Necropolis Immortal

Lu Yun’s grin deepened as he couldn’t think of anyone else who could set up this formation other than Fuxi.

The little fox knew formations as well, especially mirage formations, but she’d learned all of her trade from Fuxi.

“C’mon, let’s go take a look at what Earth is like now.” 

Lighthearted, Lu Yun was delighted to be back on his home planet.
He also very much looked forward to seeing Fuxi again.
Though there were the Art and Zither Saints, Gorb Demon, and others in the world of immortals, those were just his senses.
They’d also formed their own individual personalities and were far removed from being Fuxi.

Lu Yun didn’t know how he should face Fuxi now… was he the holy emperor of the great wilderness as before? Or the greatest benefactor who’d changed Lu Yun’s life?

The demon god had played his cards much too close to his chest—Lu Yun hadn’t discovered his relationship with Fuxi even though he’d traveled back to the great wilderness.

……

Earth had continued to change and evolve during the few decades of Lu Yun’s absence.
Laws of cultivation could barely be found here and combat arts couldn’t manifest.
Mortals spent only a few scant decades in the world before passing on, but technological developments on the planet had still changed it completely.

“Good thing that not too much has changed here, it’s still the home of my memories.” Lu Yun and Qing Yu had both changed into loose casual clothing, the likes of which made Qing Yu feel slightly uncomfortable at how different they were.

There was no qi in this world and naturally no immortal dao, but immortals at their level had long foregone the need to absorb energy from their surroundings.
There was an internal world inside of themselves that constantly supplied them with immortal energy.

Early spring charmed a little town in the province of Jiangnan.
Flowers of all sorts bloomed with exuberance, imparting a restful air to the streets.

“Is this where you grew up?” Qing Yu whispered involuntarily when she looked at the various passersby.

“That’s right, I grew up here.
This was my home.” Lu Yun looked at the house in front of them, one that had a new owner.
A couple he didn’t recognize lived in it now—it’d seem that everything had changed in the forty years since he’d left.

What was once his had become someone else’s.

But of course, he didn’t mind this anymore.
He and Qing Yu were in Earthling attire, but no mortals could see them.

……

“My master’s grave is still here.” 

A tiny grave sat by itself at the foot of the small mountain to the rear of town.
However, there were no weeds or trash around it—which rather surprised Lu Yun.

By his generation, his once impressive sect was dilapidated and he was the only disciple.
If his speculations were correct, this tiny grave should be empty.

“…what??” Lu Yun looked at the grave with the Spectral Eye, but could clearly see the urn buried within, a ceramic container that contained ashes.
His master’s ashes.
“Am I… am I wrong? Fuxi’s not my master?” 

Regardless, Lu Yun walked up to the grave and respectfully kowtowed three times.
This was the master who’d raised him, and he hadn’t paid his respects for forty years.

Qing Yu also knelt on the ground next to him and kowtowed to the small, lonely grave.

“Unfilial disciple Lu Yun has not let master down.
I have extended our glorious sect far and wide,” murmured Lu Yun.