Chapter 270

Chapter 270: Everyone Crying (Five Changes)

Lin Chuyue and the Drunken Sword Daoist heard this and quickly evacuated.

Lu Ye closed his eyes, and blue light erupted from him in an instant.

Endless blue transformed into a sky full of sparkling lights, surging throughout the Fourth Heaven, intense sorrow ebbing and flowing throughout the realm.

Initially, the cultivators in a normal state didn’t feel much, just a flurry of pessimistic images flashing through their minds.

But some people were different.

This group was composed of the family and friends of the powerful individuals who had just been obliterated by Lu Ye’s Nine Suns Leaving Fire Devouring World Formation. They were recently in mourning over their loved ones’ passing.

Their emotions had just begun to settle.

And now……

Those cultivating suddenly found themselves overwhelmed by intense sorrow, memories of their fathers turning to ashes surfacing uncontrollably.

“Pfft!”

A mouthful of blood spurted out, energy going wild, as they began to spiral toward madness.

“Senior Brother!”

A wail echoed throughout the entire sect!

“Come back! I miss you! I miss you! Waaa…”

Someone was at a gathering.

Suddenly, there was a heart-wrenching cry.

“Master! Waaa…”

Everyone froze in place.

“Fellow Daoist Yuanshang is truly passionate; even I am moved! Waaa…”

“Ah, why are you crying? It’s perfectly normal to weep over Master’s demise; why are you crying? When you cry, I can’t help but cry too! Waaa…”

At this point, it really was a disaster.

The cries became a sorrowful chorus, quickly blending together.

Some were weeping for their Masters’ death, while others were crying for no reason at all; they were just crying.

The dancing fairies in the ballroom exchanged bewildered glances.

What’s going on?

I mean, you guys are crying like this; can we still dance?

What’s wrong with you esteemed Daoists?

Each of these dancers had tragic backgrounds: a gambling father, a sick mother, a sword-practicing little brother, and a shattered self.

They weren’t crying, but you lofty fellows were?

If you’re going to cry, at least pay us!

If not, then……

The dancers suddenly thought of this possibility and were instantly filled with despair. They were weak, powerless; if these high and mighty Daoists didn’t give them money, they had no way out.

They were so miserable!

“Waaa…”

……

“Martial Aunt, Master just left, and we’re doing such outrageous things; I truly feel sorry for Master. I’m not human, I’m not human!”

“Waaa… you go down; I also feel sorry for your Master. It’s all my fault; if I hadn’t been restless, this wouldn’t have happened! Waaa…”

“Martial Aunt, don’t say that! The more you say it, the more guilty I feel! Ahhhh, I’m in so much pain, so much suffering!”

“Then why don’t you come down!”

“Your leg is tangled around mine; I can’t come down! I really can’t!”

The two were originally battling.

But as they fought, they ended up crying.

“Pause? Waaa…”

“Okay, cry first, then we’ll fight…”

They stopped fighting, moved to safe spots, wiped their tears, and blew their noses.

Seriously, how did it come to this?

This crying zapped all the murderous intent, all the fighting spirit – how can we fight?

In the Eastern Wilderness, sorrow spread everywhere.

Truly a lamentation that was palpable.

Everyone was crying, sobbing heavily.

Heart-wrenching pain, heads hung low, and feet stomped in frustration; they just couldn’t stop!

Soon, this sorrowful atmosphere began to spread.

In the Southern Barbarians, various hidden great demons cried uncontrollably, not understanding why, despite their strength, they still had to hide in the deep mountains.

Every sect was crying intensely, unable to extricate themselves.

In the Western Desert, they cried, lamenting their pitiful existence, wandering in a desert where not even a single blade of grass could be found.

In the Northern Cold, they cried for the cold, for the biting chill.

The cries reverberated through the heavens.

“Stop crying! Stop crying! We cultivators must have a strong will, we must strive on! Waaa… it’s just so hard! Cultivation is just too hard! I can’t do it, can’t do it!”

“I have nothing sad to cry about; you all stop crying! Because when you cry, I want to cry too!”

“No, something isn’t right here. I need to check this out! Waaa…”

They cried for a good half an hour; everyone’s eyes were bloodshot.

“No more crying! Everyone calm down, stop crying!”

“Stop crying!”

Someone sniffled and couldn’t hold back, letting out a whimper.

That gentle whimper triggered another wave of crying.

The cries echoed through the heavens.

Lu Ye, thousands of miles away in the sky, seemed to hear that immense crying.

Oh man, whose cry is so loud? Full of energy, it must be a powerful person.

Lin Chuyue was crying so hard her eyes were misty; she was actually living quite happily and had no major regrets.

But so what?

She just wanted to cry!

The Drunken Sword Daoist gulped down alcohol, crying as he drank.

Look at Lu Ye; he stepped in and solved the issues with the Dark God Cult and the suffering cave all on his own, and then look at me? Just muddling along as the Heavenly Gate Master, unable to solve anything.

Ridiculous, totally ridiculous!

I can only drown my sorrows in drink and cry my eyes out.

The entire world was crying.

“Drip, waaa…”

Huh?

“Ding, why are you crying?”

“Drip, sister, host.”

Great, even the Heavenly Dao is crying.

The Emperor’s Banner trembled a bit.

“What’s wrong? You’re crying too?” Lu Ye asked the Emperor’s Banner.

“Master… Master, hiccup, I can’t take it…”

Lu Ye……

This one’s just pure overwhelmed.

The blue light burst forth, merging into the heavens and earth, quickly being purified.

As long as this sorrow doesn’t accumulate, it can be resolved easily.

“Ding, Heavenly Dao, pour!”

“Drip, received!”

The divine patterns on Lu Ye’s forehead glowed, and in a moment, he expanded once again.

At the same time, Lin Chuyue and the Drunken Sword Daoist received rewards from the Heavenly Dao.

Lu Ye quickly refined it.

His energy surged wildly.

But Lu Ye felt a bit regretful; only one more round of growth was left to resolve.

He could only receive one more irrigation; afterward, it would require his own effort to cultivate.

Eighth level of the Spirit Communication Realm!

Ninth level of the Spirit Communication Realm!

Tenth level of the Spirit Communication Realm!

Not yet at the limit, breaking another level!

With one breath, he reached the Eleventh level of the Spirit Communication Realm! Lu Ye felt he truly understood the essence of the Spirit Communication Realm – being able to connect with the heavens, the Dao flowing through everything!

Once he digested the rewards from the Heavenly Dao, Lu Ye immediately unleashed the Vermilion Bird True Fire, throwing heaps of heavenly materials and earthly treasures into it.

No time like the present, today he would break through to the Spirit Communication Realm and condense his sixth life!

The Vermilion Bird True Fire blazed fiercely.

Heaven and earth treasures quickly transformed into medicinal liquid, intertwining to form a pill the size of a fist.

Lu Ye opened his mouth and swallowed it.

Whoa… so hot!

Breakthrough!