Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 177 - 177 177 Human Catastrophe

177: Chapter 177: Human Catastrophe 177: Chapter 177: Human Catastrophe Ye Xuan’s return brought a glimmer of dawn to Jiangnan City, but other cities were not so fortunate, with countless humans perishing as their towns were breached.

Jiangnan City.

Ruined buildings, pockmarked streets, blood occasionally staining the ground, and scores of soldiers cleaning up the aftermath, packing the bodies of the dead into body bags.

Although the attack of the Blood Soul Strange Beasts had ended, the city still harbored these horrific beings, lurking around, making each descent of nightfall a time of sheer terror for the citizens of Jiangnan City.

Cries of agony and sobs echoed in Ye Xuan’s ears—the dead bodies of adults and children alike, accompanied by the wails of their loved ones, all entered Ye Xuan’s sight.

They were dazed, they cried out; it was the worst of times, the most tragic of times.

Humans saw no hope, they knew not where the path forward lay, perhaps when the dawn rose the next day, they too would become cold corpses, ceasing to exist in this world.

Ye Xuan walked on, his expression somber, observing the devastation of Jiangnan City, until a ragged girl from the side of the road stumbled towards Ye Xuan, startling Huang Pangzi and the others, who quickly intercepted the girl.

“Are…are you the greatest master of the East?”

The girl was crying, tears streaming down her cheeks, as she foolishly gazed at Ye Xuan, a glint of hope shining in her eyes.

“Let the child come here,” Ye Xuan intoned.

The soldiers cleared the way, and the girl stumbled forward until she reached Ye Xuan, her dirty little hands tightly clutching the hem of Ye Xuan’s robe, and she shook it as she asked, “Are you the greatest master of the East, can you save my mother?”

“Where is your mother?” Ye Xuan asked softly.

“My…my mother, she fell asleep…she’s been sleeping for so very long…she doesn’t want Tongtong anymore…” the child foolishly giggled, her voice murmuring and hoarse.

Led by the silly tugging of the girl, Ye Xuan allowed her to pull him towards a house until he entered and saw a young woman who had forever closed her eyes, her dead body lying across the wooden bed at home.

“Mommy, wake up,” the girl knelt beside the woman, foolishly calling out to her mother, causing Ye Xuan’s eyes to narrow, his whole persona becoming silent and still.

“Child, your mother will never wake up,” Ye Xuan stepped forward slowly, his voice deep.

“You’re lying, uncle.

Mom said she was just sleeping for a while, she said when she wakes up, Mr.

Ye will have returned, and we people of Jiangnan will be saved,” the girl’s face was streaked with tears as she foolishly spoke.

“Mr.

Ye, I’m really sorry to disturb you.

This child’s name is Zhang Tongtong.

Just yesterday, during the attack of the Blood Soul Strange Beasts, a Blood Soul sneaked in here and killed her mother.

Fortunately, a Taoist master intervened in time, saving the child’s life, but having witnessed her mother’s gruesome death, she has suffered severe mental trauma.”

Liu Jundie, her face sorrowful, came to Ye Xuan’s side and slowly recounted.

“Uncle, my mom said you are the greatest master of the East.

Can you please wake my mommy up?”

The girl tightly gripped Ye Xuan’s robe and shook it, her sorrowful and childish eyes streaming with tears, causing Ye Xuan to slowly close his eyes, his mind seemingly occupied with myriad thoughts.

“Child, I cannot save your mother,” Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes, a trace of sadness sweeping across them as he suddenly turned and walked towards the door.

“Mom…

mom lied…

You…

you said once I become the top expert in the East and return to Jiangnan…

You…

you would wake up…” The heart-wrenching cries of a young girl came from behind Ye Xuan, making one’s heart feel as if pierced by needles.

Outside the civilian houses!

Somehow, figures appeared on both sides of the street, their clothes tattered, their eyes lifeless and withered, and a deep, mournful sadness spread around them.

Thump!

An elderly man, who was about eighty, supported by his granddaughter, walked tremblingly towards Ye Xuan, until he stood before him.

His cloudy eyes shed a line of clear tears as he slowly knelt before Ye Xuan.

“Mr.

Ye, my children are dead, and all I have left is this granddaughter.

An old man like me, it doesn’t matter if I die, but my granddaughter is only five years old.

I’m begging you, please save this world,” the elderly man continuously kowtowed to Ye Xuan, with his forehead bleeding profusely.

“Mr.

Ye!”

On both sides of the street, numerous citizens of Jiangnan City knelt down, an extremely mournful atmosphere blooming in each one of them, their eyes looking at Ye Xuan with unspeakable bitterness.

Heaven and Earth fell silent, all things muted.

Ye Xuan’s eyes flickered, and his gaze swept over each person’s face, seeing only despair and sorrow, with the smiles of the past no longer present on their faces.

“Everyone, please stand up.” Ye Xuan helped the elder up, then looked around at the citizens on the street, his voice hoarse and old, “Ye Xuan is no saint from ancient times, and cannot save the entire world.

The only ones who can truly save yourselves are yourselves.”

After saying this, Ye Xuan walked towards the distance, his hoarse and aged voice slowly emanating from him.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, we have nothing, yet we stand tall…”

…

Qingyun Small House.

A waning moon hung in the sky.

Ye Xuan stood alone under the moon, his eyes deep as he gazed at the stars, a gentle breeze softly blowing, causing his black hair to flutter.

“Sir, the world is collapsing, Blood Soul Strange Beasts are rampaging across the globe, and so-called gods roam the world, humanity is withering, and people are weeping.

Can you tell me, why does the Netherworld exist, and what is our path?” Huang Pudgy’s face was bitter as he murmured.

“Sir, although Huang Pudgy is no saint, he is still a human, and humans have both good and bad sides.

I earnestly beg you to save this world, for if humanity withers, even if we survive under your protection, it will be meaningless.”

Huang Pudgy knelt, his face never having shown such seriousness before, a look that was pleading, hopeful, and also worried about the future of humanity.

Somehow, Gu Beichen, Zhuo Junting, and members of the Netherworld appeared behind Ye Xuan, all silently kneeling, their foreheads firmly touching the ground, filling the atmosphere of Qingyun Small House with sadness and heaviness.

Ye Xuan slowly turned around, looking at his followers behind him, a trace of old loneliness and a slight smile on his face, his voice low, “Once, there was someone, she told me to be kind if born a human, yet I only saw it as a joke.”

“However, today, seeing the light of humanity on your faces, I realize that she didn’t say it wrong.

A person, no matter how sinful, has a side of goodness deep within.”