Stronger from Earth

Chapter 325 - 324: Changing History

On Immortal Martial Mountain, hardly anyone would dare make Yue Yiyi cry. Everyone knew she was the Sect Leader’s beloved young disciple, cherished deeply.

In the academy, a chubby Martial Champion Scholar made her cry. He ended up being soundly beaten by his father, who then apologized without hesitation.

Yet today, Wang Xuan somehow made Yue Yiyi cry for more than ten minutes, her big, bright eyes swollen and red, filling a large bowl with tears.

"Why hasn’t the master come back yet? My little uncle, do you think he’s abandoned you?" Wang Xuan murmured, holding a bowl to catch Yue Yiyi’s flowing tears.

He even thought of using this as raw material for alchemy.

Yue Yiyi was genuinely upset at this moment. She had cried for so long, yet her master had not returned. Did this mean he really didn’t care about her anymore?

Thinking of this, the child-like Yue Yiyi cried even harder.

When Yue Yiyi cried, her voice was intense and loud, audible within a kilometer radius, sounding so grievous that people wondered what had happened.

When it was revealed that Wang Xuan had made a bet with the girl, everyone felt that Wang Xuan was testing the limits of danger, courting disaster itself.

Finally, as Yue Yiyi cried herself into thirst, Hong Xuanji appeared on the main peak, cast a glance at Wang Xuan, then reached out to embrace Yue Yiyi.

"Why are you crying? Crying because you can’t find your master like a child." Hong Xuanji wiped Yue Yiyi’s tears away.

Then the five or six-year-old Yue Yiyi burst into laughter, showing a mouthful of white teeth, looking up at Wang Xuan triumphantly, "I won the bet. Give me the candy."

Wang Xuan spread his hands, indicating his empty palms, "I don’t have any candy either. I’ll give you some in a few days."

"Then why did you tell me I’d get candy if I won the bet!"

Yue Yiyi finally realized she had been deceived, something that had never happened before. Who would dare trick her for fun!

With her master right beside her, Yue Yiyi pouted, looking as if she was about to cry again, creating an impending storm that made many people watch from a distance.

"He’s in trouble now." In the distance, Martial Arts elders and siblings gathered, smiling and commenting.

Wang Xuan, this boy, he might just get a beating.

Coughing softly, Wang Xuan bowed deeply and said, "Disciple seeks an audience with the Sect Leader for an important matter but is unable to meet the master, hence this last resort."

Hong Xuanji pinched Yue Yiyi’s rosy cheeks, teasing her, "Next time, if you have matters to discuss, seek out the person in charge on the main peak; they will report to me."

"This concerns the Immortal, so the disciple dares not delay," Wang Xuan said.

Hong Xuanji turned his head, a trace of surprise in his eyes, wondering what news Wang Xuan could bring about the Immortal, given his level which couldn’t possibly be in contact with them.

Seeing the crowd disperse quickly upon hearing "Immortal," knowing such matters were secrets, sometimes even forbidden, they instinctively shielded themselves to avoid trouble.

"Immortal Martial Mountain is quite secure, speak your piece," Hong Xuanji stroked Yue Yiyi’s head gently. Exhausted from crying, she swiftly fell asleep.

In front of the master, Wang Xuan suddenly didn’t know what to say. About the Tower of Space-Time, he had to keep silent; how could he say he saw the river of time and glimpsed some future scenes?

It was simply too far-fetched.

"Sect Leader Master, while stationed in the Celestial Demon Realm, I suddenly felt unease though I didn’t know why, making me restless.

While resting, I dreamt that all living beings in the Celestial Demon Realm perished when an Immortal attacked, killing us all.

The dream was too real, including many True Immortals falling, unimaginable for me if it were just a dream to see such detailed scenes beyond my knowledge.

Moreover, upon waking, the True God’s finger bone on my phone had turned to ash, devoid of spirituality."

Wang Xuan didn’t know how to proceed, so he attributed it to the dream.

"Was it a dream? Project the dream for me to see." Hong Xuanji remained indifferent; if someone cried over a nightmare wasting his time, especially making his treasured disciple cry, the consequences would be serious.

But Wang Xuan, having made significant contributions to the sect and being a core seed who ascended to the strongest throne as King of Earth Immortals, gained Hong Xuanji’s patience.

After all, a sudden premonition wouldn’t come without reason.

Wang Xuan projected the images he saw; half a day later, the star of the Celestial Demon Star Domain exploded, the Dragon Race’s strong emerging, then Pixiu Venerable attacked, Earth Civilization residing in that domain all perished!

At first, Hong Xuanji seemed indifferent, but the scenes couldn’t have been conjured up by a cultivator of Wang Xuan’s level.

The energy fluctuating from the Half-Step Immortal and the Immortal, the terrifying scenes of exploding stars, and Pixiu Venerable’s black eyes and life-devouring Great Divine Techniques, only those with enough realm could comprehend the immense power and prowess.

"Do you know who the Half-Step Immortal was?" Hong Xuanji asked.

Wang Xuan shook his head, "Only know it was a Dragon Race strong."

The Half-Step Immortal’s dragon horn on his head was unmistakable unless one was blind.

Hong Xuanji nodded, "Indeed, it’s the eldest son of the Dragon Race’s Great Saint; no one knows he’s stationed in the Celestial Demon Realm except the high levels, such secrets you wouldn’t possibly know."

"So this matter..." Wang Xuan felt certain this event was from the future, he now needed to change history.

Can history be changed? Wang Xuan believed it could, yet the trend of civilization was like a raging torrent, his voice small, fearing Hong Xuanji might not care.

Hong Xuanji said, "I will personally visit the Celestial Demon Star Domain, and you remain at Immortal Martial Mountain." With a wave of his hand, Wang Xuan obediently retreated.

The words of such a figure were undoubtedly true, never exaggerated.

After placing Yue Yiyi on her small bed, Hong Xuanji transformed into a gentle breeze, silently returning to the Celestial Demon Realm.

His arrival went unnoticed by even the Dragon Race’s Half-Step Immortal, leaving no trace or clue.

His eyes surveyed the Celestial Demon Realm, the entire Life Source Star within his vision, the world covered in a Heaven and Earth Net, entwined in Tao and reason, the weave weakening outside the skies.

One after another, True Immortals ravaged the Celestial Demon Realm’s Source Power, extracting their needed Attribute Energy, accelerating the world’s demise.

The Dragon Race’s Half-Step Immortal Ao Long Tian resided in the core of the Celestial Demon Realm’s origin, pondering the mysteries of the Immortal, refining the immortality material from Origin Power.

"Not a single miss." Hong Xuanji, upon scanning, saw no one could hide; the scene matched perfectly with the "dream" Wang Xuan had.

Looking up to the Xingyu, Hong Xuanji’s gaze was murderous; the Venerable from the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm’s Immortal level choosing to attack, for what purpose and where exactly?

His figure blurred, disappearing without a sound.