C652 The Return of the King

Ancestral Land of Humanity!

A solitary peak, towering tens of thousands of feet high, stands uniquely in this desolate wasteland. This peak lacks majestic grandeur or imposing authority; instead, it embodies endless, poignant solemnity.

Countless human remains cling to the mountain's sheer walls, and occasionally, crystalline bones ignite with a soul's fire, merging into the peak itself.

Beneath the peak lies an altar. Woo Zhengyang, Lee Yuanye, Bing'er, Yun'er, and Rice, along with four others, sit cross-legged on the altar, their expressions tense and focused.

A white barrier has formed around the altar, flickering in sync with the patterns etched into its surface. When the light dims, they see the familiar world. But when the altar glows, it's as if they're transported through time and space, and everything around them changes.

They witness a colossal beast soaring across the sky, blocking out the sun. They see humanoid beings as large as mountains, with wings and three eyes, surveying the land with disdain. They also see countless ancestors, devoured by the beast and crushed by the humanoid giants, yet still, some charge forward without hesitation.

Corpses lay scattered for miles, and rivers of blood flowed!

It was a battle of overwhelming odds, brutal beyond belief. Countless warriors fought to the death, managing only to momentarily halt the advance of the monstrous creatures and humanoid beings. Yet, the ancient warriors showed no fear, employing every tactic they knew to slow the enemy's progress.

The creatures and humanoids aimed for a mountain.

Atop the peak, a majestic five-clawed golden dragon lay coiled, tears glistening in its eyes. A fiery phoenix stood with wings folded, its head bowed. A man with sharp features and a determined gaze looked on, his face twisted with grief.

Below the mountain, one by one, the ancient warriors sacrificed themselves, burning their life force and soul fire, merging their beings with the mountain itself. As their blood and souls nourished the mountain, it erupted in a brilliant rainbow of light. The man at the summit raised his hand...

The scene abruptly cut off, and the altar's white light became blindingly bright, illuminating the entire world. When the light faded, nine figures had vanished without a trace...

A sudden realization washed over Woo Zhengyang as he felt his body being pulled into a strange space. "Is it time to go back?" he wondered, feeling a mix of excitement and regret.

He knew that what they had just witnessed wasn't an illusion but a glimpse into events from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

The enormous creature that blocked out the sky must have been from the demon clan. The winged, three-eyed, mountain-sized humanoid beings were undoubtedly from the divine clan.

The mountain is what we now call Profound Mountain, and the people on it are the ones from Profound Mountain. Those below the mountain were the ancestors who resisted back then. Some of them still coexist with Profound Mountain today, while others were devoured by the demons or erased by the divine clan, leaving no trace in the annals of history.

No, their indomitable spirit endured, transforming into a battle song that has echoed here for hundreds of thousands of years, never fading...

"With enemies all around, what can we do? Draw your swords and sing the battle song; The fighting spirit stirs the winds and clouds, Blood dyes the sky, making it even bluer!"

As this battle song reverberated in his mind, Woo Zhengyang's eyes turned crimson. During the crisis of the Profound Heaven Sect, he and the others drank the parting wine and shouted this very battle song. At the time, Woo Zhengyang felt confident, finding the song bold and stirring. But now, having witnessed those scenes, he truly understood the tragic heroism of knowing certain death yet pressing forward without hesitation.

"Why couldn't I see the final scene..." Woo Zhengyang thought with deep regret, sensing a change in his body.

In that peculiar space, Woo Zhengyang couldn't see or hear anything. He was aware of his existence, yet he couldn't feel his body. Everything felt weightless.

At this moment, he began to sense his body again. A wave of dizziness hit him, and he felt like he was lying among flowers and grass, the faint fragrance soothing his mind.

Once his eyes adjusted, the first thing Woo Zhengyang saw was a bright full moon hanging in the sky.

"Finally back!" he sighed in relief at the sight of the moon overhead. Although the sacred artifact with the black robe also appeared as a full moon when suspended, a magical artifact is still just that and differs from the real moon.

And here... there was clearly no cleansing rain...

"We really made it out!" Woo Zhengyang exclaimed, looking around. But aside from the flowers and grass, there was no sign of anyone else.

He jumped up, frustration evident on his face as he scanned the area. After Rice activated the altar, everyone was captivated by the scenes before them, and Woo Zhengyang had forgotten to bring the others into the Star World.

But even if that hadn't happened, Woo Zhengyang wasn't sure he would have done it. How could he have known this would occur?

In most cases, many trial grounds have teleportation arrays set to appear randomly to prevent participants from gathering in one spot and clashing with each other. However, a simple teleportation array shouldn't work like that; those who enter should end up in the same place.

"Oh man, I'm such an idiot! That was a sacrificial altar, not a teleportation array!" Woo Zhengyang slapped his forehead, feeling incredibly frustrated. But even if it was a sacrificial altar, it shouldn't work like this! Isn't this just torture?

Woo Zhengyang found himself in a garden of an estate. He leaped onto the tallest building, stubbornly searching, hoping his companions were nearby.

"Bing'er!"

"Yun'er!"

"Black Robe!"

"Lee Yuanye!"

"Rice..."

He called out each of their names, lighting up the nearby houses and startling the dogs, but got no response. This time, Woo Zhengyang had to give up hope. He realized he was at the Lau mansion. The garden he first appeared in was right in front of the room he and Uncle Fu used to stay in, where he often played as a child.

"I can't believe I ended up here!" Woo Zhengyang chuckled bitterly, still unable to figure out what was going on with that sacrificial altar. None of them had said what they intended to do or where they wanted to go, so how did it activate?

Although it was reliable enough to bring us to the outside world, how could it be so unreliable as to separate everyone?

Did they make it out?

Where are they now, and what kind of experiences are they going through?

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