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Chapter 1175: Chapter 471: Apocalypse Carnival_3 Chapter 1175: Chapter 471: Apocalypse Carnival_3 That place is the passage that leads away from the Nine States Realm, towards ascension to the Immortal Realm.

It is also currently the only known exit out of the Nine States Realm.

If one were to consider the most feasible method to survive this catastrophe, Lu Yuan could only think of the Northern Dark City.

“In a few days, when I have some spare time, I’ll go to the Northern Dark City to have a look, to inspect the situation of this transportation array and see if it can still be used.

If there is any problem, it would be good to attend to repairs in a timely manner.

This last way of life must be well guarded.”

Lu Yuan made up his mind that the backup route through the Northern Dark City must not encounter any problems.

The trip towards the North was unavoidable.

Fortunately, he had now achieved Five Qi Towards Origin, and his magic power was profound.

Even though there was no more spiritual energy between Heaven and Earth, by infusing his own magic power, he should be sufficient to activate the array.

“Even if it really comes to the worst, I still have some treasures in hand, which also store quite a lot of spiritual energy.

If necessary, I can destroy the treasures and extract the spiritual energy inside, to supply as energy.”

Lu Yuan steeled his heart.

Although it was truly a pity to destroy those rare treasures just like that.

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But in a dire situation, in order to survive, he could no longer care about that.

After observing on both sides of the great river for half a year, confirming that the speed of the cold tide’s advancement was indeed maintained at a southern push of one inch each day.

Lu Yuan finally let go of his worries, and then he set off for his return.

As the great river that divided Central State, its width was very broad; even the narrowest point between the south and north banks was over thirty miles.

Given the current speed of the cold tide, advancing south by one inch daily, it would only encroach about ten feet closer each year.

Based on the current speed of the tide, for this natural disaster to cross over the great river and reach the heartland of Chu State, it would take at least three to five hundred years at the soonest.

There was still plenty of time, no need for panic yet.

Even to stabilize the domestic sentiments, he chose not to disclose his discovery.

It would be useless to do so.

The world is heading towards destruction, and that is beyond the force of humans to stop.

If the Immortals from ancient times were still around, there might be a chance to prevent or delay the catastrophe, albeit for a while.

But the current Nine States Realm simply could not meet the conditions required for the birth of an Immortal.

Even if the Immortals were still present, without spiritual energy for replenishment, upon depleting all their magic power, they could only fall to become mortals.

This world can no longer be saved.

Although it’s a great pity, Lu Yuan was powerless and could only watch as these events unfolded.

“Fortunately, when this day comes, at the soonest it’ll be a thousand years from now.

By that time, my good friends, wife, disciples, and even grandchildren, will have long been dead.

Everyone I know will have passed away; while this may seem cruel to me,

for them, not having to witness the inevitable end, not having to feel that certain despair without any hope, it’s also a blessing.”

Lu Yuan decided to keep such a truth hidden and not to tell his friends and family.

It was now the sixtieth year of Shenwu, and he himself was nearly a hundred years old.

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His good friend Sun Siwen was even over a hundred years old.

With the lifespan of an Inborn Grandmaster, the latter also had only about forty more years to live.

And his other sons, disciples, wives, and such were similarly only able to live for a few more decades.

In less than a hundred years, he would become completely alone.

By then, perhaps the bloodline of this body would still be flourishing and passed down.

But after dozens or hundreds of generations have passed, how many of those nominally descendants of the Lu family truly share a close bloodline with oneself?

With bloodlines diluted to the extreme, there isn’t much affection to speak of, and just a nominal title separated by who knows how many generations hardly inspires any sense of identity in Lu Yuan.

Even now, he felt little kinship toward his children’s progeny, the various grandchildren and great-grandchildren who have sprung from them.

Perhaps some mortal old folk might be overjoyed and content to see four generations under one roof in their twilight years, feeling that their bloodline and family legacy have been passed down.

Thus, they would feel affection and content with those grandchildren.

But as an immortal, Lu Yuan looks younger than many of his own grandchildren.

Free from worries about lifespan, he naturally lacks any obsession over passing down his bloodline, and doesn’t place any hope in his descendants for the continuation of his life’s joys and satisfactions.

In such a situation, it’s natural that Lu Yuan would feel little affection toward those distant relatives.

The longer he lived, the more indifferent his disposition became.

When he first came across these ideas in certain Dao Law texts and legends, Lu Yuan was somewhat perplexed.

But after nearly a hundred years of personal experience, witnessing descendants that seemed even older than himself, he gained a profound understanding.

Time, indeed, is a knife.

One slice, and there is an eternal separation between immortal and mortal.

Therefore, except for those close to him, for whom he still harbors considerable affection,

Lu Yuan had little attachment left for his later progeny, let alone the entire world’s populace.

All he wished was for those dear to him to depart from this world content and happy,

and then he would bear the endless years that follow alone.

The destruction of the Nine States Realm mattered not to him, so long as it didn’t affect the people he cared for.

Though cruel to ordinary mortals and his own future generations, he was powerless to change things under such circumstances.

“All I can do is prolong this Shenwu golden age, to extend this Doomsday Era peacefully for a while longer.

So that more people, across more generations, can enjoy peaceful days.

In that way, when the world’s end comes, perhaps there will be less suffering.

At the very least, they would have been happy once.”

This, too, was the last tenderness in Lu Yuan’s heart, in the face of helplessness.

In the sixtieth year of Shenwu, a cold wave approached Central State.

The Great Shenwu Emperor went to patrol in person, confirming that it stopped at the borders of Central State and did not expand further south.

With the emperor’s personal reassurance, the ministers and people across the world who had been in panic were suddenly at ease.

Therefore, facing the earthquakes that hit the western borders of Central State, the poisonous fires in the Southern Territory, and the gales on the eastern seafronts over the next decade,

the people of Great Chu, though anxious, were not unduly alarmed.

For they too noticed that, just as the Great Shenwu Emperor had said,

The frightening natural disasters, upon reaching the border of Central State, did not advance towards it.

The speed of their encroachment toward Central State, a mere inch every day, was truly too slow.

And the level of threat posed by the natural disasters was far too dangerous.

Moreover, due to the fearsome nature of the Four-pole Heavenly Catastrophe, aside from Lu Yuan, there were few who could withstand the natural disasters to come for a closer observation.

Therefore, no one else discovered the true fact that the World’s End was increasingly drawing near.

Under the benevolent deception of the Great Shenwu Emperor, the entire Chu State, the whole of Central State, began an even more splendid and brilliant golden age amidst the surrounding calamities.

The end times are upon us, the madness unending.

In the face of destruction, the Nine Provinces began their final revelry.