Supreme Tamer

Chapter 1766: Chapter 1623: Sweep Away the Monument Weepers for You

As expected, the disaster snow and demonic winds ceased after just a few days, and the people of the western Struggle Land saw sunlight once more.

The Imperial Clan and the Eight Great Powers had no absolute certainty in eliminating the Ancient Jiao people. It seemed they had opted to allow the western territories of Struggle Land to entirely transform into the oceans where the Ancient Jiao could wreak havoc.

The solar eclipse was approaching, and no one knew how many more days of sunlight they had left.

As the Ancient Jiao’s newly awakened followers continued their disturbances in the western regions of New Moon Land, more and more cities faced catastrophes. The entire western Struggle Land became a desolate path filled mostly with migrants fleeing their homes.

By today, even New Moon Land was beginning to see people leaving in small groups.

The scale of the calamity caused by the Ancient Jiao far exceeded that of the previous war. It was apparent New Moon Land would never survive. More and more people realized the solar eclipse symbolized the darkest of times. Anyone without sufficient power who remained in the western Struggle Land faced only death.

Thus, the New Moon Palace was forced to confront this overwhelmingly serious issue.

After much deliberation, it was decided that the people of New Moon Land had to migrate.

It was not that Chu Mu was giving up the fight against the Ancient Jiao, but that even if they continued, the small New Moon Land simply could not endure the sheer magnitude of these creatures’ power. Entire lives could be extinguished with terrifying ease.

Liu Binglan had already prepared an escape plan for New Moon Land long ago. The migration would head straight to New Moon Land’s northern territories.

After the New Moon War, the Imperial Clan returned the northern territories they had previously requisitioned to New Moon Land.

In matters such as these, words were essentially meaningless. Once strength was demonstrated, there was no room for abuse.

The northern territories were much more expansive than New Moon Land, equivalent to a Seventh Level boundary. People migrating there would temporarily settle within these lands.

Of course, some questioned why New Moon Land had gone to such great lengths to fight the war if they were to retreat and migrate in the end.

That war had to be fought because migration under forceful eviction equated to being a driven-out tribe, with no standing wherever they settled. At that time, the northern territories were also under Imperial Clan control, and migrating there would be equivalent to becoming tenants under someone else’s roof.

But the meaning of migration now was entirely different. New Moon Land had become a banner drenched in blood. Its members had vaulted to a position of prominence within the entire Human Domain. Even as they temporarily withdrew from New Moon Land’s resource-rich territory, with their current foundation, they could establish a powerful and autonomous territory within the northern lands. No force would dare provoke them again.

New Moon Land was more than just humans. There were also other races—the Nightmare Demon Clan, the Flower Demon Clan, the Sea Race, and the Demon Spirit Clan.

Their environmental needs were even stricter, presenting the most troublesome issue for Chu Mu at the moment.

Chu Mu had previously sent people to scout the northern territories for habitats suitable for these races. The Flower Demon Clan posed the least trouble, being naturally tied to city environments, and Xia Zhixian was in charge of ensuring their cultivation.

The Sea Race, Nightmare Demon Clan, and Demon Spirit Clan were far more temperamental, each needing particular environments to thrive. Ensuring their migration would be especially challenging.

The Nightmare Demon Clan and Demon Spirit Clan had already formed an interdependent alliance, as the Demon Spirits required the Nightmare Demons’ powerful protection.

Chu Mu intended to relocate the Nightmare Demon Clan from their Nightmare Demon Sacred Realm to the far north of the northern territories, sectioning off a somewhat adequate habitat for both the Nightmare Demon Clan and the Demon Spirit Clan.

Whether these independent zones would remain untouched was hard to say. For now, they were being temporarily settled this way, with plans to bring them back to New Moon Land after everything ended.

As for the Sea Race, the East Sea King had surely made his own arrangements; this was not something Chu Mu needed to worry about.

The migration began in the second month after the snow ceased, with cities moving one after another toward the northern territories.

The Divine Sect—Lin Mengling—and Judge Xiao had sent many experts to escort the people of New Moon Land, ensuring their safe arrival in the northern territories.

...

The migration turned into a long journey. Not everyone possessed the speed of a Soul Pet Master.

Chu Mu himself could travel between New Moon Land and the northern territories in a single day, but even with Emperor-level Soul Pets and Monarch-level Soul Pets ferrying the common people, it would take one to two years.

Ordinary individuals journeying on their own might require decades to traverse the distance from New Moon Land to the northern territories. Among the populace of New Moon Land, many had not embarked on the path of cultivation. It was impossible to expect these people to walk such distances; traveling merely from the west to the east of New Moon Land might take them years.

Fortunately, the Divine Sect, Elemental Sect, Monster Beast Palace, and various domains extended their assistance. At every boundary crossed, they provided riding mounts for those without Soul Pets. At every city reached, the city masters had prearranged temporary residences for the migrating people of New Moon Land.

Such provisions marked the difference between winning and losing the war. Had they lost, the people of New Moon Land would have lived like refugees, barred even from entering cities, let alone being provided mounts, food, and shelter.

This migration, therefore, was not too hard to accept. Once the calamity ended, they could return to New Moon Land at any time.

...

Unnoticed, Wanxiang City had become desolate.

Everyone had migrated, leaving the entire city empty, save for a few from New Moon Land remaining to handle ongoing affairs.

Chu Mu naturally stayed behind. He stood atop the highest dome of Wanxiang Altar, overlooking the empty city, his heart filled with a peculiar melancholy.

Perhaps this was the harbinger of disaster—a deathly silence pervading everywhere. No laughter, no bustling crowds...

Wanxiang City... Too many unforgettable events had occurred here for Chu Mu. Many had died defending this city on the battlefield, and now everyone had left, driven away by calamity...

But Chu Mu himself would never leave.

If everyone left, who would deal with the Ancient Jiao people? Who would reclaim this land?

Chu Mu knew that his current strength was insufficient to contend with that entity. However, its awakened followers—he would show them no mercy. He would slaughter them all, permitting none to set foot within New Moon Land!

...

"Chu Mu." A soft voice came from behind.

Chu Mu stood motionless, like a statue forged long ago, only coming to life when someone called his name.

He turned, extending his arm to pull Ye Qingzi into an embrace.

"Let’s leave, okay?" Ye Qingzi whispered, her voice muffled against Chu Mu’s chest.

An Undying-level Ancient Jiao—it was a death god incarnate.

Why did such a dreadful death god have to be faced by Chu Mu alone?

Ye Qingzi cared nothing for New Moon Land’s survival; her only concern was Chu Mu’s safety.

Now that the people of New Moon Land had migrated, why not let this land fall to that oceanic death god? There was no reason to throw one’s life away in such a futile battle.

Chu Mu didn’t answer. Recently, he had come to understand something profoundly important.

"Chu Mu?" Ye Qingzi looked up at him.

Chu Mu kissed her forehead gently and said, "Ning Man’er once told me something: only by standing at a certain height can one discern the true nature of things... To be honest, I don’t want to face an opponent I can’t defeat. But if I don’t face it, I’ll have to face another enemy."

"Another enemy? Could this enemy be even stronger than the Ancient Jiao?" Ye Qingzi asked, perplexed.

"Yes," Chu Mu nodded gravely. "In my eyes, this enemy is even more unsurmountable."

"Can you not avoid it?" Ye Qingzi asked.

"I’ve been avoiding it for a very long time. In the past, I didn’t understand, but now I know avoidance achieves nothing. Eventually, I must confront it," Chu Mu said.

"The Monument Weepers?" Ye Qingzi quickly connected the dots.

Chu Mu nodded.

The identity of a Monument Weeper was a chain. Ever since the Monument Weep reshaped his soul, he had been bound by this role, compelled to move forward without end.

"Why?" Ye Qingzi pressed for an explanation.

The people of New Moon Land were safe. Why did Chu Mu still insist on facing the Ancient Jiao? If it couldn’t be defeated, why not retreat? It wasn’t as though the Ancient Jiao could devour the entire Human Domain.

"In truth, Monument Weepers exist in a survival-of-the-fittest dynamic. That’s why Fake Monument Weepers emerge—if you kill a Monument Weeper, you can seize their Monument Weep," Chu Mu explained.

"I am a Fourth Era Monument Weeper, and there are many others of my era, including the Seven Sins Fox Light King..."

"But in all honesty, I’ve rarely encountered any truly formidable Monument Weepers or ones who posed a threat to me. Do you know why?"

Ye Qingzi gazed at Chu Mu, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Chu Mu, as a Monument Weeper, held numerous vital relics of the Fourth Era. He even had the Monument Weep of an ancient beast soul. Yet, aside from Fire Lady and her clique, he had faced few genuinely powerful Monument Weepers.

Monument Weepers were supposed to live turbulent lives, incessantly hunted and attacked by others of their kind...

Chu Mu hadn’t experienced any of it.

"Is someone protecting you?" Ye Qingzi speculated.

He hugged the insightful Ye Qingzi even tighter with a low voice:

"Every Monument Weeper is chosen by the Heavenly Boundary Monument as one of the finest to inherit its Undying-era position. There are likely thousands of such individuals, alongside the greedy Fake Monument Weepers... All of them are desperate lunatics willing to do anything to achieve immortality."

"But not long ago, the Monument Weep told me that of the Fourth Era Monument Weepers, only two remain..."

Ye Qingzi froze, astonished. "Only two??"

"One is me..." Chu Mu’s lips curled into a bitter smile, his eyes glinting with tears. "I always thought he was far, far away from me, refusing to see me. But at the moment the Monument Weepers dwindled to two, I finally understood—he’s been by my side all along..."

Ye Qingzi stared at Chu Mu, wide-eyed with shock. "He... He’s been killing other Monument Weepers and Fake Monument Weepers for your sake?"

"Yes." Chu Mu nodded solemnly. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian () to vote with recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m. to read.)

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