Cultivation Chat Group Chapter 3160: 3158: A Thousand Years of Waiting, At This Moment, Finally Gets a Response

Chapter 3160: A Thousand Years of Waiting, At This Moment, Finally Gets a Response

The distant future.

A landscape dominated by various shades of gray stretched out across the horizon.

Lady Onion, sporting a short haircut, strode forward with confidence. Her hands were tucked stylishly into her pockets as her high heels clicked rhythmically against the ground.

She radiated a capable and sharp aura in this era, possessing a powerful presence that stood in stark contrast to her once silly and adorable personality.

Trailing a short distance behind her, a massive spirit butterfly flapped its wings lazily, gliding at a low altitude.

Soft Feather sat sideways upon the giant creature, her long hair partially veiling her face. She appeared deeply fatigued.

While her physical appearance remained largely unchanged from thousands of years ago, her temperament had undergone a radical shift.

— In this future timeline, Song Shuhang was far from the only person who had transformed.

Up ahead, Lady Onion offered a piece of advice without stopping her pace. “I am not the only one concerned, Soft Feather. You truly must cease utilizing the power of ‘time.’ Your frequent use of it lately carries a cost that is simply too high.”

“Mm,” Soft Feather whispered, her eyes closed in a weak response. “My apologies, Lady Onion. I promise, this was the final time.”

“...” Lady Onion knit her brows in annoyance. “You give me that exact same answer every single time I bring this up.”

She spun around, intent on giving Soft Feather a stern lecture; she couldn't allow her to continue this self-destructive path!

However, the moment she saw how fragile Soft Feather looked—nearly slipping off the back of the giant spirit butterfly—Lady Onion’s resolve crumbled.

“Forget it. You never listen anyway, no matter how much I nag. I’m not trying to forbid you from using the power of time entirely, but… you should at least manage the frequency so you don't destroy your own body,” Lady Onion sighed deeply.

She felt as though she had become Soft Feather’s mother, constantly fretting over her well-being.

“It really is the last time, I promise you.” Soft Feather opened her lovely eyes slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips. “During this trip, I observed Senior Song. He is nearing the achievement of a pseudo-immortal body. His progress is incredible; it has only been a few months.”

Lady Onion’s stride slowed instinctively. “Tch. Even after I vanished, did Boss Song actually keep up that pace of advancing one Stage every month?”

It felt like such a faded memory.

The Song Shuhang of this current era was still Tyrannical Song, yet he was far more dependable and mature. He was much kinder than the version in her memories, the perfect candidate for a good boss.

Yet, this version of Tyrannical Song was so reliable it felt stifling; he was so steady that it felt wrong to even lose one's temper with him.

While this Tyrannical Song was excellent, Lady Onion found herself longing for the year 2019 and that unreliable Boss Song. More accurately, she missed that entire era—a time when she had no responsibilities and could live her life as a carefree salted fish.

Back then, Song Shuhang was there, along with Senior White, Senior White Two, and all the various Seniors from the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Life in the main world was never dull with Chu Beauty, the Inner World Assistant, and the rest of Song Shuhang’s pendants around to keep her company.

If she possessed the ability to travel to the ‘past’ like Soft Feather, she realized she might also struggle to resist the urge to constantly return to that era just to catch a glimpse of it.

“At the very end, I wanted to spend a little more time watching the Seniors from that period, which is why I stayed longer and ended up so drained,” Soft Feather explained. She brushed the hair from her face to reveal her breathtaking beauty, softly reassuring Lady Onion, “But I give you my word, this really, truly is the last time!”

“You’re swearing to me? And I suppose if you break the oath, my green onion shoot is the one that falls off?” Lady Onion ran her fingers through her short hair. “Can’t you see? I even straightened my green onion shoot specifically to stop you from making those hollow vows.”

“I’m sorry,” Soft Feather apologized immediately.

Looking at her, however, it was hard to tell if she would actually change her ways.

“Never mind, let’s keep moving. We need to see Boss Song. He’s been in closed-door cultivation for nearly a millennium now, hasn't he? It’s time for him to emerge… besides, he owes me a mountain of back pay that needs settling,” Lady Onion said, resuming her long strides.

She planned to do what she always did: knock on the entrance of Tyrannical Song’s Seclusion Place to check for a reaction. If there was silence, she and Soft Feather would simply depart.

This routine had been their reality for several centuries.

Deep down, Lady Onion didn't actually expect ‘Tyrannical Song’ to finish his meditation today.

Throughout these thousands of years, Tyrannical Song had frequently entered seclusion.

She had assumed he wouldn't reappear until the full thousand-year mark had passed.

Boom—

Just as Lady Onion raised her hand to knock, the massive gates of the Seclusion Place swung open on their own.

Then, the mature and steady Tyrannical Song walked out. He wore a soft smile, though he looked slightly more aged than before.

“I am sorry for causing you both such worry,” Tyrannical Song said, his voice gentle.

The stylish Lady Onion stood paralyzed, caught off guard by Tyrannical Song’s sudden appearance.

“Mister Song, have you finally finished?” Behind her, Future Child hopped gracefully down from the spirit butterfly.

“Yes, this particular session lasted a bit longer than I intended,” Tyrannical Song replied with a warm smile, glancing upward. “I apologize. Please forgive me for leaving all the burdens and pressure on your shoulders… I have been rather useless in comparison.”

Short-haired Lady Onion looked around, confused. “Who are you talking to?”

[You were the perfect version of me from my dreams.] In that moment, a voice echoed out of the void. It was unmistakably Song Shuhang’s voice, yet it sounded younger and more regal.

Dependable and kind.

Skilled at gathering spirit stones.

Fluent in the ancient tongue.

And capable of enduring long-term closed-door cultivation!

The ‘reliable senior’ persona that Song Shuhang had always fantasized about was almost perfectly realized in this Tyrannical Song.

If this version was considered useless, then what had been the point of all his efforts?

[From this moment on, I will handle everything.] The voice of Song Shuhang continued to resonate from the vacuum.

“I am leaving it in your hands, Shuhang,” Tyrannical Song whispered, his eyes drifting shut.

As the words left his lips,

The aura of the Gentle Tyrannical Song shifted dramatically.

He seemed to grow in stature, his posture straightening as if a spiritual weight had been lifted. Where Tyrannical Song had once looked nearly broken by the weight of reality, those burdens were now gone!

Furthermore, a subtle spiritual pressure began to radiate from his form.

His features remained largely the same, yet he appeared younger.

That dependable smile remained on his face.

The curve of his lips hadn't changed—yet strangely, that same smile now carried a distinctly ‘reckless’ energy.

It was, without question, the unmistakable symptom of a terminal case of Thrice Reckless Disease!

The Tyrannical Song standing before the Seclusion Place opened his eyes.

The instant he did, his expressions became ‘vivid.’

His face was once again an open book.

Lady Onion’s jaw dropped as she stared in shock at the transformed Song Shuhang.

“It has been a long time, Lady Onion.” Song Shuhang gave a wave to both Lady Onion and Soft Feather, then added, “I’m back, Future Child!”

Future Child’s long hair settled as the wind died down. “Mister Song!”

The wait of a thousand years had, at long last, received its answer.