When He Wudi announced his sovereign title, Jun Changxiao held his chin, his facial muscles visibly twitching.

“Haha!”

“Hahaha!”

The next second he broke character, squatting on the ground and laughing uproariously.

Actually, in this regard, Gou Sheng had received professional training—unless he couldn’t hold it in.

Honestly.

A sovereign title of Gou Buli was indeed very funny.

It even immediately made Jun Changxiao think of Goubuli steamed buns.

No, seriously.

A Holy Sovereign at that.

The sovereign title was way too ridiculous.

In fact, He Wudi’s “Gou Buli” had significance. First, the three characters represented two meanings: one, gou; two, buli.

The so-called gou, translated into plain language, meant to develop cautiously without being reckless.

As for buli, it meant to ignore and pay no attention to anything that happened, no matter what.

I’ll be cautious.

I won’t pay attention to anyone.

These were He Wudi’s two principles for survival in the Land of Eternal Life.

So when he advanced to Holy Sovereign, he named his sovereign title “Gou Buli.”

“Gou Buli Holy Sovereign?” The guardian repeated the name several times, then said rather embarrassedly: “Forgive this one’s ignorance—I haven’t heard of your sovereign title.”

He Wudi still maintained his hair-slicking posture and said: “This sovereign is indifferent to fame and fortune, living in seclusion in the mountains. It’s normal you haven’t heard of me.”

Having possibly encountered someone from his hometown, at this moment, whether in movement or tone, he was extremely proud.

He Wudi was cautious.

However, it wasn’t from cowardice.

He also had dignity, he also had pride.

Simply put, living in the Land of Eternal Life filled with powerful beings, He Wudi did his utmost to avoid worldly affairs, avoid karmic entanglements, single-mindedly pursuing martial dao, single-mindedly pursuing eternal life, living extremely carefully.

Today, because he encountered a fellow townsman and the Sect Master was standing beside him, this was the second time in his life being high-profile.

The first time?

When the incomplete Qixuan Xiaguang Po scroll emerged.

To advance his cultivation to the next level, He Wudi abandoned his Gou Buli plan and decisively participated in the scramble for the scroll.

Later, although he obtained the scroll by chance from an ancient tomb, he also incurred karmic consequences, was besieged by powerful experts from all sides, and was forced to have his level reset to zero and escape to the lower universe.

He still remembered back then.

Facing a group of fellow Holy Sovereigns, after determining escape was impossible, He Wudi decisively chose to throw out the scroll.

Though opportunities were important, staying alive was what gave hope.

Unfortunately, when he prepared to throw out the Qixuan Xiaguang Po, it suddenly disappeared.

Whenever he thought of this.

He Wudi would always clutch his chest.

If the scroll were still there, if he had thrown it out, they would definitely have fought over it like crazy, and he could have escaped during the chaos. Then he wouldn’t have ended up in the lower realms, so pathetic that even the trash Heavenly Demon Emperor was difficult to deal with.

“Since you were once a Holy Sovereign and possess a holy body, naturally you can enter the Land of Eternal Life.” The guardian said.

Signs of having entered sainthood couldn’t be faked.

Therefore, he had long confirmed He Wudi came from the Land of Eternal Life.

“Then let’s go.”

Jun Changxiao immediately stepped forward: “Wudi, let’s go.”

“He can enter the Land of Eternal Life.” The guardian said indifferently: “You cannot.”

Jun Changxiao said: “He’s my disciple. If a disciple can enter, why can’t the Sect Master enter?”

“I’ll say it once more.” The guardian reiterated: “As long as you step into the Land of Eternal Life, your physical body will collapse and your soul will scatter.”

“My apologies.”

Jun Changxiao said: “I was raised on threats.”

“…”

The guardian wanted nothing more than to kick over and smash that cheap face to pieces.

“Sect Master.”

He Wudi said in a low voice: “He’s right. Your cultivation is too weak now. Rashly entering the Land of Eternal Life will cause your soul to scatter.”

“…”

Jun Changxiao’s facial expression became spectacular.

Ahead lay the Land of Eternal Life, the final plane of this book. If he went in and obtained the heavenly and earthly attributes inside, perhaps his realm would skyrocket. Then he could find a way to come out, step on the Heavenly Demon Emperor, and happily announce the conclusion. But he could only look, not enter.

So frustrating!

“Actually, if the host insists on entering, it’s not impossible—just means finishing with the ‘protagonist dies’ ending instead.” The System twisted the knife.

“Fine then.”

Jun Changxiao said: “Wudi, you go ahead.”

Since entering meant death, he definitely preferred to stay alive.

His disciple being qualified to enter the Land of Eternal Life—naturally, this great opportunity couldn’t be missed.

“Sect Master, I…”

He Wudi’s gaze filled with conflict.

At this very moment, he urgently wanted to enter the Land of Eternal Life, urgently wanted to return to the home he’d been separated from for so long. But he was still an Eternal Sect disciple.

His fellow disciples had killed so many of the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s adopted sons—the grudge had developed to a fight to the death. If he left them at this time, wouldn’t that be deserting before battle?

Jun Changxiao seemed to understand what was in He Wudi’s heart, so he walked over and patted his shoulder, saying: “Having finally found a path, you must seize it. I can handle upper universe matters.”

“Go ahead.”

“Go home.”

Saying the last three words, Jun Changxiao’s demeanor became extremely serious.

Honestly, He Wudi was very strong, counted as one of the sect’s powerful combat forces. He would definitely be a steel blade for dealing with the Heavenly Demon Emperor in the future.

However, having discovered the bronze cauldron’s secret this time and found the path to the Land of Eternal Life—if he missed this, he might miss it for a lifetime.

No need to consider.

If you can go home, go home.

No matter how thorny upper universe problems are, I’ll lead the sect to tough it out.

Jun Changxiao was usually very cheap and improper, but in major matters, he was never ambiguous.

Cheap.

Shameless.

These were just deliberately displayed personality traits—actually, his heart was very mature.

“Go home… go home…”

These two words kept echoing in He Wudi’s ears, gradually stabilizing his conflicted emotions. Then he lifted his foot and began walking on the Path of Eternal Life.

Outside.

He Wudi’s body leaned toward the bronze cauldron, toward the scroll.

“Could it be…”

Jian Guixu exclaimed in shock: “He’s going to enter the Land of Eternal Life?”

“Didn’t expect that inside the bronze cauldron not only existed the secret of the Path of Eternal Life, but could actually allow entry into the Land of Eternal Life!” Gu Tianxing’s state of mind couldn’t settle. Shock still hung on his face.

…

One step, two steps.

He Wudi step by step approached the spatial barrier carved with ‘Land of Eternal Life.’

“Swish!”

Suddenly, he raised his right hand, fist clenched tight.

This gesture seemed to contain some kind of power, infecting the disciples who were cultivating or busy in the sect. Their movements became uniformly coordinated as they turned around, raising their right hands in the same manner to respond.

At that moment.

No courtyard walls separated them, no mountain peaks divided them.

The Eternal Sect disciples and He Wudi seemed to exist in the same parallel space, seeing off this youngest fellow disciple on his journey home.

“Junior Brother He.”

Li Qingyang said: “Bon voyage!”

Su Xiaomo, Xiao Zuiji, and the others stood on the training ground, brilliant smiles appearing on their faces.

Very regrettable.

Ye Xingchen wasn’t at the sect.

No!

Though he was outside, he seemed to sense it. He stopped on a certain mountain peak and slowly raised his fist.

“Step.”

He Wudi stopped at the spatial barrier.

One more step would take him into the Land of Eternal Life.

Jun Changxiao rubbed his slightly sore nose and smiled: “You go ahead first to find a good foothold, and wait for me and the sect to arrive.”

“Sect Master, how long?”

“Should be soon.”

How long—Jun Changxiao wasn’t clear.

Perhaps he might not even enter the Land of Eternal Life in this lifetime.

“Wudi.”

Jun Changxiao said: “No matter how long it takes, you must remember—you are my youngest disciple!”

“Disciple understands.”

He Wudi took a deep breath.

Honestly, his current state of mind was just as uncomfortable as the Sect Master’s.

Although they’d only been together less than a hundred years, which wasn’t much in the endless river of time, still…

Can’t think about it.

Thinking more would make leaving impossible!

He Wudi suppressed his various emotions. Without turning back, he said: “These years, thank you Sect Master for your cultivation, thank you fellow disciples for your care. I, He Wudi, will remember it in my heart.”

“Wuu wuu wuu!”

Liu Wanshi buried herself in Yao Mengying’s shoulder, crying like pear blossoms in rain: “Junior Brother He is leaving—who will close the doors in the future?”

That’s right!

He Wudi suddenly turned around and said: “I’m leaving—who will close the doors!”

“No good!”

“I can’t leave!”

“I must stay to close the doors for my senior brothers and sisters, to shelter everyone from wind and rain!”

Saying this, he retreated step by step, then stood before Jun Changxiao with an extremely serious expression: “The Eternal Sect is this disciple’s home. I beg the Sect Master to allow this disciple to stay and close doors for my senior brothers and sisters, to shelter everyone from wind and rain!”

“Are you certain?”

“Certain!”

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The two soul bodies returned to their physical forms.

The scroll unfurled above the bronze cauldron gradually dissipated. Everything returned to its original state.