I Ruined the Long Ao Tian Script-Chapter 150
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"How do the gods govern the three realms?" Xu Shulou asked curiously. "Do you interfere in mortal affairs?"
"We do not intervene in the natural course of human events, such as wars among mortals," the guard pointed toward the heavens. "Our primary duty is to defend against catastrophes that could lead to the destruction of the three realms. I can't reveal more—you'll understand once you ascend and see for yourself."
The guard returned to the divine realm to fetch materials to repair the cableway before escorting Xu Shulou back to the original paradise of the immortal world.
At a glance, she spotted a familiar figure among the crowd—a man in flowing, ethereal robes, exuding an immortal aura, holding a struggling… pheasant.
Such an unmistakable combination. Xu Shulou stared at the figure’s back. "Master?"
Elder Changyu turned in delight. "My dear disciple!"
Xu Shulou hurried forward but took half a step back as the flapping pheasant in his hand threatened her personal space. "Did you take that from the Beast Taming Bureau? That one… isn’t edible."
"I know," Elder Changyu sighed, stroking the bird’s crest regretfully. "I just wanted to bond with it."
"…" Xu Shulou glanced at the terrified pheasant and shrugged helplessly. "Master, when did you ascend?"
"Hmm… about a century after you."
"A century?" Xu Shulou was stunned. "How could it be a century?"
"Judging by your reaction, it’s not just my slow cultivation speed you’re questioning?"
"…"
Elder Changyu frowned, pausing his affectionate petting. "Could it be that the saying 'a day in heaven, a year on earth' holds true here?"
"Not here," a woman’s voice interjected. "It’s the light pillar. I’ve spoken to the three people rescued from it—they were trapped for about three or four months, yet a thousand years passed here. After you entered the light pillar, Xu Shulou, we waited for what felt like an eternity."
Xu Shulou froze, a flicker of frustration rising at the strange workings of the immortal world.
The speaker was, of course, Xi'e, her face alight with urgency. "Xu Shulou, what was the outcome?"
Xu Shulou gestured behind her. "Someone is already repairing it."
There was no reason to hide the truth, so she recounted everything in detail.
Xi'e stood motionless. Over the years, she had wondered if the immortal realm had been abandoned by the gods—but she never expected the truth to be so simple, so absurd, and so… infuriating.
The crowd reacted with shock, anger, and helpless fury. If not for the guard’s overwhelming power, they might have beaten him senseless.
Some laughed and cried, flying circles around the plaza, shouting, "We’re finally free! I’m finally free!"
Others stood dazed, as if abruptly roused from a carefree dream, unsure what to do next.
Amid the chaos, Elder Changyu looked at the pheasant in his hands and sighed in relief. "At least I didn’t ascend to the other side."
"…"
"Still, after ascending, I wandered here for ages and never saw our Dustless Island sect leader. He ascended before me," Elder Changyu mused. "Seems he ended up on the other side. Tsk, what a miserable fate."
"…" Given Dustless Island’s laid-back nature, its members were ill-suited for the rigid hierarchy of the other side. Xu Shulou could only offer silent condolences to the sect leader.
She turned to more pressing matters. "How are my junior brothers and sisters?"
"Doing well. Before ascending, I handed Bright Moon Peak to your second junior brother," Elder Changyu chuckled. "Don’t worry—you trained them well."
"…"
Sensing the crowd’s fury, the guard finished repairing the cableway and teleported behind Xu Shulou to whisk her away. "Did you explain everything?"
Xu Shulou nodded. "Yes."
"Good. I’m not skilled at handling emotions, so another deity will come to reassure them. I’ll leave now to dismantle the light pillar’s seal."
"Wait," Xu Shulou stopped him. "The time distortion in the light pillar—"
The guard listened carefully. "Likely an effect of the seal. Without sufficient power to pass through, it drew upon your lifespan as compensation."
Xu Shulou gazed into the distance, finding these celestial mechanisms far too convoluted. The mortal realm felt far more welcoming.
"Why did three months for them translate to a thousand years, while a mere moment for me became a century?"
"You truly breached the seal, so the temporal cost was greater. Don’t worry—we’ll fix this when repairing the light pillar. It won’t happen again."
"…"
Once the cableway was restored, immortals from both sides eagerly crossed to explore.
Elder Changyu, however, had no interest in the crowds. He remained peacefully seated in Hundred Flowers Garden, sipping wine and occasionally stroking his pheasant, perfectly content to embrace this leisurely existence.
The pheasant, soothed by his calm demeanor, eventually relaxed in his arms.
Xu Shulou wondered if her master was imagining the taste of roasted chicken while petting the bird.
Mingling with the crowd, she crossed the cableway and soon spotted the library—a towering structure at the heart of the other immortal realm, impossible to miss. Given that it was the only intact building left, its prominence was understandable.
Many rushed inside, eager to study divine cultivation techniques. But Xu Shulou wasn’t in a hurry. After a brief tour to satisfy her curiosity, she stepped into the light pillar.
She returned to the mortal world.
What she sought wasn’t the divine realm—though it intrigued her—but the world that had nurtured her.
Perhaps due to its recent restoration, the passage was unstable. Xu Shulou was violently ejected from the base of the light pillar, flung through the sky like a projectile.
An immortal descending to the mortal realm—yet her grand return was reduced to an undignified crash landing.
As someone who would flick open a fan for dramatic flair even after slaying foes, Xu Shulou never imagined her first descent as an immortal would be so humiliating.
Dizzy from the impact, she failed to stabilize herself and could only cushion her fall with spiritual energy before slamming into a structure.
Hearing no signs of life inside, she braced for impact.
Wood and stone shattered around her. She squeezed her eyes shut, murmuring an apology in her heart.
When footsteps approached, she opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by soldiers.
The two parties stood a zhang apart, locked in a tense standoff.
Wait… soldiers? Xu Shulou glanced at the collapsed ruins around her. The building had been grand—stately and magnificent, with ornate rooftops and stone guardian beasts at its entrance.
This had been a mausoleum.
Fortunately, she had only smashed through the outer structure, leaving the actual coffin beneath the ground unharmed.
Xu Shulou raised her gaze and spotted an inscription on the stone tablet—"Emperor Taizu of Xiao's Sacred Virtue Stele." Nearby stood a stone carving depicting the emperor's heroic figure astride a galloping horse, charging across the battlefield.
She immediately recognized whose tomb this was. With a soft sigh, she realized this was the resting place of Xiao Juncheng, the founding emperor of the Xiao Kingdom—the very man who had risen in rebellion to overthrow the Xu Imperial Dynasty.
Considering her complicated history with the Xiao family, Xu Shulou turned stiffly to face the tomb guards and asked, "If I said this was an accident… would you believe me?"
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