Chapter 1440: Chapter 891: Deer Academy and Six-Eared Macaque_2

With her talents, becoming an Immortal was far from possible; if not for De Quan seeking that Adult at the time, I fear she would have long exhausted her lifespan and turned into a handful of yellow earth.

Death is certainly nothing to be feared, but in an era of great competition, dying a meaningful death is what should be aimed for.

On this thought, a wave of gratitude couldn’t help but surge up in her heart.

Despite being mentally prepared, she still couldn’t resist the desire to personally visit Deer Academy.

Perhaps there, she could encounter the descendants of old acquaintances and could look after them, a fitting tribute to the friendships of the past.

With one step, the surrounding scenery rapidly receded like lightning, and a distance of tens of thousands of miles passed fleetingly beneath the feet of the War Goddess.

Very soon, there was a significant change in the scenery ahead.

In the distance, nine towering mountains stood in a staggered arrangement, winding like nine giant dragons, their presence overwhelming. Each mountain had a waterfall cascading from its peak, like the Milky Way turned upside down, with droplets splashing everywhere, creating a deafening roar.

Especially the central mountain, which was even steeper and more rugged, resembling a Longsword thrusting into the sky, its front face as though cleaved by a sharp blade, smooth as a mirror, like a huge block of tofu.

Engraved on that great peak were four large characters: “Deer Academy.”

These characters, weathered by wind and rain, had become mottled and broken, but still exuded an ancient and vigorous aura.

The War Goddess, looking at the scene before her, couldn’t help but feel an inexplicable excitement swelling in her heart.

This force, once on par with the renowned Heaven Mending Pavilion in the Wilderness Area, still existed, which was both gratifying to her and made her journey worthwhile.

After all, it has been millions of years, an astronomical number. It’s not just individuals, but even once glorious powers that might not endure over such a lengthy passage of time.

The War Goddess landed at the foot of the mountain, looking up at that majestic peak, pondering inwardly: she wondered how Deer Academy was nowadays, and if anyone still remembered her, once the leading senior disciple.

But she didn’t show herself, hiding her presence before heading straight for the gate.

She didn’t want to disturb anyone; she was just visiting the old site as someone making a return visit.

Besides, there probably wouldn’t be any familiar faces in the Academy now; whether she appeared or not made little difference.

Compared to the memories, there was some change inside; the years had been long, and some buildings had decayed and collapsed early on, replaced now by newly constructed ones.

However, one could still barely make out some traces of the past.

The passage of time had left deep marks, indicating countless repairs.

In one area, there was a cacophony of voices; a group of young disciples was training. The War Goddess glanced over, looking at them, and a wave of sentimentality flooded her heart.

She seemed to see herself, sweating and toiling in her training here from years past, as well as hear the cheerful laughter of fellow brothers and sisters who once fought alongside her.

However, as she walked, she didn’t encounter any old friends,

Clearly, just as she had anticipated, those familiar figures from the past had likely passed away. Time is merciless, and in the turmoil of the waves, only piles of white bones remained. Without achieving Immortality, no one can avoid this fate.

Walking her journey, the War Goddess had a solemn expression; she vaguely felt that Deer Academy, once advancing shoulder to shoulder in an unconventional manner, now seemed like an old man nearing the end of his days.

The current strongest in the Academy didn’t even count as a Half-step Venerable, and the number of disciples had also significantly dwindled, their quality barely passable. The Academy’s continued existence must rely on its former reputation… perhaps including the care from Liu Village.

If she remembered correctly, the Wilderness also had its Liu Village, but those were just some old-men left from former times to watch over the Ancestral Land.

Of course, this is all relative.

Any Elder remaining in the Lower Realm from that village is a being comparable to an Emperor of a nation.

Moreover, communication between the Lower Realm and higher realms is still strong; they came down through that very channel this time, and Village Chief Lin would send a certain amount of cultivation materials down at regular intervals.

Not having found familiar faces, after some thought, the War Goddess changed direction, crossing the Academy grounds to a certain mountain.

The mountain was named Yun Wu Peak, with its peaks gathering like a congregation, shrouded in mists, unfolding slowly like an elegant ink wash painting.

Ancient trees touched the sky among the mountains, slender bamboo rustled, and a clear stream babbled through the rocks.

This mountain was where her Master used to reside.

Along the way, fallen leaves covered the path, with no signs of human activity, giving an air of desolation and bleakness.

In a more secluded corner, the War Goddess found a solitary grave mound with a stele standing in front of it, bearing a few bold and powerful characters–“The Tomb of Li Daen.”

These simple words, like a heavy hammer, struck fiercely upon her heart, making her breath involuntarily catch.

The person was her own mentor.

The War Goddess’s eyes gradually moistened, and she slowly approached, reaching out to touch the stele gently, feeling the coolness at her fingertips.

The sound and smile of her mentor, those earnest teachings, at this moment became the most tender memories in her heart, yet they also became exceptionally painful due to this sudden parting.

The War Goddess could not help but feel sorrow from the depths of her heart, tears falling and landing on the stele, blurring her vision, her voice choking, full of grief.

At this moment, the breeze of Emerald Peak also seemed to become heavier, as if mourning for the War Goddess.

…

Afterward, for several days, the War Goddess searched for descendants of her former acquaintances, but in the end, she only found one junior sister’s progeny. Observing from a distance, their talent was too poor, at most reaching minor proficiency in Blood Movement.

She left behind some wealth and, after consideration, also some resources for cultivation.

Although their talent was not great, what if among their descendants, or the descendants of their descendants, there appeared an extraordinarily talented Heavenly Pride?

All of this was uncertain.

While it did depend on the innate abilities of both parents, in all things in the world, there is always room for unexpected occurrences.

Staying at the academy for a few more days, Willow God set off for the appointed place with Tu Wa Zi, ready to return to the Immortal Domain.

The Deer Academy she sees now is no longer the one from her memories.

All the familiar faces from the past no longer exist, and staying here would only be to reminisce about old times; it’s no longer necessary.

Before leaving, the War Goddess secretly left a heart method capable of Igniting The Divine Fire in the main hall of Deer Academy.

For the Immortal Domain, such a cultivation technique is common as dirt.

But in the Lower Realm, it is incredibly precious; if it were to spread, it would be more than enough to provoke a storm of blood and violence.

…

Liu Village.

At the break of dawn, the world seemed to be draped in a splendid golden veil, a warm breeze gently sweeping across the land, as if an enchanting beauty was tenderly caressing your face with her soft, boneless skin, exceptionally pleasant.

On the back mountain, mountain ranges piled upon each other, giants standing tall and majestic everywhere, lush green pines and cypresses thriving like a green ocean, swaying lightly with the wind, rustling softly.

At this moment, atop a certain mountain peak.

Stones lie scattered, their surfaces smooth.

On one of the stones sit two figures side by side, one large, one small.

They are two monkeys with glossy and lustrous fur.

Dignified in posture, they resemble cultivators sitting on the rock, breathing rhythmically, quietly absorbing the essence of the sun.

The large monkey is golden-haired, shimmering with the brilliance of the sun, its gaze deep and serene, as if seeing through all things in the world.

Its body is robust, its limbs powerful, exuding an extraordinary aura. It consumes the vigorous Power of the Sun in mere moments, absorbing most of it swiftly.

The little monkey appears much more reserved, of course, this might be due to its strength and realm not yet reaching that of the large monkey.

In comparison to the large monkey, the little monkey looks more lively and adorable, with fur showing a pale gold color, shining with an innocent glow.

What catches the eye most are the three small ears on each side of its head, trembling slightly as if capturing the sounds of the world.

The little monkey’s eyes are clear as water, filled with curiosity and innocence. Though it is cultivating, its gaze occasionally drifts to the distance, and even a passing sparrow can draw its attention away.

“Focus on your cultivation, in a while, the Adult will personally check your progress!”

The Monkey King, noticing the little monkey’s distraction, opened his eyes, which sparkled with golden radiance. Raising his monkey paw, he gave the little monkey three taps on the forehead.