Arrival

Wen Yuan stood before the Quiet Chamber for a long time.

The scent of the junior Junior Fellow Apprentice lingered in the air for a long time.

He looked down at the cup of tea in his hand, which had long since gone cold, and finally just shook his head helplessly, letting out a soft sigh.

In a month, a mountain of gold was burned down, just to hear a sound.

He couldn't understand his junior Junior Fellow Apprentice's cultivation method at all, but he was deeply shocked.

Just then, a barely perceptible ripple appeared in the space beside him.

A figure appeared silently.

It was Lin Xuanqing, the Chief Instructor of the Life School.

He didn't look at Wen Yuan, but stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze seemingly piercing through the endless Void, looking in the direction Chen Fan had left.

A moment of silence.

"Ha..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A burst of unrestrained, heartfelt laughter suddenly shattered the tranquility of the place.

Lin Xuanqing laughed so hard he bent over backward, his shoulders shaking violently, as if he had heard the most interesting thing in the world.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He exclaimed "Good!" three times in a row, his eyes filled with undisguised joy and admiration.

"Only those who are not afraid of death can live! This is the Qilin Prodigy I have been dreaming of!"

Hearing his teacher's uncharacteristic laughter, Wen Yuan smiled gently and softly echoed, "Yes, teacher. Junior Fellow Apprentice... he is indeed extraordinary."

The laughter gradually subsided.

The ecstasy on Lin Xuanqing's face slowly subsided. He turned his head and looked at his most prized disciple beside him. His eyes, which had once witnessed the birth and death of the universe, were now incredibly complex.

There was relief and pride, but even more so, there was deep-seated guilt.

"Wen Yuan," he spoke softly, his voice no longer as loud as before, carrying a barely perceptible hoarseness, "Is there truly no hope for your injury?"

Wen Yuan's smile faltered slightly.

He then regained his calm composure, gently shook his head, and spoke in a detached tone as if he were recounting an old story that had nothing to do with him.

"Master, the Dao Foundation has been destroyed, and the Divine Fire has been extinguished."

"It seems there's no chance."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuanqing fell into a long silence.

The light in his eyes dimmed at a visible speed, and the aura of a powerful Law Realm expert that could stir up the stars vanished at this moment, leaving only the desolation and self-blame of an old man.

He let out a long sigh, his voice terribly hoarse.

"In the end... I was just too useless back then."

If he weren't lacking in cultivation, how could he have stood by and watched his most talented disciple have his future ruined right before his eyes?

That was a demon in his heart that he could never erase throughout his life.

"Teacher, it's not your fault." Wen Yuan stepped forward, his voice still gentle, carrying a comforting power. "The road ahead is fraught with difficulties; it's my own fault for not being skilled enough."

"And..."

Wen Yuan changed the subject, his gaze returning to the distant horizon, a genuine, heartfelt smile returning to his lips.

"Don't we have a junior Junior Fellow Apprentice now?"

These words were like a divine light that tore through endless darkness, instantly illuminating Lin Xuanqing's ashen eyes.

He stared blankly into the distance, his dejection and self-reproach vanishing from his face, replaced by a rekindled, almost obsessive, hope and fervor.

He nodded vigorously, enunciating each word clearly.

"Right!"

"We still have him!"

At the same time.

Chen Fan's figure had already appeared on a desolate planet.

This is a world completely ruled by death.

The sky was a perpetually gray color, without clouds or wind, just a lifeless curtain.

The earth was a cracked, dark brown color, barren of vegetation, and desolate as far as the eye could see.

The air was thick with an almost impenetrable aura of death, cold and desolate, as if it could freeze the Divine Soul and extinguish all life.

Ordinary living beings would likely be eroded by this aura if they stayed here for even a moment, turning into a handful of withered bones.

However, Chen Fan took a deep breath, and instead of showing any discomfort, he revealed a hint of curiosity.

He could clearly feel that the golden Undying Divine Fire within his body, upon contact with this aura of death, was not suppressed, but rather seemed to have encountered a long-lost companion, generating a strange resonance.

It's as if Life and Death are two sides of the same coin.

"That's interesting."

Chen Fan muttered to himself.

He identified the flashing coordinates on the Student Badge, then his figure flashed, transforming into a faint golden light, and flew towards the only guard point deep within the planet.

There was no sound, no obstruction.

Along the way, he saw countless enormous remains of unknown creatures, long since weathered into skeletons, lying quietly on the Wasteland, telling the story of the planet's past glory.

I don't know how much time passed.

At the end of the coordinates, he finally saw an extremely rudimentary outpost made of an unknown black metal.

The outpost's energy shield flickered with a faint light, like a candle in the wind, teetering precariously under the corrosive influence of the dense aura of death, as if it would be extinguished completely at any moment.

Chen Fan stopped in his tracks.

He could sense a life force within the outpost.

But that aura was also extremely faint, like a spark enveloped in endless darkness, seemingly about to be completely swallowed up by this desolate ocean.

Chen Fan stood quietly in front of the sentry post.

The energy shield, as thin as a cicada's wing, flickered under the intense aura of death, as if it would vanish completely at any moment.

The faint flickering light of life within the outpost clearly sensed his arrival.

Before Chen Fan could make any move.

"Creak!!"

A piercing metallic scraping sound, sharp enough to tear the Divine Soul apart, abruptly shattered the eternal silence.

The gate of the outpost, made of an unknown Alloy, was violently pushed open from the inside by a tremendous force.

A figure staggered out of the door, almost tumbling and crawling.

The man's hair was disheveled like a bird's nest, his eyes were filled with spiderweb-like bloodshot veins, and his whole being exuded a kind of madness and frenzy as he was about to burn out.

He saw Chen Fan.

At first, he was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

The next second, a feeling of elation, as if he had survived a disaster, instantly filled his entire face.

"You're here! You've finally arrived!"

The young man rushed to Chen Fan in one stride, his withered fingers gripping Chen Fan's shoulder tightly like iron clamps, with such force that it almost crushed his bones.

Chen Fan frowned slightly, but did not move.

"Holy shit! Do you even know what?! There's not a soul in this place!"

Before Chen Fan could reply, the young man began to pour out his pent-up fear and despair at an almost inaudible pace.

"No sound! No living creatures! Not even a breeze! I feel like my soul is being ground to dust by this silent graveyard! I'm going crazy! I'm really going crazy!"

He roared incoherently, spitting as he spoke.