Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 416 Despair of the Celestials
Just as Yun Canghai and the others were shocked by Liu Shen's abilities, the old dean had already brought Shi An back to Tianren City!
Unlike his previous peaceful visit to relatives with Yunxi, the old dean, though still exuding an aura as deep as an abyss, emanated an invisible majesty from the leader of the most prestigious lineage, instantly making the Celestial Race experts guarding the city gate feel as if they were standing on the edge of an abyss.

The protective runes on the city wall lit up instinctively, but trembled and dimmed slightly when they touched that invisible aura.

The Celestial Realm leader who had been in charge of guarding the area felt as if an invisible hand was clenching his heart, making it difficult to breathe. He didn't even dare to shout as loudly as before, but instead bowed respectfully, his voice trembling with barely concealed fear: "Senior..."

"boom!"

Before the words were even finished, a divine rainbow suddenly appeared within the Celestial City!
In an instant, Qi Tuo reappeared at the city gate, bowing deeply to the old dean with utmost respect: "Qi Tuo greets Senior!"

Qixia and several other high-ranking members of the Celestial Race followed closely behind him, adopting extremely humble postures.

"Okay, let's go inside and talk!"

The old dean nodded slightly, saying nothing more. He simply took Shi An and stepped out, crossing the city gate in one stride, as if space itself had lost its meaning beneath his feet.

Qi Tuo and the others only felt a blur before their eyes, and when they looked again, the two figures were already in front of them, walking unhurriedly towards the core council hall of the Celestial Race.

They dared not delay, quickly suppressing their shock and awe, and hurried after them, their posture respectful, like disciples accompanying them.

Along the way, many Celestial Clan cultivators sensed that aura, though not deliberately ostentatious, was as deep as the sea, causing their souls to tremble instinctively. They all avoided it in horror, stopping and lowering their heads, not daring to look directly at it.

Soon, the group arrived in front of a magnificent hall.

Above the temple gate hangs an ancient plaque with the three large characters "Tianren Hall" written in a powerful and vigorous style, conveying a sense of history and majesty.

"Senior please!"

Qi Tuo stepped aside and respectfully invited the old dean inside.

Seats had already been prepared inside the hall, with the main seat on the left side vacant, clearly reserved for the old dean.

In addition, the central position is also empty.

Only the high-ranking members of the Celestial Race, seated on the right, rose to greet him, their expressions a mixture of awe and trepidation.

The old dean did not refuse and went straight to the main seat on the left to sit down.

Shi An followed closely behind and took his seat below him.

After everyone was seated, Qi Tuo cautiously asked, "I wonder if there is anything that requires the Celestial Race's assistance, Senior?"

The old dean, with a profound gaze, slowly spoke: "The dramatic changes in the Three Thousand Continents are something you have all heard about."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall tensed up.

Among them, the Celestial God Qixia sighed softly and said, "Senior, are you referring to the matter of the willow tree suppressing the Immortal Palace, the Underworld, and other forces? This matter has indeed shaken the Upper Realm, and we have only just received the news."

"Exactly."

Seeing that the other party had already heard, the old dean did not waste any more words and immediately replied, "After this battle, the格局 (geju, a term referring to the overall situation or structure) of the Three Thousand Continents will definitely be reshuffled. As a major clan in the Upper Realm, the Celestial Race needs to make plans as soon as possible, especially after your protector is gone."

That's right. Although the beginning of the story is different from the original, the ending is also different, but some parts are still the same.

The old celestial being with bull horns from the Celestial Race also participated in that battle and even boasted that he would take Qi Daolin's life.

Ultimately, as expected, the mere guardian of the Void Dao Realm couldn't even withstand a single blow from the unleashed power of the Willow God and perished without a trace.

This is one of the reasons why the old dean took the initiative to come to the Celestial Race.

After all, his disciple's wife was from the Celestial Race, and today the human protector was gone, and the old Celestial was in the borderlands. Naturally, he had to come and look after her to prevent the Celestial Race from falling into internal strife due to the lack of a leader, and from being taken advantage of by other forces. Before the old dean finished speaking, the hall was already deathly silent.

The Bull Horned Guardian, the last Celestial Race leader capable of suppressing the deepest secrets of the sect, also perished in that battle?!

Qixia Celestial God's fingertips trembled, and the spiritual tea in the cup spilled out, but no one dared to touch it.

Qi Tuo's face turned deathly pale, as if his spine had been removed, and he instantly hunched over.

"Senior...is this really true?"

His voice trembled, and he even forgot to use honorifics.

The old dean did not answer, but simply raised his hand and gently brushed it aside.

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, the void transformed into a mirror, revealing a fragmented scene.

Above, the starry sky shattered, a blood-stained bull horn lay horizontally, all runes vanished, and the surrounding tens of thousands of miles turned into chaos. A towering willow tree could be vaguely seen, its branches drooping, leaves fluttering. With a gentle tremor, it cleaved a roaring, ten-thousand-foot-tall golden bull in two…
The scene stopped abruptly.

But that final scene was deeply etched into everyone's soul. Even the Old Celestial with Ox Horns didn't have time to self-destruct before a golden willow leaf pierced his brow, annihilating his primordial spirit!

"Boom!"

The Celestial God of Qixia's knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.

The other high-ranking members of the Celestial Race inside the hall also looked ashen-faced, as if they had lost their parents.

Seeing this, the old dean casually put away the light and shadow, his tone as calm as if he were stating an ordinary little matter: "After this battle, all those who participated, including the Immortal Palace, the Underworld, the Sword Valley, and others, were not spared."

The hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The final scene in the void mirror screen was a bull's horns shattered, a golden bull severed from its head, and a willow leaf piercing and destroying the primordial spirit. Like the coldest chains of the Dao, it tightly gripped the souls of every Celestial Race powerhouse present, making them feel icy cold all over, and even their thoughts were almost frozen.

The protector of the Dao, their only publicly acknowledged leader-level being among the Celestial Race, actually...
Fallen!
And it fell so easily, like a blade of grass, not even having the right to struggle before that willow tree.

"Thump... Thump..."

With several soft thuds, not only Qixia, but several other high-ranking officials in the hall could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen, their eyes filled with despair and fear.

Although Qi Tuo did not kneel down, he swayed and had to hold onto the jade pillar beside him to stand up. His lips trembled, but he could not utter a single word.

Is the Celestial Race's greatest asset gone just like that?

What should the Celestial Race do next?

With the protector gone and the ancestor far away in the desolate frontier, how should the Celestial Race deal with the turbulent Three Thousand Continents, surrounded by wolves?

Qi Tuo and the others knew very well that they, as Heavenly Gods, could not protect the vast Celestial Race. Even with a treasure like Celestial City, they could only protect one city at most.

As for waiting for the return of the Heavenly Emperor...

Not to mention the current turmoil in the borderlands, where a crisis could erupt at any moment, even if the Celestial Being could return in time, how much of the storm could he withstand alone amidst the upheavals in the Three Thousand Continents?

You must know, even immortals have perished this time!

(End of this chapter)