Chapter 1244 - Dragon Clans Inheritance
The news that he didn't need to build an interstellar teleportation array to return to the True Martial Continent sounded good to Liu Wuxie.
"Don't celebrate too soon," Elder Long warned, dousing the hope with a bucket of cold realism. "Whether it works or not depends on you. First, you must reach the Void Realm, and you don't have much time."
Even without a teleportation array, Liu Wuxie shouldered the burden; reaching the Void Realm within ten years was like trying to climb to the heavens.
Liu Wuxie sank into thought. Ten years to reach the Void Realm would be difficult, but not impossible.
The True Martial Continent could only last another decade, and Astral Domain storms would strike increasingly often, extinguishing countless lives. He could not wait the whole ten years; by then, humanity would probably be extinct on the True Martial Continent.
Even if he managed to return it, it would be a ruin. In truth, he probably only had eight or nine years before the continent began to collapse, and time was slipping away.
"Whatever the cost, I will accomplish this," Liu Wuxie said, his gaze hardening. Nothing would stop him β not mountains of blades, not seas of fire.
Elder Long sensed an unbreakable will in him, something even an immortal could not crush.
"Come with me," Elder Long said, moved by the resolve. "I'm not fully certain of a solution; I must speak with the sect master first."
He led Liu Wuxie deeper into the palace. He had hesitated to bring the young man here, but the hesitation vanished once he learned about the True Martial Continent.
Puzzled, Liu Wuxie followed. They passed through a vast hall when a burst of draconic aura surged forth, nearly throwing him off his feet.
"This is..." he breathed, shock widening his eyes. Could this be a dragon palace?