Chapter 869 - 602: Accepting a Disciple!

"I... succeeded!"

"Era of Great Destruction... I made it through! I’ve returned!"

In the void, specks of Spirit Light gathered frantically.

The body of Mason swiftly formed from the chaotic remnants, flesh, bones, Divine Soul network reconstructed and completed layer by layer.

He closed his eyes, the scene of the end of the era surged again—the Laws shattered, myriad paths annihilated, the vast mother river was forcibly compressed into a paper thin as a cicada’s wing.

Such mystical and supreme world-ending force, even recalling it now, made his Divine Soul tremble.

He slowly opened his eyes, introspecting himself.

This newborn shell, far from his former pinnacle.

Yet his heart burned with intense hope—if given time, he could surely rebuild his foundation, and even... advance further.

Achieve the true Tier Nine eternal bloodline!

Heart slightly steadied, Mason raised his gaze to look around.

Chaotic mists surged, no heaven, no earth, no sun, moon, mountains, only a vast void.

"What is this place?"

He lightly furrowed his brows, unconsciously extending his will outward, trying to explore this unfamiliar chaos.

Suddenly, his will abruptly hit an invisible barrier, his gaze froze, his form stiffened in place, staring directly ahead.

In the depths of the distant chaos, a thing floated.

It seemed just like an ordinary paper, ancient and unadorned, yet weighed down the entire void with a slight distortion.

On the paper surface, a grand river’s shadow quietly flowed!

The river water was vast, waves shimmering, Dao Rhyme swirling, each droplet seemed to carry an entire miniature era.

What made his Heart Spirit explode was—within that river shadow, he clearly sensed his own presence.

It was the last imprint he left, risking everything, gambling his life on the eve of destruction!

"This is... the mother river?!"

Mason’s pupils suddenly contracted, his Heart Spirit still captivated by the previous moment’s shock.

At this moment, above, the "sky" suddenly began to slow tilt and expand to the sides.

Not collapse, nor shattering, but an endless grand vista, slowly unfolding from top to bottom.

An immeasurable giant hand gently descended from the depths of that vista, lightly gathering, stably supporting the paper.

Only then did Mason, as if struck by thunder, abruptly realize a terrifying truth—

Beneath him was never any chaotic world, he had been standing in the palm of this hand all along.

The surging chaos before his eyes nothing but the grooves between fingerprints, the void at his feet merely a particle of dust in the palm.

Above the sky, an imposing visage beyond direct gaze slowly descended, with eyes detached, looking down like gazing at mere dust ants.

With just one glance, Mason trembled violently, Divine Soul nearly shattered, instinctively bowing and trembling:

"Junior... pays respects to Senior!"

Chen Sheng remained silent, eyes as deep as an abyss.

The sheet of paper in the palm dramatically shrank, myriad paths roared, the mother river hid, instantly transforming into a blood-red Innate Dao seed.

He lowered his gaze, focusing on the weak and blurred imprint on the surface of the Dao seed.

With a gentle point of his fingertip, the imprint was effortlessly peeled away.

Mason was in utter terror, cold sweat soaked his entire body, believing he would turn to ashes.

Yet in the next instant, he found himself unharmed, Divine Soul stable, not even a slight disruption.

Chen Sheng finally spoke, his voice calm yet resonating like the Great Dao:

"Next time, don’t recklessly imprint on things that have an owner."

Mason’s Heart Spirit shook intensely, hastily bowing deeply, his tone extremely fearful:

"Junior was ignorant, reckless in the moment, committed a grave error, humbly asking for your pardon!"

Chen Sheng nodded lightly:

"It is only because I value talent, otherwise you would have been annihilated mind and soul!"

If not for Chen Sheng’s leniency, with his meager means, he wouldn’t even qualify to approach the Dao seed, let alone leave an imprint.

Mason felt a fierce shock in his heart, respectfully and devoutly performed the utmost formal ceremony of apprenticeship solicitation:

"Junior Ray Lin Mason seeks to be under Senior’s tutelage, to serve for life, and though death itself won’t deter me!"

Chen Sheng looked at him, his gaze slightly flashed, and faintly uttered one word:

"Good."

The word fell, like the Heavenly Dao determining harmony.

Mason was overjoyed beyond measure, trembling all over, once more bowed with utmost respect and inquired:

"May I ask the honorific title of the Master...?"

Chen Sheng stood with hands behind, his voice magnificent, resonating across the chaos in the palm:

"I, known by the Dao name Pan Wu, and in this realm, as Supreme Chen Holy Celestial King."

"What you see, the Mother River—"

His gaze lifted slightly, and he glanced lightly at the Dao Seed,

"It was personally created by this seat."

Upon hearing this, Mason’s heart was filled with unprecedented shock!

...

Chen Sheng’s fingertips shone with Spirit Light, an ancient portal appeared, surrounded by celestial light and Spiritual Qi.

"Come with me."

Chen Sheng took a step and entered it.

Mason dared not delay for even a moment, hurriedly following behind and stepping into the portal, only to feel a whirlwind.

As the dizziness dissipated.

Mason lifted his gaze and was instantly overwhelmed by the sight before him.

Layer upon layer of mountains appeared in an intricate pattern.

Each mountain made him feel as if he were facing the Mother River.

The mountains rose and fell, sacred beyond compare, seemingly condensed from the boundless universe.

"This place, Celestial Brilliance Immortal Mountain," Chen Sheng’s voice sounded beside him, "This is where this seat’s Dao Field is located."

Mason nodded repeatedly, his gaze sweeping across:

"Immortal Mountain... truly a treasure of the Immortal Family."

...

Not long after.

In the Eight Treasures Palace.

Chen Sheng walked to the high seat in the hall and sat down with even greater authority, speaking:

"From this day forth, you shall be a disciple under this seat. This is your Senior Sister, Qin Zhaoyu."

On one side of the hall stood a woman wearing a plain Daoist Robe, her aura profound, causing his Divine Soul to tremble.

Mason instantly understood—this was definitely an Integration-level existence!

Mason dared not be the least bit negligent, hurriedly bowed and saluted, speaking respectfully:

"Brother Lei Lin Mason greets Senior Sister Qin!"

Qin Zhaoyu lifted her gaze, glanced at him indifferently, her eyes clear:

"No need for excessive courtesy. Since you are a disciple accepted by Master, practice well in the future, do not disgrace Master."

"Yes! I will heed Senior Sister’s teachings!"

Chen Sheng looked at the two, waved his sleeve, and three ancient Jade Scrolls appeared out of thin air, slowly falling before Mason, emanating a mysterious aura.

"Here are three volumes of Blood Dao Cultivation Techniques, insights from my cultivation. Comprehend them well."

Mason held the Jade Scrolls with both hands, bowed again:

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing the techniques. I shall immerse myself in cultivation, study diligently, and never betray Master’s nurturing!"

Chen Sheng lightly waved his hand, his tone calm:

"Zhaoyu, take him down, familiarize him with the environment of Celestial Brilliance Immortal Mountain, and explain the rules of the Cultivation Realm, so he quickly adapts."

Qin Zhaoyu bowed slightly, replying: "Yes, Master."

After speaking, she turned to look at Mason:

"Follow me."

"Yes, Senior Sister."

Mason quickly replied, closely following behind Qin Zhaoyu.

Within the Little Ascendant Martial Hall.

A burst of golden light flashed, and the figures of the two appeared.

Qin Zhaoyu spoke:

"This is the Little Ascendant Martial Hall, today you will rest here, and I will inform you of the Cultivation Realm’s structure."

Mason hurriedly sat upright, his expression respectful:

"I shall follow Senior Sister’s instructions, Brother will listen attentively."

Qin Zhaoyu picked up the Spirit Tea on the table, took a gentle sip, and began:

"We hail from the Spirit Realm, one of the Grand Thousand Worlds, belonging to the South Pole Lineage..."

"After the appearance of the Immortal Mountain, many Grand Thousand Worlds began to connect, becoming vast beyond measure..."

Upon hearing of such a vast world, Mason’s eyes were full of yearning and astonishment, he quickly asked:

"Senior Sister, how are the current Cultivation Realms divided?"

Qin Zhaoyu put down the teacup, slowly said:

"In today’s Cultivation Realm, from Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment... to Void Refining, Integration, Crossing the Tribulation, Mahayana!"

"As I observe Brother’s cultivation, you should belong to the peak of Void Refining..."