A sense of movement arose. In front of many people, hands worked tirelessly, hands wielding hands. While cutting with a knife, the knife was folded into rays of light on the arms of a man over two days. That Immortal Sword was undoubtedly something no mundane source could produce.
The gaze of these two days, as if scanning all, swept over each scattered thread of the crowd. Finally, an infinite mouth whispered, "Fall or perish!"
Everything happened quickly, and ended swiftly!
In this battle, Yang Chuan stole the Immortal’s essence, severed Ming Jun, and utterly crushed his Water Horse alongside his proclaimed strongest standing.
If even a single word was not uttered, death was inevitable. The once arrogant mountain spirits finally knelt one by one on the ground, submitting to a single person beneath their feet.
Afterward, things naturally became much simpler.
Under the tutelage of Lord Ming, Shanshan brought Yang Chuan under its teachings in Soul Photography, then returned to the Crystal Realm.
Robert Cube resumed managing the likes of Di Hai and others who belonged to the horseman lineage.
Although the cultivation industry hadn’t declined now, given the limited reach of the Water Horsemen’s hands, revival seemed imminent.
During this time, many Water Horsemen, led by Yang Chuan, ventured from the Immortal Horse Battlefield into the Cultivation World, tackling many accomplished actions and proposing a full-scale conquest of the Cultivation World.
Such propositions were taken lightly, seemingly without care. Instead, directly on the Immortal Horse Battlefield, ideas were cut off decisively with quantifiable magnitude.
The union of Yin Yang Wuji occurred in Ma Shanwei.
After the reconstruction of Yin Yang Wuji, Zhongzhou Renhai brought his disciples here at dawn.
Seeing Liang Chuan standing ahead, Dino immediately knelt, "Heavenly Venerate!" he proclaimed.
"You are now a monarch yourself, there is no need for such gestures!"
Yang Chuan slowly turned around, gently patting him.
A flow of energy from the Earth emerged from beneath Di Hai, enveloping his form.
After glancing at this preview, he quickly rose without stubbornness.
His eyes, however, were filled with gratitude. Restoring the Magic World today wouldn’t have been possible, whether I be master or merely a protector of the Heavenly Realm.
"We are merely of the Water Horse lineage, no more than seeking guidance," Yang Chuan remarked with a faint smile. He returned to the view ahead. Only after a thousand years could it be reopened.
Just as Di Hai was about to leave, Xiao Niu hesitated, asking.
At these words, Yang Chuan merely smiled, giving no answer.
Di Hai remarked, "Others cannot fathom the true meaning behind Yin Yang or the Heavenly Will."
Xiao Niu shook his head lightly.
Without basis, he described the cycles of the Heavenly Dao, claiming that the Cultivation System either aligned with or opposed heaven. Though they were eternal rivals, no one was definitively right or wrong.
"This... this I understand! But... but our SUMER rank passing down to the 110th leaves only 110 surviving members!" His tone bore desperation.
Listening attentively, seeing the crowd, even within a mere glance, an individual’s yearning intensified; as if under divine influence, it appeared possible but revealed the common fragility in ultimate destruction!
I understand cultivation. This is a blade wielded by magicians; conversely, it poses danger when embraced in reverse!
Yang Chuan nodded solemnly, calmly expressing, "Let us return now."
Without further elaboration, whether to face attack or to deliver it, all expressions bore unwavering resolve.
From the beginning, Yang Chuan longed to return to Earth, but was delayed by many pressing matters. If not so, he would’ve long accessed the Magic World’s repair phase, utilizing Yang Tian’s Great Victory Period to open a space portal and return.
Now that the Magic World was restored, united with Yang Tian Island’s Crystal Horse, it was undoubtedly time for Yang Chuan to journey home to Earth.
Yang Chuan had entered the Great Victory Period now, his power growing steadily.
Soon, Yang Quan’s strength would reach the Forest System realm. This timing marked Yang Chuan’s tranquil ascension.
Thinking thus, Di Hai once again kowtowed deeply, bowing to the ground, proclaiming loudly, "Unclouded prosperity, everlasting divinity, awe-inspiring might!"
"Unclouded prosperity, everlasting divinity, eternal grandeur!"
The reverberation of Xiao Niu’s voice complemented his fervor.
From then onward, shouts echoed among Di Hai and Qiao Yu.
Within the hour, myriad magicians in the Magic World, whether engaged or preoccupied, halted their actions regardless of significance.
At this precise moment, all knelt devoutly on the ground, facing the boundless Yang Mountain and chanting toward Yang Chuan’s direction.
Simultaneously, snow fell across the Cultivation World, where Ming Yuehan returned alongside a convoy of mountain ships and three kinds of Shouyang people, emanating mysterious, intricate light.
Ultimately, they all knelt, heads directed toward the Immortal Horse Battlefield, bowing in unison toward Yang Chuan’s path.
"I revere the heavens above!"
Hearing this, Yang Chuan merely nodded, slowly ascending into the sky. Like an emperor gazing upon his domain, every detail under his gaze.
"Await the grand display, rebuild the Demon King’s legacy, but don’t abandon the inheritors of the Demon Vein, the ones who abstained from this contest. I am Li Xiu’s chosen, Li Zuoxiu!"
If considering the restoration of cultivation veins, within a millennium, dimensional paths would fracture, meridians restored, energies replenished, allowing warfare to commence.
"But the journey downward, your homeland, must remain untouched. Otherwise, ruin is inevitable."
As seasons turned, Yang Qiandan’s aura surged suddenly, blanketing Sunx Yihui, transcending realms. Suppression followed, adamant and undeniable.
Facing the open portal ahead, Yang Chuan swayed his sleeve smoothly, stepping forward.
All entrances sealed instantly as if nothing had occurred.
Yet below, within the turbulent pitch-black sea, Sudan and others alongside Li Xiuzi hesitated before kneeling alongside demons, invoking sacred oaths amid restoration amidst celestial regularity, emphasizing allegiance to rebuilt Demon Kings and the Heavenly Venerate’s sovereignty!
In the Cultivation System, cultivation practitioners uttered slogans, some embracing law, while others pursued mystic texts, proclaiming in unity under the Heavenly Venerate’s overarching authority!
Thus marked the second cosmic era—a boundless welfare, unmatched today, celebrating a joyful return through dominion’s pathways, a cherished homeland—this truly represented the shoes of cultivation!
Yang Chuan treaded solemnly upon spatial pathways. Snow blanketed forlorn, unsettled territories. Through this passage lay Earth, and beyond, his homeland, where family, friends, and partners awaited discovery.
However, clear was that this path hadn’t existed before entering the Cultivation World’s spatial passage.
This newly revealed route stemmed from the Ancient Era, remnants from forging numerical boundaries. The portal now serving Yang Chuan was crafted from Yangchuan Forest, showcasing unparalleled stability and comparative strength.
Gusts of unnatural winds howled violently—not ordinary winds. Mortals standing here would tear apart instantly. With his Heavenly Horse Golden Body, Yang Qianman could easily ignore such forces.
Yang Chuan advanced slowly, refining most of the horse essence into an impeccable protection veil, safeguarding companions from harm.
For within the protective shield was someone long estranged from their homeland.
"Yang Heng, have you fared well?"
Encountering yet another wave amidst tempestuous forces, the echo of his step faltered. Chen Xue couldn’t help but express concern, speaking words etched with unrest.
Soon, upon breaking the fragmentation of Yang Qiandan in mid-air, named "Cultivation System," this spatial passage led to Earth’s return route.
Chen She remained overtaken with exhilaration.