True Martial World

Mending the Heavenly Dao was not something that could be accomplished in a day. Furthermore, although Yi Yun planned on returning the Heavenly Dao and pursue his own Martial Dao, he still needed time to study and master the Heavenly Dao.

Now, Yi Yun was most concerned with the Luo clan.

Although the Luo clan was nothing compared to the major factions in the Sinkhole, it was still a powerful family clan in the 12 Empyrean Heavens.

Luo Yan possessed a Connate Fire Spirit Dao Embryo and was naturally a genius of the Luo clan. The Luo clan should have spared no effort in grooming Luo Yan, but from his ordinary dressing, he was apparently a commoner warrior.

Therefore, it seemed to imply that the Luo clan wasn’t in the best of conditions.

“Luo Yan, how’s the Luo clan now?” Yi Yun looked at the linen-clothed youth.

The youth appeared nervous to be suddenly win Yi Yun’s attention. The person standing before him represented the most supreme figure in the Sinkhole. Furthermore, Yi Yun had already reached an incomprehensible realm to any of the Sinkhole experts.

“Senior… Senior Yi… you know of the Luo clan?”

The Luo clan was tiny compared to the entirety of the Sinkhole. Therefore, to a figure at Yi Yun’s realm, the Luo clan would seem trivial.

The linen-clothed youth never expected Yi Yun to know of the Luo clan.

“The Luo clan and I go way back. Is Luo Huo’er still okay?”

At that moment, Yi Yun asked in a calm manner, but his heart gripped with anxiety. The calamity of the Ancestor God had swept through the Sinkhole, and in this turbulent storm, Luo Huo’er would be like a tiny flame, one that could easily end up being extinguished.

He was very afraid that something bad had happened to Luo Huo’er.

The youth looked at Yi Yun in astonishment. He never expected that not only did Yi Yun know of the Luo clan, but he also knew Luo Huo’er. Furthermore, he had a history with the Luo clan that went way back. It was truly fascinating.

He hesitated for a moment and said, “Sister Huo’er is fine…”

Yi Yun heaved a sigh of relief. This was the best news he had heard.

“Where is she?”

“Uh…” The youth began to stammer as he didn’t answer Yi Yun immediately.

Yi Yun pricked his brows up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just that Sister Huo’er hasn’t met anyone in a long time. But if it’s Senior Yi, I believe Sister Huo’er will still be willing to meet you…”

“Take me to her,” said Yi Yun. He still had karma he needed to repay in the Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven. It wasn’t just the Luo clan; Felicitous Rain Lord was also in the Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven. It was his master that had guided him.

The Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven had likely suffered from this Sinkhole calamity. Likewise, Yi Yun did not know what had happened to Felicitous Rain Lord.

He wanted to head to the Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven to repay the karma.

…

In the hundred years since he left the Sinkhole for the Chaos Heavens, the Sinkhole had experienced numerous changes.

After Yi Yun healed Old Snake and Huan Chenxue, he also treated Godly Monarch River of Forgetfulness. Similarly, he fused him with a portion of the Ancestor God’s remnant Dao.

Three ancient figures that had lived for hundreds of millions of years gathered in the Mirage Sea Realm and they felt a flood of emotions going through their minds.

At this point of time, the Lands of Hope were no longer necessary. The Sinkhole was finally back on its original trajectory and in the result of tiding through the calamity was renewed life.

Before his departure, it was the new overlord of the White Lunar Divine Empire—Tianxuan Mengyao—who looked at Yi Yun with mixed feelings. Once upon a time, she had the intention of using the Mirage Sea Realm to prove her Dao heart. But now, having really met Yi Yun, she realized that he was standing at a height far beyond her. She could not help but feel reverent towards him.

Just moments ago, Lin Xintong had officially handed the White Lunar Divine Empire to Tianxuan Mengyao.

Lin Xintong was ultimately leaving this Multiverse with Yi Yun, and the White Lunar Divine Empire was where she had grown up for multiple lives. She naturally did not wish that the White Lunar Divine Empire would end in an abject state.

As for Bai Yueyin, she ultimately did not meet with Huan Chenxue and the other ancient Godly Monarchs.

She didn’t even ask Yi Yun to reconstruct her body.

She only remained in Yi Yun’s soul sea and watched through Yi Yun’s eyes the reunion of Huan Chenxue and company as a mere phantom.

Seeing Dragon King Old Snake’s joy and carefreeness, Huan Chenxue’s otherworldliness, and Godly Monarch River of Forgetfulness’s staid bearing, Bai Yueyin felt that she ultimately didn’t belong among them.

In that case, it was best she didn’t meet them.

Over the past hundreds of millions of years, she only had one obsession—leave the Sinkhole Multiverse and head to a new world. Perhaps, she might be able to follow in Human Emperor’s footsteps.

Years ago, she was only a naive young girl, but now, she had experienced the vicissitudes of life…

She planned on leaving the Sinkhole together with Yi Yun.

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Back when Yi Yun ascended to the 12 Empyrean Heavens, the first place he came to was the Luo clan in the Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven.

In the Sinkhole Multiverse, humans were the majority, but the Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven was an exception. The majority was made up of Fey; however, as the Sinkhole Fey had been in the Sinkhole for countless generations, their bloodlines were closer to the humans than the Chaos Heavens Fey.

The Luo clan also had a Fey bloodline.

Now, Yi Yun had returned to the Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven’s Luo clan with Luo Yan. However, Yi Yun never expected that it wasn’t where Luo Huo’er was. Even after arriving, the youth continued leading Yi Yun to a secluded spatial passageway.

The spatial passageway was very long, but with Yi Yun’s strength, he only took seconds to pass through it.

When Yi Yun stepped through the exit of the spatial passageway, he saw a calm and tranquil world.

Although the world’s Heavenly Dao was extremely weak and the Yuan Qi was thin, making it unsuitable for cultivation, the chirping of the birds and the floral scents of the vistas laid before him looked like a paradise.

At that moment, Yi Yun did not know why he had the urge to tear.

He knew that this was the Tian Yuan world…

He had returned.

Before going to the 12 Empyrean Heavens, he had started his martial path as a mortal in the Tian Yuan world. He met his sister, Jiang Xiaorou, in the Cloud Wilderness, Luo Huo’er in the Tai Ah Divine City. It was also here where he met Lin Xintong.

Everything had begun here.

He never expected that he would return to the Tian Yuan world when his strength had reached the peak of the Multiverse where the Sinkhole was, that he would return to the place where he first embarked on his journey.

“Is Luo Huo’er here…”

At that moment, there was no need for Luo Yan to say a word. Yi Yun just needed to close his eyes slightly to instantly envelop the entire Tian Yuan world. Moments later, he found Luo Huo’er…

The place she lived in was his former residence—Soft Clouds Mountain Manor.

“Sis Xiaorou…”

Yi Yun felt overwhelmed by his emotions as he gently beckoned Jiang Xiaorou out from the God Advent Tower.

Jiang Xiaorou had followed Yi Yun when he left the Chaos Heavens.

A red figure appeared beside Yi Yun.

Jiang Xiaorou looked at Soft Clouds Mountain Manor and without realizing it, her vision blurred…

It had been a thousand years, and the Soft Clouds Mountain Manor remained in its original state. However, Jiang Xiaorou knew that many of the buildings in it had been rebuilt. The vegetation here had undergone generations of replacements and the pond had dried countless times, only to be refilled again.

With that, Soft Clouds Mountain Manor was still as it was in her memories…

This mountain manor was the first time Yi Yun felt that his fate was grasped in his own hands after they escaped from hunger and poverty.

Looking at Soft Clouds Mountain Manor, Yi Yun and Jiang Xiaorou felt an imperceptible calling towards it. It was as if they saw themselves moving in, and despite there many servants to handle matters, Jiang Xiaorou always insisted on doing it herself…

Now, Soft Clouds Mountain Manor remained Soft Clouds Mountain Manor. The tiny mountain manor had not changed, but this world had experienced the ravages of time.

Of course, if there was one change to Soft Clouds Mountain Manor, it was its owner. It was now Luo Huo’er…

Yi Yun saw that in the garden of Soft Clouds Mountain Manor, Luo Huo’er was dressed in blue. Her long hair was simply tied up and she was picking tea leaves with a white-dressed woman.

The white-dressed woman was someone Yi Yun knew as well. Years ago in the Ten Thousand Fey Empyrean Heaven, in the White Fox clan which was the Luo clan’s equal, he had met this white-dressed woman who was none other than Princess White Fox.

Yi Yun had once been in competition with Princess White Fox in the Luo clan’s land of trials. Later, he chanced upon her in the Yang God Empyrean Heaven. The duo had quite a bit of history as well.

Yi Yun never expected that as the Ancestor God’s calamity swept through the Sinkhole, with demonic servants wreaking havoc due to the power imbalance in the 12 Empyrean Heavens, Luo Huo’er and Princess White Fox had actually abandoned their own clans to come to the Tian Yuan world to live a life separate and aloof from the world.

Although they could not cultivate here and the Tian Yuan world was destined to one day be destroyed due to the waning of the Sinkhole which it was ultimately a part of, so what?

Mortals live a busy life of about a hundred years, going through birth, death, illness and old age, experiencing the joys and sorrows of life. Although their lives look more miserable than warriors in their seemingly ephemeral states, there were still highlights to a mortal’s life.

Life might be differentiated according to life’s natural order, but the emotions of people—joy and sorrow—were not differentiated because of a difference in life’s natural order.

To every person, their joy was the same. Likewise for their pain and suffering.

A scholar candidate’s greatest joy is to succeed in the imperial examinations, and the greatest joy for farmers are a bountiful harvest. This was of equal value to the joy that came from a warrior’s breakthrough to the Supremacy or Divine Lord realm.

If one were to abandon all pursuits of the Martial Dao and be a completely ordinary mortal, was there anything wrong with that?

“Xue’er, smell this. This year’s tea is really fragrant.” Luo Huo’er plucked a fresh bud and handed it to Princess White Fox.

Princess White Fox lowered her head slightly and sniffed at it carefully before smiling faintly. She nodded. “Yes, it smells great.”

At that moment, they seemed to sense something as they looked over.

Amid the lush greenery of the tea garden, a youth in a black robe and a red-dressed woman were slowly walking towards them.

They had been separated by an immense period of time, and during which, immense changes and upheavals had happened.

But now, the few of them were reuniting in Soft Clouds Mountain Manor. Yi Yun took one step at a time, as though he was wading upstream against the river of time spanning a thousand years…

This continued until he returned to his starting point.

At that moment, everything was as before.

He still looked youthful and Luo Huo’er could still see the youth who had stumbled into her cultivation back at the Tai Ah Divine City.

And Yi Yun seemed to see that slightly narcissistic, playful red-dressed girl back in the Tai Ah Divine City.

The crests and troughs of life are all but ephemeral mists. How nice if reunion and separation were fixed in place of that first meeting. A thousand years pass and happiness a certainty, but how much was sadness in exchange?

The End.

Author’s Note: There will still be one or two chapters as an epilogue.