoughts?

"I only hope among the worlds he explored, there is one suitable for deploying the Ascension Platform; then, manipulating time won't take too long."

Time surges forward, endless and unceasing; the past is fixed, the future infinite.

Every minute change in the world gives rise to infinite possibilities—how much more so for the Xuan Realm, a world so powerful that even 'Immortals' are not its limit? Thus, the concept of 'Future' within the Xuan Realm is nearly untouchable, possessing eternal uniqueness.

But other worlds differ—their energy levels are low, meaning their timelines are fragile, even allowing cultivators below True Immortal rank to manipulate them at will.

Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing rose.

"Then, Sister, I shall depart."

"I wish you a smooth journey," Bie Xuening said softly.

"I will."

As his words faded, he vanished.

"..."

After sitting quietly with lowered eyes for a while, about two minutes later, Bie Xuening gazed ahead.

Two figures appeared before her—one tall, one small.

"M-Master!"

"M-Master!"

Their reactions were identical; as they spoke, two bright rays of light instantly bathed Bie Xuening, making her pale moon-white robe gleam dazzlingly.

Holy shit!

Chi Jiuyu and Yue Ling were terrified, their souls nearly fleeing their bodies.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chi Jiuyu grabbed Yue Ling beside her, and in an instant, Yue Ling transformed into a sword form, dashing toward the outer gates of the Sword Lord Hall.

Bie Xuening's expression remained unchanged; she merely gestured lightly.

The sword immediately reversed direction and flew back to Bie Xuening's side.

"Mmm!"

Chi Jiuyu tried to explain herself, but found she could not open her mouth.

And perhaps due to her panic, the radiant light burst from her eyes, nose, and ears, appearing highly bizarre.

But also very funny.

Bie Xuening paused, then actually took out her phone and took several photos of her glowing head.

"???"

Chi Jiuyu felt deeply aggrieved.

After taking the photos, Bie Xuening extended her slender, pale fingers and gently tapped her forehead.

Instantly, the radiant light vanished, releasing her from the restraint.

Yue Ling, still held by Chi Jiuyu, reverted to her little girl form.

She showed no unusual signs.

As an Immortal Sword, she could fully control herself—earlier, she had merely been playing.

"Master, delete those photos right away!" Chi Jiuyu hurriedly said.

"Hmm?"

Bie Xuening regarded her calmly.

Plop! Chi Jiuyu knelt down without hesitation.

"Please delete them."

The strong always know when to bend; she considered herself strong.

Besides, this was her Master—she felt no psychological burden kneeling.

She was destined to become the Zong Sect's leader—how could she leave such a brain-dead photo behind!

"I won't delete them."

"You're my Master! How could you do this?!"

"I can."

"Once I become Sect Leader, that photo will damage the Zong Sect's image." "Say that after you become it."

"..."

Beside her, Yue Ling blinked, realizing she had nothing to do with this, and slowly stepped back a few paces.

…………

At this moment, Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing did not know what had happened after he left.

He had arrived at the outskirts of Qing Xu.

Before him rose a cliff nearly vertical, thick fog churning and obscuring his view, making it impossible to discern how deep it was.

From afar, it seemed to have no boundary at all.

This place felt like the edge of the world—as if one more step forward would plunge him straight beyond it.

"Qing Xu..."

Howling winds drowned out his voice, the air currents surging far away.

Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing stood alone at the cliff's edge.

Compared to the boundless vertical cliff, his figure appeared tiny, as if any sudden gust could sweep him off and into the endless mist.

But if one drew closer, one would see his form did not stir at all—not even the hem of his robe trembled.

"Tai..."

With a soft whisper, Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing's figure vanished from the cliff.

As one of the most notorious dangers in the Xuan Realm.

Its abundant resources each year draw countless cultivators to explore it—rare herbs, divine metals, and precious ores are nearly everywhere.

Yet the dangers within also bury countless cultivators each year.

In ancient times, high-level ancient cultivators favored leaving their cultivation halls within Qing Xu, using its many perils to select heirs.

Cultivators across the world have offered countless theories on Qing Xu's origin, but none possess strong evidence to prove them.

To this day, the cause of Qing Xu's formation remains a mystery on the Central Continent.

Somewhere within Qing Xu.

The tranquil atmosphere shattered—a steady, unhurried footstep echoed through the gray mist, as if someone were walking slowly toward them.

Unhurried?

This was a word almost impossible to encounter in Qing Xu.

Yet it was happening now.

"I haven't come here in a long time. It still looks the same."

The voice pierced the mist. Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing's expression was calm, his gaze fixed ahead.

Qing Xu.

The weakest point in the Xuan Realm.

Terrifying spatial rifts and storms frequently appear without warning; among those exploring Qing Xu, the most deaths are caused by these two phenomena.

Shhh—rustling sounds suddenly arose.

Ahead of Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing, a jade serpent with gray-black scales, twin horns on its head, and four claws on its belly, its terrifying aura fully suppressed, crept quietly toward a fruit tree nearby.

The tree stood over three meters tall, its leaves emerald green, radiating auspicious light like ribbons of rainbow.

Its trunk was crimson red as fire, as if carved from red jade.

The fruits on its branches were fist-sized, shimmering with purple light, glistening and dewy.

As the serpent drew near, it leapt suddenly, aiming to bite one of the fruits.

Crack! A faint sound—half the serpent fell to the ground, twitching weakly twice before its life ended.

Its front half had vanished into thin air!

Yet the fruit tree still flowed with holy radiance—its emerald leaves, crimson trunk, and purple fruits bore not a single drop of blood.

As if the tree existed in another world.

Spatial rift.

Hearing Hearing Hearing Xu Xing paid no heed, continuing forward.

In Qing Xu, such things happen every day.

Abundant resources, powerful beasts, danger everywhere.

This was the place where the ancestor of the Cang Clan—"Tai"—fell during the ancient final battle.

Though he had opposed heaven and earth and transformed into a vast starry expanse,

even the slightest remnants of his essence were enough to nurture countless resources.

Chapter 4 completed. Time to sleep.

(End of chapter)