Chapter 482: Aftermath in the Mortal Realm, Meeting an Old Friend, Ghost Ship! Mysterious Great Realm

A profound serenity.

WHOO WHOO!

A long blast from a steam whistle echoed across the wilderness.

A train thundered along the iron tracks, which stretched straight at times and curved at others, moving with lightning speed.

The gale in its wake bent all the grass and trees by the wayside.

In one of the train’s compartments.

Cui Yanliang sat by the window.

He watched the scenery streak past, a hint of melancholy in his heart.

Thirty years was not a short time.

Countless railways now connected the Five Continents, crossing thousands of mountains and countless rivers.

Humanity’s reach had even spread across the Four Seas, carried by one great steel ship after another.

With the disappearance of the world’s toxic Spiritual Mechanism and the sealing of the Netherworld.

Not a single Demon Fiend, ghost, or monster had been born in the world since. The population was now several times greater than it had been thirty years ago.

It wasn’t just the Central Continent; human nations had been established on the other four continents as well, all with the support of the Celestial Patrol Bureau.

The world’s prosperity was at its peak, a scene of spectacular flourishing.

In the past hundred thousand years, there had never been such a magnificent era.

‘Teacher, is the world today as you wished?’

Cui Yanliang stroked his beard and whispered, his deep eyes filled with nostalgia.

In thirty years, he had traveled the entire world.

He had ventured to the ends of the Arctic Glacier to gaze upon the aurora at the edge of the world, and he had been to the Xiji Fire Sea to witness the land of the setting sun.

He had even stepped beyond the sky, traversing the starry cosmos and visiting one star after another.

He had relied on the complete version of the *Fist Scripture* left by Su Bai to reach the very end of the Spirit Immortal path. He could step into the realm of Celestial Mandate at any moment, making him a match for the Su Bai of thirty years ago. But he still couldn’t find the slightest trace of Su Bai.

It was as if everything about Su Bai had vanished completely along with the Gods Sealing Scroll.

“We’re here! We’re here! I see the Celestial Master’s Mansion on Boxing Saint Mountain!”

“Ah! It’s true! I see it too!”

“So many people! The mountain is covered with people, from top to bottom!”

Just then, cries of astonishment arose from the carriage as one young, idealistic scholar after another pressed against the windows to gaze out.

Cui Yanliang raised his eyebrows and looked as well.

In the distance, a range of majestic mountains stood tall.

At the peak, palaces stretched for an unknown number of miles. At this moment, the mountain and its base were swarming with countless pilgrims.

“Boxing Saint Mountain…”

Cui Yanliang muttered to himself.

Just then, a high, clear whistle pierced the sky.

The train had arrived at the station.

The crowd poured out in a bustling, lively stream.

Cui Yanliang walked behind the crowd, but instead of following the main flow towards the Boxing Saint Mountains, he left the throng and started walking down the straight main road.

Today’s Desolate Province was nothing like it once was.

Thirty years of rapid development had transformed the Desolate Province, making it the most desirable Great Province in the Dayu Immortal Dynasty.

In the hearts of many, it was even more sacred than Yu Province, where the Da Yu Capital City was located.

Even now, as dusk approached and the sun was about to set.

This main road was packed with carriages and people. The throngs were so thick that the road, over a hundred feet wide, seemed somewhat crowded.

“Latest edition of the official gazette, want a copy?”

“A few days ago, the Leader of the Gui Chen Sect, who was in power for thirty years, announced his abdication. This gazette has the most detailed report!”

On both sides of the main road, many nearby merchants were hawking their wares.

But the one attracting the most attention was a young man shouting and waving a copy of the gazette.

“Hm?”

Cui Yanliang bought a copy and read it as he walked.

It was, indeed, about the abdication of the Leader of the Gui Chen Sect.

Moreover, the report was full of praise for the Sect Leader.

‘I almost forgot…’

Cui Yanliang couldn’t help but chuckle.

He was so eager to search for traces of Su Bai that he had forgotten about Wang E. Thinking about it now, that hot-tempered, thunderous man…

…had already been Sect Leader for thirty years!

However, he didn’t pay it too much mind and casually put the gazette away.

By now, the sun had completely set. Darkness fell. Here, far from the bustling areas, there were no more pedestrians.

The rising silver moon cast its watery light.

The moonlight spread over an old mass grave, making it seem exceptionally cold and desolate.

Faintly, within the mass grave, one could see the extremely dilapidated Ning Village.

Seeing Ning Village again, even with Cui Yanliang’s well-tempered Mental Realm, he felt a pang of bittersweet sorrow.

This was the place where he and Su Bai had met and become friends.

He had a premonition. If he couldn’t find even a hint of his teacher here…

…then he would never have the chance to see his teacher again in this lifetime.

Cui Yanliang took a step and entered the ruins of Ning Village.

Thirty years had passed. Ning Village, long fallen into disrepair, had already collapsed. Everything inside had rotted away.

The only wooden house left was swaying precariously in the night wind.

It seemed as if it would collapse at any moment, yet it somehow exuded a sense of being as immovable as a mountain.

WHIMPER…

Between the broken walls, a sound like a ghost’s cry seemed to echo from the ruins.

“Old dog.”

Cui Yanliang’s gaze softened as he called out gently.

That whimpering sound was not the cry of a ghost, but the Silver-White Dog Demon, whimpering softly amidst the ruins.

After thirty years of wind and rain, the reason the wooden house had not fallen was not because it was sturdy, but because the Silver-White Dog Demon had always been lying inside it.

The Silver-White Dog Demon was curled up in the dust. Among its coiled body, a single strand of hair could be seen, fluttering in the wind.

“Old Man Cui.”

The Silver-White Dog Demon replied listlessly, without even raising its head.

“Call me Gou Sect Leader. That is the name Senior once bestowed upon me…”

HUMMM!

Just then, a soft humming sound suddenly arose.