Chapter 858 - 800: When a Whale Falls, Life Arises (Requesting Yue Tickets)

Chapter 858: Chapter 800: When a Whale Falls, Life Arises (Requesting Yue Tickets)

The entire Human Clan, the entire Upper Realm, and even all the Mahayana Immortal Monarchs had never imagined that Cangqingzi, who had already crossed the Ninth Layer Heavenly Tribulation, would suddenly fall right before the Immortal Sect.

After Cangqingzi finished handling everything in the Green Dragon Realm, at the very heart of the Five Luminaries Realm, he shattered the void and opened the Immortal Sect!

Across the whole Upper Realm, aside from Wu Wei and Immortal Monarch Yuxiao who were guarding the front lines and could not attend, everyone else, even Fuzhang, had come to witness the ceremony.

But the drastic change happened in an instant.

The Immortal Sect had only just parted a narrow line, and in the very moment the Immortal Light descended to receive him, the Azure Dragon beneath Cangqingzi suddenly went mad and slammed its head straight into him.

Cangqingzi, completely unguarded, was gravely injured; the Immortal Light of reception followed immediately after, and Cangqingzi fell within that very beam of Immortal Light.

In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to ash and scattered—there was not even time to save him!

The Immortal Light of reception is the Heavenly Dao’s gift that allows a Mahayana Cultivator to cast off the mortal shell entirely, elevating both flesh and soul to the Immortal Position.

It does possess a certain power, yet it is far inferior to the Ninth Layer Heavenly Tribulation.

No one knew what had truly happened, nor why the Azure Dragon that had accompanied Cangqingzi for nearly twenty thousand years would suddenly ambush him. If not for Cangqingzi, that little green snake of yesteryear would never have had the slightest chance to climb step by step to become today’s Eastern Azure Dragon.

The Immortal Monarchs had no time to save Cangqingzi, nor did they notice anything amiss within the Immortal Light of reception. When they came to their senses, they struck out in unison, intending to subdue the Azure Dragon and uncover the truth.

Yet the Azure Dragon, likewise grievously wounded by the Immortal Light of reception, suddenly fled into the void and vanished without a trace.

With Cangqingzi fallen, it too would not live much longer—either die along with him, or plunge into a complete and final slumber.

Rumble, rumble!

The Immortal Sect closed; the void of the Five Luminaries Realm roiled and surged, violet light flickered, the Mahayana Immortal Tribulation gathered strength, and the Daoist Rhyme belonging to Mahayana Cultivators soared skyward from the directions of the Taibai Realm, the Suixing Realm, and the Demon Realm all at once.

In the Taibai Realm was Wuwei Mountain Man; in the Suixing Realm was Dao Lord Nangu of the True Martial Immortal Sect; and as for the Demon Realm...

All the Immortal Monarchs felt a jolt in their hearts and suddenly came to the realization that even though the Azure Dragon had always accompanied Cangqingzi, it was still of the Demon Clan. Its ambush on Cangqingzi was surely to seize the Mahayana position for the Demon Clan.

Tai Sui was also of the Demon Clan—could it be... the Azure Dragon!

"Everyone, quickly protect Wuwei and Nangu!"

Fatian shouted anxiously, and saw Fuzhang retreat into the darkness of the void with a cold, sinister smile at the corner of his lips, then disappear.

Even if the affair with Tai Sui was not done by Fuzhang, he was no good sort either!

Fatian cursed twice in his heart, then split off with the other Immortal Monarchs into two groups to protect Wuwei and Nangu. Which of the two could first ascend to Mahayana would depend on their own ability and Creation.

*

Cangqingzi’s ashen remains drifted through the void; across the entire Upper Realm, all things withered and decayed, deathly stillness hung heavy, and the whole Human Clan wept in mourning.

In some realm, in some remote and deserted mountain.

A snow–white dragon coiled in a mountain lake, its dragon head resting on the shore, breathing in nature’s spiritual energy and snoring away... No! Snoring at Cultivation!

Its dragon whiskers would occasionally lift, ears twitching as they swatted away annoying insects.

When snow fell from the blue sky, the white dragon opened its eyes and raised its head to the heavens, only to see a streak of cyan light tear through the sky, break through the Space Great Array it had set down, and land directly before it.

Ao Juan spread his twin wings wide, all of him on high alert; only when that cyan light condensed into a heavily wounded Azure Dragon did Ao Juan slowly fold his wings away.

Roar?

Roar!!

The Azure Dragon used the last of its strength to roar at Ao Juan, frightening Ao Juan into scrambling up from the lake, throwing up countless sprays of water as he backed away.

Although it was only an Azure Dragon, ranked beneath a Winged Dragon in the Dragon Clan’s hierarchy, its Cultivation was strong.

Dragon cannot win, dragon is scared!

The Azure Dragon panted heavily, then opened its mouth and spat out two fist–sized beads.

One was shrouded in cyan light, the Green Dragon Pearl that contained the Azure Dragon’s lifetime of Cultivation.

The other was an ugly yellow–brown, covered in high-level Dragon Clan Restrictions, and within it lay a yellow–brown Meat Mushroom.

Tai Sui!

Ao Juan was so shocked his eyeballs nearly popped out; he stumbled back in panic, raised a claw, slipped, and fell into the lake, sending water splashing into the sky.

See!

Even dragons have started having bad luck!

Roar...

The Azure Dragon let out a weak, mournful cry toward Ao Juan, and its Divine Thought passed into Ao Juan’s Sea of Consciousness.

"Winged Dragon, the Dragon Clan’s fate, from this day forth, will be entrusted to you."

Roar?

Ao Juan tilted its head. Wasn’t it working hard—sleeping... pah! Working hard at Cultivation for the future of the Dragon Clan?

"If the Heavenly Dao were fair, which living being in all the world would be willing to attach itself to the Human Clan? They call it friendship, but it’s nothing more than exploitation. Winged Dragon, you must remember—never trust the Human Clan, never..."

Ao Juan pondered for a moment, then nodded. Right, the Human Clan cannot be trusted. The Little Immortal Ganoderma it was raising was of the Demon Clan, that could be trusted!

The Azure Dragon slowly closed its eyes; its entire body began to turn transparent, indistinct. Clusters of azure radiance like countless fireflies flew out from within it, interweaving with the boundless azure snowflakes.

Back then, it was merely a small green snake in the mountains. Not only did Cangqingzi seize the Spirit Fruit it had guarded for a hundred years, he also took its freedom.

Everyone said that without Cangqingzi, it would be just a mountain snake. But who ever saw its efforts, who ever saw how many benefits Cangqingzi had drawn from it?

Using its Essence Blood to refine Biyou Palace’s Dragon Taming Green Dragon Token, using its Dragon Scales for the sect’s Disciples to ward off Immortal Tribulations, using its flesh and blood for Alchemy, using its tendons and bones for Artifact Refining...

Voluntary? Equal exchange?

All bullshit!

It was a proud Dragon Clan being; how could it tolerate that even upon reaching the Immortal Realm, it was still only the Azure Dragon under Cangqingzi’s seat? Still to have its tendons drawn, its skin flayed, never to know a day of peace?

That person had spoken true: the Human Clan are all insatiably greedy hypocrites!

Roar!!

The Azure Dragon let out its final mournful cry; its whole body exploded with a thunderous boom, and the skyful of azure light converged into a river that, bearing its unwillingness, shot straight into the heavens.

In the end, it shattered beneath the firmament!

It would not truly perish. When the next Azure Dragon is born, everything of it will continue on!

*

One withering, one flourishing—this is called Dao.

After all things have withered, Heaven and Earth are reborn; trees send forth new branches, tender grass pushes out green shoots.

The old man slowly closes his eyes; the infant descends into the world with a wail.

Snow falls without a sound. In streets and alleys, children’s cries ring loud. Snowflakes turn into Spiritual Light, sinking into the brows of swaddled infants.

"Look, her father—her Spiritual Platform shines. That’s the sign of an Immortal Root. Our girl has an Immortal Root!"

Strands of Spiritual Light, like a fine drizzle, fall upon every corner of the three hundred sixty-five Realm Domains of the Upper Realm.

In the Spiritual Platform Realm, upon the battlefields scarred and ravaged, green grass bursts through blood-soaked earth, blooming little flowers upon the bones.

Many Cultivators stuck at a bottleneck suddenly feel something stir in their hearts and break through smoothly.

In the Nine Rivers Realm, withered mountains and rivers return to verdant green—as though nothing had changed, and yet as though everything had changed.

One withering, one flourishing, one Reincarnation!

Within the Heavenly Interence Sect, Lii Jiuchuan stood atop the mountain peak. He raised his hand to catch a single azure snowflake; the snowflake melted into a droplet in his palm and seeped into his skin.

He watched Heaven and Earth wither and flourish; his Spiritual Platform suddenly trembled, and within a hundred-zhang radius around him, spring, summer, autumn and winter—four seasons—cycled in turn.

Down the mountain, Tao Nian, already at Mid-Stage Golden Core, held in his hands the Reincarnation Scripture Jiang Yuebai had placed in the Library, gazing up at the sky.

Snow fell upon his brow. An invisible force tugged at his Bloodline. In an instant he sensed the meaning of Reincarnation, and chaotic scenes flashed rapidly before his eyes.

"Uncle?!"

Tao Nian gripped the book tightly, and a light boat sailed away from the Heavenly Interence Sect.

*

Shaowei Realm, within Zishan Forest.

Shen Mingjing lifted his hand to catch the falling snow, yet felt no stir of perception. A trace of dimness flickered through his eyes.

"When a great whale falls, myriad beings are born. The fall of a Human Clan Mahayana Immortal Monarch will return everything to the Human Clan, return it to Heaven and Earth, granting the Human Clan’s fortune at least a hundred years of strength. Why is the Human Clan always favored by the Heavenly Dao? How unjust is this to the Demon Clan, the Demon Clan, and all other living beings beneath this Heaven and Earth?"

Shen Mingjing lowered his hand and let out a bitter laugh.

"My century of plotting, all for nothing. This battle was destined for the Human Clan to win and the Demon Clan to be driven back—it’s only a matter of time. Since that’s so, it’s just right to return to the Demon Realm: to repel outsiders, one must first pacify what’s within!"

Human nature is greedy. If the Demon Clan retreats, the Human Clan will surely press their advantage, so the Demon Clan must not retreat—and he must not retreat!

Shen Mingjing looked at Lu Nanzhi. The Human Clan Saints have said: the Great Dao is fifty; Heaven enacts forty-nine. The Human Clan has one, then the Demon Clan must also have one.

The Ice Demon inheritance upon Lu Nanzhi’s body is certainly that single strand of life for the Demon Clan!

Now within the Demon Realm, every Demon Lord of each faction is an inept fool; the Mirage Demon Clan is far too weak and has no qualification to become Demon Lord. Since that is so, he will give them a candidate most qualified!

When the time comes, for the Demon Clan to trample the Human Clan flat, they will not need the aid of any Heavenly Witch.

The loss suffered in that Heavenly Calamity back then—once is enough. He will never repeat the same mistake!

"Let’s go. Back to the Demon Realm!"