After the mind-reading cripple junior sister, the entire sect rose to prominence.

Chapter 286 Letter

After digging up all the herbs, Chen Lan continued walking forward.

Next, she saw the ancestral hall in the house and learned from the many memorial tablets that the family's surname was "Hao".

Having entered someone's home and received their gifts, Chen Lan couldn't possibly remain indifferent. She knelt on the prayer mat with a mixture of gratitude and apology, and kowtowed to the memorial tablets.

"It was my fault for being rude, please forgive me."

There's nothing I can do if she doesn't forgive me. Any cultivator would do the same. It's impossible to pass by here and not even glance at the many treasures without even thinking about them, right?

Just as Chen Lan touched the ground with her head, there was a cracking sound, and the ground seemed to shake.

She was taken aback, and touched it with her hand in confusion, only to find that it was hollow underneath.

Thinking of something, Chen Lan took out her sword, used the tip of the sword to find a gap and pry it open, revealing a hidden compartment!
Hehe, some things just require the right timing, location, and people; changing the person or the place won't work.

This is all what my senior sister deserves.

Mo Jiuwei was very pleased to see this.

Not to mention that the people from Wuya Sect were trapped in the formation and couldn't get here at all, even if they really had the ability to break into the ancestral hall, they would only plunder it and make a mess of it before leaving.

It's impossible to expect them to know proper etiquette and obediently kowtow and bow!

Therefore, this destiny belongs to Chen Lan. What does it matter how many people from the Wuya Sect are there? If it's not theirs, it's not theirs, and no matter how hard they try, it's useless.

Chen Lan looked over and saw a box inside that looked like it was made of jade. The box was closed but not locked.

Chen Lan carefully placed it a little further away, used the tip of her sword to pry it open, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there were no poisons or other hidden weapons inside. She then approached it to examine it more closely.

Disappointingly, there were no hidden treasures or anything of great value in the box.

It contained only two items: a folded animal hide and a token placed underneath it.

The token was small and exquisite, light blue in color, and made of a relatively unremarkable material. It bore only the character "Hao".

This doesn't seem to be worth much money; it's just proof of the Hao family's identity.

After looking at it, Chen Lan put it aside and then unfolded the animal hide.

As she unfolded it, she was surprised to find words on it, and when she finished unfolding it, she realized that it was a letter written by herself.

"The realm has once again been thrown into turmoil, and this time the turmoil has lasted more than twice as long as the one a month ago. We have realized that the disaster that has befallen this realm is finally about to strike, and that most ridiculous and false guess has come true."

The handwriting is bold and vigorous, with strong and powerful strokes. Perhaps it reflects the owner's intense emotions, as some parts of the strokes are particularly heavy.

Chen Lan immediately became serious upon seeing this opening.

Within the world, turmoil and disaster...

Could this be related to the death and disappearance of all the original inhabitants of the secret realm?
She immediately lost her composure, and this time she sat upright on the ground, carefully holding the animal skin and reading it. The letter writer said that their realm was separated from another great realm, which began with a cataclysmic event, not caused by any culprit, but by a natural phenomenon, like a natural disaster.

After separating, at first there was nothing wrong; it was just that there were fewer people, less land, and fewer things. It was like there were several cities on a continent, and then one city was separated and started living independently.

But after several years of peace, things just started to go wrong!
The climate here has become extremely bad, and there are frequent disturbances and inexplicable attacks of qi, which ordinary cultivators cannot withstand and die.

Some people survived this wave, but couldn't hold on for the next one.

Moreover, these upheavals are occurring more and more frequently, and more and more low-level cultivators are dying, which has caused panic among everyone.

It was at this moment that they remembered a rumor that had been circulating for who knows how long—

The True Immortals can choose their own attendants.

Those chosen by them can rise rapidly up the social ladder until they ascend to immortality, gradually approaching true immortals and becoming their servants.

Those who are not chosen by the true immortals will become outcasts, also known as "immortal orphans." These people will be banished and then die mysteriously.

Back when they were separated into a small realm, some people said that they had become immortal solitary beings and that something bad was going to happen, but no one took it seriously at the time, thinking they were just exaggerating.

And indeed, it was a peaceful place at the time. Everything around seemed unchanged, except that in the past, one could travel to faraway places for training and leisure, but now many places are inaccessible.

This period of calm lasted too long, causing the rumors to dissipate completely, and almost no one remembered the claim.

When disaster struck, everyone was puzzled and racking their brains to find a solution, and then they vaguely remembered the related rumors.

If they hadn't thought about it, they wouldn't have been able to. But once they did, everyone broke out in a cold sweat!
If the incident was caused by human error or a natural disaster, then they can all find ways to save themselves.

But if this is the will of a true immortal, then wouldn't we be left with no way to seek help and nowhere to go?
They didn't believe it and wanted to find evidence to refute this conjecture, but they didn't get any.

Instead of seeing a turnaround, they witnessed the deaths of more and more people, the disappearance of generation after generation of younger generations, and in the end, only a few of the most powerful "seniors" remained.

But the seniors knew that they couldn't hold out for much longer, because if that was the real reason, no matter how high their cultivation level was, they wouldn't be able to resist.

Because that was the will of the true immortal!
True immortals are not the cultivators who defy fate through their own efforts, but those who are born immortals and are in the clouds from the very beginning.

The person who wrote the letter seemed to have extremely high cultivation, standing out in the entire realm. His Hao family was also considered a dominant force in the realm, but he also watched helplessly as his descendants died one after another, until in the end only he and a few other old guys who were on good terms with him remained.

Whether he sensed divine will at the end of his life or harbored a sliver of hope in the darkness, he left this letter to "future generations."

The descendants he referred to were not the descendants of the Hao family, but rather those who came after them.

"I don't know what will happen after the last few of us old folks die. Will this world collapse and disappear? Or will new life emerge and begin a new chapter?"

"I am powerless to change any of this, and I can only do my best to leave this little bit behind for future generations."

"May future generations take heed and not repeat the same mistakes."

When writing the last line, the writer seemed quite melancholy, as the handwriting became somewhat blurred.