Chapter 702: Welcoming

Where did that door come from?

Jun Wuji frowned, instinctively looking in the direction of the sound. Amidst the fragmented embroidered realm, a heavy, sculpted door had appeared, floating in the air. That embroidered realm was formed from Yao Qing's Red Dust base, and the sculpted door originated from the deepest part of the Red Dust base. But now, that door, leading to an unknown place, was slowly opening...

Boom—!!

A sword-dragon wreathed in lightning whizzed past the sculpted door. Before it could fly much further, a cold snort suddenly echoed from behind the door. An invisible ripple spread out from between the sculpted doors. The ripple expanded with extreme speed, catching up to the flying sword-dragon in the blink of an eye. Wherever the ripple passed, the lightning on the sword-dragon instantly vanished, as if an invisible hand controlled all its energy. The next moment, every long sword on the sword-dragon disintegrated and vanished at a visible rate. All the microscopic particles that constituted its matter were deconstructed into countless tiny "strings," swept into the sweeping ripple, transforming into a tidal wave of energy that surged in all directions! The unstoppable lightning sword-dragon disintegrated completely and vanished into nothingness after only two seconds.

"This is..." Jun Wuji's pupils slightly contracted. This scene was truly too shocking. At that moment, both the members of the Sorcery Association on the battlefield and the members of the Twilight Society were drawn to the sword-dragon's disappearance. They all seemed to have guessed something, their eyes revealing expressions of horror!

"Just changed into my work clothes... Looks like I'll have to rest for a while again." Bai Ye, dressed in a black suit, saw this and sighed helplessly. The other Twilight Society members also stared intently in the direction of the main city. "That one has awakened. Heaven, too, should change." "It's hard to say who will ultimately win or lose this realm war..." "Could it be..."

On the city wall battlefield, Chen Ling, standing on the back of the shadow scorpion, saw this scene, and a faint light flickered in his eyes. The next moment, a figure in white training attire stepped out from behind the sculpted door. A second Nine Monarch-level pressure suddenly descended!!

Boom—!!!

Long black hair cascaded like a waterfall, dancing lightly in the wind. A graceful figure, bare-footed, stepped on empty space, standing tall above Red Dust Main City. Her form overlapped with the colossal figure on the sculpted door, as if a deity had descended upon the human realm! Red Dust Monarch, Su Zhiwei. Su Zhiwei walked through the void as if walking on the surface of a pond. Each step she took was like a water lily touching the water, sending ripples through nothingness. She lowered her head, looking down at the city engulfed in war, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

This was an unfamiliar era: the architecture, the environment, the sky, the burning ruins, the roaming calamities, and the aggrieved souls and cries filling the world. Su Zhiwei, dressed in white, stood there like a lost traveler from another age, completely oblivious to everything around her. But the only thing she could be sure of was that her domain was protecting this place; this was the Red Dust Realm. So, the hibernation plan was successful? The Red Dust Realm had been successfully established, and she had crossed vast stretches of time to arrive in another era. Su Zhiwei didn't know the exact time, but it had definitely been over a century. So... was he also gone? A young man's figure flashed through Su Zhiwei's mind, and a pang of sorrow arose in her heart. A hundred years was the limit of human life. Though she had arrived in this era alive, for those who had once accompanied her, this was an eternal farewell. Su Zhiwei took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing these emotions, and her gaze returned to the ravaged Red Dust Realm. Here, she sensed the aura of another Nine Monarch.

"Damn it..." As Su Zhiwei's gaze swept over the world, Jun Wuji's eyes flickered with sharp light, as if he was thinking rapidly. Then he gritted his teeth and shot out of the Red Dust Realm at an astonishing speed! He had to leave! Jun Wuji was very intelligent. He knew that once Red Dust Monarch awakened, the Red Dust Realm would gain a second demigod. He was not at his full strength now, and with less than half his power, he was no match for Red Dust Monarch and Yao Qing. Therefore, he instantly made the best tactical judgment: to temporarily withdraw from the Red Dust Realm!

Although he didn't know how Red Dust Monarch had forcibly extended her life to this era, he guessed it had something to do with a hibernation pod. If so, Red Dust Monarch would likely self-destruct and perish soon, just like Yao Qing. Once he left the Red Dust Realm, Red Dust Monarch wouldn't be able to pursue him, because if she left, the domain protecting the Red Dust Realm would dissipate. Jun Wuji didn't believe Red Dust Monarch would abandon millions of lives to kill him. Even if she dared, the deaths of those millions of people would be enough to create sufficient Philosopher's Stones for him to recover to his peak power. As for Yao Qing, he was already at the end of his rope. Even if he pursued him outside the realm to kill him, he would only be counter-killed. So, as long as he left the Red Dust Realm, he would regain the initiative! Once these two demigods reached the end of their lives, he could still flatten Red Dust!

Seeing Jun Wuji turn and flee, Yao Qing was also stunned. "This fellow... he's quite cunning." Yao Qing didn't pursue, for he no longer had the strength. At this moment, his attention was fixed on the graceful figure walking through the void in the air. Three hundred years; although Yao Qing had accompanied Su Zhiwei every day for those three hundred years, trapping time for her with embroidered silk... when he saw her awaken with his own eyes, his heart still couldn't help but tremble. Joy? Expectation? Relief? Or perhaps... fear? Yao Qing didn't know. Even though he was now the sole demigod of the Azure God Dao in this era, his heart was still in turmoil. His turbid, aged eyes welled up with tears, which finally overflowed and dripped onto the puddle beneath him. Ripples shattered, blood holes covered his body. The disheveled old man shattered into a million fragments in his reflection. Seeing this out of the corner of his eye, he trembled slightly. He was silent for a long time, then lowered his head and quietly averted his gaze. Threads of embroidered silk wove among his old wrinkles, silently altering his features and face shape. He watched himself in the puddle, gradually transforming into the likeness of another old man.

Meanwhile, the graceful figure in white training attire approached, treading on emptiness. As she drew closer, and that vibrant face was near, the emotions Yao Qing had suppressed for hundreds of years became increasingly difficult to control. A heart full of love surged within him, reaching his lips, but ultimately transforming into a hoarse yet respectful utterance: "Leader of the Azure God Dao... respectfully welcomes the return of the Red Dust Monarch." He bowed his head deeply, offering a respectful salute.