Chapter 1442: Hope Is Within Reach

As Yun Yaoyao's words fell, the guard pushing the wheelchair quietly retreated.

Seated on the wheelchair, the middle-aged man sighed with emotion.

"After exhausting all means, we have finally waited for our master. All these years of my management have not been in vain. Every effort has been worth it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elderly man standing at the front let out a long sigh of relief.

"Hu..."

"Manager Liu is right, but this time was truly difficult."

"Activating the Divine Source Dream is no easy task. Even I expended a great deal of energy and nearly aged to death here. Fortunately, we succeeded in the end, and it's a good thing the master entered it. Otherwise, even if I were drained dry, I wouldn't be able to activate it a second time."

The old man now looked utterly exhausted. His already wrinkled face bore even more marks of time, resembling the deep grooves of withered wood. It was clear that he had indeed expended a tremendous amount of energy.

Seeing his aged appearance, Yun Yaoyao and the manager bowed respectfully.

"Old Huai, you've worked hard."

"Without your intervention, the plan would never have gone so smoothly!"

The old man nodded at their words and waved his hand slightly.

"Now that they are all busy in various realms, each with heavy responsibilities, activating the Divine Source Dream is my duty. There's no need to say more."

"As long as we can bring the master back, we will spare no effort."

His words elicited nods of agreement from the two.

"Old Huai is absolutely right. This is all part of our duty."

As they reflected on this, the manager, ever perceptive, offered a cigarette, expertly lit it for Old Huai, and took a few slow puffs to ease the fatigue in his body.

In the blink of an eye, the cigarette was half burned, its ashes gently flicked away, scattering in the wind.

This scene stirred the manager's thoughts.

Once upon a time.

The gods gathered together, full of passion and grandeur.

Now.

Times have changed, and only a few old friends occasionally meet. Many are still busy with the grand plan, no longer as glorious as they once were.

The myriad events spanning eternity have long since drifted away with the wind.

In this moment of nostalgia, the manager couldn't help but light a cigarette for himself.

Then, he raised his eyes to gaze into the distance.

In his line of sight, the Linglong Pavilion had long since closed its doors, yet passersby drawn by its fragrance still gathered around, creating a lively scene.

This sight moved the manager even more. As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, he murmured softly.

"Hu..."

"The master has entered the Divine Source Dream. Once that person arrives and also enters, we only need to wait for the two of them to reappear, and we can all reunite."

"I wonder when that person will come. How long until the day of reunion?"

Hearing this, Yun Yaoyao's eyes also shone with longing as she glanced back at Old Huai.

Old Huai discarded the nearly burnt-out cigarette butt and spoke slowly.

"Now that the Divine Source Dream has been activated, everything is ready. That person will come soon. We only need to wait."

"The day of reunion is fast approaching."

Hearing this, a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of Yun Yaoyao and the manager.

After waiting for countless ages, the day of reunion was finally near.

Thinking of this, both of them felt a surge of energy. All the trials and tribulations of the past now seemed to drift away like the smoke before their eyes.

Seeing their resolute expressions, Old Huai knew there was no need for further words.

Just before leaving, he turned back and whispered a final instruction.

"You two."

"From now on, everything here is in your hands."

"I have activated the Divine Source Dream. It's time for me to retire and return to guarding the well. Let us part here. May we meet again someday, with all our old friends returned."

His aged voice grew fainter, and his hunched figure receded into the distance.

As the two watched, Old Huai's figure gradually disappeared, but his words lingered in their ears.

"May we meet again someday, with all our old friends returned..."

Muttering this final farewell, Yun Yaoyao and the manager were visibly moved. They bowed respectfully to the now-vanished figure.

"We bid you farewell, Old Huai!"

"From now on, everything is in our hands!"

After the farewell.

The two exchanged no further words, their resolute eyes filled with unspoken understanding.

Yun Yaoyao's figure flashed, and in an instant, she was seated at the top of the city's highest tower. Her sword rested quietly on her knees, her aura completely restrained, with only her divine sense spreading out, enveloping the entire bustling town.

In an instant, the myriad lives in this world became clear to her. Not a single movement escaped her divine perception!

Feeling the familiar divine sense spreading across the heavens and earth, the manager took one last puff of his cigarette. After exhaling a cloud of smoke, he took a deep breath.

"Master, and all our old friends, please rest assured!"

"The responsibility of caring for the master's physical body falls to me! The resources accumulated by the Linglong Pavilion over generations are more than enough to sustain the master until his awakening. Even if the river of time runs dry, it will not affect the master's grand mission."

With this silent resolve, the manager called for the guard. The wheelchair was slowly pushed away, gradually disappearing at the end of the long street...