bookbashuk Chapter 191 Three Years, One Dream: Repaying the Karma
Chapter 191 Three Years, One Dream: Repaying the Karma
The black-robed leader raised his head excitedly, his voice hoarse and fervent, "Replying to my lord, three thousand years have passed since the Great Qian Dynasty was established."
"Three...thousand years?"
The man in the black robe spoke very softly, as if it were just a whisper on his lips, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.
Everyone's face turned pale.
How terrifying must the cultivation and strength of ancient cultivators from three thousand years ago have been? They were beings these days, beings they couldn't possibly contend with!
The man in the black robe slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the kneeling black-robed crowd, then over the pale-faced righteous cultivators who looked as if facing a formidable enemy, before finally settling back on Su Wan.
A hint of surprise flashed in the man's eyes when he saw Su Wan.
Before he could even speak, the black-robed leader below excitedly exclaimed, "My lord, this woman is a spiritual guide carefully prepared for you by your disciple. Her body possesses the ultimate form, and her primordial yin has not been depleted. She can help you stabilize your soul and return to the world!"
The man in the black robe shifted his gaze from Su Wan to the fanatical black-robed leader. He frowned and waved his hand, instantly turning the seven black-robed men below, including the leader, into blood.
Just as the man in the black robe was about to look at Su Wan, Su Wan's voice entered his mind through telepathy.
Turn around and face away from me.
The man in the black robe was taken aback. He first turned around as instructed, facing away from the cultivators below, and then communicated with Su Wan below through telepathy, "Master, why is this?"
"I've appeared here to tell you that now is not the time for you to wake up. It was only a few fools who read a few fragments of a book who took it upon themselves to awaken you."
After a moment, the man in the black robe continued to speak telepathically: "Indeed, 'Master,' you have always taught 'us' that our only enemies are the cultivators of the world and the immortals of the heavens. If you were to awaken me, you should use the blood of those worthless immortals or cultivators, not the blood of mortals."
"You forcibly suppressed the Yin energy here, and the earth's veins are now unstable. I need you to continue sleeping, dispersing the excess power back into the earth's veins to repair the damage. Otherwise, this land will be devoid of life for several years." Su Wan's voice paused slightly before continuing, "When the time is right, I will summon you. Also, do not reveal to them that we know each other."
"Disciple obeys." The man in the black robe agreed without any hesitation.
The two communicated through telepathy, which seemed lengthy, but in reality, it only took a moment.
In the eyes of Chen Anran and the other cultivators, the black-robed man, whose aura was as terrifying as an abyss, suddenly turned his back to the crowd and stood silently for a moment after casually killing seven black-robed evil cultivators.
This moment of deathly silence was more suffocating than any fierce battle. No one knew what the ancient cultivator was thinking, no one dared to move, and everyone held their breath.
Chen Anran's palms were sweaty, and the powerful attack artifacts in the Museum of Evolution were ready to be activated at any time.
In the midst of this almost unbearable silence, the man in the black robe finally turned around, looked down at the crowd below, and said, "You ignorant evil cultivator, disturbing my peaceful slumber, you deserve to die."
After saying that, he stopped looking at anyone and raised his hand to press it lightly against the ground.
Silently, the writhing, flowing dark red runes and sticky bloodstains on the ground, like ice and snow scorched by the blazing sun, rapidly melted and evaporated, turning into wisps of blue smoke and dissipating. The bone altar shattered inch by inch, turning to dust. The black barrier of the "Seven Star Soul-Locking Array" that shrouded the valley floor also silently burst like a bubble.
The thick, oppressive aura of malevolent energy in the air seemed to be grasped, purified, and then... slowly sank into the ground by an invisible giant hand.
The previously chaotic and violent energy of the earth's veins calmed and straightened out at an astonishing speed. Although the weakness from the trauma remained, the insidious nature that had been constantly eroding living beings had disappeared.
After the man in the black robe finished doing all this, his figure began to become transparent and blurry, as if he was about to merge back into that void of darkness.
"Senior!" Zhang Nanshan suppressed the turmoil in his heart, stepped forward, bowed, and asked, "May I ask, Senior..."
The man in the black robe paused slightly, turning half his face to the side, his expression indifferent. "Three thousand years is but a dream, all worldly affairs are empty. Today, by a twist of fate, I will use the remaining strength of my body to repair the earth's veins and repay the debts of karma. Once this matter is settled, dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Do not disturb, do not dwell on it."
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished completely, as if he had never existed. Only the much clearer air and the slightly barren soil slowly recovering its vitality remained at the bottom of the valley.
A deathly silence.
Everyone stood frozen in place, as if they hadn't yet recovered from this sudden and absurd turn of events.
The anticipated catastrophe did not occur. That terrifying ancient cultivator... actually dispersed his cultivation, repaired the earth's veins, and then disappeared.
"This...this is it?" Qi Lan was the first to speak. She transformed back into human form, revealing a face filled with astonishment, her amber vertical pupils filled with confusion. "Those guys...they made such a big fuss, and the ancient cultivators they summoned ended up killing them all?"
Panting heavily, Feng Lie supported the badly injured Feng Changyuan, his voice hoarse: "What did his last words mean? Paying back karma? Whose karma did he owe?"
Zhang Nanshan and Master Tianbao exchanged a glance, both seeing deep doubt and lingering fear in each other's eyes. They had cultivated for a hundred years, weathering many storms, yet they had never encountered anything so bizarre.
An ancient cultivator, whose aura was terrifyingly powerful and was awakened by a blood sacrifice from an evil cultivator, not only casually destroyed the evil cultivator who summoned him, but also repaired the damaged ley lines, and then... fell into a deep sleep again.
This makes absolutely no sense!
Master Haishan chanted a Buddhist prayer, his face a mixture of sorrow and joy: "Amitabha... The earth's veins have been restored, sparing the people from utter devastation; this is a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune. But... who exactly is that benefactor? And what is the meaning behind his actions?"
No one could answer Hai Shan's question. After a long silence, it was broken by a suppressed cough. Feng Changyuan's face was ashen; he had almost exhausted his spiritual energy by forcibly maintaining the defensive formation and casting the medicinal spell. Feng Lie hurriedly supported his brother and took out some pills from his pocket to feed him.
Zhang Nanshan slowly put away the crimson wine gourd, his gaze complex as he stared at the spot where the man in black robes had disappeared. He sighed deeply, "...In any case, this calamity is over." He turned to Tianbao Zhenren, "Brother Tianbao, has the earth's veins truly been restored?"
Master Tianbao had already taken out his compass again and was intently examining the area. After a long while, he nodded emphatically: "The chaos has ceased, the Yin energy has dissipated, and although the earth's energy is still weak, it has returned to its natural flow. Given time, it should recover. That... senior, what you said is true."
"Senior?" Qi Lan transformed back into human form, tossing her slightly messy short hair. Her amber vertical pupils were filled with disbelief. "I think you're out of your mind! Seven evil cultivators went to so much trouble to wake him up, and he just turned around and killed the sacrifice, and even cleaned up the mess... What is this? An evil cultivator's sudden change of heart? His aura is more sinister than all those black-robed bastards combined!"