Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 287 - Two Hundred and Fourteen: Calamity

Chapter 287: Chapter Two Hundred and Fourteen: Calamity

The quiet study was elegant and simple.

"For... the human race?"

Feng Jiuxuan’s voice was flat, yet it clearly conveyed his disdain for these words.

Old Man Luo was indifferent to his tone and said,

"Yes, the Jiatiange was established initially for the continuation of the human race.

"At least in my generation, the Jiatiange’s original purpose was still preserved. Although internal power struggles were fierce, at least when the great calamity with the "异鬼" arrived, it was a case of ’if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold,’ but in the end, Jiatiange bore the weight of nearly half of the human race’s sky."

"Of course,

"Whether their original purpose has changed now, I do not know. After all, only by surviving and becoming stronger can we discuss our initial ideals, right?"

At this point,

Old Man Luo chuckled nonchalantly and continued,

"I think you, Prime Minister Xu, should know what it means when the Heaven’s Watchtower Master cannot see the future, right?"

Xu Yinhè pondered for a moment:

"I know. When I was young, I found some ancient texts about Jiatiange in some secret realms."

Old Man Luo, with the appearance of a scholarly soul, showed a warm and elegant smile:

"If that’s the case, then I will not explain any further."

Xu Yinhè ran his fingertips lightly over the hard edge of the memorial document, his voice deep and heavy:

"So, what you’re saying, elder, is that my next actions will lead to a calamity?"

He knew that what he and Li Yaoxuan were about to do would lead to the death of many people.

Many innocent people would be displaced, countless once-happy families would be plunged into disaster.

But a calamity...

The so-called calamity often means that, with the slightest carelessness, the human race of the world would be decimated, with nine out of ten households empty.

Old Man Luo raised his hand and touched his chin, denying:

"Not necessarily, the descriptions of calamities within Jiatiange are many, but broadly they all come down to conflicts between species."

Xu Yinhè suddenly stopped his motions, and the atmosphere in the room instantly solidified:

"Conflicts between species?"

Old Man Luo spoke leisurely:

"Jiatiange has been around for a long time. The ancient texts in the scripture pavilion have been interrupted by calamities several times. However, the calamities on record are generally other races wanting to conquer the Central Lands for living space."

"Other species huh..."

Xu Yinhè’s eyes narrowed, and he tapped the open memorial document with his index finger: "The Ancient Abyss?"

The only significant threat from the surrounding species was the Ancient Abyss.

It’s a simple logic,

The Great Desert and the lands of the Barbarian Tribes are barren, with harsh climates, incapable of supporting the rise of a powerful group.

But the Demon Race of the Ancient Abyss is different. They not only occupy the vast canyon of the Ancient Abyss but also own the sprawling Wanxing Mountain Range that stretches for a hundred thousand miles as their personal domain.

It’s just that they also aren’t very united internally; their various factions are in constant conflict. If it weren’t for their shared vision of residing in the Central Lands, it could basically be described as a miniature Dayan Empire.

"I don’t know about that."

Faced with this question, Old Man Luo was straightforward: "Actually, this thing called ’calamity’ is dangerous, but it is also influenced by some individual factors."

Xu Yinhè looked up, his eyes serious:

"What do you mean by that?"

Old Man Luo explained with a smile:

"The calamity caused by the Enchantress Divine Sakura Tree twenty thousand years ago could have swept across the world, but because of the tree spirit herself, it ended up being confined within the Qionghua Secret Realm."

"......" Xu Yinhè did not understand, but Feng Jiuxuan beside him suddenly murmured:

"The Enchantress Divine Sakura Tree, Qionghua Secret Realm?"

His elongated eyes flashed with thought, an odd look in his gaze: "So that’s how it is..."

Xu Yinhè turned to look at Feng Jiuxuan:

"You have a discovery?"

"Some."

Feng Jiuxuan nodded, a trace of recollection in his eyes......

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The Dome Palace was filled with an ethereal fairy aura.

Two white figures waltzed through the remnants of the ancient protective formations as though entering a land with no others.

Among the vast palace complex, aside from the damage caused by the young ones, and the decay due to time, most areas still maintained the appearance from ten thousand years ago.

Feng Jiuxuan, in white robes, and Tian Yuan in a fluttering court dress, walked side by side, each aware of the tremendous pressure from the cultivation techniques they were operating.

In terms used by Cang Yuan, two level 120 characters were tackling an 85-level dungeon; the greatest threat could only be each other.

Cooperation did not rule out the possibility of conflict.

Upon reaching the deepest part of the secret realm.

Feng Jiuxuan glanced sidelong at the white-robed, masked woman, her expression indifferent:

"It seems that your disciple’s information was also not accurate."

The grand hall was empty; no skeletons lay there, nor was there any Sumeru Ring.

Tian Yuan did not show much emotion in response, meeting Feng Jiuxuan’s gaze:

"That was from twenty thousand years ago. Who knows how many changes have occurred since then, and how many people have come to explore? All these are unknowns."

Feng Jiuxuan was concise in his analysis:

"The Enchantress Divine Sakura Tree was still alive when Changtian came here; it would not have been taken by an outsider."

"......"

Tian Yuan fell silent, her golden eyes glowing with a divine light.

Feng Jiuxuan simply watched her quietly.

But it seemed Tian Yuan was engaged in deducing and investigating.

A tea’s time later,

Tian Yuan’s tall figure suddenly rose off the ground, her snowy, elaborate skirt drifting without wind, the veil lifting to reveal her stunningly beautiful face, now visible yet elusive.

Feng Jiuxuan stood with his sword, silently watching her.

The next moment,

"Boom——"

The entire Qiong Hua Hall began to shake, the surviving formations activated and were instantly shattered.

The stable structure of the grand hall seemed to be enveloped by some immense force, starting to tremble and, ultimately unable to bear the burden, began to crumble slowly.