Light Fortress
Chapter 700 - 197: The Tides of the Era (Large - )_3

Chapter 700: Chapter 197: The Tides of the Era (Large Chapter)_3

Behind Du Wei, there were several other Transcendents guarding the entrance to the cemetery, each one visibly agitated; due to their duties and status, they could only watch from afar.

This incident at the cemetery could be considered the greatest catastrophe Changye had encountered in nearly a hundred years.

Mr. Gu Shen single-handedly saved many lives.

Transcendents from the three institutions and five major houses all benefited from this "blessing" and spread the tales about what happened within the Great Cold Disaster Realm after leaving the cemetery.

"Brother Gu, now... you are indeed a hero of Changye."

Du Wei took a deep breath and said with a smile, "It’s very difficult for many people to meet with you. Being able to shake hands and chat with you in front of my colleagues is indeed an honor and a shared glory."

Gu Shen also smiled.

But in fact, he felt quite reflective... not long ago, he was still living reclusively among the city folks of Changye, focusing on cultivation as an onlooker.

Yet, a sudden gust of wind, in just one night, had lifted him to the pinnacle of the secular tide.

To this position.

Such is the nature of time and fate.

Thus, he did not put on a false display of modesty, saying things like it was all luck or by chance. Instead, he sincerely said, "Brother Du need not be so courteous. No matter when, you and I are friends. It was so before this night and will remain so after."

Du Wei was taken aback.

He clasped his hands together and earnestly said, word by word, "Brother Gu, from the bottom of my heart, I hope you continue to rise to even greater heights."

Gu Shen smiled once again.

He took out an item from his bosom and said softly, "I bother you, Brother Du, to return this item to Elder Zhou Wei... This is a sealed object given to me by Elder Zhou before entering the mausoleum. Having left the mausoleum safely, it seems fitting to return it."

It was a wolf hairbrush, wrapped in specially crafted rice paper.

A communication sealing object, "Million Miles."

This was a precious A-grade sealed object... A chill went through Du Wei’s heart, and he quickly took it with both hands.

"Also... there won’t be any problems if I enter the mausoleum now, right?"

Gu Shen looked up, gazing toward the entrance of the cemetery.

"Of course, there’s no problem," Du Wei said with a smile.

Qingzhong Cemetery was, after all, the residence of Master Qianye.

Gu Shen and Chu Ling were disciples of Master Qianye.

While other people would require the Security Committee’s consideration before entering, for Gu Shen and Chu Ling... the Transcendents of the committee would naturally not obstruct them.

...

...

Inside the cemetery, it was ruined and desolate.

Seeing the damaged array patterns everywhere, Gu Shen’s expression was somewhat bleak.

Of course, he wasn’t grieving over these array patterns that had been damaged during the Divine War.

From the moment he stepped into the cemetery, he couldn’t help but reminisce upon seeing these objects.

Seeing these array patterns, Gu Shen was reminded of Master Qianye, who had taught him the art of array patterns.

The departed are gone.

He entered the mausoleum this time to retrieve the three letters left by Mr. Gu Changzhi.

The mist inside the inner mausoleum had mostly dissipated.

The mystical veil that once shrouded the small mountain was blown away by the cold wind, never to return to what it once was.

As for the peaks and ranges of the small mountains within, parts had been destroyed during the Divine War...

Stepping into the inner mausoleum, there was no Four Seasons Wilderness, nor was there a flower cat-masked lady sitting upside down on a tree.

The walls inside the inner mausoleum were empty.

The sound of the wind howled, echoing back and forth.

At the spot Mr. Gu Changzhi had told him about, Gu Shen found a pit in the ground... he dug open the pit and found those three buried letters, which in truth, hadn’t been buried there.

Twenty years ago, when Gu Changzhi came to the cave in the mountains, Qingzhong Cemetery hadn’t been built yet.

He placed the envelopes on a stone platform.

Twenty years of wind and weather, the diffusion of the Divine Power of Four Seasons Wilderness, the platform collecting dust, slowly collapsing and becoming shorter, eventually merged into the dirt... fortunately, the envelopes were coated with the divine presence left by "Battle Fire."

Even as the platform eroded, the three letters were not damaged in the slightest.

Only the surface of the letters was slightly yellowed, and on the corner of each envelope were written three different surnames.

Gu, Lin, Meng.

Without opening them, it was clear to whom each letter was to be given.

Gu Shen collected all three letters.

Then, he took out the one marked "Gu."

"The first letter... is to be given to Mr. Gu Qilin, Elder Gu."

...

...

Mr. Gu Qilin was not recuperating in the Changye Snow Forbidden City hospital ward.

In the battle with Gu Lushen, the old man’s muscles and bones had been severely injured, several ribs were broken, and his heart had nearly been pierced by "Moonlight."

Despite such serious injuries, he insisted on returning to the Gu Family Ancestral Hall.

At this moment.

The night had grown deep.

Mr. Gu Qilin sat in a wheelchair, with the muscled upper half of his body bare; Bandages were wrapped around his chest and waist, not an ordinary dressing, barely showing golden light seeping through; these bandages themselves were top-grade healing sealed objects from Snow Forbidden City.

The one pushing the wheelchair was none other than Gu Shen.

He had found the old man and was just about to hand over Gu Changzhi’s letter when the old man stopped him, asking to be pushed into the courtyard of the ancestral hall. The Gu family, worthy of being the head of the five major families, had an exceedingly large ancestral hall courtyard with a not-so-small artificial mountain built in the center, with clear water babbling and reflecting the moonlight.

The old man said softly, "First accompany me to admire the view."

Gu Shen nodded and hummed in agreement.

After all, it was only an artificial mountain... and the scenery of the artificial mountain wasn’t really worth admiring.

Gu Shen saw the old man sitting in the wheelchair, leaning forward slightly, his gaze fixed on the ripple of light reflected on the lake surface.