Chapter 996: Chapter 551: Farewell, Boss (The End)_2 Chapter 996: Chapter 551: Farewell, Boss (The End)_2 “`
[We won!]
[How long did we fight?]
[About a month, I reckon. This has got to be the longest boss fight in gaming history, a gang of us pounding away for a month before we finally took it down.]
[It didn’t die, it fled. Does this mean we have to fight it again?]
[Good grief, I’m utterly gobsmacked. The best reward for a player after a hard-won boss battle is a repeat performance, huh?]
[Quit talking, I can’t make heads nor tails of where we are now.]
The prolonged battle had permanently wrecked the environment here, causing players to tumble into an entirely new location due to countless space-time fragments.

This was a corner of the Land of Dao Certification, yet it didn’t seem to be the space-time they knew.

Before them, a gigantic block had come into existence due to the fragments of space and time, a block that appeared to connect all its temporal iterations, allowing it to shuttle between different space-times.

Looking at the block, Black Tech pondered for a moment, then conducted an identification on it.

After getting the results from the identification, he said in the Morals Aid Group, [This is a Heaven-Opening Block.]
[So this is a Heaven-Opening Block too, but it seems quite new.]
Black Tech: [That’s right, this is the primal Heaven-Opening Block. The battle with the Capricious Will shattered space and time, and this Heaven-Opening Block was born here from that. It seems we’ve also been drawn by this block and have arrived in the past.]
[…Eh? Is this the “Stellar Nebula” DLC, are we starting to play the game in the past now?]
Black Tech: [That seems to be the case. But we’d better not do too much.]
[Why not?]
Black Tech: [Though you’ve not noticed, in the battle with the Capricious Will, we’ve all been corrupted. If we do too much, the corruption will spread and worsen the game’s environment. However, if we return to the present, then everything should be fine.]
[Got it, then let’s make an effort to get back. Sigh, I did want to see what would happen if we keep messing with the past.]
[Since we’ve returned to the past, let’s give ourselves a new name. Morals Aid Group is a bit outdated.]
[I think so too. Since we’re all Cultivators, we might as well call ourselves the Immortal Assembly.]
[Agreed, I’ve actually liked this name for a long time; I’ve always wanted it!]
[Alright, that settles it cheerfully.]
The name Immortal Assembly was originally just something the Morals Aid Group came up with, but for some reason, it suddenly gained widespread acceptance among players.

Afterward, they sparked countless ripples throughout the universes under this name, even affecting future developments, but that was no longer Fang Cheng’s concern.

Sensing that this cause and effect had been resolved, Fang Cheng wandered the Origin Land, where he saw the Capricious Will that had fled here.

Ignoring Capricious Will, Fang Cheng gazed upon the Origin Land, understanding why it felt so familiar.

This was the place of disincarnate rebirth from his past life.

To avoid influencing others, he’d chosen a secluded area for his disincarnate rebirth, but the force he emitted before disincarnating still affected this place, creating a vast Origin Land and the emitted Land of Dao Certification.

However, he had anticipated this situation; therefore, the primal Origin Land was very safe and wouldn’t see such issues.

The variable was the Capricious Will.

It represented the inevitable doom of all universes, and after entering his realm of disincarnation, it merged with the residual forces and eventually took on this form.

But now, that future need not exist anymore.

Casually dispatching Capricious Will, Fang Cheng looked upon his former disincarnation ground when suddenly, he heard a voice that had crossed a millennium.

“Have you found it?”

“I have,” Fang Cheng replied.

A voice spanning a thousand years received its echo at that moment, past, present, and future resonating together, echoing in his heart like heavenly music.

At this moment, Fang Cheng’s heart was devoid of worries and trivial matters; all cause and effect had been resolved, leaving only curiosity and longing for ascension.

Gently nodding towards the direction of the players, Fang Cheng’s figure then vanished without a trace.

Two years later.

Yawning, Huang Ping got up, prepared breakfast for his wife, gently touched his daughter’s face, then left home content.

Stepping out, he walked to his office and suddenly saw on the drone advertisement in the sky, the announcement of “Stellar Nebula’s” third anniversary.

On the screen, Cultivators flying to the heavens and earth fought amidst a tangle of Mechas, with ultra-alluring NPCs cheering and shouting from the sidelines, looking intensely exciting.

But the pedestrians below had grown accustomed to it.

Although they all seemed like office workers heading to work in the morning, once they returned home, they were the saviors of various universes, omnipotent Cultivators, superheroes saving the world in their giant Mechas.

They had been through enough and watching the promo videos no longer stirred them; they were still going to play once home anyway.

Looking back, quite a lot had happened in the game over these two years.

The Gate of Hell had opened, demons from other realms descended, unleashing carnage and bloodshed.

They were eventually wiped out, but not without a Succubus or two left behind – after all, they were enticing.

Then heaven’s gates opened, endless angels surged in, and another great battle ensued.

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