Chapter 674: What Are So Many of You Doing?

The Qionghua Sect had already risen to the absolute highest point of the sky. As it fell at this moment, it still burned with raging heavenly fire, resembling an asteroid plunging from the heavens... or rather, a falling sun.

This was an absolute catastrophe of utter destruction. If it truly were to strike the earth, perhaps the entire area for several hundred miles, or even thousands, would be leveled to the ground!

The sky was dyed a brilliant, fiery red by this overwhelming expanse of intense light.

Doing what one knows is impossible, using mortal strength to fiercely strike back against the mighty power of heaven and earth—perhaps countless years ago, a divine archer had held this exact same sentiment.

They held the selfsame bow, drawing the string and nocking an arrow. Everyone witnessed a rainbow-like streak, resembling a comet, pierce straight through the sky toward that sun-like Qionghua Sect.

That field of flame seemed to collapse along with a terrifying force, and then it exploded with a violent roar!

Above the vast sky, only a world-shaking crash resounded.

The entire Qionghua Sect, along with its mountain peaks, exploded under the power of the Houyi Sun-Shooting Bow, blasting into powder. Countless fragments flew and shot in all directions, as if a rain of meteor fire was falling from the sky.

And at this moment, his strength completely exhausted, Yun Tianhe finally collapsed.

Watching this scene, the players of both the new and old shops felt a surge of warmth swelling in their eyes.

Perhaps it was not sorrow; it was an indescribable, profound emotion.

Because at the very least, he had succeeded, no matter how insignificant it might seem.

At the very least, he had saved these mortals, who were about to be crushed, from the iron hooves of fate.

In this land where gods existed, they had perhaps always believed that humans were minuscule. No matter how powerful a human became, it was impossible to match the gods who stood high above.

Yet they had witnessed it—someone had accomplished something that even the gods could hardly match.

As heaven maintains its vigor, a gentleman untiringly strengthens himself.

Could tiny humans truly never become real immortals and gods? Were they truly meant to eternally exist as mere dust and ants in the eyes of the divine?

No, perhaps with this kind of spirit and courage, nothing under the heavens was impossible!

Quite a few people seemed to feel as though a shackle had unlocked within their hearts, and something inside their bodies had begun to loosen.

...

At this time, at the Yuanyang City Shop.

A light drizzle was pattering down from the sky, and the puddles on the ground suddenly reflected the figures of two individuals clad in black clothes and black cloaks.

The two figures walked calmly through the rain. To say they were walking was a misnomer, for upon closer inspection, the puddles they had just stepped over did not show a single ripple from their footsteps.

Since ancient times, there was the feat of treading on snow without leaving a trace, but treading on water without leaving a ripple was truly rare to see in one's lifetime. It manifested an extremely formidable sense of control and movement technique.

"To think that this forgotten land would actually possess such prosperity?"

"However, the formations in this city... hmph, they are a bit backward." The two strolled along, murmuring softly to themselves.

"The layout of this city... tsk tsk... although it bears a slight resemblance to our sect, it has completely lost its original form!"

"It seems each generation is truly worse than the last!" The tall, thin man shook his head and smiled.

"It seems the people here should all revere us as emissaries from above, correct?"

"This place is pretty much the same as the lower realm, so it is only natural to be addressed as such, ha ha ha!" The other man laughed. "Haotian Academy... not bad, not bad. It should be somewhere nearby. Although it has been lost for a long time, since we have been granted this stroke of fortune, our sect's inheritance ought to be guided back."

Just then, the two saw Xiya passing by, carrying a bag of spiritual melons. "Jessica is really something... why does she always make me bring her melons!"

"Little girl, do you know how to get to Haotian Academy?" Just at this moment, Xiya saw two people who looked like they were asking for directions walking up to her.

"Why are you asking about that?" Xiya still spoke in her broken Lingzhou dialect. "It doesn't seem to be the time for the academy examinations right now, does it?"

"We are old friends of the Head of Haotian Academy," one of them explained.

"Oh—!" Xiya came to a sudden realization, warmly pointing toward the location of the Origin Internet Club as she said, "Principal Gu is at the internet cafe right now, you can go find him there."

Outside the door of the new shop in Canglan City.

"That whatever-his-name-is, Murong Ziying...? Is he in here?" Adolf, with his white hair and white robes, leaned on his long staff and poked his head in to peer into the shop.

"How could it be such a small shop?!" The dwarf Sork Stonehammer looked into the shop with a face full of suspicion.

"This is way too shabby, isn't it?" Although Boss Fang's shop was already considered quite excellent in Canglan City, to the nobly born Dix, it still seemed a bit shabby.

Behind them stood a large crowd of people. "What?! He lives in this kind of place?!"

"We came here drawn by his reputation, why does it feel like we're going to return home in disappointment..."

At this moment, the group of people pushed open the door and entered.

Adolf, leaning on his staff, was the first to push the door open and walk in.

The others followed closely behind.

Upon entering, they saw a massive crowd of people. They were either gathered in a huge circle, watching something intently, or sitting on the sofas, staring fixedly at the large screen in the shop.

Some had even pulled out handkerchiefs—like Sera and a few other elves, who were rubbing their eyes furiously, though it was unclear if they simply had sand in them.

Absolutely no one noticed that someone else had entered.

"Why are these people all acting like this...?"

"What is going on with this...?"

The people who had just entered the door clearly had not figured out the situation yet.

"Hmm?" Elder Sork of the dwarf clan suddenly widened his small eyes, as if he had spotted an acquaintance, and walked over. "Isn't that Elder Xiwei of the elf clan?"

...

At the same time, the two black-cloaked emissaries from the other continent also pushed open the door of the Yuanyang City Shop at this very moment.

Similarly, they saw a crowd of people gathered in front of the big screen, their eyes filled with hot tears.

"What are these people doing?" The tall, thin emissary cleared his throat and asked in a reasonably friendly manner, "May I ask if Principal Gu is present?"

They saw a white-haired old man abruptly stand up from his seat, his face carrying a complex mix of varied emotions.

Quite a few people turned their heads. They saw one man with long black hair draping over his shoulders, and another who was short and stout, yet possessed a smooth, balanced sense of peace and harmony. The breath of these two was long and deep. Standing there, they resembled two Great Mountains, an aura of profound stability and mountain-like weight washing over everyone. These were absolutely two individuals of extremely high cultivation, to the point that perhaps the entire Lingzhou did not possess such figures.

Gu Tingyun hurriedly walked over, extending his hand as he asked curiously, "May I know which two friends you are?"

"Friends?" Looking at this strange handshaking gesture of his, the two looked at each other and then burst into laughter, just about to speak.

Suddenly, Gu Tingyun let out a long whistle, the sound high and resounding, like the deep cry of an ancient dragon.

Immediately following that, the two only felt the aura on Gu Tingyun's body rising rapidly step by step. After soaring to a critical point, it seemed to burst through some kind of shackle. His cultivation, which had been at the Eighth Tier of the Divine Ocean Realm, Third Heaven, Thirtieth Minor Realm, and had not advanced for countless years, suddenly...

The Thirty-First...

The Thirty-Second...

The Thirty-Third...

...

The Thirty-Sixth Minor Realm!

The Fourth Heaven of the Divine Ocean Realm!

The First Level of the Fourth Heaven of the Divine Ocean Realm...

The Second Level...

The Third Level...

"!!??" The outstretched hands of the two men suddenly froze mid-air.

Immediately after, long, piercing cries echoed one after another within the shop, accompanied by surge upon surge of rapidly elevating aura!

...

In the new shop of Canglan City, the Elven Elder, Xiwei, turned her head.

The mage, Adolf, and the Dwarf Elder, Suoke, were just about to step forward to greet her.

Suddenly, Elder Xiwei’s mouth fell wide open: "Ah—!"

A long, resounding cry.

Her entire cultivation base, originally at the second celestial layer of the eighth realm, violently surged upward!

Right on the heels of that... within the shop, only cries could be heard...

"Ah—!"

"Oh—!"

"Ya—!"

Burst after burst of long cries rang out, sounding just like firecrackers setting off, as streams of powerful aura erupted and shattered through bottlenecks in a spectacular breakthrough!

"!!??" The two black-cloaked emissaries in the Yuanyang City shop exchanged a bewildered look, while Adolf, Suoke, and the vast crowd in the Canglan City shop stared at one another, nearly cursing out loud in sheer disbelief!

What on earth are so many of you doing!!??

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