Alien Hotel.

Chapter 461 Reunion on a Dead End

In fact, Yu Sheng also knew that the "Star Guardian" position that the two old men had arranged for him was really just a title. He was quite self-aware. He usually took care of the family members, which was always chaotic. If he were to become a planetary defense commander, he would have a hard time figuring out the job manual. He knew this, and Yuan Ling and Yuan Hao probably knew it too.

But even just this "title" is beneficial to everyone.

With the people of Shuji at ease, the Taixu Lingshu is spared the problem of arranging a new star to guard a planet severely polluted by angels. As for life... his "occupation" of Shuji thus acquires a certain "legitimacy".

After that, Yu Sheng talked a lot with Yuan Ling and Yuan Hao about "Star Guardians". He mainly wanted to understand what "Star Guardians" actually did under "normal circumstances".

Yuanhao's main point was that this whole thing was abnormal, and the so-called normal situation was completely irrelevant...

However, he and Yuanling still shared a lot of common knowledge about "Star Guardians" with Yu Sheng to satisfy the latter's curiosity.

Yu Sheng roughly summarized that, switching his perspective to that of a "planetary body," he realized that his main tasks were to eat well, sleep well, and stay healthy, maintaining a healthy body and mindset, and trying not to turn over (as this could cause an earthquake). If he really had to turn over, he would have to let the people on the planet know...

Also, remember to block if a meteorite hits your head.

On the way back from Queyun Palace to Guanyun Terrace, Eileen clung to Yu Sheng's shoulder and exclaimed in amazement, "So, you offended their planet, and they even gave you an official position?"

“That’s a very harsh way of putting it. What do you mean by ‘mao’? Essentially, I just ‘lived’ in the garrison, only a little deeper than the average person,” Yu Sheng waved his hand. “Considering that I couldn’t move out, they gave me a long-term residence permit.”

"Shouldn't they pay you?" Eileen blinked. "Shouldn't 'Star Guardians' get a salary?"

Yu Sheng's forehead was covered in sweat: "I really hadn't thought of that... But from what Yuan Ling said, the main benefit of being a Star Guardian is to take a small portion of the planet's output as 'cultivation resources'—but I don't need that stuff. Besides... my situation is unprecedented in the entire Feiyu Starfield, and I reckon the Taixu Spiritual Pivot will need to study it for a while before they can figure out how to proceed."

Eileen thought for a moment and nodded: "Oh, that's true."

Yu Sheng likes the little doll's attitude of not seeking to understand life in depth—it reveals a kind of temperament where the brain is full of water just to make a sound when walking, which is very dashing.

Just as he was thinking this to himself, Luna, who was walking beside him, suddenly paused and stopped in her tracks.

There even seemed to be a clicking sound coming from inside the Saintess's body.

Yu Sheng immediately stopped as well, turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Eileen turned her head and said, "Your C-shaped buckle is acting up again? Your brain isn't working very well, I'm telling you..."

Luna ignored Eileen's provocation this time. She simply stood there, tilting her head in apparent confusion, before her gaze fell on Yu Sheng: "The Fire Cathedral has visitors."

For the first few seconds, Yu Sheng didn't even realize what the saintess was saying.

After a moment, he realized what Luna meant: "...Huh?!"

……

Passing through the "No Return" path is the final refuge for lost souls.

In the depths of the wilderness, which seemed to have lost its color and had a dim texture, the magnificent cathedral stood silently between heaven and earth.

Silent as a tomb, solemn as death, the black walls stretch out to both sides of the field of vision, with sharp lines evenly distributed on them, pointing to the sky like sharp blades. Nameless tall grasses sway gently in the wind in the open field outside the church, making a soft rustling sound that seems to lull the soul to sleep. The towering towers overlook the wasteland from within the high walls, like a forest of majestic tombstones in the dim light of the sky—and among those towers are the main building and bell tower of the church.

A low, peaceful melody emanated from the main building, but upon closer listening, it was not music played by a person, but rather the sound of a sobbing wind blowing through the meticulously arranged towers, creating a resonance between the spires and corridors.

An old man, who had just completed a long journey, arrived at this magnificent and strange building, holding the sleeping crystal seed in his arms, and looked up at the dark and heavy door in front of him.

The gate was decorated with a simple triangular emblem, and nothing else.

"An unfamiliar building... It seems to have a style reminiscent of Algeria? But not quite..."

The old man muttered to himself, but found no trace of human habitation around the magnificent church—he couldn't help but wonder how a building of this scale could have been built out of thin air in this wasteland.

"This world after death... is really quite interesting. There are no soul-collecting messengers, but there is a foreign temple standing between heaven and earth."

As he spoke, he shook his head with a smile, then stepped forward and gently knocked on the church door.

The heavy-looking door opened silently. Before them was a path shrouded in a thin mist, flanked by exquisite flowerbeds and nurseries filled with nameless, dull-colored flowers and grasses, creating a paradoxical sense of both "lush and verdant" and "lifeless."

Further on, across the path, lies the main building of the church, where a large door slowly opens in the thin mist.

Guided by a silent inner voice, the old man did not hesitate or fear the slightest despite the somewhat eerie atmosphere around him. He stepped into the spacious hall that resembled a pulpit—pale curtains hung from the dome between towering black pillars, cold flames flickered silently on ornate standing candlesticks, and at the end of rows of empty seats stood a blonde girl.

The girl had golden hair that cascaded down her back, and she was clad in armor with a long sword that gleamed with holy light hanging at her waist.

Upon seeing the old man enter the hall, the girl's expression clearly showed a hint of surprise, but she immediately suppressed this change in expression.

But the old man noticed her fleeting and subtle expression.

"Young lady, do you recognize me?" The old man stepped forward and asked the girl with his hands clasped in greeting.

Although the other person looked very young, he dared not show any contempt, because he clearly remembered that he had died, so this must be the afterlife—when a person dies, all their achievements are gone, and all the glory in life is probably worthless in the afterlife. The girl guarding the church in front of him, no matter what her background was, had at least arrived here before him, so she should be somewhat polite.

"Wait a moment, I've already informed the master. There are plenty of chairs here, find a place to sit," the girl said quickly, her lively tone contrasting sharply with her imposing and heroic appearance. "Also, how did you get here? The master said you had already... but that seems reasonable."

"So, have you been wandering around the wilderness the whole time? The knight reported that there seemed to be a 'shadow' flickering by the big campfire. Was that you? You've been searching all this way? That's impressive."

"Hmm? Are you carrying something else? I saw another thing that was both inanimate and alive..."

The old man hadn't even had time to react before the young woman had rattled off a whole bunch of things to him. Then she stepped down from the platform, circled him curiously, and stroked her chin, nodding thoughtfully as she said, "Hmm, I see, I completely understand now..."

No, what has she understood?

A huge question arose in the old man's mind, but just as he was about to speak, he suddenly sensed an aura appear out of nowhere nearby.

The moment he sensed the presence, he abruptly turned his head to look towards the high platform.

A figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, like a shadow rapidly taking shape in a dream.

"...Fellow Daoist, is that you?!"

Yu Sheng stared blankly at the old man in front of him.

The old man stared at him blankly.

Both of them were stunned for a moment, until another shadow appeared in the air beside them, breaking the silence—

An antique oil painting appeared next to Yu Sheng, and Eileen stared wide-eyed at it: "Ah, old man Yun Qingzi!"

Yun Qingzi blinked, momentarily unsure whether he was alive or dead. After a long pause, he suddenly blurted out, "Fellow Daoist, you too have unfortunately perished?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Sheng nearly choked, but before he could speak, the oil painting beside him began to chatter: "Ah, you mean Yu Sheng? He just died, but that's not so unfortunate..."

"Shut up!" Yu Sheng slapped the picture frame in mid-air, then stared at Yun Qingzi standing not far away. However, having experienced many strange things, he quickly realized what had happened and vaguely guessed what had happened. "So that's what happened... I was still confused when Luna reported to me that someone had entered the cathedral."

He paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then said, "But then again, this is a bit outrageous—being swallowed by a celestial body and iterated over a hundred times, yet still being sent to the shelter as an independent mind... Are all cultivators this mentally strong?"

Yun Qingzi listened blankly, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Fellow Daoist, why don't you explain to me what's going on first—wasn't I dead?"

“Yes, you were dead,” Yu Sheng shrugged, “but it looks like I snatched it away. Let me clarify, I didn’t do it on purpose…”

As Yun Qingzi listened, four words instantly popped into her mind: "Inhuman speech."

But then he remembered the blood rain in Shuji, the unkillable Yu Sheng in the cave, the conversation between life and death above Taixu Lingshu, and... the final bloom at the end of his vague memories.

He suddenly realized that among Yu Sheng's long list of inhuman deeds, "speaking inhumanly" seemed to be the least serious one.

“Come, sit down,” Yu Sheng said, sitting down on a nearby bench. He then beckoned to Yun Qingzi, “We were in a rush last time, but we’ll definitely have enough time this time… How about we talk about our thoughts after death first?”

(End of this chapter)