Longevity Martial Arts: I have a Mysterious Water Snake Avatar-Chapter 695 - 478: I Really Want to Keep Going...

Outside the Dream World.

In the Southern Border Divine Continent.

At the Ji Clan Butterfly Garden.

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint pressed her hands together, praying to heaven and earth. Her beautiful brows were tightly knitted, her pretty face etched with worry.

A moment later, she raised her head and gazed toward the image screen in the sky above. Within it was a clear blue sky with white clouds, a peaceful scene, empty of anything else. That screen depicted a very ordinary region within the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent. It was from there that Hua Menghuang and Shang Yaoqin had entered the Dream World.

Whoever emerged victorious would carry the hopes of thousands, become the Human Race Destiny, and bear the great responsibility—symbolized by a great cauldron—of opposing the Demon Clan's Destiny at Xuan Guangqiao. At the same time, it meant the other would perish, fading from the world!

It wasn't that they didn't want to observe the events within the Dream World; it was simply that such events were beyond their ability to perceive.

"Menghuang..." The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint's eyes filled with sorrow, her anxiety palpable.

Even when she had faced her tribulation for Saint Achievement and Immortal Transcending, she hadn't been this worried. Back then, her thought had been that succeeding would be ideal, but failing would also be acceptable.

But now it was different! Now, the outcome would determine not only victory or defeat but also life and death!

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint truly regarded Hua Menghuang, her disciple, as her own first child, nurturing her and providing everything she could. She wished she could give everything she possessed to Hua Menghuang! Otherwise, how could Hua Menghuang have so easily come into contact with ancient Emperor Scriptures like the Azure Lotus Emperor Scripture? Simply by virtue of her status as a Great Dream Seed? Wishful thinking. The Southern Border Divine Continent had more than just Hua Menghuang as a Great Dream Seed!

Inside the stone pavilion, the fragrance of tea gradually dissipated, and the three teacups on the table grew cold.

Seeing the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint in such distress, Hong Yuan felt a pang of sympathy. Humans aren't unfeeling like plants or stones; how could they be devoid of emotion? Hong Yuan was not a man devoid of emotion; he was simply very clear about what he needed and what he didn't. He was never stingy in expressing his feelings. However, those who could truly enter his heart were few and far between.

The Butterfly Sword Martial Saint was one of them. Hong Yuan was willing to make some effort for her.

I've already attained the title of Dream Tao Master. There's no need to continue this Destiny Competition, right? They should be able to come back alive…

Thinking this, Hong Yuan instead pulled the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint into his arms, letting her rest against his chest as he gently patted her shoulder.

Hong Yuan comforted her, "You've done the best you could; the rest of the journey will be up to Menghuang herself…"

"The rest of the journey will be up to Menghuang herself?" the Butterfly Sword Martial Saint murmured, lowering her gaze as tears streamed down her face. She felt that what she had done wasn't enough, far from enough. She was terrified that Hua Menghuang would perish, disappearing from the world forever…

「On the other side.」

In the Eastern Wilderness Divine Continent.

White cranes fluttered, soaring leisurely through the sky, their graceful forms on display. A gentle breeze swept into Phoenix Creek's main peak, causing the Phoenix Creek Flowers to sway. The bright sun shone high above, its warm light bathing the crowd gathered there.

Hong Yuan, Ye Zhuyin, Qiu Wuxi, Lin Bu Jing, Long Zhandu, and others walked out of the Phoenix Creek Sect's Grand Hall. All faced the sun, gazing at the azure light screen in the sky.

Their expressions varied—some showed worry, others hope, and some nervousness. Though their emotions differed, one thing united them: their intense anticipation. They were all praying it would be Shang Yaoqin who emerged from the Dream World!

If Hua Menghuang appeared, the Sect Alliance would crumble; its members would either have to pledge allegiance to her or move their Tao Heritage far from the Eastern Wilderness.

If Shang Yaoqin appeared, the Sect Alliance would capture the world's attention. The Mythical Sound Pavilion would become a contemporary Holy Land, and the Tao Heritages of sects like the Phoenix Creek Sect, Dragon Flame Sect, and Qinglu Taoist Temple would also rise in prominence.

Moreover, the various Heavenly Talents of Martial Arts could leverage this great momentum, as if they had obtained a priceless treasure, to directly attempt to break through to the Saint Realm, their chances of success increasing by at least thirty percent!

"Go, Yaoqin!" Qiu Wuxi's hands beneath her red robe clenched into tight fists.

She and Ye Zhuyin had many ideological disputes and frequent conflicts, but she genuinely cared for Shang Yaoqin, her junior.

"Shang Yaoqin, don't disappoint me. I must, I absolutely must become a Slave Tao Saint…" Long Zhandu's temples were gray, his eyes reflecting the vicissitudes of life, yet his original aspiration remained steadfast.

On his journey, he had become the sole remaining member of the Eagle Controlling Peak lineage. His younger martial brother Xu Haisheng had perished, and his younger martial sister Xiao Youjun had also passed away. To achieve sainthood in the Slave Tao, Long Zhandu had sacrificed far, far too much…

The survivor might become a Dream Tao Saint and simultaneously attain the realm of Dream Tao Master? Hmph, so what! Lin Bu Jing listened to Elder Dan's speculation within his spiritual sea, still clinging fiercely to his philosophy: "I don't believe in destiny, only in myself."

If destiny was truly predetermined, if fate was an undeniable force, then he, Lin Bu Jing, would never have escaped that small corner of Maple Leaf City. He would have remained that fallen genius! Nor would he have had the chance to challenge Hong Yuan, the Supreme Talent of the Phoenix Creek Sect!!

Thinking this, Lin Bu Jing desperately wanted to glance to his left, but he forcibly suppressed the urge. Because doing so would mean antagonizing both Hong Yuan and Shang Yaoqin!

Hong Yuan and Ye Zhuyin were standing there.

"May the Dragon Sun Emperor bless Yaoqin…" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"May the Azure Lotus Heavenly Emperor bless Yaoqin…"

"..."

"If Yaoqin returns safely, I will worship You day and night."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Zhuyin knelt on the ground. She kowtowed repeatedly on the bluestone floor, praying to the nine Great Emperors of the Human Race. Her dark hair was disheveled, and blood stained the ground where her forehead struck.