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

Tidaric: "Actually, I also know an old woman, quack."

Yingzi raised an eyebrow:

"I've wanted to ask you this for a long time: who exactly is this old woman you keep talking about?"

Tidaric blinked his big eyes twice:

"Don't ask, I'll tell you when the time is right, quail."

Yingzi shook her head:

"In short, that's the situation. I know, and all I know is that this Ward Spring is directly or indirectly connected to all the waterways, but nobody knows why."

Tidaric blinked twice but didn't say anything.

Zhiyue had already recovered from his shock, and soon his brows furrowed:

"Let's leave that matter aside for now; there's a big problem right now."

He looked at the spring water; the clear water remained clear, and the black water remained black, showing absolutely no abnormality.

"No matter what the Cangmu Sect has done, its influence will likely spread throughout the entire continent, and almost no one will be spared."

Yingzi sighed:

"It is thought. One person's thought is a point, and the thoughts of countless people constitute a trend of thought."

These guys are ruthless. The first shot they fired against humanity was aimed at everyone's brain and mind; even I almost got hit.

Tidaric interjected:

"Yeah, yeah, the trend. Since there's no way to stop it anyway, what are you two still researching here? What's the point? I'm going to rest now, you two. Goodnight, quack."

After speaking, Tidaric transformed into a blue stream of light and disappeared from Zhiyue's forehead. Zhiyue's brows twitched slightly, but he said nothing.

Yingzi remained staring blankly at the water, her eyes filled with confusion and worry.

"Are people's thoughts really that easy to change? Is there really a power that can create a trend of thought in an instant?"

"No."

Zhiyue categorically denied it.

Yingzi trembled and turned around to meet Zhiyue's gaze.

Those brownish-yellow eyes were so resolute; though they didn't radiate any rebellious energy, they were so dazzling that Yingzi was momentarily at a loss for words to describe them.

"Thoughts can never be created out of thin air. All trends have traceable patterns."

Yingzi didn't speak, but simply met his gaze silently. However, the confusion in his eyes seemed to be gradually melted away by that beam of light.

"It was not the Cangmu Cult that created nothingness; it merely lit a fire that led people to choose nothingness."

Yingzi's pupils contracted involuntarily, as if they had been exposed to a bright light.

"What we should do is not to stop the expansion of ideas, and we can't do that anyway, can we?"

But this is an opportunity to make a change, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Yingzi finally understood that radiance. Even though it was unbelievable to him, even though it appeared in the eyes of a seventeen-year-old boy;

But he had to believe his own eyes and his five hundred years of experience;

I believe I've seen the same gaze, the same light, in the eyes of that free-spirited man;

It took him half his life to finally understand the meaning of that light—it was the light of faith.

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In the lobby, Zhiyue had just persuaded the burly man to leave, and the promise he made half an hour ago still shone in his eyes.

That ray of light, perhaps only Yingzi could see it, because he had seen it before.

That man used his own life to end the evil deeds of the two star envoys and restore peace to the continent of Pangde.

So, what can this seventeen-year-old do?

He didn't understand. He never had the chance to understand, because he had missed the most important seven years of his dearest friend's son's life.

"However, Manager Ning Lei, Brother Hong Lan, I need a platform. That's the prerequisite for me to do anything."

Ning Lei and Hong Lan exchanged a glance, and Ning Lei decisively nodded in agreement.

Qian Xintong looked at Zhi Yue's resolute face, somewhat dazed:

"In the face of disaster, if someone steps forward..."

She paused for a moment, then shook her head and gave a smile.

"No, just go, Zhiyue, you can do it."

Zhiyue smiled at her but didn't reply.

-

Boom!

A loud bang erupted from the front desk of the lobby, and the noisy crowd immediately fell silent. All eyes were focused on the young man with brown hair who had suddenly risen into the air above the rock pillar.

"Dear travelers, and staff of the hot spring resort..."

No one spoke. His voice seemed to possess a magical power, making people only willing to be quiet listeners.

Zhiyue exhaled:

"My name is Zhiyue. I am a rebellious cultivator at the Earth Dao Deep Origin Realm, seventeen years old. I was one of the people who just cleared away the beetles."

A commotion broke out in the audience, caused by a rebel among the passengers. The combination of the words "seventeen-year-old Shen Yuanjing" was extremely rare no matter how you looked at it.

Zhiyue gently pressed his palm down, signaling for quiet, and continued:

"As your representative, I hereby declare that those beetles were indeed transformed from human bodies."

Another disturbance broke out among the crowd:

"My goodness, someone just said that, and I still don't believe it..."

"Ugh, this is horrible, I want to go home..."

"I understand how you all feel."

Zhiyue raised his voice slightly:

"The impact of twisting living people into insects is indeed very strong."

In fact, I, and my comrades who fight alongside me, are no different from you;

The blood flowing from those insects was scarlet, and their organs were human; the visual and tactile stimulation was more direct and shocking than anything else.

"No, it can't be some kind of plague, can it? I don't want to stay here for another second..."

A female passenger's trembling voice once again fueled the panic to a new climax:

"Please rest assured, everyone."

Zhiyue reached out his hand towards Honglan, who was standing beside the rock pillar, silently fanning himself.

"The beetle's body has been properly disposed of by Mr. Honglan, Manager Ning Lei, and other staff."

Furthermore, this mutation had certain prerequisites; it was not a human-to-human transmission of a plague.

He pointed at Cano:

"If it were a plague, my companion, who pierced through dozens of insects with his bare hands, would be a corpse by now."

Kano paused for a moment, then turned around, scratched his head, chuckled sheepishly, and waved to the crowd to show that he was full of energy.

The noise from the crowd subsided slightly, but the panic and anxiety lingered.

"What are the conditions? Can you protect us?"

A little girl's voice came from not far below the rock pillar. The voice was small but powerful, and could be heard clearly throughout the entire hall.

The little girl's mother instinctively pulled her closer to her.

Zhiyue snapped out of his daze, silently lowered the height of the rock pillar, squatted down, and looked at the little girl.

The little girl was not timid at all. Her eyes were different from those of the other passengers. She showed no fear of the unknown or the potential for disaster.

Just like the question she asked, it was pure, flawless, and as natural as if to say that people should breathe:

"If there are still bugs left, or if more people are turned into bugs, will you protect us?"

The little girl added. Zhiyue stared at her, somewhat stunned.

That look in my eyes is just like the one I had when my parents left. It's not that I'm not afraid, it's just that I haven't learned to distrust yet.

"Of course, little girl, of course."

Zhiyue chuckled softly, straightened up, and took a deep breath:

"Since this young lady has asked this question, then I will tell everyone about it and act as a bell-ringer to sound the alarm for everyone."