Stronger from Earth

Chapter 396 - 390: Change

Changjing believed that his divine techniques were invincible, his immortal golden body indestructible and could preserve himself while in slumber, but he didn’t know that this was exactly what Di Xuan wanted.

To the true self with various means, this kind of slumber was akin to placing oneself on the chopping block, allowing others to butcher.

Soon after, Di Xuan began extracting the golden substance of the immortal golden body. Half a month later, Changjing disappeared without a trace, his entire essence extracted, and Di Xuan successfully broke through to the late-stage Jade Platform Realm.

A True-Tier Evolver thus wrapped himself in a cocoon and died, silently and suffocatingly.

"Qi, come over for a gathering."

Wu Zhutian gathered his senior brothers, many disciples from the Five Veins came to the Evolution Realm, and five of He Fang’s seven disciples also arrived.

The seventh brother, Wang Xuan, at the Peak of Divine Infant, the sixth brother, Chen Qingniu, at the Dharma Body Realm, the fifth brother, Zhou Wu, the third brother, Wan Futu, with Divine Infant cultivation, and the eldest brother, Wu Zhutian, at the True Immortal First Realm, Grotto Void Realm.

The five brothers gathered together, naturally with celestial immortal level delicacies; none lacked cultivation resources, especially Wang Xuan.

Although Wang Xuan sat at the end, this was determined by time and sentiment, but his status among the five was quite high due to his cultivation and talent.

He glanced over, easily seeing the cultivation levels of the three excluding Wu Zhutian, noting that in three years, Chen Qingniu and Zhou Wu had advanced two small steps, which was already the result of great effort.

"Being a guest in a foreign land." Wu Zhutian poured a cup of wine for the four junior brothers, and Wang Xuan and others bent slightly to receive it.

"Unexpectedly, upon arriving in the Evolution Realm, we were trapped in this Star Domain for over three years, unable to return home.

Many disciples from the Immortal Martial Mountain came, but the closest are us five, uncertain what the future holds.

With the Sect Leader’s master overseeing us, our Immortal Martial Mountain has much hope. Do not be discouraged; the Sect Leader once told us True Immortals, if we cannot rebuild the link with Earth, we shall traverse the Star Sea to return.

With the invincible posture of an Immortal, we can cross billions of light-years in just a thousand years, perhaps returning to Earth in several thousand years.

Even the lifespan of the Dharma Body Realm is five thousand years, and celestial immortals easily surpass ten thousand; we will certainly return alive.

Staying here holds only a hope for a shorter return time; all we can do is endure, and I trust your mindsets can easily achieve this."

Wu Zhutian gathered everyone to console them, preventing psychological issues that could lead to extreme actions.

After all, if destined to spend half a lifetime wandering, unable to return home, few can accept such fate, for their relatives and friends are all on Earth.

Chen Qingniu’s wine gourd developed a thick patina from frequent use over the years as his drinking increased, his cultivation slow, and hope of returning home faint, leading to misery.

He sighed, "Thousands of years? Even if it’s a hundred or ten years, who knows what Earth will be like."

Perhaps after a thousand years, Earth might no longer exist; even if it does, peer cultivators will surpass them by several great realms.

With his talent, he might reach immortality in a thousand years on Earth, but in the Star Sea, perhaps he’ll still hover at the celestial immortal level; what a vast difference!

"Don’t be pessimistic." Wan Futu was open-minded and indifferent to life and death, unconcerned about such situations, knowing that there is always a way forward.

Zhou Wu focused on eating; among the brothers, his position was awkward. Chen Qingniu, being of lower seniority, received care from others, but he was stuck in the middle with similar cultivation to the sixth brother, feeling quite awkward.

"Just three years, who can say what the future holds? Maybe tomorrow we’ll return," Wang Xuan laughed.

Wan Futu looked at Wang Xuan and remarked, "Our cultivation speed has all declined, far from our past efforts; yet the seventh brother has already crossed into a great realm, reaching the Peak of Divine Infant."

One must know he spent decades reaching the Peak of Divine Infant, and now at his age, the third and seventh brothers were at the same level.

Everyone envied Wang Xuan who shook his head, "Were I on Earth, I’d be at the Jade Platform Peak by now."

Such was his confidence; what’s a mere celestial immortal peak? Though difficult for others, he found it merely challenging.

Chen Qingniu and the others exchanged glances, while Zhou Wu quietly muttered, "Old Seven, you make us all want to punch you."

"Ah, the woes of a destined child, always envied and resented," Wang Xuan’s words begged to be slapped.

Wu Zhutian, having finished his drink, ended the topic, saying, "These years, our cultivation speed has all declined; the better one’s talent, the more pronounced it becomes.

Among the soldiers, I found a junior who indeed proved promising after years of observation, intending to take him under my sect."

Over the years, his cultivation speed hadn’t decreased much, though his resources were being consumed rapidly; if this continues, his master’s given resources would run out.

No one knew how long they’d stay in this Star Domain, thus he chose an appropriate inheritor when one appeared.

Wang Xuan, surprised, said, "Typically, picking the first, second, eighth, and ninth disciples is done with great caution.

Your chosen leading disciple must be outstanding; why not bring him to meet us? We, as your senior uncles, wouldn’t lack in greetings."

Leading and closing disciples are of utmost importance, Immortal Martial Mountain’s first and ninth disciples are not roles for just anyone.

Among He Fang’s seven disciples, the leading disciple was steady, the second had extraordinary talent, while choosing the third to seventh was quite casual; it may take decades or centuries to find the eighth and closing disciples.

Of course, with Wang Xuan among the disciples, He Fang could be liberal in choosing the last two, for none would surpass Wang Xuan.

"Forget it, next time." Wu Zhutian waved his hand.

The five chatted leisurely, meeting infrequently over the years, each busy with personal matters; if not summoned, a gathering may not happen for another three to five years.

Chen Qingniu felt his cultivation speed was too slow, spending much time over the past two years researching combat skills, naturally seizing the chance to consult Wu Zhutian.

Wang Xuan, sipping his drink, spoke, "Qingniu, didn’t you aim to become a sword immortal? Perhaps in a few years, you should learn from me; I’ll make you my sixth disciple."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, a black sword shadow flashed out like lightning, instantly crossing a hundred miles, slicing off a mountain peak with a single strike.

This kind of strike would make even those at the Jade Platform Realm tremble with fear; as Wang Xuan wielded the sword, Wan Futu’s hair stood on end.

Such a scene left Chen Qingniu and Zhou Wu dumbfounded.

Wu Zhutian maintained his dignity without comment; Wang Xuan indeed spoke lightly, proposing to take his sixth brother as his sixth disciple, which would muddle seniority.

Though in terms of prowess, it wasn’t impossible.

Chen Qingniu turned dark, his eyes filled with grievance, "Why not give you the sixth brother position, making me the junior disciple; you’ll then teach me properly."

"Just a jest; sixth brother shouldn’t take it seriously." Wang Xuan hastily waved his hand, "Whenever you want to learn the sword, I’ll teach you; after all, I’m the invincible Great Sword Immortal of the Divine Infant."

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Three chime sounds, and the five exchanged glances in surprise, wondering what was occurring to call everyone together.

Donning battle armor and boarding the interstellar mother ship, the Earth Expeditionary Army traversed the wormhole, appearing in the Evolution Realm Star Domain.

Everyone watched the procession facing many evolvers in the starry sky with astonishment, wondering what game was being played.

On the frontline, the Evolution Realm was certainly not their match; these past years, if not for the Evolution Realm’s native advantages, Earth’s immortals would have already wiped them out.

Now these evolvers left the Mother Star to engage in a starry battle; was this sheer idiocy?