Chapter 211 Arrangement
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Chen Chang'an stared at the pitch-black giant cocoon, his brow furrowed tightly.
He reached out and pressed his hand against the cocoon wall, the touch cold and hard, as if touching a piece of ten-thousand-year profound ice.
"Since it cannot be destroyed, let's move it first!"
It would be best to move it into the sect master's secret chamber.
He let out a low shout, spiritual power surging around him, hands clasped onto the cocoon body, exerting force suddenly—
Not moving at all.
The black cocoon seemed to merge with the entire earth, no matter how he pushed his peak Saint Realm cultivation, even cracking the rocks beneath his feet, the cocoon body did not even tremble slightly.
"Rise!"
Chen Chang'an changed his strategy, sword finger slashing, nine thunder ropes condensed out of thin air, wrapping around the black cocoon attempting to lift it. Thunder crackled, the ground was gouged with deep trenches, but the black cocoon remained motionless.
"Spatial shift!"
He gritted his teeth, forming hand seals, attempting to use spatial arts to transfer it. However, as soon as spiritual power touched the cocoon body, it was completely devoured by those dark gold patterns, not even stirring half a ripple.
"Damn it..."
Chen Chang'an's forehead seeped with fine sweat, finally retracting his hand and stepping back.
He turned to look at Ji Hongli, who had been watching coldly from the side:
"Miss Ji, what should we do?"
Ji Hongli's condition had improved a lot, she was startled upon hearing this, then said thoughtfully:
"Of course, we should run."
"Run?"
"Since it's an Immortal Venerable descending, and I don't have the ability to contend with the Immortal Venerable Realm, should I stay and wait for death?" She looked up towards the sky, her tone calm,
"This realm does not allow the existence of Immortal Venerables. Even if he can lock onto us, as long as he cannot catch us in a short time, he will definitely be repelled by the world's rules."
Chen Chang'an's heart trembled.
His first thought just now was to have his disciples and Chen Xingcai hide in the sect master's secret chamber.
But he quickly realized: the secret chamber rules clearly state that only when the host enters and is in a special state, they are immune to any damage caused by attacks.
That is to say, only he is invincible.
Moreover, there is another saying within this realm's rules.
What if the system suddenly adds another
"Immortal Venerable descent is considered force majeure,"
"All interpretation rights belong to this system,"
it would be uncertain whether he could survive.
Thinking of this, his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat.
Ji Hongli's train of thought actually enlightened him—run, he must run!
"Let's do that. First, let Xiao Chen and Chen Xingcai and the others leave Qingzhou!"
Chen Chang'an suddenly looked up, spiritual light flashing at his fingertips, dozens of message jade slips appearing simultaneously. He quickly left messages in each jade slip, his actions decisive without half a hesitation.
The jade slips transformed into streams of light, scattering in all directions, disappearing into the night sky.
Alright, the message has been delivered, where should he escape to now?
Chen Chang'an clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, a layer of fine cold sweat seeping from his palm.
He was afraid of death.
Terrified of death.
He recalled his days of struggling on Blue Star in his previous life, when he was just a commoner, greedy for wealth, cherishing his life, afraid of pain, hesitating for a long time even to kill a chicken.
Later, he was fortunate enough to transmigrate, awaken a system, and inexplicably reached the Saint Realm, always taking "stability" as the first principle of action—never fighting head-on when he could run, never resisting when he could hide.
So, back then, when facing the black snake after leaving the mountain, he ran.
Even when leaving the valley, he resolutely sent out an avatar that was not afraid of death, not giving his main body any chance of an accident.
But now, when he started thinking about where to run, he suddenly discovered that he seemed... unable to run.
Or rather, he could not run.
—Those disciples he sent out to destroy the array core were probably also locked onto at this moment.
They might have already sensed the danger and were desperately rushing back...
With his cultivation at the peak of the Saint Realm, he could reach the ends of the earth in the blink of an eye.
But if he ran, what about them? What about Chen Xingcai?
Chen Chang'an's throat tightened, his heart felt as if gripped by an invisible hand, making even breathing difficult.
He recalled those young faces—some honest and simple, some clever and lively, some silent and reserved, but without exception, all respectfully called him "Master."
They trusted him.
And he, after sending them messages to leave, was preparing to flee immediately.
"Damn it..." he cursed in a low voice, his voice hoarse.
In his previous life, he had heard a cold joke: when chased by a bear, you don't have to outrun the bear, just your teammates.
But now, his "teammates" were his disciples, his daughter, all the relatives of this life...
Yes, relatives. At some point, he had already come to regard the Immortal Spirit Valley as a true home.
Not just him, he firmly believed that everyone in the Immortal Spirit Valley felt the same way.
At this thought, Chen Chang'an's eyes grew hot, his chest felt as if pressed by a giant stone, making it almost impossible to breathe.
He was afraid of death.
But he was even more afraid of hearing news of his disciples' and daughter's deaths.
The pulsing of the black cocoon grew more intense, the dark golden patterns writhing like living things, as if some terrifying existence would break out in the next moment.
Chen Chang'an took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
—"Run? Or not run?"
—"Escape? Or stay?"
He seemed to stand at the edge of a cliff, with the path of life behind him and an abyss ahead.
"Heh..." he suddenly laughed, his voice carrying a sense of relief.
"Indeed, only a loner can truly practice the 'survival' path."
He opened his eyes, his gaze more determined than ever before.
—Then let's stay.
—Use the sect master's secret chamber to contend with this soon-to-emerge enemy to the very end!
System, this time I can only trust you.
Even if... it means death.
—This time, he would not flee.
"You're not running?"
Ji Hongli suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
She looked at Chen Chang'an with a half-smile.
Chen Chang'an was silent for a moment, then nodded with difficulty.
"The gap between the Immortal Venerable Realm and the Saint Realm is no smaller than the gap between the Saint Realm and the Human Celestial Realm," she said lightly, as if discussing the weather, but her words carried immense weight.
Chen Chang'an knew this of course.
He silently added in his heart: "Life is hard enough without you pointing it out."
A Saint killing a Human Celestial was like crushing an ant.
Then an Immortal Venerable killing a Saint... probably wouldn't even need to crush, just a thought would suffice.
Last time at the Hong family ancestral grounds, if the system hadn't taken over, he would have been shattered then.
"I'm not running," he finally uttered these two words, his voice dry but exceptionally firm.
Ji Hongli stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly sighed, though a smile played on her lips.
"You are truly admirable."
Chen Chang'an's eyes lit up, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart—was she not leaving either?
"You're not leaving either?"
That would be great. Having one more person would be better than facing this alone.
Ji Hongli: "I'm not that stupid."
Chen Chang'an: "..."
"Then I'll be leaving first." She waved casually and turned to leave.
Chen Chang'an gave a bitter smile, not trying to persuade her to stay, just whispering, "Until we meet again."
Ji Hongli paused her steps, not turning back, just giving a soft "Hmm."
Just as she was about to step into the void and depart, Chen Chang'an suddenly spoke—
"If you only had one hour left in your life... what would you do?"
His voice was soft, as if talking to himself, yet also as if asking the heavens and earth.
Ji Hongli stopped, turned her face slightly, the afterglow of the sunset casting a sharp silhouette on her profile.
She thought for a moment, then said faintly: "Probably... to live without regrets."
After speaking, she no longer lingered, her form transforming into a crimson stream of light, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
Chen Chang'an stood in place, watching the direction she left, not moving for a long time.
The wind swept across the cliff, fluttering his robes with a rustling sound.
—Live without regrets?
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