Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao-Chapter 411 - 188: The Wind Rises
Carrots, which were extremely rare for Chang’e, were abundantly grown here, stretching as far as the eye could see. The Jade Rabbit couldn’t help but have her eyes redden as she shouted, "Chang’e, you actually deceived me."
The angry rabbit threw all the carrots from her back, knowing she had always been careful with the amount, not daring to eat more than necessary, to avoid putting Chang’e in a difficult position. To think that they were fake all along.
"This time I won’t forgive you, no matter what. Don’t even think about bringing me back, Chang’e!" The rabbit crossed her little paws and muttered angrily to herself.
In Guanghan Palace, Chang’e was presenting her homemade delicacies to Hou Yi like precious treasures, seemingly oblivious to his almost crumpling face.
"Husband, please eat. This is a recipe I learned from the God of Cooking and it’s very effective for your recovery," Chang’e said, her face beaming with happiness.
Hou Yi said with a pained expression, "My injury needs time to slowly heal. Eating these dishes is too wasteful."
"No, I went through a lot of trouble to make this. I’ve seen wives in the mortal world always prepare food for their husbands," Chang’e insisted, pushing the food closer to Hou Yi with a smile.
Hou Yi looked at the somewhat terrifying dishes before him and screamed internally, deeming them almost equivalent to poison. But, catching sight of Chang’e’s smiling face, he braced himself and pretended to be very happy, swallowing the dishes one by one with difficulty, feeling as though he was swallowing knives.
Chang’e tenderly watched Hou Yi wolfing down the food and recalled a profound truism her disciple taught her: "To capture a man’s heart, one must first capture his stomach."
"But I always feel like I’ve forgotten something important, nevermind, I won’t think about it anymore," Chang’e thought to herself, unaware that a little rabbit had quietly run away from home because of her negligence.
All Saints took action, Hou Yi was revived, like a boulder thrown into a tranquil lake, creating ripples that with the passage of time would turn into staggering waves sweeping across all three realms. Yet, the majority in the three realms were oblivious to the changes in the world and continued their repetitive daily lives year after year.
To ordinary people, life is short and fleeting, and the brevity of life dictates that they should not unnecessarily worry. However, for the powerful Cultivators,
every tempest stirred by the era invariably weeds out a portion of individuals. The Heavenly Dao’s natural selection is an inevitable truth, as well as the great calamity spoken of by many Cultivators.
Lu Yu opened his eyes, gazing into the sky, lost in a trance. Liu Qingyun approached and asked with concern, "Master, have you discovered something?"
Not long ago, a terrifying tremor had occurred between heaven and earth, unlike any ordinary earthquake. This tremor made Cultivators like Liu Qingyun feel an imminent catastrophe, an intuition deep from within their souls. But soon, this feeling disappeared as if it had never existed.
From that moment on, Lu Yu simply stared at the sky, seemingly looking at something, for several days in the same posture, which deeply worried his disciples.
"The winds of the era have begun to grow noisy," Lu Yu said softly.
Liu Qingyun was somewhat baffled, unable to grasp the meaning of his master’s words, and he looked at his disciple with confusion.
Lu Yu couldn’t help but shake his head and say, "It’s nothing, you really shouldn’t worry about it." After all, to people of Liu Qingyun’s generation, these matters are still too distant. Even knowing about them would not help, only adding unnecessary anxiety, which is counterproductive to cultivation.
As for Lu Yu himself, he would normally belong to this group, not supposed to concern himself with these matters, for when the sky falls, the tall will stand up to it. However, his origins were extraordinary, and a series of events were telling him that his arrival here was no coincidence. Hence, when All Saints made their move against the past, when he looked up, his eyes pierced through the vast expanse of space, witnessing All Saints confronting the ancient forces.
Knowing the cause of this upheaval, the meeting between All Saints and the ancient forces marked the beginning of the march towards Transcendence. Although it would be many years before the results would be seen, the storms of the new era began howling their arrival, with every cultivator in the Three Realms to be swept up in it.
Of course, within great crisis lay great opportunities. Those who could seize this once-in-a-millennium chance would most likely rise to prominence in the upcoming epoch, becoming figures making their mark at the vanguard of the era.
What role he would play in this upheaval was unclear to Lu Yu, nor could he choose it, for it was beyond his capacity. He could only passively accept his fate, doing his utmost to move in a direction favorable to himself.
For now, the only plan was to seize every opportunity to enhance his own strength, so that in the midst of the future upheaval, he could better protect himself and those he cherished.
Lu Yu looked around. Liu Qingyun still stood by his side with a worried face, while the other disciples frolicked and playfully fought beside the lake. The passing time was tranquil—an image that brought joy to him. Watching this harmonious scene filled Lu Yu with the determination to grow stronger.
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"Qingyun, we must diligently cultivate for all that we hold dear," he said softly.
His words were like a gentle breeze passing through Liu Qingyun’s heart, yet they weighed heavy with pressure. Liu Qingyun also looked towards the distant scene, a warm smile playing on his lips, and nodded, saying, "Master, I will."
Lu Yu smiled, his eldest disciple had never disappointed him, not in the past and certainly not now.
As Lu Yu began to strive with determination, the Demon Lord, too, returned to his Demon Realm with a heavy heart.
The Demon Realm had undergone a massive transformation. The once dark world now had light, and a winding River of Blood cut across the entire realm, eventually merging into the Sea of Blood above. The world, once desolate, now seemed to pulse with life, becoming more like a real world than ever before.
The Demon Lords who once dwelled outside the heavens had long been moved here by the Demon Lord, and it appeared that due to the River of Blood, they had all undergone mutations. Once without physical forms, they seemed to now have bodies of flesh and blood, and their appearances had changed drastically, to the point of no longer resembling a single race.
"How is it? My masterpiece isn’t bad, right?" The Patriarch of the Nether River seemed very pleased with the Demon Lord’s reaction. From the moment he got control of this world, he began his sweeping reforms, turning the originally empty Demon Realm into a place of significant scale. The Demon Lord could foresee that, in many years, this would become a true Demon Realm.
"It seems I have underestimated your talent!" the Demon Lord praised sincerely.
