The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 1049

Chapter 1049: Chapter 1046: The Great Era of Healing Chapter 1049: Chapter 1046: The Great Era of Healing “So it stands to reason that you're unclear… The Three Realms Martial Arts Conference is a grand martial contest co-hosted by the clans of the Three Realms. At that time, numerous sects from the clans of the Three Realms will participate in the Martial Assembly, seeking to improve themselves through battle and vie for rewards,” Lu Hua Ming explained.

“There's Demonic Qi!” Shen Luo, about to speak upon hearing this, suddenly frowned, a look of alertness appearing on his face.

This stream of Demonic Qi was not concealed at all, and it did not emanate from Gu Hua Ling.

Immediately afterward, he followed the direction of the Demonic Qi and saw a large figure clad in Armor, a tiger-headed monster holding a stack of scrolls, striding past them with an air of nonchalance.

The monster seemed to notice Shen Luo's probing and turned its head to look over here.

Shen Luo's wrist twisted, ready to summon the Dragon Horn Cone, but a surprising scene unfolded before him.

The tiger-headed monster raised an eyebrow, grinned broadly, and even enthusiastically lifted a claw in greeting, as if acknowledging an old friend.

Shen Luo stared at the monster's white, gleaming fangs, slightly stunned.

Only then did he turn to see Lu Hua Ming also waving a hand in response to the tiger-headed monster.

As the monster's figure vanished around the corner of the gallery, Shen Luo still hadn't recovered from his shock and confusion.

Seeing Shen Luo's bewildered expression, Lu Hua Ming explained, “That guy is Fu Donglai. He also serves as a Government Official. Although his combat ability is not weak, he prefers clerical work.”

“If I'm not mistaken, he's from the Demon Clan, right?” Shen Luo said, astonished.

Upon hearing this, Lu Hua Ming slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, “I forgot that you've been trapped in a Secret Realm for many years and are unaware of current affairs. The disaster of demons has been resolved. Peace reigns throughout the Three Realms, and there's no longer any threat from demons. Humans, Immortals, and Demons now coexist in an alliance of peace.”

“What did you say… The disaster of demons has been resolved?” Shen Luo's head buzzed as he quickly asked.

“Indeed, the disaster of demons has ended, and now there's an era of great governance in the Three Realms. It's a rare golden age,” Lu Hua Ming said with a hint of amusement at Shen Luo's shocked expression.

“How was it resolved?” Shen Luo urgently asked.

He had awakened to find the world filled with oddities. They had just defeated Chiyou in the future, resealing him, and by all logic, it shouldn't have affected the present world this way.

Yet, the world he had awoken in was utterly different from the one before, having undergone earth-shattering changes.

“That's almost a hundred years past. Not long after you disappeared, an internal rebellion erupted in the Demon Clan. A faction of the demons, unwilling to sacrifice themselves and their descendants for Chiyou's release, led by a Rebel Leader, secretly joined forces with the Heavenly Palace, the Great Tang Dynasty Government, and the clans of Demons and Immortals. They defeated the faction within the Demon Clan intent on freeing Chiyou and killed Nine Netherworlds,” Lu Hua Ming began to recount the history to Shen Luo.

“Nine Netherworlds is dead? What about the other Twelve Distinguished Ones?” Shen Luo asked, surprised.

“Some died alongside Nine Netherworlds, and most of the rest were part of the rebellion. In fact, the Major Sects of the Demon Clan suffered great losses in that battle. Even if some still harbored rebellious intentions afterward, they lacked the strength to act. Furthermore, with the Heavenly Palace having reinforced Chiyou's Seal, the disaster of demons was thus considered resolved,” Lu Hua Ming continued.

“Who was the Rebel Leader?” Shen Luo pondered briefly before asking.

“I don't know,” Lu Hua Ming shook his head.

“He was a Meritorious Retainer of the Three Realms. How could his identity be unknown?” Shen Luo asked in surprise.

“His identity is highly secretive. Even within the Demon Clan, I'm afraid there are less than ten people across the entire Three Realms who know who he is,” Lu Hua Ming gestured as he spoke.

“The Three Realms have agreed not to disclose his identity, actually as a means of protecting him,” Gu Hua Ling chimed in then.

“That does make sense. After all, there are certainly followers of Chiyou still hidden within the Demon Clan who would despise him to the bone,” Shen Luo considered the situation, understanding the reason behind it.

“It's not just the Demon Clan. Immortals, Demons, and even our own Human Race have many traitors intent on wreaking havoc in the Three Realms. They too would seek to harm him,” Lu Hua Ming said.

“These guys are even more despicable than those radical demons,” Shen Luo nodded in agreement.

“Fortunately, with Chiyou's fall, those gibbons have also mostly scattered, and these two-faced guys can no longer stir up much trouble,” Lu Hua Ming said with a laugh.

“So, the so-called Three Realms Martial Arts Conference is a martial competition between humans, immortals, and demons?” Shen Luo remembered something and asked.

“Correct. Although the Demon Race has always vehemently denied it and harbors even greater animosity towards the Demon Clan than the Human Race does, from a racial attribute standpoint, they are considered a branch of the Demon Clan too, hmm… a rather special branch,” Lu Hua Ming explained.

The three of them chatted while walking inward, and Shen Luo also learned more about the changes in the modern world from Lu Hua Ming's explanations.

After meeting with Cheng Yaojin, Lu Hua Ming arranged new accommodations for Shen Luo.

Night.

Shen Luo sat cross-legged on the bed, with the broken jade pillow in front of him, feeling a profound sense of melancholy.

Normally, going through various dangers during his travels felt like an unending series of terrible nightmares, but this return to the modern world and the drastic changes it presented felt somewhat unreal to him.

The disaster of demons has been resolved just like this?

Though from any perspective this was an enormously good thing, Shen Luo found it a bit hard to accept for the time being.

“Enough of that, let's not think about these things for now,” Shen Luo sighed.

He closed his eyes and silently activated his Divine Sense to feel around for a moment, then quickly reopened his eyes, a trace of surprise flickering within them.

The projection of the Heavenly Book Fragments was completely undetectable now, which he had noticed soon after awakening, but what surprised him was that his Divine Soul had grown significantly stronger than before he had entered Dreamland.

The memories of his cultivation in Dreamland, just like real experiences in this world, became incredibly clear in his mind.

However, his cultivation level hadn't changed, remaining at the initial Great Mahayana Stage.

“It's a bit strange this time around. I don't feel the pressure of my lifespan nearing its end… I thought I was certainly doomed at that time.” Recalling the great battle when Ma Xiuxiu impaled his heart with a Dragon Claw, Shen Luo held his chest and shivered in recollection.

That woman was too ruthless, but fortunately, according to what Lu Hua Ming said, she likely perished in the upheaval of the Demon Clan as well.

After a bout of sighing, Shen Luo closed his eyes, brought his hands together, and the Pure Yang Sword Embryo appeared in his palm. He began to practice his Skills quietly, nurturing it in silence.

The next day.

On the outskirts of Chang'an, in front of an ancient temple with a majestic Bao Xiang that dated back a thousand years, a Green-Robed Man stood under an old pine tree, silently contemplating something as he observed the twisted patterns on the tree trunk.

Suddenly, a sharp call from the temple's Mountain Gate shattered the serene and harmonious atmosphere of the entire temple in an instant.

“Shen Luo…”

Along with the urgent call, a white figure leaped down the temple stairs and stopped in front of the Green-Robed Man, slapping his folding fan onto the man's shoulder with a “snap”.

“You, where have you been hiding without a word?” Bai Xiaotian asked anxiously.

“This…”

Shen Luo recalled what he had told Lu Hua Ming previously and spun a similar tale to Bai Xiaotian, adjusting a few details in the process.

“Are you silly? How could you go to such a place alone? What, you were afraid I'd compete with you for the opportunity?” Bai Xiaotian rolled his eyes and said with feigned anger.