Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 365: The Intent of Senior Sister
On the Li Xuan Sword, Liu Yu was carefully examining a pair of light blue long boots in his hands.
The craftsmanship of the boots was exquisite, and the patterns on them matched the aesthetics of the Chu State perfectly, with not a single thread out of place.
The size was neither too big nor too small, fitting Liu Yu just right.
It was clear that they were meticulously sewn together by their creator, undoubtedly taking considerable effort and time.
As he thought of this, Liu Yu suddenly felt a wave of irritation.
He casually stored the light blue long boots into his storage bag, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already regained his calmness.
Without any hesitation, Liu Yu used his escape light and flew straight to Qingtai Peak.
The sunlight of the Chen hour shone on his face, and his pupils, beneath his eyelashes, remained as dark as ink!
Half an hour later, he arrived at Qingtai Peak, but this time he did not see the figure of the Duan surname cultivator.
Whether it was a coincidence or the person was intentionally avoiding him was unknown.
Showing the "permit document," Liu Yu successfully boarded the teleportation array heading to Ancient Rampart City.
After a flash of light, his figure disappeared from the teleportation array.
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The teleportation array is one of the crystallizations of the cultivation civilization, spanning thousands of mountains and rivers in just a few moments.
Protected by the teleportation talisman, Liu Yu felt a brief darkness before brightness returned in no time.
At the same time, he felt some slight soreness in his body, along with nausea and discomfort.
However, with the increase in his teleportation experiences, he gradually adapted, and the discomfort now was far less intense than before.
In just two or three breaths, he was back to normal.
Liu Yu stepped off the teleportation array, verified his identity, and smoothly exited the teleportation hall, leaving Ancient Rampart City directly without stopping.
Although the entry into the city was strictly checked, the exit was relatively lenient, merely asking a few questions before letting him go.
After leaving Ancient Rampart City for a distance, Liu Yu switched to the Wind Escape Boat and flew at full speed towards Eternal Prosperity Market, not stopping at all along the way.
Standing on the deck of the Wind Escape Boat and looking down from hundreds of feet in the air, he saw a scene completely different from two years ago.
Below, the fields that used to be filled with flourishing rice, melons, and fruits had vanished, replaced by patches of grayish-yellow weeds.
Clearly, nobody had cultivated the fields for a long time.
As far as the eye could see, it was a desolate sight.
In the distance, ordinary cities showed signs of desolation, with lonely beacons of fire igniting everywhere.
Across the land, ominous black smoke rose.
The dark escape light swept across the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye, seemingly indicating some ominous omen.
As he continued forward, Liu Yu saw more scenes.
Robbers committing acts of violence and plunder in broad daylight, armies clashing in bloody battles, and homeless refugees who were gaunt and barely clothed.
The bodies abandoned by the roadside had their own identities—women, children, the elderly.
At this time, the Yan State was in a state of despair, resembling a dynasty on the brink of collapse.
And this was partly due to the Yuan Yang Sect's efforts, as well as his own.
This war in the cultivation world had, after two years of brewing, finally impacted the mundane world.
"Heaven has its heavenly dao, and cause and effect have their fates."
Taking in all the scenes along the way, these eight words emerged in Liu Yu's mind, and then he slightly shook his head, retracting his gaze.
As a true cultivator of the Chu State and a disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect's legitimate branch, it was truly difficult for him to feel any pity for the people of a foreign land.