He Opened the Immortal Gate for Humanity, Humans and Immortals Walk Different Paths

The voice arrived softly, drifting in and out.

There was a hint of helplessness in its tone, mixed with a touch of indulgence.

"What voice is that?"

"That voice sounds so nice..."

"Is that voice coming from the Great Bronze Sarcophagus?"

Hearing that voice, everyone instinctively turned to look in that direction.

Maybe there was some kind of magic in the voice, so everyone subconsciously tuned out the words 'Nine Mysteries.'

"Could this be the final boss?"

Just like in games—the stronger the boss, the later they show up!

"This voice... just hearing it makes me feel spaced out. Who could possibly be inside?"

In front of their screens.

Countless people also heard the voice coming from inside the Great Bronze Sarcophagus.

It was a woman's voice.

It was unmistakably pleasant and beautiful.

Yet, whenever anyone heard it, they instinctively found themselves unable to describe exactly what the voice was saying.

"So..."

Evan Lynn looked that way, trying to calm the restless spiritual qi inside him. "Is it really you?"

"Should I call you Master, or Lyria?"

There was a trace of melancholy in Evan's gaze.

Lily Zhao!

Evan had always felt that someone was secretly watching his every move.

Even those Woman Statues—even though they didn't look like Lily Zhao—always gave Evan a strange feeling of familiarity and alienation.

He could never pinpoint where those emotions came from.

But now, hearing that long-lost voice...

Evan felt a sudden lightness deep in his heart.

At least...

At least it meant Lily Zhao really was still out there.

His Master was still in this world.

"Either is fine. That part's up to you."

The voice sounded again, still carrying that faint, subtle flavor.

It was as if she was indifferent to everything in the world.

Back then at Glazed Glass Palace...

At the mountaintop...

When ordinary people came to the gate seeking salvation, Lily Zhao didn't even look at them—she just sent them away.

As she put it: ignoring the world means you won't get tangled up in karmic cause and effect.

But when Evan first arrived in the Immortal Martial Continent and nearly got killed, it was Lily Zhao who came down the mountain and rescued him.

So...

Lily Zhao got herself tangled up in Evan's karmic cause and effect.

Scenes from the past echoed in Evan's mind.

But his gaze never left the mouth of the Great Bronze Sarcophagus.

There, in the darkness.

A white light slowly appeared, cutting through the pitch black.

At first it was just a beam, then it spread out, tinged with icy blue.

Like melted snow—cool, blue, and a little melancholy.

That blue glow felt kind of sad, almost haunting.

Then, all at once...

The dazzling golden light and the blazing sea of fire around the Great Bronze Sarcophagus seemed to freeze in place.

Everything stepped back, like it couldn't help but give way to that white light.

Inside the white glow...

A woman appeared.

Her long, jet-black hair flowed down to her waist, swaying gently as she walked forward.

Her white robes were brighter than snow.

That graceful figure stepped out from the cold, dark Great Bronze Sarcophagus, instantly making it feel way less creepy.

Just her presence chased away all the icy loneliness inside the sarcophagus.

Her stunning face looked a bit pale right now.

She wasn't holding a sword.

She just walked forward from the sarcophagus.

As her foot stepped out of the sarcophagus...

It felt like, after countless ages, this moment finally brought things back to the very beginning.

"Long time no see, sunshine."

Lily Zhao (Lyria) looked up, gazing at the sun high in the blue sky.

The sunlight was blazing.

Wherever she looked, the golden light and fire parted to make way for her gaze.

She turned back, her peerless face now aimed at Evan Lynn.

"It's been a while."

She spoke again, repeating herself.

"So, what's your real goal here?"

Evan looked at Lyria, his eyes complicated, even his voice a bit rough.

Lily Zhao—Lyria.

She was one of only two people in this world who really mattered to him.

If she hadn't saved him back in Immortal Martial, Evan might've died there ages ago.

She gave him a second life, taught him dao arts, and led him onto the cultivation path.

And now...

Lyria stood before him, still in white, her face unchanged from his memories.

Time hadn't left a single mark on her.

It was just like when she first descended from Glazed Glass Palace, standing in front of the rookie Evan Lynn, so stunning it almost hurt to look.

"I'm waiting for someone."

Lyria stood there, looking at Evan: "Reincarnation."

"He died countless cycles ago. I'm waiting for him to come back."

"Ten thousand cycles, Heavenly Dao collapsed, gods and Buddhas swapped out again and again, but he still..."

Lyria's tone was calm.

Her words echoed slowly between Heaven and Earth.

"You're waiting for someone."

Evan looked at her: "So you showed up today because that person finally appeared?"

Evan stood there, spiritual qi boiling, flames still flickering around him.

The cool, lone teen stood in front of the Great Bronze Sarcophagus.

He tried to keep his expression in check, but deep down he couldn't help feeling a little awed.

"Back in Glazed Glass Palace, you told me you were waiting for someone."

"Is it the guy who created the Glazed Glass Flower for you?"

Evan sounded confused: "But if that's true, what does it have to do with me?"

"Why drag me into all this?"

At this point...

Evan's mind flashed back to all those memories.

Lyria, white robes brighter than snow.

Glazed Glass Palace, glory lasting a thousand years.

"I only know he'll come back someday, but I don't know when."

Lyria spoke softly: "He died and reincarnated, opened the Heavenly Dao for future generations, set the rules for all worlds, slew evil immortals, and brought peace to everyone."

"He created the Immortal Gate. In the ancient times, Heaven didn't care—humans were nothing, immortals and mortals were totally separate."

"Because he opened the Immortal Gate, mortals could finally step onto the immortal path. He slew the first Heavenly Dao, so later generations got endless Heavenly Dao cycles, spiritual qi surged, humans could cultivate, and inherit immortal legacies."

"The first immortals were the Immortal race. Humans were just their slaves."

"Millions of years ago, he opened the sky for humanity, died for me, and I promised to wait for him to return."

"I only know his soul shattered in this world, but I don't know when he'll come back together or exactly when he'll return."

"As for you..."

Lyria paused, her tone suddenly more complicated.

Her gaze was rare—full of mixed feelings: "I've been searching through reincarnation for people who resemble him."

"I believe, when he returns, he'll be insanely talented."

"I've met countless Immortal Lords, all absolute geniuses."

"I've tried to find traces of him in them, but none of them were really him—no matter how ancient or how brilliant."

"When I took you in, I didn't see much talent."

"You were pretty ordinary, but..."

You reminded me of him the most.

(End of chapter)