Chapter 1737: Chapter 1: Dispersing the Gathering (8,700, 2 updates combined into 1, thanks for understanding!)_3

Hearing Cang Fuzi swear a deadly oath to show sincerity, the brightness in Wang Ba’s eyes instantly dimmed.

But soon, he took a deep breath, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes, and his face and gaze returned to their previous state.

He looked at Cang Fuzi and asked the last question in his heart:

“How did you know for sure that I would stay because of them?”

Cang Fuzi was taken aback, his face changing to resemble Shen Fu’s, and he smiled bitterly:

“I never thought it through, a fluke, it’s just a gamble after all.”

“A gamble…”

Wang Ba softly repeated these words, a slight absent-mindedness appeared, and a rare self-deprecating smile appeared on his face. Then he gently shook his head, looked at Cang Fuzi, and said seriously:

“I don’t like to gamble.”

With that said, his figure gradually disappeared within the realm membrane.

Cang Fuzi stood dazedly watching Wang Ba’s figure disappear, and after a long while, he showed a bitter smile:

“I don’t like it either…”

“But, what else can be done?”

A sigh echoed in the empty realm membrane.

…

“Hui Yunzi Ancestor… is this the Ascension Tribulation?!”

Zhao Feng and others looked in amazement at the figure engulfed in the thunder light.

Vaguely, they could see Hui Yunzi standing with hands behind him amidst the Thunder Tribulation, facing the Ascension Tribulation with a slight frown.

Not because the Thunder Tribulation was too strong… but because it was unexpectedly weak!

No, to be precise, it had returned to its expected strength.

“Has Little Cang World been satiated?”

An idea flashed through Hui Yunzi’s mind amidst the thunder light.

This great calamity almost led to the destruction of the realm and loss of lives.

But ultimately, under Wang Ba’s various strategies, it was successfully overcome, luring all the World Eaters besieging the realm into it to be destroyed.

Even without counting carefully, just the World Eaters encountered in Fenglin Continent numbered in the hundreds of Class V.

Not to mention the existence of Class VI, as well as those on the Huangji Continent.

If counted, the number would likely be two or three times more.

The Chaos Origin Substance and incomplete Dao Intent brought by so many World Eaters would be unimaginable, enough to barely make up for Little Cang World’s losses over the years.

“With Little Cang World returning to normal, the disciples in the sect should be able to ascend normally…”

Thinking of this, Hui Yunzi’s heart slightly relaxed.

However, as his gaze swept past the increasingly faint figures of Du Wei and others, he faintly felt he might be overlooking something.

Crack!

The thunder fell.

Hui Yunzi raised his hand and easily broke it apart.

Then he felt a repulsive force from the entire Little Cang World, and a distant call from outside the realm.

He knew this was the summon from the Heavens.

And after ascension, the cultivators from Little Cang World would enter the Cloud Sky Realm.

At this moment, he felt no joy.

He couldn’t help but recall those mentors, brothers, and junior disciples who had long sat in meditation within the realm, their True Spirits having been reincarnated countless times.

A faint sigh.

The Path of Immortality… is like this.

It’s difficult to become immortal, with countless bones left behind.

He was fortunate to live to this day, to gain this opportunity, but those cherished old friends were long lost to the vast river of time.

“In my generation… how many were there, and now only I am left…”

Loneliness and solitude lingered within him, accompanying him, gradually fading into the air.

And just as he was about to disappear completely, he suddenly thought of something:

“No! The crisis of Little Cang World isn’t over, I must tell them…”

He was about to instruct Zhao Feng, but that summoning force completely engulfed him before he could speak…

“The Ancestor has ascended?”

Everyone watched this scene in a daze.

The Ascension Tribulation that had plagued Little Cang World’s cultivators for over ten thousand years ended just like that?

In this moment, after a brief silence and bewilderment, the eyes of all cultivators suddenly lit up!

Zhao Feng, Ji Ying, Ling Weizi… all Divinity Transformation cultivators, even with steadfast Dao-hearts, couldn’t help but feel huge waves surging within them at this moment.

They… were the closest to the Void Refining and had the best chance of Crossing Tribulation!

On the Tribulation Crossing Raft.

‘Guan Ao’ and Chijian, who were placing mortals, couldn’t help showing surprise and joy upon perceiving Hui Yunzi’s ascension!

“Little Cang World can ascend now!”

A surge of uncontrollable happiness flashed across ‘Guan Ao’s eyes!

Hundreds of years ago, he was full of ambition, conducting a Blood Sacrifice of all Divinity Transformation descendants just to ascend to the Heavens.

The result was a shattering blow, and in his grief and anger, he tore the Sky Dome apart!

Coming to his senses, he hid within the Dragon Transformation Pool, manipulating the Artifact Spirit to seek opportunities for a comeback, but continued to fail.

He thought he was already hopeless for ascension, even resorting to infiltrating Wanxiang Sect to use the far more dangerous Tribulation Crossing Raft to escape this realm.

Yet at the moment he was about to succeed, he saw the hope of a rightful and safe ascension!

Just as the hills and rivers seemed to have no more road, the willows and flowers revealed another village!

“The Heavens have not forsaken me!”

“The Heavens have not forsaken me!”

‘Guan Ao’ couldn’t help but feel excited.

Even though he had not yet drawn the Thunder Tribulation, that was only because this mortal body had not yet reached the Primordial Spirit Realm.

“Hall Master Guan, we have hope of ascending to the Heavens!”

Chijian raised his head, stunned as he watched the direction where Hui Yunzi vanished, unable to suppress the joy in his heart as he shared it with ‘Guan Ao’ who was the closest.

‘Guan Ao’ nodded with a smile, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

Now that there is hope, there’s no need… it seems careful planning is still necessary.

Let’s wait patiently for the disciples of Wanxiang Sect to ascend or wither away, and when the time comes…