I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1364: Time Flies

The elders let out a collective sigh of relief. Having kept their distance for sometime, they dared not utter a sound, maintaining a posture of extreme subservience.

These two individuals wielded influence vast enough to reshape the entire world. Should any lingering bad blood have existed between them, the fallout would have been unthinkable. Learning that they were, in fact, old acquaintances turned out to be the most favorable outcome imaginable.

As for the specific history or the nature of their bond, none of those elderly men dared to hazard a guess.

Once the pleasantries were exchanged, Wu Tao trailed Sister Han into the sprawling subterranean metropolis. A mere glance in their direction by the Young Master left the onlookers feeling deeply honored by such unexpected attention.

Though they had visited this hidden realm previously, chances to lay eyes on Sister Han were exceedingly rare. Today, having the privilege to trail her directly into the city—even if it were merely a minor benefit—they understood this honor was entirely due to riding on Mr. Wu’s coattails.

After traversing the luminous, expansive avenue for a short duration.

Guided by Mo Sihan, Wu Tao strolled nonchalantly toward the colossal spire situated at the city's heart.

All along the path, guards clad in crisp suits stood at attention, creating a display of daunting prestige. Observing them with a casual gaze, Wu Tao sensed a profound aura of spirit and Qi emanating from them. It appeared Sister Han had prospered significantly on the Blue Planet, which sparked a quiet sense of satisfaction within him.

Stopping before the base of the crystal spire.

Mo Sihan offered a faint smile, motioning toward Wu Tao as her crimson lips parted.

"This is the Second Young Master."

As her melodic voice resonated, the guards lining the endless thoroughfare dropped to their knees in perfect synchronicity.

"Respectfully welcoming the Second Young Master!"

The sheer force of thousands of men kneeling at the exact same moment sent a shockwave of authority through the air, causing the trailing elders to gasp in silent awe.

Wu Tao, conversely, remained entirely composed.

Though these cultivators stood far above the commoners of the Blue Planet—having surpassed mortal boundaries and radiating an oppressive might that few could endure—to him, it was hardly anything extraordinary. Such spectacles were common occurrences to which he had long ago become accustomed.

They entered the edifice and stepped into the elevator.

As the glass carriage climbed, the nocturnal vista of the underground city unfolded beneath them. Even as the act of riding an elevator remained unchanged, the sensation was entirely different from his earlier arrival. Whether gazing at the opulent architecture or absorbing the breathtaking panorama, the experience stirred his spirit.

When the elevator finally halted at the peak of the spire.

Mo Sihan moved with grace toward the shimmering crystal platform. Her silhouette, framed by the backdrop of the night, was hauntingly beautiful. Between the lavish dining table and the spread of exquisite culinary delights, the scene felt less like a simple meal and more like a dreamlike feast.

Wu Tao joined her with an easy smile, settling into his chair as naturally as if he had arrived back at his own home.

Observing the pair from a respectful distance, the elders dared not manifest the slightest insolence. They remained stationed on the lower terrace, feigning ignorance of their surroundings while quietly admiring the brilliant cityscape.

Even this was enough to satisfy them completely.

Provided this encounter didn't trigger any disaster, they were content. Being permitted to shadow two such titans to the summit of this world was a transformative experience. In days to come, mingling with the elite of foreign nations, this memory alone would serve as a lifetime of bragging rights.

The group gazed outward, their expressions filled with profound emotion.

Up on the high platform.

The dining table stood as a monument to luxury, far exceeding the scale of any royal banquet. Though the length of the table suggested a capacity for many, only Wu Tao and Mo Sihan claimed space at the front. They did not sit adjacent; rather, they occupied positions directly opposite one another, leaving the other seats as if reserved for figures from their shared past.

This arrangement appeared to follow a silent, unspoken code. Once settled, a rare expression of genuine, relaxed happiness graced both their faces.

After the initial formalities, Mo Sihan cast a warm look toward him.

Studying his features, a glimmer of nostalgia appeared in her eyes.

"Thinking back..."

"When the Master brought you into the fold, you were nothing but a small boy, constantly sniffling and burdened by a runny nose. You were so bashful you could barely meet anyone's gaze. Who would have guessed that, in the blink of an eye, such an eternity would vanish?"

Wu Tao nodded, his smile softening.

"Indeed, time escapes us like an arrow. We understand the weight of that sentiment better than anyone."

As he continued, his demeanor shifted from his usual carefree attitude to something more earnest.

"Sister Han."

"I came to seek you out because I wished to ask..."

Before he could finish, Mo Sihan had already used her chopsticks to place a delicate pastry onto his plate.

She gave him a gentle, parental look.

"Eat first."

"Once we have finished, I will bring you there myself. It has been a long time since I visited. How are the others faring these days?"

Wu Tao paused, then offered a nod as he accepted the offering.

"Very well, let us dine first."

"It has been ages since I shared a meal with everyone."

He took a bite, savoring the fragrant flavor that lingered on his palate.

A brief flash of delight crossed Wu Tao’s eyes, and he began to detail the state of their kin to a listening Mo Sihan, who rested her chin upon her hand.

"Our martial brothers remain in good health. Most reside on Shadow Island, going about their duties as they always have. Master's grand scheme is nearing its manifestation."

"Apart from Eldest Senior Brother, who departed early and seems to have reached the world's edge, the rest are occupied with their own designs. Some appear to be mere farmers or chefs on the surface, but in reality, they are silently arranging their chess pieces..."

Listening closely, Mo Sihan nodded with a nurturing warmth in her gaze.

Occasionally, she would inquire about specific individuals.

"And Little Eighteen? Is the lad still as temperamental as ever?"

"Alas, Junior Brother Hong’s path of Dao remains unchanged; his combat style revolves entirely around self-detonation. Just recently, he blew himself up somewhere unknown, and it took the other brothers quite a while to track him down..."

"And Little Ten? His physical body must be formidable by now, correct?"

"Indeed, Junior Brother Bai persists in his stubborn ways. He could leap between planets in a single bound, yet he insists incessantly that he has no clue how to fly."

"Hahaha..."

"Pfft..."

The more they reminisced about their companions, the more the tension dissolved into comfortable laughter. Wu Tao spoke with lively sarcasm, bringing a rare, sincere smile to Mo Sihan's face.

They ate and socialized, sharing a bond as close as blood.

As the meal drew to a close.

Mo Sihan glanced upward, a flicker of melancholy softening her features.

"I often ponder those days when we were all together. They are truly times worth missing."

Moved by her sentiment, Wu Tao set down his chopsticks. Following her gaze, he looked through the icy screen toward the endless expanse of stars.

He nodded, his voice resolute.

"I feel the same."

"We shall return to those days, and everyone will reunite. That moment draws near."

Upon hearing this.

Mo Sihan composed herself, gracefully dabbing her red lips with a napkin. When she stood, the icy, elegant aura of a powerhouse returned to her.

Without further need for words, they both stood, their gazes set firmly on their goal.

The silence that followed was heavy and grave.

Just as they prepared to depart.

The elders waiting below locked their attention upward, gripped by intense curiosity.

Mo Sihan glanced at them with cool indifference and spoke clearly.

"Since you have followed us here, and the timing aligns, there are truths you must now grasp. You will accompany us."

"However, no matter what you witness, steady your hearts and prepare your spirits."

These cryptic remarks left the men in a state of bewilderment. Had anyone else spoken such words, they would be dismissed as madness. But from her, it implied that a truly profound realization was imminent.

Instantly, the men tensed, overwhelmed by the mystery.

Within a heartbeat.

Theories raced through their thoughts, accompanied by a dread that some monumental shift was about to occur.

Yet, in an instant.

All their expectations were completely shattered.

Mo Sihan gave a soft wave of her hand.

The surrounding cityscape dissolved, replaced entirely by a vast, swirling sea of stars!

The men felt their minds go blank, unable to process such a violent shift in perspective. They initially suspected an illusion, but as they felt their bodies drift weightlessly in the void, their hearts plummeted.

They squinted into the darkness, eventually recognizing a massive planet looming ahead. The longer they searched, the more the familiarity took hold, leaving them frozen in sheer disbelief.

Finally, the Grand Commander broke the stillness, his voice fractured with awe.

"Is... is that our Blue Star!?"