Chapter 66: Chapter 66: The Immortal Ship Descends!
"Reporting to the Immortal." Xu Yuan’s voice trembled slightly, and the surge of hope within him made this top Martial Arts Master seem even more fragile. "After the Heavenly Calamity appeared, we lost contact with all other places. Only the main peak elders and disciples remain, a total of 1,372. We dug our way here, and now just over 900 are left. As for whether there are other survivors elsewhere, we do not yet know."
"Very well." Martial Artist Shen Yu nodded solemnly. "Now, first organize the situation of these 900 people. Tell them to hang on a bit longer, and move to the largest ventilation shaft at the rear. Wait for me, the Immortal."
"Yes!" Xu Yuan felt as if his Primordial Energy had been restored at last.
He kowtowed heavily, then turned around, gathering his True Qi. His voice, carried by Soft Strength, spread continuously through the underground.
"All disciples of Earth Martial Sect, heed my order: help each other, hold out a bit longer—we are saved!"
He repeated this sentence three times.
Then he turned to Han Ling beside him and said, "Elder Han, distribute all remaining Elixirs to the disciples who are barely holding on!"
"Sect Leader..." Han Ling looked up, gazed at Xu Yuan, and finally nodded heavily, tears streaming down his old face. "Yes, I’ll go right away! Immediately!"
He rushed out, half crawling and stumbling.
Everyone knew what this meant.
If all Elixirs are given to those on the verge of collapse, and the Immortal’s promise is false, then everyone will simply wait together for death.
But so what.
Before, it was just waiting for death anyway. Digging tunnels had already become a dying struggle.
"Immortal..." someone murmured softly.
At this moment, Martial Artist Shen Yu’s projection had vanished, but the black sphere still hovered quietly here.
They looked at the black sphere, the hope in their hearts burning ever hotter.
Even Dragon Fist was struggling to grab a nearby friend, begging to be given a bit of True Essence.
To close his eyes now would mean dying with regrets.
The other disciples gradually snapped out of their numbness, looking around in confusion.
"Was that Sect Leader’s voice just now?"
"We didn’t mishear, did we?"
"Are we truly saved?"
"How? In what way?"
"It’s real! Elder Han Ling is already distributing Elixirs! We must hold on just a little longer!"
"Senior Brother, don’t fall asleep—we’re going to make it!"
"Someone help—this junior brother still has a breath left!"
"..."
The previously lifeless, cold, and numb atmosphere in the passage began to shift at this moment, becoming more and more fervent.
These disciples did not truly understand what the Immortal was, nor did they know how they would be saved in such circumstances.
Many even felt this was the Sect Leader’s last comfort, or that he had begun hallucinating out of despair.
Yet, even so, hope is infectious and spreads rapidly.
Hope is an instinctive yearning.
Everyone started moving swiftly again, the hope within their hearts growing ever stronger.
As for Martial Artist Shen Yu, when the projection communication ended, he closed his eyes.
The others barely dared to breathe.
They had been urging courage just moments before, yet still could not imagine how to save so many in such a situation.
They could only place a kind of blind trust in the Immortal.
Martial Artist Shen Yu had already shown too many miracles.
But even Shen Yu was apprehensive.
He’d spoken the words, but now it all depended on the weight behind interstellar world Shen Yu’s promise.
"There are still a thousand people, including the Sect Leader?" Intersellar world Shen Yu was visibly exhilarated. "Save them, we must! Wait for me—a moment longer!"
His figure vanished directly from the meeting.
In just a moment, interstellar world Shen Yu contacted Martial Artist Shen Yu.
"A planetary military transport ship with a maximum capacity of 5,000 people will arrive in three minutes. This is the fastest I can get; after all, the energy level of your tornado is quite high. Only a military ship can withstand it, and we must hurry."
Interstellar world Shen Yu was not lying before; the Goddess of Hope greatly values the Body Forging Martial Arts Technique.
If time weren’t so tight, even larger ships could have been dispatched.
"As long as it’s enough." Martial Artist Shen Yu finally exhaled heavily. "If there are more survivors, we’ll just make several trips."
"Right. I’ve prepared ten detection devices for you as well, to search for other survivors," interstellar world Shen Yu added. "Both are yours now. Your world’s transport and detection capabilities are far too backward—these will help you save as many as possible."
"Good!" Martial Artist Shen Yu replied firmly.
Thinking of the scenes he’d just witnessed on the way here, he felt an urgent need.
This world—every moment, people are dying in droves!
It was time to make the name of the Immortal known across the world.
Martial Artist Shen Yu opened his eyes.
"I’ve borrowed Magical Treasures from other Tribulation Immortals," he announced to the others. "I’m preparing to bring all surviving Earth Martial Sect members here, please be ready."
Many among them were already at their limits.
Save as many as possible.
"Alright!" The Moonstone City Lord was also faintly agitated.
This is the Earth Martial Sect! Its prestige and influence far surpass Moonstone City.
He immediately ordered full preparations of all possible medical supplies.
A few minutes later, as Martial Artist Shen Yu raised his head and waved his arm, a gigantic shadow appeared, and everyone finally saw what the "Magical Treasure" he’d mentioned was.
The Immortal Ship—a colossal Immortal Ship of steel!
This world possessed flying Puppets driven by True Power—but those were nothing more than giant birds or airships, utterly incomparable to what stood before them!
In sheer size, it surpassed anything ever imagined by anyone in this world.
Over three hundred meters long!
Streamlined, shuttle-shaped, with a metallic sheen and weighty presence—yet such a massive vessel floated so lightly in the sky.
This is the Immortal Ship! The descent of the Immortal Ship!
The shock was unimaginable; chaos immediately erupted throughout the city.
"Honored son-in-law, this, this..." Even the Moonstone City Lord was at a loss for words.
"Everyone, I’m off." Martial Artist Shen Yu announced decisively.
The next instant, an anti-gravity tractor field enveloped him, and he began to levitate.
All of Moonstone City, every disaster victim, stared wide-eyed at him, gazing at this spectacle!
Countless people fell to their knees on the spot!
Especially the survivors.
Each pair of eyes reddened, as they continuously kowtowed to Martial Artist Shen Yu.
There had long been rumors in the city that an Immortal had reincarnated here and brought endless food to save them.
Originally, they were skeptical, but now, no one doubted at all.
The Heavenly Calamity was cruel, but the Immortal had arrived!
The enormous steel ship soared toward the horizon amid countless kneeling worshippers!