Published: March 9, 2025
Just as Chu Yang made his final choice, the ten magnificent beams of white light that connected the heavens and the earth above the Forest of Spirits finally descended with a thunderous roar.
Among them, the central beam, with a "boom," entered Chu Yang's body.
The other nine beams transformed, one into a sword that shot into Gu Duxing's body like lightning, and another into a long knife that plunged into Dong Wushang's heavenly crown.
The remaining beams entered the bodies of Mo Tianji, Ji Mo, Rocky Luo, Rui Butong, Ao Xieyun, Xie Danqiong, and... Mo Qingwu.
Ten beams of white light, ten individuals.
Not a single one missing.
Only when the white light reached Mo Qingwu did the brothers' eyes clearly flash with extreme surprise, and even Mo Tianji was no exception.
If anyone still didn't realize that the final calamity of the Nine Calamities was Mo Qingwu... how foolish could they be?
At this moment, they had no time to speak; the only feeling was an overwhelming surge of energy rushing into their bodies, causing their cultivation levels to soar as rapidly as a rising tide...
These pure energies surged like waves in a great river, seemingly endless.
The brothers utilized all their effort to cultivate, with no time to think of anything else. Each of them was flushed, as if drunk from the overwhelming influx of vital energy.
Mo Lei Er looked at the nine people before her with great envy, while her divine thought spread like a vast blanket; now, as the nine were in their ascension, she was the only one left to guard, bearing a significant responsibility, and she couldn't afford any mistakes...
Besides, what was she losing? Her beloved Dong Wushang was among them, and if he improved, wouldn’t that mean she improved as well...
Mo Lei Er swayed her body and transformed into a plume of black smoke, shooting up to the top of a tall tree, monitoring everything within a radius of hundreds of miles, wholeheartedly vigilant without the slightest negligence.
...
Three days later.
“I say, Young Master Wei, you really won't come out with me?” Chu Yang stood at the entrance of the City of Spirits, looking at Young Master Wei.
“I will go out,” Young Master Wei chuckled, “but I can’t go with you all. Some things are really hard to say in front of the brothers... Besides, you all have already become ninth rank supremes. In the entire continent, there are not many who can withstand you, and absolutely none who can do so simultaneously.”
“I can finally rest easy now.”
Young Master Wei clasped his fists, saying, “Take care on your journey, brother!”
“Take care!” Chu Yang sighed inwardly; Young Master Wei truly had no interest in the Nine Heavens Pavilion at all.
“Young Master Wei, if anything comes up, you know how to find me.” Chu Yang floated upward, “When we have time in the future, let’s drink to our hearts' content! No return without drunkenness!”
Before the words even finished, Chu Yang’s figure had vanished, departing cleanly and without any hesitation.
“This isn’t fair, but I have no choice. Mo Tianji is still keeping an eye on me, and Dong Wushang is waiting for a showdown... how can I go out with you?” Young Master Wei watched the direction he had left, shaking his head with a bitter smile, mumbling, “I should bring Alu over... this way I can resolve the grudges of her family and settle down here as well.”
His body flickered and disappeared.
In contrast to Chu Yang, he was heading in a completely opposite direction.
Now, the ground had long since erupted.
The light pillars in the sky disappeared as they were absorbed into the bodies of the nine.
The disappearance of the light pillars from sight didn’t mean they had truly vanished; the nine were doing everything they could to digest the benefits brought by the white light.
Each beam of white light was the most concentrated collection of heaven and earth spiritual energy, and during the absorption process, there was not a trace of leakage; it belonged to whoever absorbed it. Moreover, there was absolutely no conflict with their original cultivation levels.