Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood-Chapter 2072 - 1023: The Old Monster Who Has Lived Over 100,000 Years! (Part 2)

Chapter 2072: Chapter 1023: The Old Monster Who Has Lived Over 100,000 Years! (Part 2)

"Beyond the Star Gate lies the Holy Land of our clan."

"Those not destined cannot enter."

The Guardian’s voice remained calm.

"The chosen one?"

Luo Qingchen was taken aback.

"What is the chosen one?"

The Guardian’s faceless visage turned towards Luo Qingchen.

No, to be precise, it turned towards Bai Ling’er in his arms and the Star Map bronze disc on his chest.

"Bearing the True Dragon Bloodline, wielding the Star Mark, holding the key to the Star Map."

"Thou art the one foretold in the prophecy."

This answer made Luo Qingchen’s heart suddenly relax.

It seemed he had found the right place.

"Since I am the chosen one, why am I still not allowed in?"

He asked with some confusion.

"The prophecy only states the chosen one will come."

"But it does not say whether your character is worthy of this destiny."

For the first time, the Guardian’s voice carried a trace of scrutiny.

"To enter the Star Gate, thou must pass my trials."

"Trials?"

Luo Qingchen furrowed his brows.

"What trials?"

"Three trials."

The Guardian’s voice was concise.

"Question the heart, question the path, question the strength."

"Only those who pass all three trials are qualified to enter the Holy Land, bearing... the hope of our clan."

"I understand."

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath.

It seemed that entering the Star Gate was not as simple as he had imagined.

However, at this point, he had no way out.

"Alright."

He looked at the Guardian in front of him, his eyes becoming incredibly resolute.

"I accept your challenge."

"Good."

The Guardian slowly nodded.

"Then, the first trial, question the heart."

"Now, begin."

As soon as the words fell.

Luo Qingchen felt a blur before his eyes.

The surrounding scenery underwent an earth-shattering change instantly.

The grand altar, the towering giant pillars, the dazzling Star Gate, all vanished.

In their place was a scene he was incredibly familiar with, filled with the modern ambiance of a city at night.

Skyscrapers stood tall, traffic flowed ceaselessly, neon lights flickered.

And he stood at the crossroads of a bustling commercial street.

Around him was a bustling crowd, dressed like him, with yellow skin and black eyes.

"This... is..."

Luo Qingchen was completely stunned by the completely familiar yet unfamiliar scene before him.

This was...

Earth?

I...

Have I returned?

Returned?

Have I really returned?

Luo Qingchen’s mind went blank.

He could not believe what he saw.

Looking at the familiar, block-like characters.

Looking at the endless flow of iron boxes called "cars."

Looking at those around him, speaking in Mandarin like his fellow countrymen.

A feeling intensely named "unreal" overwhelmed him instantly.

He instinctively raised his hand.

It was a pair of fair, long, and well-defined hands.

But he felt no strength at all.

He tried to mobilize his internal Spiritual Power.

Empty.

Nothing at all.

No Chaotic Power, no Star Force, much less the Nascent Soul that had just formed.

He had turned into an utterly ordinary, helpless... mortal.

"How could this be?"

Luo Qingchen’s heart panicked suddenly.

He remembered.

The trial!

This is the Guardian’s first trial! To question the heart!

All of this was an Illusion Realm!

Yes, it must be an Illusion Realm!

Luo Qingchen repeatedly told himself in his heart.

However, everything before his eyes was so real.

Real to the point that he could not find any flaw.

He could smell the enticing aroma from street food stalls by the roadside.

He could hear the popular music playing at the distant shopping mall.

He could feel the slightly cool sensation of the evening breeze brushing against his cheek.

If this is also an Illusion Realm.

Then this Illusion Realm is too frightening.

"Young man, please move aside."

An aged voice sounded beside him.

Luo Qingchen snapped back to reality and found that he was blocking the way of an old man selling candied hawthorns in front of him.

He instinctively stepped back two steps.

"I’m sorry, sir."

"It’s nothing."

The old man smiled kindly at him, then pushed his cart and walked away slowly.

Luo Qingchen watched the old man’s back, and the turmoil in his heart intensified.

He began to doubt himself.

Perhaps...

Perhaps all of that before, cultivation, the Star Realm, battles, escapes...

All of that, was just a dream?

A dream that was incredibly long, yet real.

Now, the dream was over.

He was finally home.

Once this thought emerged, it was like wild grass growing uncontrollably.

Yeah!

It must be like this!

Otherwise, how to explain all this stunning reality before him?

A surge of joy flooded Luo Qingchen’s heart.

He was back!

He was finally back!

He could see his parents again!

He could live that peaceful and stable life he had always dreamt of!

He no longer had to fight, kill, or be killed.

No longer did he have to live on the edge of life and death every day.

"This is just so good..."

Luo Qingchen’s eyes welled up with tears.

He ran aimlessly through this bustling city, laughing like a headless fly.

He greedily breathed in every breath of the air filled with a "modern" scent here.

He felt like he was the happiest person in the world.

However.

As he laughed, his steps gradually slowed.

The smile on his face also slowly froze.

Because he remembered two people.

Lin Wan’er.

Su Xiaowan.

If here was reality.

Then where were they?

Were they still trapped in that place called the "Ancient Star Ruins"?

Were they still anxiously waiting for him there?

A cruel choice lay before Luo Qingchen.

If he stayed here, he could have everything he had dreamed of.

Family, loved ones, a stable life.

But the price was, he had to forever abandon the two who had once shared life and death, never leaving or forsaking him.

Let them fend for themselves in that cold, unknown Star Realm.

If he chose to go back.

Then everything before him, what he longed for and cherished, would vanish into bubbles.

He would have to return to that world filled with slaughter and danger.

Continuing to struggle for survival for a slim hope.

How to choose?

Just how should he choose?

Luo Qingchen’s heart fell into an unprecedented inner conflict.

He painfully held his head, crouching on the ground.

Just at this moment.

The scene before his eyes changed again.

The bustling city disappeared.

In its place were two starkly different doors.

One door was made entirely of warm white light.

Behind the door was the home he longed for day and night.

His parents were standing at the doorway looking at him lovingly, beckoning him.

"Qingchen, come back, Mom and Dad miss you."

The other door was composed of cold black mist.

Behind the door was the cold, desolate starry sky.

Lin Wan’er and Su Xiaowan stood back to back, surrounded by countless ferocious Demonic Cultivators.

They were covered in wounds, their Spiritual Power exhausted.

Their eyes were filled with despair.

They also looked at him, issuing a final call for help.

"Brother Luo... save me..."

"Choose."

That grand, Guardian-like voice resounded once again.

"Choose your path."

"Will you choose the comfort of reality, or the harshness of responsibility?"

"You have only one chance."

Luo Qingchen slowly stood straight.

He looked at the two doors before him, his gaze becoming incredibly complex.

On one side was family, comfort, home.

On the other side were friendship, responsibility, duty.

This was simply an unsolvable dilemma.

No matter which side he chose, it meant betraying the other.

His heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible giant hand, hurting unbearably.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Behind the Light Gate, his parents’ calls grew increasingly urgent.

Behind the black mist door, the situation of the two women also became increasingly perilous.

Luo Qingchen’s forehead seeped with fine beads of sweat.

His fists clenched and unclenched.

Unclenched and clenched again.

Finally.

He seemed to make a certain decision.