The Events of that Year

(TN: plase vote with powerstones.)

Liu Ping lightly squeezed it.

The silver ingot was opened like dirt, revealing the jade tag hidden inside.

— — -it seems to be an image recording jade tag.

Liu Ping scanned the jade tag with his inner sight.

Zhao Chanyi's voice came from the jade tag:

"This jade tag is held by the seven great sects, each sect master has one, hidden in their sect master's cave. I had to expend a lot of effort to steal it."

Following her voice, a scene slowly unfolded in Liu Ping's Thought Sea.

Dusk.

The setting sun was as red as blood.

The wind was howling, as if it was crying, as if it was telling of the tragedy of the entire war.

On the ground, the corpses of dead cultivators and demons were mixed together, as far as the eye could see.

Liu Ping immediately realized.

— — -this is the war of the past!

From the looks of it, the war is already over.

At this point in time, I've already taken the Nine Turns Resurrection Pill and entered a state of suspended animation, changing my fate.

As for Shifu …

While he was thinking, several people appeared on the plains in front of him.

The sect masters of the seven great sects each stood guard, surrounding the grey-robed old man in the middle.

Time slowly passed.

Among the seven sect masters, a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance spoke up:

"Gua Saint, the war is already over, why are you doing this?"

The grey-robed old man didn't say anything.

The middle-aged man sighed, then changed the way he addressed him:

"Fellow Dao seeker, your entire sect was destroyed in the war, this is truly a heartbreaking matter, I also feel deeply sorry for it"

"But, in order to win against the demons, many sects of the entire cultivation world were destroyed. This is an outcome that all of us cultivators have already predicted, haven't we already accepted it?"

Saying so, the middle-aged man glanced at the grey-robed old man.

The grey-robed old man was expressionless, only silently looking at the sky.

The middle-aged man continued:

"Fellow Dao seeker, you're the number one Divination practitioner in the world, the best at peering into the future, you should understand that the The Nine Turns Resurrection Pill can't actually help you rebuild your sect."

"This is only your obsession causing trouble, so …"

"Please return that divine pill to us, and let us seven sects continue protecting it."

"As long as you return this divine pill to me, I guarantee that the entire cultivation alliance will not punish you too severely. After all, all of us can understand your feelings.

"But if you continue to hide the divine pill …"

"You should know that you can't defeat the seven of us by yourself."

"This old man understands your difficulties. Why do you want to fight with us old friends?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he carefully observed the grey-robed elder.

These words were persuasive and reasonable, but unfortunately — — — — — — -

The gray-robed old man remained unmoved.

The afterglow of the sun shone on their bodies, elongating their shadows. Everything around them gradually fell into a deathly silence.

The twilight was fading.

The world was about to enter the shroud of night.

The old man, who had been observing the changes in the sky, finally revealed a stern expression.

Time is running out!

Another Sect Leader interrupted, "Old Zhang, you are already someone who can almost ascend. Why do you have to abandon the world and destroy your own path for a strange pill?"

This time, the old man finally spoke up: "I had no other choice, I had to do it this way."

Everyone's expressions changed.

The middle-aged man shouted: "The pill was already stolen by you, what other difficulties do you have?"

"… Very well, since we're acquaintances, I might as well tell you the truth, consider it compensation for taking the pill."

The grey-robed old man clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the seven Sect Leaders who were preparing to face a great enemy.

He suddenly chuckled:

"I once spent some of my lifespan to perform a Divination that allowed me to see the future."

The seven of them were shocked.

"How much lifespan did you spend?" the middle-aged man anxiously asked.

"All of it."

"You're crazy! Why did you do that!? "

The grey-robed old man waved his hand dismissively and casually replied:

"I was destined to die in this war, this was my fate — — Unfortunately, that Divination was so profound that I could only see the gist of it without being able to fully comprehend it."

"What exactly is going to happen?" someone couldn't help but ask.

The grey-robed old man glanced at each of them, then continued:

"What happened next is very tragic. I couldn't decide whether or not I should tell you — —"

"From this night onwards, 'Daytime' will no longer appear."

"An unimaginable terror is about to descend, no living being will be able to escape."

Suddenly, one of the Sect Leaders shouted: "You're lying!

The other fellow Dao Leaders who are proficient in Divination already knew that a great calamity would befall us, that's why we prepared an underground shelter."

Another Sect Leader stroked his beard: "That's right, the other Dao Leaders' Divination showed that the underground shelter would be able to help us get through this crisis."

The grey-robed old man calmly replied:

"Their Divination wasn't wrong, but unfortunately — — the various underground measures wouldn't be able to stop the calamity in front of us."

The few of them were stunned, and they were somewhat puzzled.

"They could clearly help us get through this crisis, but not now?" one of the Sect Leaders couldn't help but ask.

"That's right."

The old man nodded, then suddenly turned around to look at the recording in the jade tag — — -

From the recording, it was as if he was facing every cultivator who was watching this recording.

"Fellow Dao Leaders, this old man was originally a Heavenly Venerable of the Nine Heavens, but because I was worried about the suffering of the living beings of the lower realms, I decided to enter the mortal realm and help all living beings, going through many calamities. Now that the calamity is about to descend, this old man can no longer help you, so I had no choice but to ascend and return to the Heavenly Palace."

The seven Sect Leaders were stunned.

Liu Ping was also stunned.

No one would've thought that Gua Saint would say something like that.

"How can you prove that you came from the upper realms?" one of the Sect Leaders probed.

The grey-robed old man shook his head and replied: "It's too late."

"Remember, your only hope comes from this world itself — —"

"This world is one of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Human Realm. It's very unique. As long as the time is right, it will have a chance to escape from control."

"Once it escapes, this world will automatically return to the void and search for the other 5 worlds of the Six Paths of Reincarnation."

"It will then fuse with the other 5 worlds and become one again"

"Only then will all of you be saved … The time has come, take care of yourselves."

After saying that, the old man slowly lowered his head and stopped moving.

The seven Sect Leaders couldn't help but take a few steps back.

If the [The Nine Turns Resurrection Pill] was with Gua Saint, with the miraculous power of the pill, something would've happened — — -

Time slowly passed.

A few dozen breaths later.

Nothing happened.

… That can't be right.

Could it be, the Divine Pill isn't with Gua Saint?

Where is it?

Also, was what he said just now true?

Is there really going to be a great calamity?

While the others were still thinking, the dignified middle-aged man seemed to have woken up from a dream and madly rushed forward to grab the grey-robed old man's arm

"Don't even think about pretending to be dead — — seal!"

The middle-aged man shouted.

Streaks of light came from his hands and entered the old man's body.

But the grey-robed old man's eyes were closed, no matter how hard he tried, his body didn't react.

A while later.

The middle-aged man let go of his hand and took a few steps back with a dejected expression.

— — the grey-robed old man is dead.

No matter how powerful a Thaumaturgy is, it's useless against a dead person.

Everyone silently looked at the old man's body with complicated expressions.

Silence.

"Could it be … he really was the Heavenly Venerable of the Nine Heavens?" one of the Sect Leaders asked in confusion.

No one said anything.

There was no answer.

On the plains. The wind slowly calmed down.

The sun absorbed the last of its afterglow and silently sank below the horizon.

The sky slowly became a dark grey color.

Night.

It's here.