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Sang Qingxiao raised a question, wondering if these people had been staring up the whole time. Elder Tong hurried to explain that the speed of Ascension actually falls within a general range. For newcomers making their first ascent to the Upper Realm, it was natural for them to take it slow due to potential discomfort.
Thus, the common folk could see his figure ascending with their naked eyes. Based on their descriptions, I calculated the speed and, using that speed along with the distance of one hundred thousand miles upward, I figured out the time it took for the Ascension. During this timeframe, there were witnesses among the populace whose testimonies formed a complete timeline. The fact that Master hadn’t returned seemed accurate.
“Ah, witness testimonies can easily be fabricated,” I thought.
Misha refrained from commenting and simply said, “Continue.”
Since he hadn’t returned, it was highly likely he had been erased. The terrifying existence mentioned earlier at a distance of one hundred thousand miles led me to some speculation after reviewing a wealth of information.
Elder Tong unfolded a map dotted with stars that were indecipherable. He explained that it was drawn by an adept painter among the Gods, depicting the routes and dangers encountered between the Upper Realm and Lower Realm. These clusters represented the sources of danger.
This was a chaotic asteroid cluster where storms raged incessantly, swirling around rocks of all sizes. A moment's inattention could lead to being torn apart by violent winds and debris. I vaguely recalled encountering five large asteroid clusters along the way, as well as countless smaller ones; at least half of our party perished there.
Then there was this dark cave entrance. When I first saw it, I thought it was some sort of stable spatial passage. However, before anyone got too close, they were sucked in and never returned.
Misha raised a hand to stop him from continuing. “Are you suggesting that the danger at one hundred thousand miles is one of these?”
“That’s exactly what I mean. It could also be a new danger I’ve never encountered before.”
“Do you think such reasoning will convince me?”
Seeing Misha’s evident disbelief, Elder Tong grew anxious. After coughing several times, he continued, “The path of Ascension is meant to ensure safety from various harms along the way; this continent truly lacks such protection.”
“The possibility that Master has perished is extremely high; you need to face reality.”
“Your insistence on seeing him alive or finding his corpse is simply unreasonable! If I can’t even get out myself, how could I possibly bring back a body for you?”
“If you don’t believe my speculation, there’s another method. You can accompany me back to the Upper Realm to consult with the most skilled diviner among the immortals about Master’s whereabouts; surely that would suffice.”
Misha’s expression shifted noticeably. “Let’s wait another two days.”
“Why wait any longer?”
We have someone investigating as well, and they will return in the next couple of days. Once both sides' investigation results are corroborated, we can make plans.
Elder Tong trembled with anger. "You are so indecisive, always hesitating. What about the Qilin Beast? Sooner or later, these troubles will drag you down to your demise!"
Misha remained unfazed. "Elder Tong, don't be upset. Anger harms the body and leads to a quick death. It would be better for you to pick up your pen and write, to stabilize your emotions."
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