Shen Yu cultivated through the entire night.
From dusk in this world, all the way until dawn.
Only then did he stop, still reluctant to end.
At this moment, he felt light as a feather, both his body and soul undergoing a world-shaking transformation. Even without testing, he knew he'd truly gained extraordinary personal strength like a little superhuman.
"You've reached the First Realm already." Martial Artist Shen Yu's voice came from the side.
He had stayed here all night, without a trace of fatigue, still visibly excited.
"The Golden Cicada Technique has six realms. I'm only at the Third Realm myself. From your situation, reaching the Third Realm should only take half a month at most. It's not cultivation, it's restoration." Martial Artist Shen Yu said, stepping closer and placing a hand on Shen Yu's shoulder. "Your roots and aptitude are improving too. Won't be long before you match me. The realms and skills between us really are shared!"
"Mm, it really does look that way."
Shen Yu could fully understand Martial Artist Shen Yu's excitement, because he felt much the same.
This meant they could invest much more into their incarnations.
It also meant one person's efforts would benefit everyone!
With resources from different worlds and the existence of the Gray Mist Space, given time, the paths they could walk on the extraordinary road of personal power were simply unimaginable.
The potential was limitless!
"I'll come cultivate with you every day after handling my affairs." Shen Yu made his decision.
At first, his purpose for cultivating had just been self-preservation.
But like this, it was far more than mere self-defense.
Just Shen Yu alone could become a mighty force for saving civilization!
"You're welcome anytime, I'll keep a place reserved for you." Martial Artist Shen Yu agreed easily. "And call interstellar world Shen Yu over, too. Although his body's been modified, not sure how that might affect things."
"We'll see then. I'd better get back now." Shen Yu checked the time.
He had been cultivating for nearly thirteen hours!
His own world still had plenty to take care of.
"Not staying for a meal?" Martial Artist Shen Yu tried to keep him.
"No." Shen Yu shook his head.
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing by the wall, holding the hands of a boy and a girl—each only five or six years old—watching with nervous and uneasy eyes.
Seeing Shen Yu looking over, she hesitated, but eventually stepped forward.
"A humble woman greets the banished Immortal."
As she said this, she was about to kneel.
But Martial Artist Shen Yu quickly stopped her, grabbing her arm.
A bit helpless, he said, "Madam, I've told you before—your husband is also the reincarnation of an Immortal. He's my elder brother from a past life. No need for ceremony."
Only then did Shen Yu react.
Madam?
Martial Artist Shen Yu was married?
His gaze naturally fell on the two children, in slight a daze.
Of course. Although Martial Artist Shen Yu was a fragment of his soul, restricted to some degree, after reincarnation he gained his own personality, with family and children in this world—perfectly normal.
"Come here." By now, Martial Artist Shen Yu had taken the woman's hand and brought the two children over to Shen Yu, smiling widely. "This is my wife, and these are my two kids—their nicknames are Big Treasure and Little Treasure."
Hearing such modern nicknames, Shen Yu couldn't help but smile.
"You're happier than I am, as the original."
"Can't be helped." Martial Artist Shen Yu shrugged, "I reincarnated here without the Gray Mist Space. Family's decent—though I have memories of my past life, this is a Martial Arts world. Without strength, knowledge from another age brings only trouble, better to just be a rich man if one can. Too bad..."
Too bad fate didn't oblige. Under Martial Artist Shen Yu's watch, the Great Sun was dimming day by day.
He understood very well what that meant, but could do nothing.
Especially when looking at his two young children, that kind of despair—only Martial Artist Shen Yu could understand.
"I'm not the type to just accept my fate." Shen Yu cut in, his tone firm. "And now, things have changed."
"Yes, everything's already different!" Martial Artist Shen Yu nodded vigorously.
The two traded glances and couldn't help but smile lightly together.
This confidence in the future was the most precious feeling of all right now.
The woman on the side might not have understood what her husband and this banished Immortal were discussing in their incomprehensible language, but she could sense the atmosphere.
Her nervousness gradually faded.
Yesterday, when her husband suddenly claimed to be the reincarnation of an Immortal, she thought he was out of his mind.
It wasn't until he waved his hand and huge quantities of food appeared out of thin air.
That shock, joy, excitement—she remembered it all as clear as day!
Right now, Shen Yu happened to mention it: "Immortal reincarnation—no wonder we think the same way."
This version suited his "Multi-Dimensional Apocalypse Civilization Mutual Aid Association" perfectly.
The goal was the same, just the phrasing tailored to each world.
"My wife's status is special," Martial Artist Shen Yu explained his plan, his eyes shining with ambition. "She's the daughter of the City Lord of a city with a million residents. My father-in-law's situation—and in fact, all the big cities—isn't good. The times are turbulent, war looms. Now, if this 'wise son-in-law' suddenly shows he's the reincarnation of an Immortal, with endless food to offer…"
He didn't need to say more after that.
Being able to leverage that kind of influence was a fantastic start!
"If you're confident, then go for it—but be careful. I'll assign you some Gray Mist permissions, just in case," Shen Yu pondered and spoke. "Check if interstellar world Shen Yu can offer any support too. With good prep, you might even earn some Gray Mist."
"Alright, I'll be careful." Martial Artist Shen Yu nodded earnestly.
Not that Shen Yu needed to remind him. They were one and the same—cautious by nature, always planning ahead.
Finally, Shen Yu rubbed the little ones' heads and left them a pile of snacks before vanishing into the Gray Mist.
Leaving behind the awestruck woman and two wide-eyed children.
"Let's go—there's a strong wind outside." Martial Artist Shen Yu came over, picked up his kids, his face aglow with joy.
This world, this civilization—he was determined to save them!