Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 351: Leaving the Continent - Part 2

Inside the Dust Valley, the sect master’s villa hummed with quiet, restrained energy.

Mo Jian sat with his parents, the calm on his face belying the excitement rippling just beneath the surface.

Those who knew him well could sense the tension he managed to mask, the subtle tremor in his hands, the way his breathing steadied before every measured word.

"Son, what is with that expression?" Liu Zexian asked, her curiosity brightening her features as she studied him intently.

Her husband’s gaze, too, fixed on his son with a mix of affection and perplexity.

Mo Jian looked from one parent to the other and took a slow, deliberate breath.

"Quick spill it. What is going on?" his father pressed, voice steady but edged with anticipation.

Turning to his parents, Mo Jian allowed a faint, almost imperceptible smile to cross his lips.

He spoke with careful clarity. "Father, Mother, do you ever think we can leave this continent?"

The question hung in the air. His parents exchanged a glance, a quiet exchange of concern and confusion.

"Son, you know that’s impossible," his father said in a deep, dejected tone.

He understood how hard his son had strived to escape their confinement, yet the answer had always eluded them.

Many times, they had wanted to tell him to accept the fate of never leaving the continent, but their words never quite found their courage.

When they learned that the adventurers were no longer risking their lives to seek a path out of the continent, they breathed a cautious sigh of relief.

They, too, had never grasped the heavenly laws that governed their world, yet they could still live a peaceful life.

And that, in their eyes, was enough.

But now, hearing his question again, they realized their son was still clinging to the illusion of escape.

"Jier’re, please, why don’t you forget about leaving the continent? Mother does not want you to die," Liu Zexian murmured, her voice trembling with emotion.

He was her only son, and if anything were to happen to him, she would not endure it.

"Please, let’s just live happily together," she added, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Mo Jian quickly tried to ease their worry. "Mother, your son wouldn’t risk his life for something impossible. I’m too intelligent for that."

His voice remained calm, but his seriousness cut through the room.

At that moment, his parents found themselves nodding in reluctant agreement.

They admired his shrewdness and intelligence and, yet they could not fathom why he remained so adamant about what seemed to them a futile pursuit.

"Father, Mother, I’m here to tell you we’ve finally found a way out of the continent," he announced, a bright smile etching its way across his face.

For thousands of years, many had tried and failed, but he had done it.

To him, nothing was truly impossible.

If men could become gods in this world, what was stopping them from achieving the impossible?

For a moment, his parents did not react.

They froze, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief.

"S-son, we know you’re desperate to live..." his father began, but Mo Jian interrupted, his voice tight with resolve.

"Do you think I’ll joke about something like this?" he asked gravely.

Then he explained, in careful detail, how for the past two years they had dug tunnels beneath the Never-Ending Forest, and how, recently, they had managed to leave the continent.

Silence.

His parents stared at him with wide eyes, overwhelmed by a blend of awe and fear, a sense of the magnitude of what he had accomplished.

Such determination.

Such persistence.

And, most importantly, the audacity to do what many believed impossible.

They could hardly imagine how difficult it would be to dig a tunnel beneath the Never-Ending Forest.

The forest stretched for millions of miles, and yet he had carved a path through it.

"Son...." His father’s voice quivered.

He was at a loss for words.

Since ancient times, no one had managed to escape their continent, yet now his son had done it.

He was proud, overwhelmed, and happy.

Beside him, his wife looked at their son with tears in her eyes. She rose from her seat and pulled Mo Jian into a tight embrace.

"Son, you’ve done the impossible, and you’ve made us proud," she whispered.

His father rose as well and joined the hug.

What more could a parent ask for in this life?

Their son had given them everything.

Without him, their cultivation would not have advanced so rapidly.

They had both become Peak Golden Core experts, a testament, in part, to the resources their son generously provided.

After the emotional moment, they returned to their seats, and his father spoke with a grave, measured tone.

"Son, you must realize how important this is for the continent. How are you going to handle it?"

Mo Jian had anticipated the question’s gravity.

If the news spread, it could unleash the terrifying forces at the heart of various dangerous zones and they would stop at nothing to kill everyone in their path.

His mother shared the same solemn concern.

While the possibility of leaving the continent was a tremendous opportunity, they remained weak compared to their enemies.

They needed to be discreet.

"Father, I’ve already thought about it," Mo Jian replied. "Only a trusted, select few will be allowed to leave first."

"From what we’ve discovered, the other continents are far stronger than ours. Only Half-Step Nascent Soul Powerhouses and Peak Golden Core Experts have a real chance of surviving," he explained.

"So I’ve decided to take five trusted Half-Step Nascent Soul powerhouses, along with a few Golden Core Experts."

Hearing their son’s plan, his parents felt a surge of relief. It seemed he had already considered every contingency.

"So, which elders are you taking?" his father asked.

Mo Jian hesitated, surprised by the question. He had expected them to be thrilled and eager to join the first exodus, but their expression made him pause.

As if they could read his hesitation, his mother answered with a bright smile. "Son, we understand how crucial this is, but we must not rush it. When you return to us, then we can follow you."

Mo Jian nodded. "Alright."

With his parents staying behind, he could relax and explore the continent more thoroughly. When he had enough footing, he could bring them over.

"So, who among the elders are you bringing along?" his father pressed.

"Supreme Elder Zhao, Elder Bai, and Elder Li Huang. I’d like to take Elder Luo Zhen, but I might need his attention back home," Mo Jian replied.

"Very well. Just tell us what you need, and we’ll assist you," his father assured him.

"When are you departing?" His mother asked.

"In seven days," Mo Jian answered, a steady calm returning to his voice as he set the plan in motion.