Following a Hundred Years of Cultivation, I m dying Before I Got Cheats - Chapter 1066

Chapter 1066: A Century of Time, the Mystery Reappears
Editor: Henyee Translations

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After their investigations proved fruitless everywhere, Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan returned to the Haoran Sect with heavy hearts.

The situation was too eerie, and their only conclusion was that a force beyond this world must be involved.

This realization also meant they no longer needed to probe other sects, as no power within the Floodgate Realm could exert such influence. Confident in this, Jiang Chengxuan knew not even the Haoran Sect, let alone any other, could have orchestrated these events.

As Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan made their return, other sects’ cultivators were just arriving at the sites of the disappearances to conduct thorough investigations.

Ultimately, their findings aligned perfectly with those of Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan—no new information could be gleaned.

The news chilled the sect leaders to the bone. While they lacked the depth of understanding possessed by Jiang Chengxuan and Shen Ruyan, they knew well enough that whoever could orchestrate such events could easily obliterate any force within the realm.

This storm of news swept across the Floodgate Realm, marking the first time since the glorious century that such immense negative news had stirred up such large waves.

Previously, the biggest news typically involved breakthroughs to Daolord or similar achievements. But now, reports were circulating of entire super sects mysteriously vanishing— a stark and unsettling contrast that left many cultivators disoriented and incredulous.

Super sects, in particular, were the most alarmed, knowing that all the vanished sects shared the common trait of being super sects themselves. The entire realm was engulfed in a palpable atmosphere of every man for himself.

As time mercilessly passed, this atmosphere persisted, and a century went by, marking the most terrifying hundred years in the Floodgate Realm, all the more poignant against the backdrop of the previous century of prosperity.

In response to the mysterious disasters, sects founded numerous branches as safeguards against potential future incidents.

Some, out of fear, even declared their withdrawal from major alliances or left their clans—actions bordering on hysteria.

However, even as investigations continued without yielding results, and a hundred years of peace seemed to reassure everyone that the worst was over, the mysterious events shockingly occurred again right under everyone’s watchful eyes.

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Another super sect disappeared overnight, despite being on high alert and closely monitored by countless individuals.

This occurrence was even more terrifying than the original disappearances a century ago.

“How is it possible! They disappeared overnight again, and even their branches weren’t spared?” echoed incredulously through the halls of countless sects, their leaders unable to calm their emotions.

The sect that vanished this time was the Divine Mechanism Sect, known for its prowess in crafting and mechanical defenses. Their defenses were reputed to be impregnable, insurmountable even to Daolords.

Yet, this sect renowned for its defenses had evaporated overnight, along with all its branches, leaving no survivors.

When this news broke, all sects sent investigators to the scene, but just like a century ago, they found no signs of struggle—not even a drop of blood.

This recurrence intensified the shadows that had only just begun to recede from people’s minds. The event seemed to taunt them all, a sinister reminder from the unseen manipulator that no amount of vigilance could prevent their disappearance.

This time, especially the super sects couldn’t maintain their composure any longer. Urgent missives were sent out by these super sects to all major powers, seeking a coalition to discuss the crisis.

At that moment, Jiang Chengxuan was holding several of these urgent requests in his hands, all pleading for the Haoran Sect’s assistance in a joint council.

In fact, ever since the eerie incidents began a century ago, many among the upper echelons of various sects had thought of Jiang Chengxuan, who had long warned of an impending great calamity.

At a time when everyone else was basking in the realm’s prosperity, only the Haoran Sect had adhered to a principle of caution.

And now, these successive events within a short span had proven Jiang’s predictions correct. Regardless of whether the century of prosperity was related to these events, the great calamity he had anticipated was unfolding.

Only a disaster of cosmic proportions, a fabled catastrophe of heaven and earth, could wield such otherworldly power.

“What do you think, husband? Shall we agree to their request?” Shen Ruyan asked gently next to Jiang Chengxuan.

Although he remained indifferent, Shen Ruyan had not forgotten the derogatory remarks some of these requesting sects had made about Jiang in the past.

“Yes, after all, this concerns the entire Floodgate Realm. If they can unite, we might better withstand the great calamity,” Jiang Chengxuan replied thoughtfully.

Hearing this, Shen Ruyan simply nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. Despite the past, her character allowed her to prioritize the bigger picture over personal grievances, especially when Jiang Chengxuan was involved.

“Let’s go,” Jiang Chengxuan said, and with that, a portal of swirling space opened within the hall, and the couple stepped through, disappearing from sight.

Floodgate Realm, Wuliang Mountain

This location was an unclaimed territory within the realm, rumored to have once been the ascension site of a Daolord who ascended to the Immortal Realm, known as Immortal Wuliang. Thus, the area was named after him.

At this moment, atop Wuliang Mountain, surrounded by clouds that made it look like a celestial abode, there was an ancient platform where numerous figures were gathered.

These were the high-ranking members from various sects. The least among them were Dalords, and the gathering included familiar faces such as Daolord Pantheon and Daolord Divine Shadow.

However, their expressions were somber and filled with gravity.

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