Chapter 105: with translation of chapter title

Ancient trees rose from the ground across the mountain, their postures vigorous and straight, as if recounting the vicissitudes of time. Qin Yu's figure slowly emerged from the void and steadily landed in this mountain forest.

He looked around, his eyes full of astonishment. The spiritual energy here was so dense it resembled thick white mist, spreading freely and even obscuring his sight. Even more remarkably, Qin Yu could clearly feel that the thunder intent and fire intent within his body began to stir slightly. Evidently, the power of rules in this place was extremely perfect, exerting a unique influence on his inner strength.

Qin Yu hesitated not at all and headed toward the high mountain to climb. Not long after, he successfully reached the summit. Gazing far into the distance, he saw an expansive, boundless vista before him, and he couldn't help but be deeply shaken.

"Such vastness and boundlessness, even forming a self-contained realm with its own rules—what kind of mighty being could have created this wondrous world? Is it the Dao-stage experts spoken of by my master, or even more powerful Saint-stage experts? Though ages have worn it down, this world still teems with life, endless and self-sustaining, forming its own unique system." Qin Yu's heart surged like a stormy tide. He couldn't help but imagine: if he could one day forge such a world himself, then even if Blue Star were completely overrun by the monsters of the abyss, humanity would still have a place to survive. Even if this small world spanned only a few dozen li, as long as it could hold his parents, that would be enough.

Qin Yu's ambition is actually small—small enough to fit only his own little family. That is why he strives so desperately in the Cangyuan Realm, training and adventuring, all for the hope of one day returning to Blue Star to change his and his parents' fate. He knows that if he could transport this realm's resources back to Blue Star, it would surely greatly drive its development. At critical moments, these resources might even become the key force to protect his parents.

The situation on Blue Star is now extremely perilous. Qin Yu occasionally learns from his parents that, from time to time, monsters surge from the abyss and quickly seize a region. Were it not for the many mighty warriors—martial saints, grand masters, and others—on Blue Star who desperately block the abyss's exit, Blue Star would likely have already fallen under the monsters' iron hooves. Thus, since realizing he could grow stronger and having a chance to return to Blue Star, Qin Yu never dares to slack, constantly racing forward on the path of progress. For this is his hope, his sole reliance in protecting his family and Blue Star.

Yet Qin Yu's ambition is actually great—great enough to want to save the entire Blue Star, great enough to crave eternal life in this world so that his parents may also spend their remaining years carefree. He knows that if he can attain the strength of the master who built this ancient relic, then all his dreams and hopes could possibly be fulfilled one by one.

Thinking this, Qin Yu exhaled a turbid breath and began to plot his future. "After I leave this ancient relic this time, I will first follow the plan and become the junior sect master of the Profound Yang Sect. Once the Profound Yang Sect develops and grows, it will be able to gather more resources for me. By then, with sufficient longevity elixirs and body-strengthening elixirs, my return to Blue Star will surely see my strength rise rapidly."

"Thermal weapons on Blue Star are hardly effective against those monsters. However, those technological fleets might prove useful in the Cangyuan Realm. If they could be mass-produced, the Profound Yang Sect's ambition to become a holy land's Dao lineage would not be an unattainable dream!" Qin Yu understood clearly that, whether in the Profound Yang Sect or on Blue Star, he must possess extremely high status and great strength to control everything. He knows that such a technological fleet—let alone taking it away, even seeing one up close is extremely difficult. Judging by the power of Blue Star's fleet's electromagnetic cannons, they could rival grand masters, even venerables; once activated, they could reduce an area of several dozen li to ashes in an instant. Of course, in maneuverability they would certainly fall short of cultivators. Moreover, whether these technological products can actually function in the Cangyuan Realm remains uncertain. But Qin Yu thought he could first obtain the blueprints, then seek out formation masters and artifact refiners in the Cangyuan Realm to study together. If by chance they could actually develop such a fantastical airship, it might just shine brilliantly in this world, splitting the heavens and cleaving the air.

Qin Yu believes that if the Profound Yang Sect had a Dao-stage expert overseeing it, plus mass-produced technological fleets, dominating the Eastern Divine Prefecture would be no problem, enough to sweep away all obstacles. Moreover, since he can transmit to the Cangyuan Realm, perhaps in the future he could also achieve two-way transmission of others. If Blue Star's martial artists could enter the Cangyuan Realm to cultivate, then what would the mere abyss amount to? They would surely be able to easily resolve it, and Blue Star would return to peace.

Just as Qin Yu was lost in thought, he suddenly saw on the endless plain below the mountain some sparks from explosions flashing into view. Those sparks were extraordinarily brilliant and eye-catching, as if they wanted to pierce the sky. Seeing this, Qin Yu immediately mobilized the thunder intent within his body and infused it into his feet. In an instant, his speed became like lightning, and within a brief moment he appeared at the mountain's base. He hid behind an ancient tree, covertly observing the situation ahead.

At that moment, Qin Yu saw Dongfang Yuan and several true disciples of the Profound Yang Sect coming into view. They had clearly just endured a fierce battle, their bodies stained with blood, their clothes torn to shreds, and their breath feeble. However, facing them were several youths clad in the robes of the Floating Light Sect. Two of those youths, though their aura was somewhat insubstantial, had reached the peak of the Spirit Transformation realm, and they were now confronting the other side.

The leading youth, with his hands clasped behind his back, was none other than Zhang Wu, who had appeared earlier. His face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and he said, "I've already said it—we cannot move Dongfang Yuan now. I need to first confirm his identity." At this moment, Zhang Wu's mind was also in turmoil. Because he had just received a transmission from the second elder, no matter what he must preserve Dongfang Yuan's life, which concerns the very survival of the Floating Light Sect. This order nearly drove Zhang Wu to collapse; he had originally discovered Dongfang Yuan, full of thoughts of achieving great merit, but now he must protect him? After all, the Floating Light Sect and the Profound Yang Sect are sworn enemies; earlier outside they had nearly come to blows. Yet the second elder not only sent a special transmission but also demanded that he fight to the death to protect Dongfang Yuan? Moreover, he contacted the supreme elder via transmission and received the same order. This left Zhang Wu utterly bewildered.

What's more embarrassing, after he conveyed this order, the gazes of the two Spirit Transformation peak disciples and the other true disciples toward him were filled with doubt. Only after repeated confirmation did they finally believe it was true.

On the opposing side were the Wan Hai Sect and disciples clad in the robes of the Qingcheng Pavilion, among whom there were also two Spirit Transformation peak cultivators. The leader was the junior pavilion master of the Qingcheng Pavilion, named Qing Shan. At this moment his face was grim beyond measure. He had originally thought this was a splendid opportunity to make a name for himself; as long as he suppressed and killed Dongfang Yuan, his standing in the pavilion would be more secure and he would smoothly assume power without issue. His own two Spirit Transformation peak cultivators had also been successfully transmitted to his side, undispersed. Upon discovering Dongfang Yuan, he was overjoyed. Who could have imagined that, just as they launched their attack—within a moment, with the opponent about to be slain—the Floating Light Sect people suddenly appeared? This abrupt turn of events left him completely bewildered. Weren't they allies? Hadn't they agreed to jointly deal with the Profound Yang Sect, slay Dongfang Yuan, and seize his opportunity? Yet everything before him was completely contrary to the plan!

"What exactly do you need to confirm? Now the higher-ups all want to kill this Dongfang Yuan, yet you unilaterally changed the policy to protect him? Are you trying to make an enemy of the four great Dao lineages? Are you sure you can bear the consequences? A peerless genius who has survived the forbidden thunder tribulation—once he rises, the entire Canglan Realm will be reshuffled!" Qing Shan's face turned dark as iron, and he bellowed in a low voice. In his view, regardless, the news has confirmed that the one who underwent the tribulation is Dongfang Yuan; he must be eliminated first. Moreover, any being who has survived the forbidden thunder tribulation could possibly become a holy founder, establish a foothold among the heavens, and leave a vivid mark in ancient texts. Shouldn't the enmity between the Floating Light Sect and the Profound Yang Sect be deeper? Their sect leader was just killed by the Profound Yang Sect's sect master—this is a blood-deep grudge!

"No matter what you say, he cannot die now. If you want to kill him, you'll have to step over my corpse." Zhang Wu's attitude was resolute, without the slightest wavering.

Seeing this, Dongfang Yuan was utterly stunned. The Floating Light Sect, sworn to a blood-deep grudge, would actually fight to the death to protect him? His mind involuntarily wondered: "Damn, could I really be the one favored by heaven?" Even he himself began to doubt.