Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 630 - 289 The Biggest Search and Rescue Scene in History: Senior Brother, Where Are You?_2

Within the Yu Family, the younger generation teemed with promising youths. This was especially true for the Eldest Son, Yu Tianlong. His name was renowned throughout the entire Yaoguang Heavenly Realm and was even heard of in the other heavens. He was destined to be the Kylin who would propel the Yu Family to even greater heights. With him at the forefront, Yu Xiaolong lived an incredibly comfortable life, which naturally made a world of difference. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Yu Xiaolong understood Ao Canghai's meaning and no longer tried to dissuade him.

Ao Canghai added, "I owe Wang Xiu my life. I'll have to trouble you to take a message back to the Sanqing Immortal Sect for me. If anyone from the Nine Heavens runs into trouble one day, have them bring this token to Canglong Valley to find me. No matter how difficult the matter, I will not refuse! This promise stands as long as I live."

He plucked a scale from the back of his head. It bore a faint trace of blood and shimmered with a profound luster.

Yu Xiaolong took it and said, "I will pass on the message!"

Ao Canghai departed, leaving the island even more desolate.

Yu Xiaolong fell silent for a moment before pushing the thought aside. He activated his magical treasure once more to explore the more distant areas, not forgetting to glance at the others. "What about you all?" he asked. "How much longer can you hold out?"

Meng Ran responded calmly, "I explained the situation to Confucius. He supports any decision I make, so long as I don't miss the portal's closing!"

Upon hearing this, surprise flashed in everyone's eyes.

The passageways between the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths opened once every thousand years, each time for several decades. The exact duration could fluctuate, but not by much. Although several decades wasn't considered a long time in the world of cultivators, these prodigies from the Lower Realm were all under thirty years of age. This was the prime of their youth. It was also the most crucial stage, when their strength would grow the fastest. To spare decades to remain in a place like the Lower Realm, where spiritual energy was sparse—how extravagant was that?

To put it bluntly, this amount of time was enough for their peers in the Nine Heavens to catch up, or even surpass them.

Yu Xiaolong looked surprised. "Is Confucius truly willing to let you stay?"

Meng Ran replied composedly, "Confucius has taught me since childhood that while there are myriad paths to the Great Dao, our Academy lineage cultivates only what the heart desires. Brother Wang risked his life to save me, and now his fate is unknown. If I were to leave now, my heart would never be at peace. In that case, what would be the point even if I cultivated a path that reached the heavens?"

Admiration filled everyone's faces. As expected of the Academy; this was their style.

Zhao Qingyu's voice was soft as she gazed out at the sea, the black strands of hair at her temples fluttering in the wind. "Let's wait a bit longer. I have a feeling he won't die so easily!"

Yes. This was the single thought that all present held onto, the sole reason they had waited until now.

Wang Xiu shouldn't die so easily.

Although they had not known him for long, the Wang Xiu they knew was mysterious and unfathomable, like a boundless ocean with no end in sight. He seemed to possess an endless supply of methods. He never made any wild boasts, yet he somehow gave off a trustworthy aura, as if his shoulders could hold up the sky itself if it were to collapse.

Obviously, such thoughts were not rational. After all, Wang Xiu's final enemy had been a genuine Earth Immortal. But at a time like this, emotion triumphed over reason. It just so happened that every one of them was willing to take a chance, to act on impulse, to make a bet.

Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, another year had gone by. Spring passed and winter arrived. The Northern Sea welcomed several heavy snowfalls, and the world grew colder still. Vast sheets of pristine white ice floes drifted on the sea's surface, stretching to the horizon like a blank, untouched sheet of paper.

Yet, the area was gradually becoming bustling with people.

The initial emergence of Longhuang Island had created a tremendous stir. Now, nearly two years later, no further news had come. This naturally attracted the attention of the major powers of the Cangyuan Realm. After all, those major powers and Immortal Sects had each sent quite a few of their top young talents to enter Longhuang Island alongside the Proud Children of the Nine Heavens.

However, when they arrived, they found nothing but an endless expanse of ice. Longhuang Island had vanished without a trace, having plunged into the deepest depths of the sea. Only some insignificant wreckage and ruins remained. This made many experts from the Immortal Sects and great clans sigh in regret.

"Have you heard? The once-sensational Longhuang Island secret realm, the one so many chosen ones ventured into... not a single one of them came out alive!"

"They all died inside?"

"That's right!"

"Goodness, the Immortal Sects must have suffered devastating losses this time!"

"Wait, I remember... didn't the Saint Heir of Sanqing go in too? He didn't make it out either?"

"He didn't! It's said the Longhuang Island secret realm was fraught with danger. The Saint Heir of Sanqing repeatedly risked his own life to save others, eventually managing to get several of the Proud Children of the Nine Heavens out safely, but he himself remained behind!"

HISS— "Is that really true?"

Countless people were discussing the matter. Crowds of cultivators surged through the sea region, gazing towards the Northern Sea where Longhuang Island once floated, listening to the old legends and sighing endlessly.

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't believe it. People who enter ruins for treasure are a ruthless bunch; you're lucky if they don't stab you in the back! But if you're telling me the Saint Heir of Sanqing did something like this, I believe it!"

"Of course! He's the hero of the Human Race who single-handedly turned the tide on the Demon Race battlefield!"

"The Saint Heir of Sanqing is truly a living Saint! I heard those Proud Children of the Nine Heavens had a bad attitude when they went to the Sanqing Immortal Sect for help, but to think the Saint Heir was still willing to risk his own life for them!"