Chapter 469 - 426: Ask Not of the Future

Chapter 469: Chapter 426: Ask Not of the Future

The perennially cold Northern Plains only showed signs of warming after the beginning of summer.

In just a few days, the withered, yellow grasslands became lush and green—a scene the Profound People couldn’t even dare to imagine.

A small courtyard, filled with orchids, was particularly eye-catching.

Such a courtyard was likely one of a kind in the Northern Plains, all because its master was called Mr. Yuan.

The courtyard was always quiet, but today it was exceptionally bustling.

Mr. Yuan was trimming the orchids in his courtyard as usual.

Several figures stood waiting quietly outside, showing no intention of rushing him.

Perhaps in the entire Northern Plains, only Mr. Yuan could make these people wait.

The Sect Master of the Demon Sect, the Vice Sect Leader of the Demon Sect, the Soul Chasing Tower Lord, the Tianxin Sect Leader... Every one of them was a major figure who held the power of life and death over thousands.

Nearly all the high-ranking members of the Demon Sect were present.

Mr. Yuan’s movements were slow, like those of an elderly scholar. He would often pause to rest, carefully ensuring his pruning was flawless before moving on to inspect the next orchid.

Though his pace was slow, not a single person outside the courtyard showed any impatience.

After a long time, Mr. Yuan finally straightened up. He looked with satisfaction at the courtyard he had tended to countless times. ’This time, the tidiness will have to last for a long while. I won’t have another chance.’

The time to leave had finally come...

A stranger in a strange land, he too had reached the time when he should return home.

Mr. Yuan had spent the better part of his life in the Northern Plains, but in the end, he was still one of the Profound People.

He slowly pushed open the small gate, walked out, and then carefully tied it shut with a rope.

The Sect Master of the Demon Sect spoke slowly. "Mr. Yuan, are you leaving now?"

Mr. Yuan gave a rare smile, one that even held a hint of divine transcendence. "Since it is a long journey, there must be a time for return. This is perfectly reasonable."

The Sect Master of the Demon Sect was a withered old man. Standing next to Mr. Yuan, it was difficult to tell who was older.

Gazing at Mr. Yuan’s serene expression, he was suddenly lost in the memory of their first meeting.

Back then, Mr. Yuan wasn’t called Mr. Yuan. He was just a young scholar from Xuan Yang, seeking the truth. He was so weak he could have been crushed in an instant, yet this young man carried the aura of the Demon God.

It was precisely because of this wisp of the Demon God’s aura that he decided to let the young man finish what he had to say. ℴℴ𝘮

Later, he was very glad that he had understood the young man’s words.

The young man had told him a simple truth: "If a person eats too much, he will gorge himself to death, and many others will starve as a result. Therefore, the best course of action is to spit out what has been eaten."

He understood who the "person" in the young man’s story was.

Based on the principle that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and also because of the Demon God’s aura, he decided to help the young man.

But what the young man did next was something even he could never have imagined.

At that time, the Northern Plains had only one Divine Communication Powerhouse: the Sect Master of the Demon Sect.

Back then, the Demon Race were the true masters of the Northern Plains. The Demon Sect’s missionary work over many years had been pitifully ineffective; they had even been reduced to fighting for their lives against monsters day in and day out, just like the barbarian tribes.

The young man’s growth was terrifyingly fast. In just sixty years, he became a powerhouse on par with him.

Not only that, but after him, Divinity Grandmasters began to sprout up one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. This young man had even single-handedly converted both the Demon Race and the barbarian tribes into followers of the Demon Sect.

The current two Vice Sect Leaders of the Demon Sect are a Tier Nine Great Demon and the strongest warrior of the barbarian tribes.

And now, that young man was finally going to fulfill the promise he had made all those years ago.

Just as Mr. Yuan was about to take a step, the Soul Chasing Tower Lord, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up. "Sir, you don’t actually have to go. At worst, we can just use the power of the Demon Sect to overturn the entire world."

Yes, overturn it.

The Demon Sect of today has the power to do so.

Of all those present, no one respected the old man before them more than he did.

Or rather, when he became the Soul Chasing Tower Lord, his faith was not in the Demon God, but in the man standing before him.

It was because this old man had given him salvation when he was at his most lost.

Mr. Yuan smiled faintly. "What use is there in overturning it? It would just be gorging ourselves until we’re fat and bloated."

"..."

The Soul Chasing Tower Lord was speechless.

But he still couldn’t help but ask, "But are you certain that plan will succeed?"

Mr. Yuan replied, "Maybe it will, maybe it won’t. I just want to give the world a chance."

"..."

The Soul Chasing Tower Lord silently stepped aside. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to persuade him further, but he knew he couldn’t. Perhaps no one in the world could change Mr. Yuan’s mind. Whatever Mr. Yuan set out to do, he would surely succeed.

"Homeward bound I go."

Mr. Yuan’s ethereal voice echoed. In the blink of an eye, he ascended ninety thousand li into the heavens, transforming into a streak of light and heading south.

"We respectfully send you off on your journey south, Sir."

On this day, all the followers of the Demon Sect knelt in unison, chanting and praying.

...

It rained in Xuan Yang for seven whole days.

It was as if the rain sought to wash away all the filth in the world.

Seven days was a clever length of time—not long enough to cause floods, yet long enough to leave the streets looking brand new. It was a welcome rain.

But where some found joy, others found none.

「Imperial City, Bedchamber.」

"Damn it! DAMN IT ALL!"

There was barely an intact object left in the grand hall. Li Chengyuan was venting his fury, rampaging like a madman.

The fortune he had just managed to restore to its peak had once again plummeted to rock bottom.

It was Mr. Yuan!

Li Chengyuan’s eyes were bloodshot. He had sacrificed a full hundred years of his lifespan to replenish his depleted fortune, but that man had refused to let him have his way, shattering the fortune of the entire world instead.