Chapter 1722 - 1721: Collective Cultivation

Fang Yu didn’t intend to hide it from them.

He nodded directly.

"It’s not quite the end of the world. But this disaster is indeed apocalyptic in scale. Whether humanity can cope depends on everyone’s cooperation."

Hearing Fang Yu’s ambiguous words,

everyone didn’t know what to say.

Fan Tong and Hu are brothers who have gone through thick and thin with Fang Yu.

Back in their rough-and-tumble days, they too had been stabbed, and had long since become indifferent to life and death. But suddenly facing a world-ending disaster was hard for them to accept.

"It’s a pity our cultivation level is so low, we can’t help you at all. Otherwise, we’d also want to join Brother Yu in conquering the world."

"Forget about conquering the world. Honestly, those ideas were pretty juvenile before. Now looking back, so many things are beyond our control. If I had another choice, I certainly wouldn’t choose the cultivation realm. Being a normal person is pretty good."

But then again,

how often does life offer a way back?

Back then, Fang Yu was trampled and humiliated by family members, unable even to raise his head. In such a situation, if given the chance again, even a normal person would choose to embark on cultivation, to walk the path of strength. Fang Yu’s words were just to comfort everyone.

"Alright, we’re here to drink today, not talk about depressing stuff. Come on, let’s have a toast."

"Exactly, today is for drinking."

Chen Daotian was great at lightening the mood, and everyone started drinking openly.

Even Xu Sisi and Xu Zhaopei, being women, couldn’t help but drink a couple of more glasses.

In this kind of setting,

not drinking felt inappropriate.

Just like that, everyone drank together, enjoying themselves to the fullest.

It wasn’t until late at night that everyone went home, each going their separate ways.

Fang Yu didn’t get drunk because even if everyone else was, he needed to stay absolutely sober. He couldn’t fall; if he did, everything would truly collapse.

Fang Yu took the tipsy Xu Zhaopei and Xu Sisi home.

Then he headed home alone.

Back to his old home in Jiangzhou.

It seemed he hadn’t been back in a long time.

When he appeared at the door,

he found the lights on.

No one was nearby, and it seemed this area was off-limits to approach.

Many cultivators on Earth knew this was Fang Yu’s residence.

No one dared to come near here.

This area was also protected by various powerful arrays, and sound was isolated.

Of course,

it wasn’t that Fang Yu didn’t want to integrate into the community,

but after becoming famous, there are bound to be many onlookers. Just imagine if countless people came to see you every day — could you handle it? It’s as if someone wanted to watch you even while you’re using the bathroom.

Fang Yu thought about moving, but this place was his old home. Moving would mean he couldn’t return to his roots. Besides, even his parents were reluctant to let it go.

So over time, he continued living here,

and gradually got used to it.

When Fang Yu directly flashed into the courtyard,

he sensed a cultivator approaching.

The lights came on.

Finally, he saw a group of people coming out.

They were supporting each other, eagerly watching ahead.

The people who came were the family members Fang Yu knew.

There was his master, mother, Ye Wenjun, Ye Wenjun’s father, and Wenjun’s grandfather,

along with some other servants.

They all looked at Fang Yu with anticipation.

"It’s Fang Yu who’s back!"

"Son!"

His mother still hadn’t taken off her crown, clearly having just rushed over from the Dragon Clan.

Ever since becoming the Dragon Emperor, his mother had been busy handling Dragon Clan matters. After several major events,

she realized how long it had been since she’d seen her son. Knowing Fang Yu returned, she came rushing over at once.

"Mom, it’s me. Why are you all standing around? Are you going to make me stand here all night?"

"You brat!"

Everyone laughed and entered the hall.

The room was spacious, not worried about seating everyone.

The sofas were occupied.

Ye Xingkong, Wenjun’s father, looked at his excellent son-in-law with complicated feelings, not knowing what to say.

"You just came back, and Wenjun kept talking about you to me. I thought you were deliberately not coming back."

"Father-in-law, I wouldn’t dare."

The great-grandfather laughed along too.

At his age,

he had all but lost hope of continuing to live. But after the world changed,

the explosion of spiritual energy and herbs helped them find a way to prolong the grandfather’s life.

Though it might not let them live long,

being able to extend life was satisfying enough.

"How is great-grandfather’s health now?"

"Very good. With technology so advanced now and medicine so developed, and since great-grandfather has some foundation in cultivation, albeit learning slowly, there’s no problem with extending life. But becoming a strong individual is almost impossible."

Everyone laughed together.

One wouldn’t expect an elderly man to still contribute significantly.

Now it’s the era of the youth.

At that moment,

Fang Yu’s master came over,

concern painted over his face, asking,

"What’s really going on with the rumors outside? Wenjun said there’s no major issue, just that all human cultivators need to gather to deal with this disaster, is that true?"

It seemed everyone was very concerned about this issue.

Fang Yu calmly said,

"That’s all true. However, we have a good response plan. We have a year to prepare, so no need to worry or rush."

"Good. It makes everyone happy you’re back."

"Master, you seem to have lost a lot of weight, have you been missing me?"

"Get out of here."

These two big men suddenly talking in such a mushy way was unbearable.

Everyone burst into laughter.

This scene was just like the moment with the brothers drinking earlier.

It’s just that now,

the time felt very short.

He knew clearly that to have longer and better times, they must solve the issues with the Divine Race.

That evening,

Fang Yu didn’t mention any conflicts with the Divine Race.

Instead, he happily chatted and drank tea with everyone.

Happy times are always short-lived.

He had to leave his family,

heading for Wanxian University.

Early the next morning,

under the watch of his mother, master, and others,

Fang Yu left the Fang Family, flying towards Wanxian University with Ye Wenjun.

The matters at the university were progressing very smoothly.

When the alliance’s plans were announced to the world,

it received a global response.

All cultivators at the Heaven’s Limits Realm rushed to Huaxia’s Wanxian University.

Their flying speed was very fast.

Soon, they all landed on Wanxian University’s square.

On this day, Wanxian University was given a holiday.