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

Afterstory 4 - End. Hwiiiii-

Time flows onward.

In Earth's dimension, we choose to leave portions of our souls within the bodies from our birth era, while our primary forms journey back to Mount Sumeru.

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

Those divided souls possess power reaching at least Vestige Liberation Immortal level, ensuring no serious troubles arise.

We set off again for Mount Sumeru, observing the lone threads of awareness we've placed behind as they thrive happily on Earth.

With an ongoing link to the split souls remaining on Earth, we essentially remain one unified entity, preventing any severe splits in our character.

"Let's go, now."

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

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

We must reach Mount Sumeru swiftly, achieve true Supreme Deity status, and restore order to Mount Sumeru's laws and structures as fast as possible—even if just one day earlier.

Given the vast time disparity between Mount Sumeru and Earth, it's unclear how our few Earth years translate there.

Mount Sumeru looms ahead in the distance, and the myriad transformations unfolding within it come into our view.

Amid those shifts...

Long-desired bonds appear before us.

We glance at the fates of our former ties and grin contentedly.

"Lady Yeon!"

A rugged martial artist gripping a guandao bellows loudly outside a grand manor.

"Lady Yeon! Show yourself at once! You can't possibly want a wedding with those fools, right!?"

The rough-hewn warrior, his face dotted with 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, my lady...I'll come charging to your side anytime!"

Booong!

The warrior swings the guandao in a mighty sweep.

That powerful blow instantly crumbles the manor's towering walls and the intricate Extraordinary Pattern arrays inside, sending tremors rippling across the surroundings.

Detecting the chaos erupting among the manor's inhabitants, the man exploits the disorder, slips inside, and confronts two women.

"Y-You savage brute! What is this outrageous intrusion, you wild thug!? Didn't Yeon already refuse you!?"

One is a youthful lady, the other a soft-featured, rounded woman who appears to be her mother.

"Hmph, that's because you're confining her indoors and won't let her out. We share a private code known only to us."

"A private code!"

"Tapping the floor seven times using the pinky finger. A specific knock pattern...that's her sign she wants to leave but can't."

"Th-That's impossible! You're claiming you caught Yeon's pinky taps from the inner chambers, all the way from outside the manor?"

"That's the prowess of a Blooming martial artist. Even if I spell it out, you wouldn't grasp it... Come on, my lady!"

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

Hwiooooo-

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

Channeling his inner energy technique, he erects a protective qi barrier to shield her from the rushing gales, allowing her to savor the vast winds of the open heavens.

"How does it feel, my lady? This is the breeze of freedom."

Responding to the man's query, Lady Yeon—the young woman with a faint pink mark on her cheek—flushes and etches words onto his shoulder.

Blind, mute, and unable to scent the world.

Her existence limits her to touch and sound alone.

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

The man beams broadly at the message Wol Yeon traces on his shoulder.

-It's so refreshing. Warrior Ha Eun.

"Really? Then I'll dash even quicker. Straight to that western land where you can craft endless dolls...!"

Shioooooo-

With his cherished companion atop his shoulder, the Heart Dao Blooming martial artist Ha Eun chuckles wildly, as if ready to take flight, while propelling his movement art toward the remote destination.

Born with a pockmarked visage and shunned from youth, later scarred and dreaded by all, even his name evoking femininity—Ha Eun endured a lifetime of mockery, ridicule, terror, and reverence.

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

'Thinking back, our bond must span from a past existence.'

Ha Eun gazes upward at her radiant smile.

'In that prior life too, you surely bestowed much upon me. Thus, if fate permits in this one...I'll repay you tenfold...!'

Hwiooooo-

So Ha Eun ascends alongside her toward that distant realm.

A crisp gust envelops them and drifts away.

In some far-off Astral Realm,

A woman there scolds a lounging man in their home, who idly puffs on a cigarette.

"Good grief, you lazy oaf! How much longer will you flop around like this? Our rice stores are nearly gone—please, just head out and earn something!"

"Hold on a bit, you'll see. I've been exhausted from setting up the Confucian Family Method foundations lately, so my wife ought to cut me some slack... Once the Confucian Family Method basics are solid, we'll have rice and riches in abundance."

"Oh, that cursed Confucian Family Method! Can't you hear our child wailing from hunger!? How many more years until it's done!? Me scavenging food on foot is fine for a day or so, but oh, what a curse you are, what a—"

Whik!

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

The wife, caught off guard, parts her lips in surprise, then turns her gaze aside.

"...If...my words were too sharp..."

"Wife. Rest easy. I will surely...surely triumph, never forgetting the support of my devoted first wife who's endured every hardship with me."

"No... I know you'll succeed, but..."

The wife wriggles as if to escape his hold, but the man keeps her firm, fire igniting in his stare.

"Staying by your side sparks even stronger ideas for the method's foundations. You..."

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

She wrenches free briefly, retreats to the chamber, and styles her hair in her husband's favored way.

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

With her split-toned hair, she suddenly startles, her cheeks heating up.

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

In a modest village tucked away in a minor nation of the Astral Realm,

The fellow known as Old Man Nolbu and his spouse, Nolbu's wife, persist in their squabbles while nurturing a union free from any outsider's jealousy.

A gentle breeze caresses them and fades into the distance.

Hwiooooo-

Yet again, in another remote Astral Realm.

A remedy component named the blue worm gains widespread popularity there.

This blue worm boasts a vivid azure hue, and oddly, its exterior mimics snake scales, leading locals to dub it an earthbound dragon with ocean-tinted armor—a 'sea dragon' at times.

A facility dedicated to cultivating these blue worms thrives.

A woman, accompanied by a fox, stands gloomily as she tends to the blue worms, scattering feed.

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

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

This white-furred fox, intriguingly, lingers close to the blue worms, swiftly intervening to crush any birds, beasts, or insects that prey on them.

"Hey, Miss Oh! Has this lot of herbs fattened up some?"

"...Yes. I'll deliver them myself, so leave me be."

The woman of the Oh clan.

Oh Hye-seo, laboring to breed blue worms high upon a star in the Astral Realm, snaps irritably at the trader who processes the worms into medicines.

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All these blue worms stem from one unified soul.

They represent a transgressor from ancient times, reborn repeatedly as vermin across eons, slain and harvested as ingredients 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 preserving them personally to sell to vendors...

And she endures, waiting endlessly for her beloved to purge his full karmic burden.

Suddenly, her gaze quivers.

"Ah..."

Far in the heavens,

As heavenly qi shifts dramatically, she senses mighty presences reentering Mount Sumeru.

"You've come back..."

The Crystal King Star Genesis Supreme Deity.

Though he relinquished the role of Miracles' Owner, the emblem of ultimate miraculous authority has concluded his affairs in his origin world and rejoined Mount Sumeru.

"You have much ahead too..."

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

Influenced by the recent heavenly qi surge, every blue worm has perished.

Yet that's secondary.

"Uh, uuh...!"

Typical blue worm souls belong to a condemned spirit; upon death, they swiftly cycle back into eggs for rebirth as worms.

But...

This instance, the essence of the worm Oh Hye-seo watched doesn't revert to an egg.

Leaping over immense voids...

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

"Ah...!"

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

The Miracles' Owner has returned to Mount Sumeru.

And,

A miracle unfolds.

The soul under her care retains its unabsolved sins, doomed to oscillate between infernal torment and blue worm existence for purification...

However,

Occasionally,

When the suffering peaks beyond endurance,

In that singular juncture...

It reemerges as a conscious being surrounded by love, earning opportunities to gather merits.

"Aaah...!"

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

Mid-flight, she halts, glancing at the white fox eyeing her with sorrow.

After contemplating the fox, Oh Hye-seo exhales, scoops it beneath her arm, and ascends.

"...Yes, we'll head there together."

Paaat!

Instantly transforming into a beam of light, Oh Hye-seo beams toward the Miracles' Owner in the distant firmament above.

"...Thank you. No...thank you so much."

A pure wind carries her heartfelt desire.

Four Great Middle Realms of the Twin Holding Heavenly Domain.

Within the Krita realm's domain, a magnificent 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, firing a reprimand via voice transmission.

But Yeo Hwi counters with even bolder hints about their wedding night through transmission, forcing him to seal his lips.

Yu Hwi presides over the ritual, and beneath innumerable stars, they exchange vows amid benedictions from the Twin Holding Heavenly Domain's Sacred Masters.

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

Ham Jin gazes at the myriad galaxies overhead.

Post-Interdimensional Void's vanishing.

Middle Realms and Decaying Corpse Realms alike were expelled into the Astral Realm.

Thus, endless cosmic vistas now grace many Middle Realms.

Today, Yeo Hwi, Ham Jin, and Yu Hwi divined the pure qi flows, performed auguries, consulted the Underworld and other titans, learning their sovereign,

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

Seeking his blessing at his arrival's precise hour, they schedule their ceremony accordingly...

Ham Jin tilts his head to the stellar expanse and shuts his eyes.

'Thank you, Teacher.'

Endless star radiance bathes Ham Jin and Yeo Hwi.

Ham Jin senses a starlight-formed hand gently caressing their crowns for a fleeting moment.

As Star Genesis Supreme Deity's Immortal Treasures, they ascended to Great Net Realm, yet post-Audience Chamber, the Obsidian Devil Heavenly King's revival demoted them to Vestige Liberation Immortal tier—still, they are authentic True Immortals.

This sensation transcends mere fancy.

Yeo Hwi likely perceives it as well, her face adopting a grave demeanor as she beholds the stellar river cascading above and declares.

"Without fail, I will make Ham Jin truly happy. Before the Owner of Myriad Stars, I vow this, an unbreakable pact enduring until every star dims forever."

Resurrected by the Obsidian Devil Heavenly King, they bask in the celestial favor of their lord and master amid countless stars...

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

As astral gales sweep the Krita Realm, they muffle the fervent cries from the duo's inaugural night.

Hwiooooo-

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

They enter the Sun and Moon Heavenly Domain.

In a sector of the Sun and Moon Heavenly Domain aglow with myriad star beams,

There,

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

Ban Ta, shrunken and frail in old age, reclines within a dim hermitage 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 staring at the remote starlit heavens.

Encircling Ban Ta, 'innumerable' Star Shattering Esteemed Ones kneel in reverence, tears streaming down.

"How...could there be...not one worthy soul...among you all...none...? Heh heh heh..."

Has enlightenment dawned upon him?

Ban Ta erupts in laughter, his features oddly serene.

"Yes...it's been ages. Truly ages..."

For an eternity,

He ultimately couldn't relinquish the Sacred Master throne and now faces his final moments.

Across his existence, he's witnessed vast spectacles.

Trials like abrupt temporal surges by transcendents, or reversals thereof, and beyond...

He weathered endless ordeals.

Yet persisting through every cataclysm to this finale...

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

'Even so...after me, some successor will manage the Purple Gold Heavenly Lord's Vestiges, perhaps via the Underworld.'

He harbors no life's regrets.

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

But beyond that, nothing in this existence shames him.

"I...depart now. Should none of you parasitic wretches claim Sacred Master post-mortem...then beseech the Underworld for aid to curb the Purple Gold Vestige...or request a dispatched Sacred Master for oversight... Farewell. You parasites..."

Now,

The burdensome Sacred Master karma concludes.

Thus Ban Ta, liberated from all obligations and yearnings,

Even from aspiration and faith, 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 inaugural Sacred Vessel cultivator to perish from senescence.

That marks Ban Ta's conclusion.

Or so it seemed.

'...?'

Ban Ta beholds the sight before him.

A shadowy form sits in lotus position directly ahead.

"Who are you...?"

Ban Ta, still prone, inquires of the shadowed figure.

The shadowed figure