Chapter 1470: Realm Communication

*Splash—*

Fragrant wine, like a clear spring, flowed gently over the stone slab.

A figure wearing simple outer clothing like a monk’s robe sat cross-legged in front of a tombstone. A breeze brushed through his black curly hair and his drunken cheeks. His gaze was as deep and slightly bitter as brewed wine...

"Old Lu, you really have to taste this wine..."

"Before we went into hibernation, we buried this wine under the temple together. It’s been over three hundred years in the blink of an eye... Three hundred years of aging, good stuff. Ordinary people really can't drink this."

The wine was poured continuously, seeping through the cracks in the stone slab into the soil, as if trying to penetrate the cenotaph below bit by bit.

And on that tombstone, several large, sweeping characters were deeply engraved:

[Tomb of Lu Xun, Lord Tian-Shu, Head of the Nine Lords].

"When we buried the wine, we agreed that when hibernation ended, we’d finish this jar together... But actually, you knew back then that we wouldn't have a chance to meet again, right?"

"You said you had a way to deal with the Red Star... but you didn't say the price of doing so was sacrificing yourself."

"Old Lu, oh Old Lu..."

"Did you trust me that much?"

Wu Tongyuan lifted the wine jar, which still had some left, and took a fierce gulp. The wine slid down the corner of his mouth, his gaze incredibly complex...

Drunkenness climbed onto his cheeks. He let out a long sigh and couldn't help but speak again:

"You were like that, and that guy Chu Changqing was like that too. You close your eyes and ignore everything, and then, damn it, you all dump the burden on me. Did you really believe I could lead them to find a way out?"

"I’m just a mathematician, I’m not an omnipotent god!"

"You guys doing this..."

"The pressure on me is really huge, okay??"

*Woo-woo—*

A breeze brushed through the empty cemetery.

Facing Wu Tongyuan’s painful accusations, Lu Xun’s tombstone stood silently. The only response was the wind mixed with the smell of blood.

Wu Tongyuan closed his eyes, silently digesting the pressure and bitterness in his heart. At this moment, he was no longer the carefree, cynical mascot Wu Tongyuan who could express his dissatisfaction at will. As the Nine Lords fell one by one, all the pressure was converging on him alone...

Only in front of Lu Xun’s tomb, while drunk, could he vent the dissatisfaction and childish resentment in his heart.

Once he walked out of the cemetery, he would become the strongest Lord Ling-Xu, in whom everyone placed their hopes...

It wasn't until a long time later that Wu Tongyuan’s eyes slowly opened.

He looked toward the distance behind the tombstone.

In the center of the Ling-Xu Realm, a high tower under construction was "growing" upward bit by bit through the efforts of countless figures. Because the exterior was covered by various construction materials, it was hard to see its shape, but judging by its scale, it even exceeded the former Tongtian Tower of the Tian-Shu Realm.

Looking at the tower under construction, Wu Tongyuan silently took another drink, his wandering gaze gradually becoming deep and firm.

"I’m not a god... but give me some more time, and perhaps, I can be omnipotent..."

"I don't know where the future of humanity lies..."

"But..."

"I have found the path to the correct answer."

Just as Wu Tongyuan was muttering to himself, a figure ran over hurriedly from afar!

"Lord Ling-Xu! A call from the Tian-Shu Realm!!"

Wu Tongyuan didn't turn back; he waved his hand with his back to the person, signaling that he knew.

He still seemed a bit drunk, standing up unsteadily, wiping the wine from the corner of his mouth, and then pouring all the remaining wine in the jar onto the tombstone in one go.

"I know I’ve done many stupid things and let you down many times."

"But this time..."

"I will make you look at me with new eyes."

……

Under the base.

The machine transmitting radio signals operated silently.

As a signal light representing the Ling-Xu Realm lit up, a moment later, a slightly lazy voice sounded:

"...I am Wu Tongyuan."

"I am Su Zhiwei."

The signal light representing the Tian-Shu Realm lit up the next second, and Su Zhiwei’s serious voice came through.

"Oh, Dr. Su, long time no see~" The signal light of the Ling-Xu Realm flashed enthusiastically. "How have you been lately? I heard you repelled the Calamity of Turbidity single-handedly? It’s been so long, Dr. Su’s understanding of string theory has improved again!"

"We can catch up later. Don't occupy the base’s resources."

"...Alright, alright, speak... *hiccup!*"

With a hiccup coming from the Ling-Xu Realm’s signal light, the atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

After a long while, Su Zhiwei asked coldly:

"You’ve been drinking?"

"Haha... had a little."

"Wu Tongyuan, you know that the fate of humanity is not a child’s game, right?"

"I know, of course I know! I just... forget it, let’s talk about business."

"Return some of the manpower you conscripted a few days ago to us." Su Zhiwei’s voice was full of reason. "The casualties in the Tian-Shu Realm were minimal, but the buildings were destroyed too thoroughly. We urgently need manpower to rebuild the realm."

"This... I’m afraid that’s a bit difficult."

"Difficult?"

"You know, the 'Tower of Akasha' is a major project, and every detail must be carved by hand... Even though we conscripted manpower from the Tian-Shu Realm and the Cang-Yun Realm, it’s still not enough. I was planning to talk to you guys in the next two days to conscript another batch..."

"Wu Tongyuan, you’re crazy." The Tian-Shu Realm’s signal light flashed angrily. "The Tian-Shu Realm only has the elderly, the weak, women, and children left now, and you still want to conscript?"

"I know the Tian-Shu Realm has encountered some difficulties, but..."

"No, Wu Tongyuan, you don't know the situation in the Tian-Shu Realm at all." The Tian-Shu Realm’s signal light flashed frantically. "The Tian-Shu Realm had minimal casualties in this war, but too many buildings were destroyed. Do you know how many people are homeless now, forced to sleep in the open?

Housing, medical care, and even food supply for hundreds of thousands of people are problems! If we can't rebuild homes, repair hospitals, and build granaries as soon as possible, once the cold air arrives next month, coupled with the plague, many people will die because of it!"

The Ling-Xu Realm’s signal light fell silent.

At the same time,

the Cang-Yun Realm’s signal light flashed once.

"Qi Muyun, I see you’re here." The Tian-Shu Realm’s signal light lit up again. "Speak!"

"...Ahem, the situation in the Cang-Yun Realm is about the same. Basically, there is no young adult population left... However, our buildings are better preserved, and it hasn't reached the severity of the Tian-Shu Realm." Qi Muyun’s helpless voice sounded.

A moment later, the Ling-Xu Realm’s signal light lit up:

"Dr. Su, I know the Tian-Shu Realm is in a critical situation, but the 'Tower of Akasha' must be completed within a month... So, I cannot return the people to you."