Chapter 1405 - 773: Final - of Calamity, The Cosmos Breathes! (Part 2)

Chapter 1405: Chapter 773: Final Chapter of Calamity, The Cosmos Breathes! (Part 2)

Though Farian was a Divine Son, he was still far from unmatched.

Cui Yunyu, nearing the seventh limit, descended and slew the culprit!

"All troops, hear my command! Follow the old Daoist together!"

Seeing Dragon King Cui blocking the monstrous dragon, Taoist Monarch Wuyang led the team back to counterattack the Celestial Demon.

Previously, the Celestial Demon army flaunted Farian’s strength, running rampant without restraint.

Now, the offense and defense had changed, and Yong’an Army soldiers pursued the Celestial Demon with the force of a Celestial King.

When the heavenly rain comes, the cicada knows first.

Defeat is like a mountain falling; a few surviving Tier Five Great Demons had already gathered together, fleeing south first.

"Where are you escaping to?"

Qin Yue roared angrily, lightning flashing continuously in his hand.

Sunlight crisscrosses.

Wuyang raised the horsetail whisk, a beam of light like a sunspot suddenly fired, the True Gang of the great sun soared and swept, a long gorge shattered open for a hundred miles, ending as several cosmic leaders’ graves.

"Kill!!!"

The next day at noon, both wind and rain ceased.

Outside the city, thick smoke billowed, covering the sky.

Though the battle ended, as brutal as it was, post-war tasks were indispensable.

Celestial Demons crossed dimensions, like rootless children without parents; after dying in the human world, they soon turned to flying ashes.

Apart from the True Spirit core, all else returned to the heavens.

But humans are different.

If not dealt with after death, they easily breed bacteria, cause diseases, and pollute land and water.

Only burning can quickly disinfect everything, with most heroes left only with a tomb of clothes and crown.

"Sigh..."

...

Silently dustless, medicine fragrance lingered.

Several lab coats circled the hospital bed, some eyebrows tense, some secretly clicking their tongues, fingertip gliding over the already scabbed wound, eyelid trembling uncontrollably.

A terrifying recovery ability, if brought in any later, it would have healed...

Standing by the bed, the martial arts family’s young woman slowly rose, taking off gloves and throwing them into the nearby wastebasket, doctors following her eye indication, exiting the door.

Several school leaders, fortunate not to be injured, gathered forward, voices urgent:

"Doctor, how is Meng Chuan’s health?"

No one spoke, only waiting for the leading female doctor to nod outside the door:

"No problem, heart damaged, self-heal, back injury more severe, also self-healed."

"Are you sure? Did Doctor Ren check his mental aspect?"

Several peered through the small window inside, feeling Meng Chuan seemed listless, as if his mind had been struck dumb...

"No illness, I am his teacher’s wife, how could I not be thorough?

He’s like this because... of heart disease."

Ren Ping gazed into the room, eyes filled with worry.

The figure on the bed lay like a sawn plank, motionless and dissipating desolateness.

The aura of a Grandmaster mingled with the desolate meaning, gradually, no one could approach this hospital room.

Meng Chuan did not wish to see people.

At dusk, a figure flew from the sky, landing by the window outside the wall.

Sight pierced through the window, seeing the bed-ridden person opening eyes in a daze, temple veins knotted like giant pythons.

Yang Huan sighed inwardly:

"That beast is cunning, also having dimensional leap means, pursued to Ba Mountain, no way."

Mo Jue’s speed surpassed Tier Five, he tried his best.

Noticing Meng Chuan’s Life Fire dangerous, returning to the city ahead of Taoist Monarch Wuyang, he also tried his best...

At dawn, a sky without clouds.

"Pitter-patter."

A raindrop fell on Lishan Mountain, making an almost inaudible sound, hundreds of drops falling, unnoticed.

Gradually, pits and hollows gathered pools of water, like the colors of water oil diluted and fused together, reflecting a dazzling sheen.

Despite anyone’s obstruction, Meng Chuan left the school hospital, wandering aimlessly through the mountains.

He slowly stretched out a hand.

A large clump of water vapor gathered in his palm.

In his eyes’ reflection, the raindrops were clearly the bright red of blood, exceptionally glaring!

"Red rain? Who is crying? Is it the heavens?"

Sighing, shadowy figures of the deceased flashed across his mind, Meng Chuan silent.

The magnetic field lifted him, step by step drifting into the sky.

A pale face slowly raised.

The experience from Shangjing to Yong’an, in less than a year, taught him many things.

When the heavens are high and the earth far, feel the infinity of the cosmos;

When joy ends, sadness comes, understand the count of fullness and void.

...

Having gone through the 8.26 San Qin Demon Nest riot event, Yong’an was riddled with ruins.

The second Sunday after the war.

To the right of the city hall, a newly erected black building, particularly solemn.

[Yong’an People’s Heroes Memorial Hall]

Here hung nearly ten thousand pristine black and white photos, without a speck of dust.

They all were martial artists and members of martial arts families who sacrificed in this battle.

Meng Chuan clutched the [Diamond Dragon] medal just retrieved from the Martial Arts Association, the new president of Yong’an Martial Arts Association now a respected position, concurrently held by San Qin Martial Arts Association.

The respected individual praised him greatly, declaring him the youngest recipient of this medal in history.

Yet he hardly cared, at present, silently accompanying Long Jiu’s family.

Long Jiu’s little daughter had large eyes, blinking revealing fear and unease.

Her hair was sparse, a single elastic band folded twice could completely secure the back of her skull, much like Long Jiu...

Her father’s nickname given to him—Bald Ape.

As Meng Chuan walked over, people all greeted him with silent reverence, harboring infinite gratitude.

On the day dragons entered the city, it was known city-wide, feared city-wide.

Without Meng Chuan’s intervention, single-handedly slaying two beasts, not only Yong’an’s one district of Quhe New District would be destroyed.

Respect is gratitude, awe is fame.

At 22, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, his figure in people’s minds seemingly as incomprehensible as a god.

Succeeding Zhao Linyuan as the [God of the Human World], future national pillar, destined to lift the heavens from collapsing!

Great expectations.

Meng Chuan paused for a moment, cupped hands without speaking, then left.

How far is the future?

He could not save the faces in these black and white photos...

In front of a portrait, hundreds of students stood holding flowers, crying tearfully.