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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
Zhuque snorted and said, "The Poison God is unscathed. After descending the mountain, there are people waiting for him. He has already led the disciples of the Wandu Sect away."
Everyone present immediately showed expressions of shock. After a moment, the chubby old man standing beside the White Tiger, looking somewhat drowsy, suddenly smiled and said, "Old Poison is indeed resourceful, having arranged an escape route early on. He can move freely, truly a match for the Demon King Sect Master."
The young man supporting the Ghost King, Wan, suddenly looked up and stared at the chubby old man with a cold gaze, shouting, "Xuanwu Envoy, what do you mean by that?"
Xuanwu appeared to be a very amiable person and did not get angry; he simply smiled and said, "What I mean, can't you tell?"
Wan's gaze suddenly turned sharp, but at that moment, Mr. Ghost standing beside him gently coughed and quietly reminded him, "The Sect Master has awakened."
Wan was startled and quickly lowered his head to look. Indeed, he saw the Ghost King, whose face resembled golden paper, slowly opening his eyes. He couldn't help but feel a mix of joy and anxiety as he asked, "Sect Master, are you alright?"
The Ghost King looked somewhat weak and gasped for breath a couple of times before signaling Wan to help him sit upright to face Qiu Wangyu and the other four. The Ghost King forced a smile and said, "Master, four Holy Envoys, Wan is still young and inexperienced; please do not hold it against him."
Xuanwu seemed to show some respect for this Demon King Sect Master. Hearing this, he shook his head but did not say anything further.
It was Qiu Wangyu who laughed and said, "Your disciple is quite good; he remained calm under pressure and managed to save both of us to some extent. He is a talent...!" Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly inhaled sharply, a look of pain crossing his face.
Everyone was greatly alarmed; the man holding him gasped in surprise. Qiu Wangyu breathed rapidly for a few moments before waving his hand and sighing, "That Zhuxian Sword is indeed formidable; even the secret techniques recorded in the Magic Strategy cannot suppress this malevolent aura." Without waiting for those around him to speak, he called out directly, "Qinglong."
The man beside him trembled slightly and bowed his head in response, saying, "At your service."
Qiu Wangyu remained calm and said, "Looking at this injury, I am already a dying man and cannot return to the Barbaric Sacred Hall. There are still a few matters that weigh on my mind, which I must entrust to you."
The members of the Four Great Saints changed color in unison, including the three from the Ghost King Sect. The Ghost King’s face changed dramatically as he exclaimed, "Master, why do you say such things?"
Qiu Wangyu smiled faintly, pushed aside Qinglong, and slowly sat up straight. He said, "Life and death are merely trivial matters. I recklessly besieged Qingyun and unexpectedly suffered a great defeat, causing countless followers to lose their lives at Qingyun. This outcome is surely the divine punishment from the Holy Mother and Ming Wang, so there is no need for you to say more."
Qinglong, Baihu, Xuanwu, and Zhuque all knelt before him at once. Qinglong trembled slightly, tears in his eyes, gritting his teeth as he said, "Master, you must not abandon your life! We, the disciples of the Holy Sect, have waited for thousands of years to welcome this prosperous era. If you are gone, I fear that the Holy Sect will once again..."
Qiu Wangyu remained silent for a moment and sighed, "It is all my greed for achievement that has led to this retribution. I regret that I have ruined the great situation of the Holy Sect, making me an eternal sinner of the Holy Sect. Enough of this. The defeat is already set; I have no face to return to the Sanctuary. After I die, you shall cremate my remains on the spot and scatter my ashes beneath the Barbaric Sacred Hall and Shura Tower, letting them be exposed to sun and wind as atonement for my great sins today."
Qinglong's body shook violently; his lips trembled as he stared blankly at Qiu Wangyu, unable to speak for a moment. Behind him, Baihu let out a furious yet suppressed roar; that Black-Clad Woman, Zhuque, lowered her body to the ground and began to sob.
But under Qiu Wangyu's gaze, Qinglong's voice became hoarse as two streams of hot tears flowed down his cheeks. Finally, he bowed his head heavily against the ground before Qiu Wangyu, producing a muffled sound: "Yes..."
Qiu Wangyu pondered for a moment before speaking solemnly again: "In this battle against Qingyun, I see many young heroes and talents emerging from Qingyun; it is truly a sign of revival. In a few decades, they will surely thrive with strength far surpassing previous generations. In contrast, although there are many strong practitioners within our Holy Sect, there is no one capable of uniting all factions under their leadership. After my death, the Holy Sect will undoubtedly fall into chaos with endless internal strife." He forced a smile as he looked at Qinglong and said softly, "After I die, you must immediately lead people back to the wilderness and guard the Sanctuary. You must not enter Middle-earth for a hundred years; remember this well."
Qinglong knelt on the ground, unable to raise his head for a long time. He trembled as he replied, "Yes."
A trace of pain crossed Qiu Wangyu's face again; his body swayed slightly but he still managed to sit up straight once more. His gaze then turned towards the Ghost King Sect, staring at the Ghost King for a moment before slowly saying, "Demon King Sect Master, I have disappointed you."
The Ghost King was greatly shocked and did not know where he found the strength to stand up with great effort. Wan quickly supported him, but then was grabbed by the Ghost King's arm as they both knelt before Qiu Wangyu, simultaneously exclaiming in anguish: "Master, why do you say such things! Our Holy Sect has been in turmoil for hundreds of years and has fallen into despair. Fortunately, with your emergence to unify the Holy Sect and bring order back to it, we have achieved today's situation. I only wish for you to last for thousands of years! From now on, anyone who dares to slander you will be met with our first strike from the entire Ghost King Sect!"
Qiu Wangyu gazed at the Ghost King for a long time before nodding and shifting his gaze away.
But the Ghost King remained kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
After a moment, Qiu Wangyu said lightly, "After this battle, the Ghost King Sect and the Wandu Sect will be the two strongest remaining factions under the Holy Sect. It is your duty to protect the Sanctuary, so you should return early."
The Ghost King immediately replied, "Yes, I will obey."
Qiu Wangyu smiled and then turned his head to gaze ahead, where a towering mountain stood majestically against the sky, piercing the clouds. The mist rose and swirled in myriad forms, resembling a giant overlooking the world.
He stared blankly for a while, then suddenly let out a long sigh. The original rebellious heroism was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a sense of desolation and an unwillingness in his eyes. After a moment, his head slowly drooped down, yet he still murmured softly, "Qingyun, Qingyun... Qing..."
Qinglong sensed something and suddenly looked up, quickly stepping forward to support him, allowing Qiu Wangyu to lean against him. However, after a moment, he saw Qiu Wangyu's head tilt to the side, and he fell silent.
The scene instantly fell into silence; everyone knelt on the ground as if they could not believe their eyes, their minds blank.
(Wilderness Journey consists of a total of 200,000 words and will be released for free on Qidian. Thank you all for your support of The Legend of the Immortals over the years.)
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