Blue Ancestor's Wild Disciple

The night sky over the Southern Border had never been so bright. Fleeing commoners looked up beside campfires that burned amid their suffering, gazing at the only beauty the night could offer them.

It was the glow of the Southern Border cultivators' spiritual power. As Blue Ancestor declared war upon the world, the cultivators shouted names they had never heard before and kept their eyes fixed on the distant sky.

They did not know how many days had passed, or where Blue Ancestor had gone.

They could not even feel the aftershocks of the battle. They knew only that, on that day, one unapproachable presence after another had soared into the sky, and no news had come of Blue Ancestor since.

So they could only wait beneath the sky for good news.

Eventually, they realized no good news was coming. Day or night, the heavens remained the heavens. The saying that tall people would hold up the sky if it fell had proved true after all.

Then, as they sank into thought, a spark finally kindled within the fear and emptiness that had dragged them down like a swamp whenever they faced the Blood Moon.

If one tall person could no longer hold it up, the tall people left behind had two choices.

The first was to bend their backs and lower their heads.

The second was to stand, straighten their spines, plant their feet on the earth, and shout.

The Southern Border cultivators had waited too long. They had waited until they cursed their own pride for costing lives. Countless people quietly went home to settle their affairs. Whatever the future held, they had to leave a spark behind.

In Merit City, the Li Family and the many cultivators wore expressionless faces. At last, they returned to the