Him and their stars.

Chapter 2152 Just like you, you've all come in, haven't you?

Yes.

When Yu Lian finally saw the faint but undeniably present beam of light, his hearing suddenly returned. He did indeed hear the clanging of metal, which seemed to have been happening in the distant sky just a moment ago, a barely audible sound, but in an instant, it suddenly appeared right beside his ears.

If we rule out the possibility of a trap, this is the only way to break the deadlock!

Yu Lian immediately straightened up. Even if it was a trap, he had to step into it. If Emperor Elither was reduced to a spirit body, besieged by the girls, and facing the danger of being raided by the insect swarm, and if he could spare a bit of his mind to control the Void Lord's steel golem, and at the same time exile himself, and also set a trap, then he would have no reason to lose, and he would just have to accept it.

He had barely thought of this when the sound disappeared.

However, Yu Lian was certain that this was not an illusion.

The indescribable spatial turbulence continued to tear at the primordial "etheric aggregate" that constituted its existence. The violent energy ripples dissipated without a trace in the chaotic pulling, like boiling water being poured into a flowing sea of ​​lava.

Space continues to reject itself, but at least it is no longer trying to completely eliminate itself. It is simply a struggle between "annihilation" and "reconstruction".

So, although he could still be reduced to ashes at any moment, the most dangerous moment was over.

Yu Lian stared proudly at that ray of light. Now, that ray of white light seemed to have turned into blood-red light, as if it had changed from a path of hope into a probing abyss, but it could not shake his mind.

Now, my will is stronger than the pillar that stabilizes the sea!

He remained firmly anchored at the core of his self-awareness, guiding his body, which was a stream of information, to drift with the turbulent currents, yet maintaining inner stability and unity.

He was like a slippery fish, darting through torrents powerful enough to shatter stars. Although it was extremely dangerous and constantly consumed enormous spiritual energy and mental strength, he always managed to stay away from the decomposition and annihilation of information.

On the scales of fate, he is heading towards "life".

However, besides the bizarre color changes and distorted spatial laws, some indescribable yet gentle and soothing whispers also echoed in his mind.

Yes, those voices came from an unknown source, yet they seemed to be filled with holiness and motherhood.

They seem to be gods from another universe, bestowing upon me endless happiness and well-being.

In a fleeting moment, or perhaps millennia, he felt as if he had experienced countless lives and reincarnations. He sprouted underwater, witnessed the birth of life, from the cries of an infant to the troubles of adolescence, and then embarked on different paths in life.

He experienced countless small but real moments of happiness in his life.

Yu Lian remained unmoved.

He experienced countless cruel lives of displacement, each time being completely crushed by a mountain formed from a grain of sand in the era.

Yu Lian remained unmoved.

All of the above flashed through his senses like a revolving lantern, but did not cause the slightest ripple in his mind.

"Now, my heart is colder than a black hole!" he muttered to himself, his gaze fixed proudly on the sliver of red light. If the emperor could sense his mockery, that would be for the best.

Finally, those seductive whispers completely vanished from his senses. Yu Lian heard the clanging of metal once more.

He could even smell the flames of conflict burning within him.

Great, his sense of smell has returned. Like I said before, even if it was just a fantasy, he accepted it.

Yu Lian's entire mind and will transformed into a rudder guiding the direction, steering his own body, which was not even a material life, like an arrow released from a bow, straight towards the direction of the music, towards the intersecting gaps in space.

He felt as if he had pierced through an invisible, viscous membrane, and the bizarre and chaotic scene around him dissipated like bubbles.

"This must be the return of tactile sensation," Yu Lian thought. "As for the pain I felt just now, it certainly couldn't be considered pain."

He felt a solid sense of grounding, smelled the wind carrying the scents of earth, grass, and blood across the fields, and saw flames in his field of vision.

Well, this isn't exactly a harmonious world.

But that was enough. Yu Lian successfully escaped the dimensional turbulence, thwarted the emperor's unsportsmanlike sneak attack, and stepped into a relatively stable space!

The sky before him was a suffocating dark red, as if the entire world were enveloped in congealed blood. Below the sky stretched a vast and desolate gray plain, almost without end. The wasteland was covered with withered grass that swayed in the wind, resembling twisted human limbs in the dark red light.

On the more distant grasslands, however, enormous sword shadows were planted everywhere, extending beyond the horizon that Yu Lian could see.

They are deeply embedded in the soil, like towering trees, yet also like blurred tombstones.

Where is the clang of metal in battle?
Yu Lian looked in the direction of the sound and saw that familiar figure.
His snow-white sideburns were slightly disheveled, and his beach shorts and floral shirt had scratches and holes, but his posture was still upright and strong, like that of a young man who was keen on lifting weights.

If it wasn't his mentor Lan Jiufeng, then who else could it be?

At this moment, he was alone with his sword, fighting against five or six blurry figures.

Having sensed Yu Lian's presence, Earth's first "deity" suddenly became interested, his aura soaring, and his sword light suddenly intensified. After a dazzling dance, the blurry figures gradually became clear, only to be dismembered by the endless sword light, turning into a pile of shattered remains.

Their heads rolled to the ground, their unfocused, regretful eyes staring at the newcomer Yu Lian.

They are all Emperor Elithel, both of them in their youth!
They were exactly the same as what Yu Lian had seen in Count Salvin's spiritual treasury in Lumina.

Well, compared to the chaotic space just now, it's hard to say which is more bizarre.

Yu Lian calmed himself down a bit and waved to Lan Jiufeng: "Oh, Master, I'm here."

Master Lan revealed a calm smile, as if he had bumped into his disciple while taking a walk on the street: "Oh, it's Little Eight! I thought it was a rain cloud."

As the eighth member of the Seven Spiritual Researchers, it's reasonable to call him "Little Eight".

Lan Jiufeng sheathed the eight-sided greatsword in his hand, held the sword in one hand and waved the other to pull out a pipe from the void, put it in his mouth and took a deep breath, then exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Sit." He pointed to the ground and sat down cross-legged first.

Yu Lian certainly wouldn't complain that there wasn't even a proper chair here. He even thought about taking out some good wine from his spatial bag to offer to his old man.

Unfortunately, after passing through the spatial turbulence and finding himself in this unknown world, he could feel nothing but himself.

Lan Jiufeng looked Yu Lian over, and after a moment, he nodded with great satisfaction: "Very good, not too much time has passed outside."

Yu Lian asked curiously, "How long have you been here?" "Who knows? It seems like a long time, but it's also just a short while. Discussing time in this kind of world would seem silly," Lan Jiufeng laughed.

Very good, it really is him.

Yu Lian gave his master a rather impolite once-over, making sure the old man was still in good spirits and his emotions were quite natural before he breathed a sigh of relief. However, after observing his surroundings and not sensing any trace of his uncle, his heart sank completely.

"She's here." The master handed the ancient sword he was carrying to Yu Lian.

Yu Lian was slightly taken aback, and immediately felt a pang of heartache. Could it be that his master's wife had already perished, but before that, she had already forged this divine sword with her own blood and sweat?

So, was the story of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie thus re-forged in this cosmic era?
"This is your martial uncle," Lan Jiufeng said again.

Yu Lian was stunned for a moment, then understood what the other party meant, and looked at the seemingly ordinary ancient sword in disbelief: "...This, this is my martial uncle?"

After seeing his master nod, he even wondered for a moment if his old man's brain had really gone mad.

"Is she not human?"

"Of course not," Master laughed. "Since there is a Mechanical Gray Fairy in the world, why can't there be a Divine Sword Plum Fairy?"

That sounds like it makes a lot of sense.

To be fair, the concept of someone like Lady Mei being an incarnation of a sword spirit isn't actually that unusual. However, my uncle is an old-school demigod who has been famous for over half a century, one of the guardian deities of the Blue Star Community, and he also has a large number of "disciples" from powerful and wealthy families. How can he not be human?

I've met Lady Mei once myself. Aside from her lewd way of speaking and the age-preserving skills typical of high-level psychics, she's just a kind and gentle elder. How could she not be human?

"She comes from the era of the Enlightened Ones... Hmm, is she a spirit or a cultivator? I can't really say. More than eighty years ago, I participated in an archaeological excavation of the Enlightened Ones' ruins. I was tricked by my companions and fell into the abyss of the planet. By chance, I obtained this sword."

Yu Lian looked at the ordinary but very East Asian-style sword, then turned to look at Lan Jiufeng.

“At first, all I got was a small piece of jade. Perhaps it sensed my response and transformed into this form,” Master said. “Later, some organizations hidden deep within the ruins were also called upon. Using this divine sword as their bone, they sculpted a physical body, and thus they became Mei Ruohong, your uncle.”

From this perspective, it's understandable why Lady Mei is a sword spirit. Well, it seems my master is indeed receiving protagonist treatment!
However, even without such extraordinary encounters, he would have been a protagonist of this era, transforming from an ordinary psychic into a guardian of the Earth and a grandmaster.

Although Yu Lian found it very strange, considering Xiao Hui's existence, it suddenly made perfect sense. To be fair, he knew that Xiao Hui's true form was actually an aggregation of trillions of nanocells, but when her "body" actually appeared, it was completely indistinguishable from a real person. Even he couldn't sense anything amiss.

Little Grey can even simulate giving birth and possessing psionic abilities, so wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable for him to become a flawless human?
This is probably what makes the relics of the Enlightened One so special.

However, even Little Grey couldn't simulate Gao Huan's psionic skills, but Master's wife—no, Master's uncle—was a true demigod!
During the Seventh Galactic War, she fought against many powerful opponents, yet no one questioned her abilities.

“Of course she cultivated alongside me,” Lan Jiufeng explained. “Since she was a divine sword spirit from the era of the Enlightened Ones, her talent is unimaginable. We explored ruins side by side, honed our skills, fought our enemies together, and eventually founded the Spirit Research Society. The reason I asked you to call her 'Uncle-Master' is to remind you that the Spirit Research Society was created by her and me.”

Indeed, Master's feat of traversing nine thousand light-years with a single sword strike back then was too dazzling, but when it comes to the Spirit Research Association, Master Lan and Lady Mei have always been ranked on equal footing.

Moreover, strictly speaking, Natalia Elinco and Han Dai, the two senior sisters among the Seven Spiritual Scholars, are the ones who call Guan Lan Jiufeng their senior uncles.

If it's referred to as "Master's Wife," then it simply means "Master's wife." That must be what Master meant.

"Then what about my martial aunt now..."

The master exhaled another wisp of purple smoke, faintly tinged with blood, and calmly said, "She naturally knew that my next step was to challenge the emperor, for both myself and the country. So she volunteered to go with me. She said that if I were alone, I would not be a match for the emperor. But if she were with me, perhaps I could surpass the emperor by a little bit."

My senior sister-in-law is absolutely right.

It was only after defeating Duke Sadulan and others in a one-against-three battle that Master finally found the true essence of his own sword intent, thus achieving the supreme peak of "Asura" and becoming the Star Sword Master.

However, this only lasted for less than a year.

The emperor has been in this position for over two hundred years.

“Your martial aunt said that her origins are special, making it difficult for her to challenge the side of truth. This is because she has bound herself to a human body. She said that she also wants to find her own path. Naturally, I could not object. So, we entered the Dragon Palace and engaged in a decisive battle with the emperor. She voluntarily sacrificed her own body, transforming it back into this sword. I poured all my life's learning into one sword strike and shattered that person's body.”

Although the old man spoke calmly, Yu Lian was deeply moved and wished he could be there to witness the decisive battle.

Lan Jiufeng continued, "I originally thought I had won, but that guy's spirit materialized from his wrecked body and used a spatial singularity technique to banish me on the spot. Oh dear, if it weren't for your uncle still being there, I would have been lost in that strange spatial turbulence."

Yu Lian said with great interest, "Just now, I experienced the journey from the underwater sprouting stage to many happy lives. You, sir..."

"Oh, I saw that you had seven children with your master's uncle. Adding that to the seven disciples you had before, you can form two sets of the Big Dipper Formation, one positive and one negative."

So I guess I'm just there to make up the numbers.

“You’re not in the formation,” the master said. “Even if you were, you’d be the one standing in the center, at the core of the formation.”

Yu Lian thought, "I'll just believe that for now."

"The song I wrote for Goodnight Kittens topped the Galaxy Chart for three months!"

"It truly is Final Fantasy." Yu Lian nodded, looking very distressed.

"As expected! Asuras like me, who focus too much on physical cultivation but struggle to cultivate their primordial spirit, will inevitably encounter some setbacks when faced with these methods." Master shrugged.

"Uncle-Master, over here..."

"Her primordial spirit is still there, of course, but I can only sense it occasionally. To transform back into human form, she may need some other opportunities. But it doesn't matter, I am already a true god, and I still have two hundred years to spare." Lan Jiufeng was very open-minded and seemed to take everything lightly: "Since things have come to this, let's deal with the empire first and then talk about other things."

He casually tapped his pipe on the ground: "So, disciple, how is it outside?"

"Disciple has already stormed into the Heavenly Realm, and the ladies are besieging the Emperor," Yu Lian said proudly.

Who is besieging the emperor?

"Girls!"

"how about you?"

"Just like you, I've come in."

The master and apprentice looked at each other for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.