Stronger from Earth

When Wang Xuan appeared, all the cultivators waiting at the realm gate stood up to welcome the arrival of the Immortal Martial Taoist.

The monks of Precious Light Temple, the sword cultivators of Celestial Sword Mountain, and several senior brothers from Immortal Martial Mountain, altogether only around twenty or thirty people, but all from the three major Immortal Influences’ direct lineage.

Ziwei Immortal Monarch took the lead, enthusiastically saying with Sword Immortal Qingfeng, "With the development of the Canglan Realm imminent, with the Taoist here, this matter will certainly be a breakthrough."

Celestial River Bodhisattva smiled and said, "Amitabha, the Taoist arrives just in time, the realm gate is not far from being fully connected."

In fact, they had been guarding the realm gate for many days, and the time to enter the Canglan Realm was ripe, just waiting for Wang Xuan to arrive to start immediately.

Because this time the development of the Canglan Realm was hosted by the Immortal Martial Taoist Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan smiled and said, "I’m late."

Ziwei Immortal Monarch and Celestial River Bodhisattva shook their heads, saying, "We know clearly why the Taoist has been busy these days, these words make us feel ashamed."

Especially Ziwei Immortal Monarch, being a personal witness, knew even better the planning and toil Wang Xuan had gone through in those days.

After exchanging pleasantries, they all sat down and began discussing matters of the Canglan Realm.

Under the shimmering sea, looking up, one could see fish swimming by, occasionally a curious large-brained one tilting its head, trying to break through the restrictions, curious about what a two-legged beast without a tail looked like.

Wang Zhu jumped down from Lin Cheng, approached the restrictions and stared at the fish, reaching out now and then, scaring the fish into scattering.

Lin Cheng felt both amused and exasperated, having to occasionally catch this lively little fellow.

Hongze, Zhang Han, and Wang Tiantian, the three disciples, sat aside listening intently, and a group of True Inheritors did not miss this opportunity either.

Now they were pawns involved in the development of the realm gate, and in the future, they would be the players hosting the war, learning everything from now on.

With the arrival of Wang Xuan, the work on the Canglan Realm officially began.

Enormous cruise ships docked in this sea area one after another, and starships continuously descended from the sky, bringing either supplies or manpower, pouring towards the realm gate in an endless stream.

There were affiliates of the three major Immortals, personnel from the Federation Government, and troops equipped with various weapons.

In just one day, both manpower and materials were fully in place, showcasing the efficiency of Earth’s development of the Otherworld.

Seeing the large team in orderly operation, everyone couldn’t help but admire Wang Xuan’s orderly deployment, managing a project involving hundreds of thousands requires unimaginable intellect and wisdom.

Everyone felt extremely excited in their hearts, developing an Otherworld, what a significant task it was, they felt truly honored to be a part of it.

"What’s wrong with Master Uncle?" Zhang Han asked Hongze softly.

Since Chen Qingniu came here, he had spoken much less, a dull and melancholic demeanor naturally emerging, possibly recalling some past events.

Hongze shook his head: "Don’t ask too much."

Your master’s and uncle’s old affairs are not for us disciples to probe into, focusing more energy on cultivation is what we should do.

"Come on, let’s take the junior brothers and sisters to meet the others."

Hongze took Zhang Han and the other small seedlings of Immortal Martial Mountain away, as the other fourth-generation True Inheritors from Celestial Sword Mountain and Precious Light Temple had all arrived. As companions about to enter the Canglan Realm together, they should get acquainted.

Wang Xuan strolled to Chen Qingniu’s side and patted his shoulder: "Thinking of Hall Master Chen?"

Six or seven years ago, Chen Qingniu still had his father nearby to care for and accompany him, life was carefree and easy then.

But a series of events led him to lose his closest kin, embarking on a path of growth and revenge.

Hatred was like a heart-piercing sword, driving him to move forward every moment.

Even if his cultivation level advanced leaps and bounds, he was no longer the free-spirited young man of old, his fate and mindset drastically changed.

Chen Qingniu, through the layers of seawater, looked out at the sun’s mottled glimmers, feeling a slight chill on his body.

"Time flies so fast." Chen Qingniu sighed.

Under the flow of time, irrespective of individual will, everyone moves forward, experiencing various joys and sorrows.

Even staying in place, the whole world seems to flow like water, no longer what it once was.

Chen Qingniu sometimes felt he still lived in past pain, yearning to return to the time when his father was alive.

Wang Xuan nodded and said, "Yes, time propels the whole world to turn, and we are ensnared in it, always feeling a sense of powerlessness and destiny, only by struggling can we slightly change our fate."

If not for memory constantly being overwritten, and the surrounding environment continually changing, sometimes he felt the bygone years were within reach.

"I still remember, back then I always carried a treasure sword, gripping a wine jug in hand, dreaming of becoming a Sword Immortal. I dreamed the dream of a Sword Immortal for a long time, but now it already feels like a past dream."

The detachment of time always made him feel no longer himself, nor was the world the world he knew.

Chen Qingniu shifted his tone and suddenly said: "Someone told me, that back then Zhao Hao, like Sword Immortal Qingfeng, was also affected by the alien race, which is why he committed the sins of that time."

"The Abyssal Master is the true culprit behind the scenes, and I should take my father’s revenge on him."

"How much of this do you think I should believe?"

Chen Qingniu’s heart was filled with unimaginable struggles, his father’s murderer in his mind had always been Zhao Hao, so he had always aimed for the ten-year agreed revenge.

But suddenly one day, the truth of the matter turned out like this, how was he supposed to see it?

He really didn’t want to think about it, nor even consider it.

Wang Xuan patted his shoulder, indeed, the events of that year had the guidance of an alien race, and later this fact gradually became certain.

Until the clone of the Abyssal Master was suppressed, with conclusive evidence, the matter finally reached a final conclusion.

"Back then, Master and the others suspected alien involvement, so they didn’t kill Zhao Hao, sparing his life." Wang Xuan comforted him, "Zhao Hao may have been influenced by the alien race, but he still bears unavoidable responsibility."

If back then he was judged to bear eight parts of the responsibility, now it was five.

These years Zhao Hao changed greatly, and his cultivation level progressed rapidly, so within Celestial Sword Mountain, the faction Zhao Hao belongs to wished to resolve this enmity and entanglement.

However, whether to let go was Chen Qingniu’s choice, with Wang Xuan and master He Fang around, certain powers in Celestial Sword Mountain could not affect him.

Chen Qingniu clenched his fist, the fire of hatred in his heart still burning, he said with a blank expression: "I still want to kill him, kill him!"

Every time he recalled his father’s lifeless head, he couldn’t sleep all night from the pain.

Wang Xuan nodded and said solemnly: "The feud with the Abyssal Master is ours, but the revenge on Zhao Hao is yours alone to pursue."

"Thanks." Chen Qingniu forced a smile, but the smile was a mere facade, still shadowed with gloom and looked unusually ghastly.