The Days of Being Forced to Become the Savior of a Cultivation Civilization

Youziji shook his head:

"Given her condition, I'm afraid only my master can try. Here's what we'll do: I'll give you an address, you can go to Huanlong."

But don't worry, you're going to participate in the Yuan Dou Tournament anyway, right?

Zhiyue thought of the mysterious person who had saved Hongcun:

"By the way, Physician You Ziji, someone recommended a physician named Jie Xuan to us before. Like you, he is also a Yu Dao rebel from the Kun family. I wonder if you know anything about him?"

Upon hearing the name, You Ziji was taken aback, while Hongquan beside him burst out laughing. Hongquan said:

"What a coincidence, that's my master's name."

"That's strange. He's an eccentric old man who never leaves his name when he treats patients. How did that person know?"

Zhiyue replied:

"That person is elusive; we don't know anything about him."

Youziji waved his hand:

"Alright, at least he didn't lie to you. Indeed, if there can only be one person in this world who can cure this girl, it can only be my master."

Wait a moment…

Youziji touched the ring on his hand, summoned a spatial rift, and took out paper and pen from it.

The ring was clearly a Void Condensation Ring, a specialty of the Kun family's Universe Dao.

He quickly wrote a brief letter of introduction, the gist of which was:

"Master! I have a great job that you'll definitely be interested in: quick healing! — Your beloved disciple, Youziji."

"Here you go. I'm sorry, but my master has a rather eccentric personality and doesn't like to pass on his inscriptions to others, so it would be better if you brought a physical letter of recommendation to him."

Zhiyue nodded, glanced at the contents of the letter briefly, paused for a moment, and then slowly put it into his pocket.

"Alright, the matter is resolved. Boss Hongquan, you'd better give me a bigger fee for this house call. I used up quite a bit of my Reverse Yuan while running and teleporting all the way here."

Hongquan readily agreed without hesitation, as if the whole matter had nothing to do with Zhiyue and his group:

"Alright, what will we use to settle this time? Currency, spirit stones, or materials?"

Youziji thought for a moment and said:

"Let's use Kun coins this time. I've hit a bottleneck in my cultivation recently, so I won't force it for now."

Youziji nodded, waved goodbye, and the other person waved back, leaving a message before opening a portal and leaving on the spot.

"Wishing Mr. Hongquan continued prosperity!"

Hongquan laughed angrily and pointed to the spot where Youziji had disappeared:

"This kid, he's really putting on an act with us."

But in Zhiyue's eyes, it was a completely different scene.

He was momentarily stunned, as if something stirred within his consciousness. He shook his head, stood up, and expressed his gratitude to Hongquan.

"Thank you for your help, boss. I will definitely help you if I need it in the future."

Hongquan extended his hand and shook his:

"Don't mention it. Like I said, it's nothing. Just consider it making friends and we'll keep in touch."

-

The three returned to the hotel. As expected, Qian Xintong's condition had stabilized.

When she returned to the hotel, her face had regained its color, the bulging veins in her legs had disappeared, her complexion had calmed down, and she was breathing steadily.

Seeing this, Zhiyue's mood finally calmed down.

Looking at Qian Xintong's sleeping face, he felt an urge to touch it, but then a wave of drowsiness washed over him, and he simply lay down by the bed and fell asleep.

This was the first time he had fallen into a deep sleep since leaving the village.

Sleep is a form of self-cultivation, but this time, he simply fell asleep, letting his consciousness drift along in his dreams, merely relaxing his tense nerves.

Yingzi watched this scene without waking him, but returned to his sofa and watched the two of them for a long time.

He also knew that Qian Xintong's illness was largely influenced by the aura of the man in black robes, and this matter lingered in his mind for a long time:

"Seven years ago, Kun Ziying noticed the problems with the Mortel family. In the past seven years, has he done anything about it?"

Lost in thought, he fell asleep. After all, he was only a four-year-old child, still growing.

Moonlight streamed through the window, casting faint silver streaks on the faces of the three people.

Qian Xintong's breathing was steady, with a slight smile on her face; Zhi Yue lay by the bedside, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed; little Yingzi curled up on the sofa, sleeping peacefully.

Will such a harmonious scene ever appear again?

-

Zhi Yue lay on the edge of the bed, his fingertips gently touching Qian Xintong, subconsciously activating the connection between their consciousnesses.

A subtle connection formed between their consciousnesses, and their dreams gradually merged into one.

"Where...am I?"

Zhiyue looked around at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings, his heart filled with doubt.

Everything in front of him was covered in thick fog, and wherever he went, the fog would dissipate.

He saw endless mountain ranges, surging oceans, and towering snow-capped peaks—

He was completely unaware that he had never seen these views before.

He walked and walked aimlessly, and the scenery before him turned into a desert.

This desert is similar to the Lonely Desert, desolate and uninhabited, but it is also different:

"Red sand..."

He grabbed a handful of red sand and watched it slip through his fingers, just like time, which he couldn't hold onto.

Suddenly, he looked up sharply and saw a figure appear in the distance.

The figure drew closer; she had long hair, a tall figure, and that platinum blonde hair color was so familiar.

"...Xintong?"

Zhiyue stared at the figure before him, filled with doubt.

The figure stopped approaching. At this distance, the expression was clear enough—cold. The indifferent gaze felt foreign to Zhiyue.

"No, you're not Xintong, you are..."

Before he could even think about who the disheveled woman in front of him was, a delicate hand gently patted Zhiyue's shoulder:

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Zhi Yue turned around abruptly, and there was another Qian Xintong. He turned back again, but the figure in the distance had already disappeared.

"What are you spacing out for? Is there something over there?"

Zhiyue was stunned, then shook his head:

"No, it's nothing."

He looked around, and there was nothing but the red desert.

"Where am I?"

Qian Xintong scratched his head:

"This is the first place I came to after leaving home."

Suddenly, the scenery changed abruptly.

The world seemed like a broken camera lens, flickering twice before the endless red sand vanished without a trace, leaving behind only ruins.

Zhiyue's pupils suddenly contracted:

"This is…!"

Before me lay only ruins, broken sculptures, collapsed palaces, and a noisy crowd:

"What are you saying? I don't understand..."

"I can't feel it anymore, I can't feel his presence!"

"The factory has stopped operating! Quickly stop those 'parts'!"

"The Kun family is doomed, the entire continent of Pangde, the entire civilization is doomed!"

"Someone, please save us!"

"Gods! Do you truly exist? If you are not lies fabricated by our predecessors, then why do you merely watch?"

Countless people knelt on the ground, their faces filled with confusion, pain, and despair. They gripped Zhiyue's ankles tightly, pleading for his salvation.

"What's going on, Xintong..."

Zhiyue was at a loss. He looked around but couldn't find Qian Xintong.

"Help us!"

"Help us!!"

"Gods, please save us!!!"

Zhiyue gritted his teeth, took a few steps, and walked out of the crowd.

The more he walked forward, the more the crowd dragged him along, like drowning people clinging desperately to the reeds on the bank.

"I...I don't know...what...to do..."

Zhiyue continued to struggle, inching towards the edge of the crowd. He closed his eyes, refusing to look at the suffering of the world—

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he stumbled forward a few steps.

Looking back, the crowds struggling in despair had all vanished, and the ruined city had become a familiar desert.

Turning back, there was a huge rock. That reddish-brown boulder stood there quietly.

It made no sound, yet Zhiyue knew the name of this giant rock:

"Olo".

He walked forward, stunned, toward Oro. In the blink of an eye, Oro vanished, and in his place appeared a small, rainbow-colored snake.

"Rainbow Snake?"

Zhiyue stopped and stood there; the rainbow snake remained silent and stood facing him. The man and the snake stared at each other, their round pupils meeting vertical pupils.

Finally, the little snake broke the silence, and a soft sound entered Zhiyue's ears and settled in his mind, like a mother calling for her child, or like a deity's hope:

"Go to witness, go to save, go to become—"

I'm waiting for you, I've been waiting for you all along.