Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 556 - 267: The Old-Time Mingyue Was Round, Flying into the Homes of Ordinary People! (8000 words)_4

Chapter 556: Chapter 267: The Old-Time Mingyue Was Round, Flying into the Homes of Ordinary People! (8000 words)_4

Indeed, one step remained.

Wang Xiu’s gaze fell upon the ruins of Initial Demon City, where an eerie light emanated from a faintly visible space-time vortex that flickered in and out of existence. To an inattentive eye, it could easily be mistaken for an illusion. That was the passage between the Cangyuan Realm and the Abyss Demon Realm, located directly beneath Initial Demon City.

When Initial Demon City was crippled long ago, the passage had been severed. The Demon Race, clearly unwilling to accept this, had been trying to repair both the city and the passage for years. They had made some progress, which was why the entrance to the ethereal passage was now visible.

"We must completely seal that passage before this is truly over!" Luo Binglan said, her eyes fixed on the vortex. She suddenly turned to Wang Xiu, her voice laced with concern. "Can you still hold on?"

Wang Xiu smiled. "No problem!"

He raised his hands and changed his hand seal, his face growing even paler as he began to chant under his breath. The one hundred thousand Heroic Spirits sensed his will and rose into the void, coalescing into a grand formation. Immortal light spread like a boundless ocean, and a colossal formation slowly descended. The demonic earth below began to shatter and shrink, as if it were being compressed into a minuscule space, collapsing in on itself again and again.

The Heavenly Immortal Array.

This was the same formation the Sanqing’s army of one hundred thousand had used to seal Demon Sea Island all those years ago. Now, a thousand years later, this very formation completely restored the seal, plugging the passage to the Demon Realm.

Wang Xiu released the hand seal and let out a long breath, a smile on his face. "For at least a thousand years, we won’t have to worry about the seal coming loose again!"

Space has its own corrective force. Passages like this, formed naturally between two realms, are incredibly difficult to resolve completely. It’s like a pit; you can bury it with soil, but you can’t make the pit itself truly disappear. It was impossible to block it permanently, at least not with any known method.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. A thousand years was more than enough time. The Cangyuan Realm was already showing signs of entering a new golden age, with geniuses emerging in abundance. With figures like Wang Xiu among them, no one could predict how far they would advance in a millennium. Perhaps they would even surpass the glory of past ages.

「...」

The war was finally over. They had destroyed the entirety of Demon Sea Island, exterminated every last member of the Demon Race, and reinforced the seal on the passage to the Demon Realm. The demonic threat had been completely neutralized. For at least a thousand years, they could rest easy.

Cheers erupted from atop Zhenmo City. The young disciples emerged from the gloom of the battlefield, their faces smeared with blood, tears of joy streaming as they cried, laughed, and embraced one another.

Wang Xiu was dragged over by Li Zuoyue and the others, and before he could even react, they hoisted him up and tossed him high into the air.

Li Zuoyue was the first to shout, "Long live the Saint Heir!"

Huang Yunchong immediately followed. "Long live the Saint Heir!"

Ji Zidian’s small face was crimson. She raised a delicate, clenched fist, her eyes welling with tears as she cried out, "Long live Senior Brother!"

One after another, more and more voices joined in. The Sanqing disciples fell into a frenzy, their shouts a cathartic release of all the grief and anxiety the war had bottled up inside them.

Zhang Yuge bellowed, "Long live Big Brother!"

The surrounding disciples of the Longhu Immortal Sect wore slightly strange expressions. Everyone knows about his close relationship with the Sanqing Saint Heir—that they’re sworn brothers—but shouldn’t he consider his own status before shouting like this in public?

However, when they turned to look, they saw that the elders of their Sect weren’t objecting. In fact, they seemed quite pleased with the situation. Understanding dawned on them, and they quickly joined the revelry.

Disciples from other sects watched the commotion. Though they didn’t join the frenzy, they all gazed at the figure in the center of the crowd with unanimous respect and gratitude. They knew that if the Sanqing Saint Heir hadn’t intervened at so many critical junctures to turn the tide of battle, the Demon Race would have surely succeeded. The Divine Province would have suffered a devastating catastrophe, and not a single person present would have escaped with their life.

An Elder from an Immortal Sect sighed with emotion. "From this day forward, the Sanqing Saint Heir’s prestige will be unmatched, like the sun at its zenith!"

The other experts present had complex expressions on their faces, but they all nodded in silent agreement.

「...」

"Put me down!"

Wang Xiu, tossed and caught repeatedly, was both exasperated and amused. He felt helpless. His body was too weak, his mana was nearly exhausted, and even his vitality was showing signs of decay. He was too weak to even struggle. If not for his exceptionally robust constitution, he would have fainted long ago.

Luo Binglan stepped forward, her expression displeased. "That’s enough. Stop messing around!"

Her words were like a blast of winter wind. Everyone felt a shiver run down their spines and quickly dispersed. She walked over and supported the swaying Wang Xiu, preparing to infuse a strand of immortal power into him.

But Wang Xiu raised a hand to stop her. "There’s no need, Master. I can still hold on."

He knew that Luo Binglan’s condition was just as bad; she was in no better shape than he was.

Luo Binglan glanced at him and didn’t insist. Instead, she looked toward a certain point in the sky and asked, "What about them?"

The Demon Race was annihilated, and Demon Sea Island no longer existed. But the Heroic Spirits Wang Xiu had summoned back now floated listlessly in place. They seemed to have lost all consciousness and motivation, their forms empty and numb.

The crowd instantly fell silent. The sight was heartbreaking. These had all once been peerless geniuses of their generation, vibrant and full of ambition, but now they were reduced to this state. Having given their all for the Human Race, they now possessed no memories and would follow no one. If left unattended, they would wander here forever. Perhaps, in the distant future, rumors would begin to spread of ghostly Evil Spirits haunting the East Sea.

Wang Xiu took a deep breath, mustering the last vestige of strength in his body. He landed back on the God Summoning Platform. All at once, the light of the stars converged, and countless formation runes transformed into sparks, flying into his hands.