A Regressor’s Tale of Cultivation Chapter 815 Chapter 812: Afterstory 4 - End

Afterstory 4 - End. Hwiiiii-

Time flows onward.

In Earth's realm, we choose to keep our split souls within the forms from our birth era, while our main bodies make the journey back to Mount Sumeru.

The short-lived joy found on Earth feels nice enough, yet we bear the responsibility of securing stability across all of Mount Sumeru.

The power held by those split souls reaches at minimum the Vestige Liberation Immortal stage, ensuring no serious troubles arise.

Once again, we set off for Mount Sumeru, observing the lone threads of awareness we've placed there thrive happily on Earth.

With an ongoing link to the split souls remaining on Earth, we're essentially one and the same, preventing any risk of divided personalities.

"Let's head out now."

We soar toward Mount Sumeru, navigating through realms where endless Vairambha Winds rage fiercely.

My companions, now free from the Absolute Fragment's grasp, stand as Immortal Lords who merely claimed the Seat.

We must reach Mount Sumeru, achieve true Supreme Deity status without delay, and swiftly reinforce every law and order within Mount Sumeru—even if it takes just a day less.

Given the vast time disparity between Mount Sumeru and Earth, the handful of years we've lingered on Earth might translate differently there.

Mount Sumeru looms closer in the horizon, revealing the myriad transformations unfolding across it to our gaze.

Within those shifts...

Cherished bonds come into view.

We survey the fates of our former ties and break into smiles.

"Lady Yeon!"

A rugged warrior gripping a guandao bellows loudly outside a sprawling estate.

"Lady Yeon! Show yourself at once! You can't possibly want to go through with any wedding rites alongside those fools, right!?"

The bold-faced fighter, covered in pockmarks and scars, receives no reply from within the residence...

He huffs sharply through his nostrils and raises the guandao high.

"Fine then. If that's your decision, Lady...I'll dash to your side whenever you need!"

Booong!

The warrior sweeps the guandao in a mighty swing.

That powerful blow crumbles the estate's massive walls and the intricate Extraordinary Pattern arrays inside them instantly, while the devastating slash rattles the surroundings.

Detecting the chaos erupting among those inside the manor, the warrior exploits the disorder to slip in and confront two women.

"Y-You savage monster! You brute, what's the meaning of this outrage!? Didn't Yeon already turn you down!?"

One is a youthful lady, the other her mother, who carries a soft and rounded demeanor.

"Hmph, that's only because you're confining her indoors and blocking her escape. We share a private code meant just for us."

"A private code!"

"Tapping the floor seven times using the pinky finger. When she raps in that specific pattern...it's her way of signaling she longs to leave but can't."

"Th-That's absurd! You're claiming you caught the sound of Yeon, tucked away in the manor's deepest chambers, using her pinky on the floor—all the way from outside?"

"That's the prowess of a Blooming martial expert. Though I'd wager you wouldn't grasp it even if I spelled it out... Come along, my lady!"

The warrior lets out a booming laugh, scoops up the delicate young woman in his arms, and activates his footwork to flee through the breach his strike created.

Hwiooooo-

In a flash, the man bounds across an entire mountain like a fierce tiger, then employs his lightness skill to vault toward the clouds, settling the petite lady securely on his sturdy shoulder.

Channeling his internal energy technique, he weaves a protective barrier of force to shield her from the rushing gales, allowing her to savor the vast breezes of the lofty heavens.

"What do you think, my lady? This is the fresh air of the world beyond."

Responding to the warrior's query, Lady Yeon—her features marked by a faint pink hue—flushes deeper and traces words onto his shoulder.

Blind, voiceless, and scentless, she relies solely on touch and sound as her world.

Moreover, her posture curves slightly. Cursed from birth with myriad heavenly afflictions, she is known as 'Wol Yeon'.

The warrior beams broadly at the message Wol Yeon etches on his shoulder.

-It's utterly invigorating. Warrior Ha Eun.

"Glad to hear it? Then I'll push even harder. Straight to that western land where you can craft dolls to your heart's content...!"

Shioooooo-

With his cherished companion perched on his shoulder, Ha Eun—the Blooming Heart Dao martial artist—chuckles wildly as if taking flight, propelling his movement art toward that remote destination.

Plagued by a pockmarked visage and scorned from youth, later scarred and dreaded, even burdened with a feminine-sounding name that drew endless mockery, ridicule, dread, and reverence throughout his days—that's Ha Eun.

The sole soul who drew near to such a Ha Eun was Wol Yeon, deprived of sight and speech.

'Looking back, our fates must have intertwined in a past existence too.'

Ha Eun glances up at her radiant smile.

'Without doubt, in that prior life, you bestowed upon me countless gifts. Thus, should the Heavens permit it once more in this existence...I'll repay you tenfold...!'

Hwiooooo-

In this way, Ha Eun ascends alongside her toward that distant land.

A crisp gust envelops them and drifts away.

In some far-off Astral Realm,

A woman there scolds a lounging man in their home, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips.

"Good grief, you lazy oaf! How much longer do you plan to flop around like that? Our rice stores are nearly gone, so at least step out and earn something!"

"Hold on a moment, just you wait. I've been worn out from setting up the foundations of the Confucian Family Method these days, so my dear wife ought to cut me some slack... Once the Confucian Family Method's base is solid, we'll have rice and riches in abundance."

"Oh, that cursed Confucian Family Method! Can't you hear our little one wailing from starvation!? How many more years until that thing's done!? Me scavenging on foot for scraps works for a day at best. Oh, what a foe you are, what a—"

Whik!

Yet right after, the man swiftly seizes his wife's hand mid-rant and draws her close into his embrace.

The wife, caught off guard, stammers briefly before looking away.

"...If...my words came out too sharp..."

"My love. Rest easy. I swear I'll...I'll triumph for sure, never forgetting the support of my first wife who's endured every hardship by my side."

"No... I know you'll make it, but..."

The wife wriggles as if to break free from his hold, but he keeps her near, fire kindling in his gaze.

"Having you here sparks even greater ideas for building the method's foundation. You..."

"W-Wait, right now in the middle of the day...? Alright. Give me a second..."

She wrenches away momentarily, retreats to the chamber, and styles her hair just how her husband prefers.

Applying the dye he procured, she colors one half stark white, the other deep black.

With her locks split in dual tones, she startles suddenly, her cheeks heating up.

"...I only meant to chide him lightly, yet here I am, caught in his sway once more...? That sly fox of a man... No surprise they dub him Old Man Nolbu."

Within a humble village of a minor nation in the Astral Realm,

The fellow known as Old Man Nolbu and his spouse, Nolbu's wife, persist in their squabbles, sustaining a union free from any envy others might hold.

A gentle breeze caresses them and fades into the distance.

Hwiooooo-

Yet again, in a remote corner of the Astral Realm.

A remedy component named the blue worm enjoys widespread application there.

This blue worm boasts a vivid azure tint, and oddly, its exterior mimics snake scales, leading locals to dub the blue worms as land serpents with ocean hues—a 'sea dragon' at times.

A facility dedicated to breeding these blue worms thrives.

A woman there, accompanied by a fox, gazes mournfully at the blue worms while distributing feed.

"When will the karmic debt of the Beast Path finally conclude...?"

The woman eyes the white-coated fox dozing lazily nearby and lets out a heavy sigh.

The white fox, intriguingly, lingers close to the blue worms, swiftly intervening to crush any birds, beasts, or bugs that eye the worms as prey.

"Hey, Miss Oh! Doesn't this lot of herbs look a tad fuller?"

"...Yes. I'll handle the delivery myself, so leave me be."

The lady bearing the Oh surname.

Oh Hye-seo, tending to blue worm cultivation high on a star in the Astral Realm, snaps irritably at the trader who relies on the blue worms for medicine.

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All these blue worms stem from a unified soul.

They represent a wrongdoer from ancient times, reborn repeatedly as vermin across endless cycles, slain and harvested as remedies to atone for their karma.

And...

For the one who captured Oh Hye-seo's affection,

"Still...I'll await that moment..."

She oversees the worms, occasionally harvesting and processing them personally to provide to vendors...

And she endures, waiting tirelessly for her beloved to eventually clear his karmic burden.

Suddenly, her gaze quivers.

"Ah..."

High in the remote heavens,

As heavenly forces shift, she senses mighty presences arriving back at Mount Sumeru.

"You've come back..."

The Crystal King Star Genesis Supreme Deity.

Though he relinquished the role of Owner of Miracles, the emblem of ultimate miraculous authority has wrapped up his affairs in his origin world and reentered Mount Sumeru.

"You have much to handle too..."

As Oh Hye-seo stares blankly skyward, she jolts and turns to the blue worms.

The blue worms, stirred by the recent heavenly flux, have perished en masse.

Yet that's hardly the point.

"Uh, uuh...!"

Typical blue worm souls belong to a condemned spirit, so upon death, they swiftly revert to eggs and rebirth as blue worms.

But...

On this occasion, the essence of the worm Oh Hye-seo watched doesn't cycle back to an egg.

Leaping over immense voids...

It manifests as a 'sentient entity'...!

"Ah...!"

Oh Hye-seo discerns the heavenly alteration and weeps openly.

The miracle's champion has reentered Mount Sumeru.

And,

A wonder unfolds.

The spirit under her care bears sins unabsolved, destined to oscillate between infernal realms and blue worm existences to purify its karma...

Nevertheless, on occasion,

When the torment grows utterly insufferable,

In that singular instance...

It reemerges as a conscious soul surrounded by loving kin, offered a shot at amassing virtue.

"Aaah...!"

Oh Hye-seo streams tears and prepares to hasten to the soul's rebirth site.

Mid-flight, she pauses and glances at the white fox watching her with mournful eyes.

After studying the fox briefly, Oh Hye-seo exhales, scoops it under her arm, and ascends into the air.

"...Yes, we'll journey as one."

Paaat!

Oh Hye-seo transforms into a beam of light in a heartbeat, beaming toward the miracle's envoy high in that distant firmament.

"...Thank you. No...my deepest gratitude."

A pure zephyr carries her heartfelt desire.

Four Great Middle Realms of the Twin Holding Heavenly Domain.

In a section of the Krita realm there, a lavish matrimonial rite unfolds.

"Uhehehe, tonight's going to be thrilling."

It's Yeo Hwi and Ham Jin's union.

Yeo Hwi eyes Ham Jin while dabbing at the saliva trickling from her lips, and Ham Jin flushes faintly before transmitting a reprimand to Yeo Hwi.

But Yeo Hwi fires back even bolder whispers about their inaugural evening, forcing him to seal his lips.

Yu Hwi presides over the ritual, and beneath a canopy of infinite stars, they exchange vows amid benedictions from every Sacred Master in the Twin Holding Heavenly Domain.

"Are you seeing this, Teacher...?"

Ham Jin gazes at the vast stellar arrays overhead.

Following the Interdimensional Void's vanishing.

Middle Realms and Decaying Corpse Realms alike spilled out into the Astral Realm.

Thus, even across numerous Middle Realms now, boundless galaxies stretch visibly.

Today, Yeo Hwi, Ham Jin, and Yu Hwi divined the pure aura, performed their divinations, consulted the Underworld and other supreme beings, learning their sovereign,

The Crystal King Star Genesis Supreme Deity, returns this very day.

Yearning for his grace at the precise hour of his arrival, they schedule their matrimony for now...

Ham Jin tilts his head to the cosmos and shuts his eyes.

'Thank you, Teacher.'

Endless stellar radiance bathes Ham Jin and Yeo Hwi.

Ham Jin senses a star-forged hand gently brushing over his and Yeo Hwi's crowns for a fleeting moment.

As Star Genesis Supreme Deity's Immortal Treasures, they ascended to Great Net Realm heights, yet post-Audience Chamber, the Obsidian Devil Heavenly King revived them at Vestige Liberation Immortal tier, yet they remain authentic True Immortals.

This can't be simple fancy.

Yeo Hwi likely perceives it as well, staring reverently at the stellar torrent above with a grave look and declaring.

"I vow unyieldingly to bring Ham Jin joy. Before the Owner of Myriad Stars, I pledge this, an unbreakable bond persisting until every star dims forever."

Resurrected through the Obsidian Devil Heavenly King, they accept the celestial boon from their myriad-starred overlord...

And that night, beneath the cosmic expanse, they unite.

As cosmic gales sweep the Krita Realm, they muffle the echoes from the duo's debut night.

Hwiooooo-

The gales whisper onward, ultimately cresting Mount Sumeru's peak.

They enter the Sun and Moon Heavenly Domain.

In a spot of the Sun and Moon Heavenly Domain aglow with myriad starbeams,

There,

The inaugural and final Sacred Master of the Purple Gold Realm endures.

Ban Ta, shrunken and ancient, reclines within a shadowed retreat at Ban Ta Castle's heart, drawing labored breaths.

"You...leeching...scum..."

Ban Ta, who upheld the Sacred Master mantle across ten billion years, wheezes while fixating on the far-off starlight.

Encircling Ban Ta, innumerous Star Shattering Esteemed Ones kneel weeping before him.

"How come...not a soul...among you...proved worthy...none at all...? Heh heh heh..."

Has enlightenment dawned upon him somehow?

Ban Ta chuckles with an oddly serene visage.

"Yes...it's dragged on. Truly long..."

For ages,

He ultimately couldn't relinquish the Sacred Master throne and now nears his final exhale.

Through his existence, he's witnessed vast spectacles.

Trials like abrupt temporal surges from transcendents, or reversals of time anew, among others...

He weathered endless ordeals.

Yet persisting through every cataclysm to the conclusion...

Ban Ta at last seals his eyes as a Sacred Master.

'Even so...post my passing, another will manage the Purple Gold Heavenly Lord's Vestiges, perhaps via the Underworld.'

Regret eludes his life.

Dying a Sacred Master, mere steps from True Immortality, stings bitterly...

But beyond that, nothing in this span shames him.

"I...depart now. Should none of you parasitic wretches rise to Sacred Master even after I'm gone...then beseech the Underworld for aid to curb the Purple Gold Vestige...or request they send a Sacred Master to oversee it... Farewell. You parasitic wretches..."

At present,

The grueling Sacred Master karma concludes too.

Thus Ban Ta, liberated from all obligations and burdens,

And even from longing and aspiration, drifts free and softly shuts his eyes.

At ten billion years old.

Such is Ban Ta's span, the Purple Gold Realm's Sacred Master and Mount Sumeru's pioneer Sacred Vessel cultivator to perish from senescence since its dawn.

That's Ban Ta's conclusion.

Or so it seemed.

'...?'

Ban Ta beholds the sight before him.

A dark silhouette sits in lotus position directly ahead.

"Who might you be...?"

Ban Ta, still prone, inquires of the dark silhouette.

The black figure