He flew all the way, discovering that many cultivators had come here to explore and excavate treasures. Firstly, there were various herbs and precious materials that naturally grew in the Meteor Immortal Cliff, as well as the possessions left behind by cultivators who had died over the long years.
This was a place of treasures, but also a forbidden zone where life was most easily lost.
If one could not withstand the strange laws of Meteor Immortal Cliff, they would be corrupted and become subservient to the strange laws of Princess Shile.
Chen Jiuyang once again clearly recognized the terrifying nature of these Great Immortals of the Upper Realm. Such methods were almost comparable to the laws of the Human King's Path.
He passed through the endless rain curtain, entered the lightning zone, and arrived at a place filled with corpses, littered with various weapons, storage bags, and spatial rings.
A thought crossed his mind: if he were to collect all these items, this wealth would not be something anyone could afford to underestimate.
"Hmm?"
At this moment.
He saw the corpses of the former sect masters of the Origin and Truth Sects, namely the corpses of Demon Lord Bing Huang and Demon Lord Yuan Wu.
He hadn't expected that they would also be corrupted and perish here.
But he paid them no mind.
Arriving at the safe spot he had entered in his dream world last time, he began to close his eyes.
Then, wisps of red mist floated out from him, plunging him into slumber, allowing him to enter the dream world and reincarnate.
...
Chen Jiuyang sang his way forward, relying on the inheritance of the Pure Yang Medical Immortal in many places. However, now, this inheritance had become a burden to him. Even after completing his understanding on the Dao Rhyme Enlightenment Platform in the second city of the Human King's Path, it still affected him to some extent.
The state of mind and thoughts of an immortal who had lived for a very long time.
Now, he had to strip all of this away from himself…
...
Dream World.
...
A white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank, accustomed to the autumn moon and spring breeze.
A pot of rough wine, a joyous reunion.
With whom could he reunite?
Transmigrating into a strange world, all familiar things vanished like smoke.
Chen Jiuyang still felt as if he were frozen in his previous life.
His body moved, but his soul did not.
He was unfamiliar, he did not understand.
His eyes were filled with darkness.
Was there any light?
The starlight of the Milky Way, pouring down from the sky for millions of miles, was not his light.
In his ears were the sounds of hurried escape, of shouts.
At this moment, his body was too small, swaddled in a baby's blanket, and he could not see clearly.
A colossal monster descended from the sky, and the entire city was immediately struck by a terrifying earthquake.
Then came the desperate cries, sobs, and screams of countless people.
He did not know what had happened.
But gradually, he smelled the scent of blood in the air.
After an unknown amount of time, the colossal monster, its mouth stained with blood and its body pierced by dozens of arrows, flapped its wings and flew away.
"A demon disaster!"
He heard the heart-wrenching cries of an old man.
In the middle of the night, the entire city was set ablaze.
He could feel the scorching heat spreading through the air, the flames gradually creeping towards him.
Apart from crying out, he could do nothing.
...
A couple in their early thirties navigated through the burning county town, fleeing for their lives.
Though their bodies were covered in dirt, their features were clearly defined and handsome.
Tears streaked the woman's face, her expression numb, as her husband pulled her hand, running.
The husband's face was filled with anxiety. Burning waves of fire were everywhere. He could only keep running with his wife, searching for an exit to survive.
On the eaves, in the streets, on the blades of grass and branches, lay the dismembered limbs, internal organs, and blood of the dead everywhere.
This place was like hell.
The husband's face was pale, and his body trembled. The horror of the demon disaster shattered everyone's emotions.
With just a wide opening of its maw, it could sweep countless people into the air to become its blood food, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
He hid with his wife in a cellar to escape the disaster. When they emerged from the cellar, ninety percent of the city's buildings had been destroyed, leaving countless fragments on the ground, whether human, object, or building.
That monster was not satisfied with eating people; before leaving, it had spewed demonic fire to burn the city.
Apart from him and his wife, all their relatives had perished. Only the two of them survived.
He ran through the county town for half an hour, encountering not a single living person.
The fire grew larger and larger. Perhaps they too would die in the inferno.
The couple had already lost their child. Their return to the city to visit relatives was meant to escape their home and heal the wound of losing their son, but the demon disaster had caused his wife to lose all her relatives.
She was close to having no reason to live.
"Wah! Wah! Wah!"
While running, he suddenly stopped.
"A child's... cry?"
"There are still survivors?"
In this desperate environment, he could still hear a child crying. The husband felt a pang of sympathy.
But he was ultimately rational. In the current situation, with the slightest carelessness, they might not even be able to save their own lives, let alone worry about a child's fate.
In the brief moment he hesitated, his wife also heard the child's cry and, shaking off his hand, ran towards the direction of the sound.
The husband quickly grabbed his wife's hand: "Qi Niang, I know what you're thinking, but we might not even be able to save ourselves right now. We can't manage that child!"
His wife threw off her husband's hand, pointed excitedly at the slanted three-story wooden building, tears streaming down her face, her expression anxious: "Fourth Brother, everyone in this city is dead. We have nothing left. I can no longer have children for you, Fourth Brother. I must raise that child to adulthood, even if he's adopted!"
The husband calmed his agitated wife: "Qi Niang, even without children, we can still live our lives. If heaven wants to cut off our lineage, it is destined. We can only accept it."
"But look, with such a huge fire, if we rush in, we will die! We cannot save that child!"
"No!" the wife cried hoarsely, "I cannot accept it, Fourth Brother. Although heaven took our child, it has given us another chance!"
"That child is right in front of us."
"I cannot watch a child die before our eyes."
"He might be the last survivor in this city. Fourth Brother, I beg you..."
The husband looked at the surrounding fires, the countless corpses, his own relatives, and couldn't help but look up and weep: "Alright, alright, alright, we'll go save that child..."
"If we can save him, I will adopt him as my son, and we will raise him to adulthood together."
...
The wooden building had been shaken askew. The infant in the swaddling clothes now saw the couple.
He watched the couple running around his location, seemingly trying to find a way in.
They didn't know where to find water, so they doused themselves thoroughly, wrapping themselves in a thick layer of wet cotton quilts. They merely shivered and then rushed into the waves of fire.
He watched the two of them charge into the flames, passing through the burning walls.
The cotton quilts on the couple were burned away, and half of the hair on their heads was gone.
His eyelashes trembled.
The waves of fire raged, making even the air seem on the verge of combustion.
He watched the couple rush towards him, and his heart could no longer remain calm.
"Boom!"
At this moment, a burning wooden beam collapsed in front of the couple, startling them.
They didn't have much time left. The building where he was located might soon collapse.
Hearing his cry, the wife, while running, comforted him: "Child, don't be afraid, we're coming."
The couple, disregarding the burning quilts and the edges of their clothes that had already started to ignite, continued to rush towards his location.
The fire had already reached the three-story wooden building where he was.
"Boom!"
The raging flames caused another beam to fall, directly hitting the couple.
His heart was instantly gripped with anxiety.
Fortunately, the husband was fast enough to quickly push away the burning wood, otherwise, the couple would have been burned alive. Even so, they were already severely injured and staggering.
At this moment, he hesitated. He admitted that he had always been selfish, wanting to survive under any circumstances, which was why he had cried out, wanting to attract attention to save him.
But if the price of survival was the lives of two people.
Was it truly necessary?
If light exists, darkness needs no questioning.
He saw darkness, but where was the light?
Perhaps, he could leave the light for others.
He took a deep breath, no longer crying out "wah," and hoped the couple would realize he was dead and leave this accursed place.
He closed his eyes, feeling the terrifying blast of heat, quietly awaiting death.
The couple, hit by the wood, did not leave.
They laboriously, desperately pushed the wood off themselves, stood up unsteadily, and staggered towards him.
"Child, don't be afraid, we're here."
The husband stood at the base of the building, guarding the exit, allowing his wife to go upstairs quickly to pick up the child.
The wife rushed upstairs, looked at the infant in the swaddling clothes, and immediately burst into tears. She carefully picked him up and held him protectively. Why, despite being in peril herself, did she gently pat and rock the infant, telling him in a soft voice: "Don't cry, don't cry, you're safe, you're safe."
His vision gradually blurred.
If light has appeared, do not let it be extinguished.
"Qi Niang, have you found the child? The building is about to collapse!" the husband roared from downstairs, "We must leave!"
"Fourth Brother, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Despite being in a life-or-death escape, the wife's voice was not panicked at all, but rather excited and happy: "Fourth Brother, we have a child!"
As she descended the stairs, she checked if the child was injured.
"What?"
"Fourth Brother, we have a child! And it's a boy!"
Hearing the child's cry, the husband standing downstairs couldn't help but shed tears: "It's a boy, so I'll have a son."
...
On the horizon, a sliver of fish-belly white appeared.
Chen Jiuyang woke up.