I Can Traverse Multiple Worlds-Chapter 67 - 66: I’ll Wait for You in the Future (End of This Volume)

Chapter 67: Chapter 66: I’ll Wait for You in the Future (End of This Volume)

When they came back to their senses, their jaws dropped in unison.

The blood mist before them had begun to swirl like a vortex.

Then, as if drawn into a single point, it was devoured completely, vanishing at an incredible speed!

In an instant, the area for several miles around became crystal clear.

The disciples couldn’t help but look forward.

In the next moment, their bodies jolted. They rubbed their eyes, their gazes filled with utter disbelief.

There, amidst the ruins ahead...

...a man in a gray cloth robe sat cross-legged. His long hair was spread out on the ground, and he was as still as a clay statue.

A tidal wave of spiritual fluctuations emanated from his body.

"Th-This appearance... why does he look a bit like the Martial Ancestor, Wu Chen?!"

A disciple swallowed hard.

For years, the tales of the Martial Ancestor, Wu Chen, had been widely spread throughout the Jianghu.

His portraits and statues could even be found everywhere.

Therefore, even though these disciples had never met the Martial Ancestor, Wu Chen, in person, they recognized him at a glance.

"It really does look like him! Report to the Sect immediately!"

"Right, hurry back! Have the Sect Leader and the Sect elders come and see!"

This was an earth-shattering event; they naturally didn’t dare to delay for a second!

However, a great doubt also arose in their hearts. ’Did the Martial Ancestor, Wu Chen, really sit in meditation in the Blood Pool’s forbidden grounds for thirty years?!’

’Why does his physical body show no signs of decay?’

Just as they were pondering this...

...the cross-legged figure suddenly opened his eyes.

From between his brows, a brilliant, sharp sword shot toward the sky, illuminating the surrounding miles with a piercing light!

The disciples felt a vast, heavenly might sweep over them.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

A tremor from the depths of their souls compelled them to kneel and prostrate themselves.

However, the oppressive feeling quickly vanished, replaced by a sensation like a gentle spring breeze.

Immediately after, they heard a calm voice say:

"What year is it now?"

One of the disciples timidly raised his head.

When he saw the man’s face clearly, he gulped again and stammered:

"M-Martial Ancestor, are you the Martial Ancestor?"

’Martial Ancestor...’ Wang Xiao raised a slight eyebrow and said calmly:

"I am Wu Chen. What Sect are you disciples from?"

Hearing Wang Xiao’s words, the disciples’ pupils dilated, and their faces flushed with excitement.

"It really is the Martial Ancestor! The Martial Ancestor has returned to life!"

"I can’t believe I’d get to see the Martial Ancestor with my own eyes in my lifetime!"

"Martial Ancestor, this disciple is from Celestial Sword Mountain! Greetings, Martial Ancestor!"

The disciples all kowtowed to Wang Xiao, paying their highest respects.

Listening to the disciples, Wang Xiao had a vague feeling that many years had passed since he began refining the Blood River Race life form. He couldn’t help but say:

"I have just awoken. Tell me everything that has happened over these years."

"Yes."

The disciples were extremely respectful and began chattering all at once, recounting the events of the past years.

Wang Xiao listened quietly, only asking a few questions occasionally.

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn...

Having heard the disciples’ accounts, a complex look appeared in Wang Xiao’s eyes, tinged with a bit of wistfulness.

"So, thirty years have passed?"

He truly hadn’t expected that refining the Blood River Race life form would take so long.

Fortunately, the surrounding blood mist had nourished his flesh and blood, preventing his physical body from decaying.

Otherwise, he would have died long ago!

’I wonder how Master and my other old friends are doing now?’

Wang Xiao knew that during the time he was gone...

...the war between the righteous and demonic factions, which had lasted for five hundred years, had been brought to a complete end under Xu Muying’s leadership!

That was only to be expected.

After all, he had killed every last one of the Demon Cultivators at the Refining Acupoints and Human Immortal realms, as well as the Demon Lord himself.

"Martial Ancestor, you..."

The disciples wanted to say more, but they discovered that Wang Xiao had already vanished.

...

「Five days later.」

Central State, Wuxiang Temple.

Wang Xiao strode inside.

After thirty years of development, Wuxiang Temple had become the second-strongest Sect in the world, surpassed only by Celestial Sword Mountain.

Its Incense burned brightly, and pilgrims from all over arrived in a constant, endless stream.

Without alerting anyone, Wang Xiao made his way to the back mountain, to the place where his master, Zhi Kong, lived.

Zhi Kong had long since stepped down from his position as Abbot and was living in seclusion on the back mountain, leading the carefree life of a hermit.

He spent his days leisurely, chanting scriptures and tending to his flowers.

In the small courtyard, Wang Xiao looked at Zhi Kong, who was hunched over and watering his flowers, and said with a complex tone:

"Master."

Zhi Kong’s body trembled, and he turned his head.

When he saw the face of the person before him, his cloudy old eyes gradually moistened.

"W-Wu Chen, is that you?"

Wang Xiao nodded.

"It is I, Master. I’ve come back."

Zhi Kong walked forward and tremblingly raised a hand. Just as he had done all those years ago, he stroked the top of Wang Xiao’s head and said:

"It’s good that you’re back. It’s good that you’re back. Wuxiang Temple will always be your home."

After spending a few days with Zhi Kong at Wuxiang Temple, Wang Xiao left behind a Cultivation Technique and departed without a sound.

He knew the time for his return was drawing near.

There was one more person he had to see.

...

The Wilderness.

Wan’an City.

Once again, the Mid-Autumn moon shone brightly.

Ever since the war between the righteous and demonic factions ended, this place had grown more and more prosperous.

It had long since become the most iconic city in the Wilderness.

Night fell, and the sky was dotted with stars.

Upon a long river, countless flower lanterns drifted.

These lanterns carried people’s most beautiful wishes, floating downstream and into the distance.

Xu Muying leaned against the railing, crestfallen, watching the flower lanterns drift by.

Scenes from the past seemed to float before her eyes once more.

She took a bite of a mooncake with a grilled fish filling and muttered:

"Broken Monk, where are you? I can’t find you."

After learning of Wang Xiao’s reappearance, she had immediately gone to Wuxiang Temple to find him.

Unfortunately, she was one step too late.

Wang Xiao had already left without a word.

She didn’t know if she would ever have the chance to see him again in this life.

Just as she was lost in her melancholy...

...a figure silently walked up beside her and leaned against the railing with her.

"It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival, a time of reunion under the full moon. Why the long face?"

Xu Muying whipped her head around and saw the face she had been searching for desperately for thirty years.

She stood frozen in place, as if petrified.

She didn’t dare to move, feeling that the slightest motion would cause her to break down.

She was also afraid that everything before her would disappear like a phantom bubble.

Wang Xiao smiled and said, "What’s the matter, Grilled Fish? It’s only been thirty years. Don’t you recognize me? I don’t think my appearance has changed that much. You don’t seem to have either..."

Before he could finish his sentence...

THUMP—

...a figure threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, her body trembling slightly.

Wang Xiao froze, stunned.

After a moment, he gently patted Xu Muying’s back. He said nothing, simply letting her hold him.

After a long while, Xu Muying finally pulled away from Wang Xiao, wiped her eyes, and said:

"I’ve been looking for you for these thirty years. I thought I’d never see you again."

Wang Xiao spread his hands. "Back then, after I gave you the *Celestial Human Temple* technique, I came to the Wilderness..."

He gave her a rough account of what had happened, holding nothing back.

He finished with a sigh. "I never expected that thirty years would pass in a flash."

Xu Muying listened to Wang Xiao’s story, dazed. "Extraterrestrial life... So there’s other life outside of this Heaven and Earth?"

Wang Xiao said, "Grilled Fish, the world beyond this Heaven and Earth is much larger than you can imagine. When you break free from the shackles of this world, you will see a completely different landscape."

"What kind of Realm would that require?" Xu Muying murmured.

Wang Xiao said, "You’d at least need to reach the level of Crossing the Void. I’m still exploring it myself."

"You mean, you’re not from this Heaven and Earth either?" Xu Muying looked at Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao said, "You could say that. I came to see you this time to say goodbye. I have to go."

"Are you going back to the world you belong to?" Xu Muying felt a heavy blow to her heart.

Wang Xiao nodded. "Yes."

Xu Muying fell silent for a moment and didn’t ask any more questions.

"Walk with me for a while. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The last time we celebrated it, that detestable Linghu Yu interrupted us. No one will disturb us this time."

Wang Xiao smiled. "I’ve prepared the seasonings. Let’s go grill some fish!"

Xu Muying smiled back. "I want chili powder!"

「Several days later.」

Wang Xiao gave the subsequent Cultivation Technique for the *Celestial Human Temple* to Xu Muying and said:

"Grilled Fish, I’m leaving. Take care of yourself, and cultivate the Magic Technique in this book well."

"I will wait for you in the future!"

"When we meet again, we’ll eat grilled fish together!"

Xu Muying clutched the book, bit her lip, and said with a smile, though tears welled in her eyes:

"Broken Monk, take care. See you in the future!"

Wang Xiao said no more and turned to leave.

The lingering rays of the setting sun cast two long, slender shadows on the ground.