novelapdf Chapter 379 The Mountain in White
Chapter 379 The Mountain in White
After leaving Yuguang Pavilion, Zhang Lingyu did not linger and sped off towards Yingchuan County.
After the chaos subsided, being able to return alive to one's long-lost homeland should have been a cause for celebration. However, upon embarking on the journey home, the anticipated joy did not arrive; instead, a heavy sense of sorrow filled the air.
Too many familiar figures remain on that scorched earth of Yanxing County. The passing of relatives and friends hangs like an invisible dark cloud in the hearts of every survivor, difficult to dispel.
Upon entering the territory of Yingchuan County, one is greeted by a desolate scene.
Wherever cultivators resided, white banners fluttered in the air, summoning souls. Intermittent sobbing sounds drifted into Zhang Lingyu's ears, making him feel increasingly depressed.
This upheaval was nothing short of a catastrophe for the cultivation families of Yingchuan County.
Apart from the Zhang family, who were able to preserve more of their strength due to their large numbers, superior magical artifacts, and the fact that he was a Golden Core cultivator, the other families who were conscripted had very few survivors.
It was not easy to produce a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but in the blink of an eye, the decline was evident due to the fall of the core forces, resulting in a lack of successors.
Even with such a heavy price, Yingchuan County could be considered fortunate in the face of the overall tragic state of Zhao, Wu, and Yue after the war.
The demonic cultivators did not breach Tianliu City, and Yingchuan County was not invaded at all; each family managed to preserve some of their power.
The deceased are gone, but the living grieve forever. This deep-seated pain cannot be comforted by words or cured by medicine.
Only time can heal it.
Zhang Lingyu took a deep breath, suppressed his depressed mood, and sped up his escape light, quickly heading towards Qingya Mountain.
When he returned, his family, like other families, was draped in white. There was no more weeping, presumably because he had cried all his tears in the past two days.
The clansmen going up and down the mountain were dressed in mourning clothes, their eyes red-rimmed. They swayed unsteadily as they rode the wind, and many nearly fell from the sky.
Zhang Lingyu had already changed into a white robe, and with a gentle touch of his magic, the swaying clansmen immediately regained their balance.
The crowd slowly raised their heads, and the moment their eyes met the person before them, they were immediately jolted awake from their grief and bowed in the clouds, saying, "True Person."
The former did not mean to blame, but nodded slightly and went to the main hall.
Most of the clan's senior members are gathered in the hall, their main task being to handle the funeral arrangements for those who perished in the great war, with their burial being the first priority.
The location had been chosen, right on the back mountain, but Zhang Lingyu hadn't returned from Yuguang Pavilion yet, so the matter was delayed.
As he rode the wind and landed in the main hall, Zhang Xingyao and the others surrounded him.
"Lingyu, you're back."
"Yes, I'm back."
"What about the sect?"
"We'll talk about the specifics later. Let's first give those people a proper burial."
Zhang Lingyu waved to interrupt the crowd's questions, then focused her gaze on an old man.
Zhang Yuanlin.
Although it had only been a few months since they last met, the old man exuded a heavy sense of age, with tear stains still remaining on his face, his eyes deeply sunken, and surrounded by a thick, indistinct bluish-black ring.
His eyelids drooped loosely, only occasionally lifting to reveal his cloudy, lifeless eyes.
"Sigh, she must be overwhelmed with grief."
There are now fewer than ten members of the "Yuan" generation in the family. Almost all of them who did not break through to the Foundation Establishment stage have passed away. The ones who achieved higher levels of success are Zhang Yuanhua, Zhang Yuanyi, Zhang Yuanshan, and Zhang Yuanhua himself.
In another five or ten years, there should have been only four of them left in this generation of the clan.
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Who could have imagined that Zhang Yuanyi would leave before them? How could they not be heartbroken?
Zhang Lingyu held the old man's hand and said softly, "Second Grandfather, the deceased has passed away. Please take care of your health."
The old man was a little younger than Zhang Yuanhua. So many years had passed, and his lifespan was actually not much longer. He only gained ten more years of life thanks to that longevity pill.
It's impossible for him to form a Golden Core or become a pseudo-Golden Core cultivator. If he doesn't take any other longevity-promoting substances, he'll likely pass away within the next ten years.
"Lingyu, rest assured, I know. This isn't the first time... The cultivation world is plagued by constant tragedies, I had foreseen it long ago."
Zhang Yuanlin nodded with a wry smile. As the second oldest of the "Yuan" generation, he had witnessed the fall of too many brothers, sisters, and younger generations while the Yun and Ming families were still around, and he had long since become numb to it.
But just when good times seemed within reach, who could have imagined that this chaos would be so devastating...
The old man looked at Zhang Lingyu before him and said in a trembling voice, "Lingyu, thank goodness you're still alive. As long as you're alive, the family isn't finished..."
"Don't worry, Second Grandfather. Even if I perish, there are still Yuan Yao, Yuan Li, and Meng Han in the family. They can still carry on the family banner." Zhang Lingyu smiled and shook his head.
He didn't say anything more, but looked at Zhang Xingyao beside him and asked:
"Uncle, I wonder when Grandfather will return?"
"I received a message this morning that they have already set off from Linhai County. At the speed of a Golden Core cultivator, they should be back tomorrow."
"I understand. When Grandfather returns, we'll give our clansmen a grand burial." Zhang Lingyu nodded and was about to walk out of the hall when she was called back.
"Uncle, is there anything else?"
"Lingyu... there is actually another matter. Your mother... doesn't have much time left to live."
"I...I understand." Zhang Lingyu paused, a bitter taste in her mouth, and nodded in agreement after a few breaths.
After leaving the main hall, we headed directly to the town at the foot of the mountain.
"Judging by the days, it's almost time."
Zhang Lingyu's original mother gave birth to him at the age of twenty-one, and from birth to now, having achieved the Golden Core True Person status, she is already eighty-three years old.
For those who cultivate the Tao, it's just a snap of the fingers; for ordinary people, it's a lifetime.
During times of war, it was considered a long life for ordinary people to live to fifty. As the Zhang family prospered, the lives of ordinary people also improved, and living to seventy was considered normal.
Thanks to his status as a spiritual prodigy, Zhang's parents lived a life free from want, and as their status in the clan rose, they never stopped taking those foundation-strengthening elixirs.
But the way of Heaven does not allow things to last forever; everything has its day of destruction. This applies to cultivators as well as mortals.
Zhang's mother is now 104 years old, which is a very long life. She has lived a life free from disasters and illnesses, and living a life of luxury. Dying peacefully without illness is the best possible outcome.
Zhang Lingyu is not from this world, and since he came from Qingya Mountain, he doesn't have much affection for his original parents. Anyone who is reborn rather than transmigrated wouldn't be so indifferent.
But since I have decided to take care of my original parents in their old age and see them off in death, I must fulfill my promise and settle the karma of this body.
My parents live in Qingyashan Town at the foot of the mountain. This is where all of Lingqiaozi's relatives live, and there are several family cultivators who are responsible for looking after them on weekdays.
He was the most powerful person in the clan, and his parents were equally powerful in the town. They not only built a mansion, but it was also located in the very center of the town and was the largest in area.
In mid-air, Zhang Lingyu looked down at the luxurious mansion and listened to the "wailing" sobs coming from it, feeling a strange mix of emotions.
After watching for a while, he finally descended on the wind.
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