Chapter 1148: Borrowing the Qi Destiny of All Paths

Thunder from the Heavenly Tribulation rumbled, and the seawater surged.

Vast waves crashed violently across the Desolate Sea. Dark clouds choked the sky, flashing with lightning and echoing with thunder. The white flood dragon was draped in thick scales, a resolute brilliance gleaming in its eyes.

As bolts of heavenly tribulation crashed down...

The booming thunder was endless.

Wind and rain poured down amid the storm.

Reborn through the deluge of heavenly thunder and surging waters, it sprouted dragon horns. As its Dragon's Might swept outward, a single roar echoed.

"Roar!!"

Between heaven and earth, a True Dragon had appeared once more!

Empowered by incense, assisted by the Human Dao, and guided by the Dragon Scripture, it had achieved Dragon Transformation.

It had aligned with the heavenly timing, secured the geographical advantage, and even gained the harmony of humanity.

Ying Zheng watched the scene in a daze. He let out a long breath and looked at the white dragon raising its head toward the heavens, murmuring, "It really caught a good time..."

He recalled his own Dragon Transformation all those years ago, and how much suffering had accompanied it.

Regardless, the heavenly timing was favorable now, and he felt happy for it. The Dragon Clan was set to prosper; surely, more True Dragons would appear in the world from now on.

...

Within the Yellow Springs.

Chen Changsheng's expression was taut.

The Immortal Sword in his hand swung incessantly, severing wave after wave of lethal attacks surging from the Yellow Springs.

"Yin and yang rise, the five elements are born, the ten thousand dharmas manifest!"

Chen Changsheng raised a finger and tapped lightly, manifesting hundreds of copies of himself. Each unleashed their Divine Abilities to fight back.

But even so, it was still not enough.

'If this continues, I'm afraid I'll be drained to death...'

Chen Changsheng cursed inwardly.

Things had become thorny.

"It seems there is only one way now..."

Chen Changsheng sighed softly. In truth, he had planned for this before coming in, but he hadn't made up his mind yet, simply because he could never put his mind at ease regarding the Heavenly Dao.

Especially at this critical juncture. If the Heavenly Dao intervened a step faster, all of his previous efforts might truly go to waste.

"Take a gamble?"

Chen Changsheng asked himself.

It seemed he had come in with a gambling mindset from the very beginning.

Chen Changsheng let out a long breath. Holding his sword out in front of him, he closed his eyes and spoke.

"The world has its paths: the Human Dao, the Ghost Dao, the demon path, the immortal path, and the Buddhist Dao. It is divided into the world of the living and the Netherworld. The place where yin and yang reverse is deemed the Yellow Springs, bridging life and death, the two shores of yin and yang."

Chen Changsheng raised his sword vertically and took a deep breath.

"Today, This Chen requests the aid of all paths! To pacify the Yellow Springs!"

When he raised his head, his gaze was profound and incomparably resolute.

...

Yan Nantian sat upon the imperial throne when he suddenly heard a voice in his ear.

He froze for a moment, looking toward the minister of rites beside him, and asked, "Did you hear a sound?"

The minister froze, then bowed his head and cupped his hands. "Your Majesty, there was no sound."

Yan Nantian paused, thinking it was just his imagination.

But then, he saw a figure standing before him.

He started slightly, staring at the front of the hall, and asked, "Who are you?"

Everyone in the hall was stunned. They all looked over but saw absolutely no one there.

Chen Changsheng cupped his hands and said, "This Chen greets His Majesty."

Yan Nantian was taken aback, then suddenly realized.

"It's you!"

Joy surged in Yan Nantian's heart. He immediately asked, "Are you the Supreme Immortal Chen that Mister Zhu spoke of?"

Chen Changsheng nodded slightly and said, "This Chen has come to ask for His Majesty's help, to borrow the Human Dao's qi destiny."

Yan Nantian blanked for a moment and sat up straight.

He wanted to speak, but as he raised his hand, he found himself wanting to speak yet holding back.

The hundreds of officials below as well as the minister of rites beside him all looked bewildered, having no idea where His Majesty was looking or who he was talking to.

"Who is Your Majesty talking to?"

"I don't know..."

"I just heard Your Majesty say something about a Supreme Immortal..."

"Could it be that an Immortal has arrived?"

"Ah..."

The officials whispered among themselves, and the court became noisy.

This snapped Yan Nantian back to his senses, his brow furrowing slightly.

The person beside him immediately called out, "Silence!"

As soon as the words fell, the imperial court quieted down, and the officials in the hall lowered their heads.

Chen Changsheng saw through Yan Nantian's hesitation and said, "Every request will be repaid. His Majesty may rest assured."

Yan Nantian looked at him and asked, "But I do not know what the Supreme Immortal intends to use my Human Dao's qi destiny for?"

Chen Changsheng answered, "To suppress the Yellow Springs, establish the Underworld, and rebuild Reincarnation."

Yan Nantian was dazed for a moment, his arm trembling.

After calming himself, Yan Nantian said, "What the Supreme Immortal is doing is beyond my imagination. It is an extraordinary creation, far beyond anything I could ever touch. I have only heard of the Underworld and Reincarnation in books; it is truly a grand undertaking. Since the Supreme Immortal is performing such a world-shaping feat, I shall naturally assist."

"Therefore, I grant this request."

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng gave a warm smile. He cupped his hands and said, "Many thanks, His Majesty."

Under Yan Nantian's gaze, the figure gradually dissipated, vanishing from the great hall in a mere instant.

Yan Nantian remained in a daze for a long time, unable to recover his wits.

It was not until the minister of rites called out to him that he sobered up slightly.

Only now did he understand what a 'Supreme Immortal' truly meant. Just the words he spoke involved matters far beyond anything he could imagine.

Rebuilding Reincarnation...

He had never even seen such a thing in storybooks.

...

The Demon Market suddenly stirred.

The Badger Demon's gaze paused slightly as Mister Chen's voice echoed in his ear.

Yet the man himself was nowhere to be seen.

Upon hearing the message, the Badger Demon was greatly shocked, then immediately declared, "Whatever Mister requests, this badger will never refuse!"

As his words fell, a streak of the Demon Race's qi destiny shot into the sky, streaking toward the Underworld and Reincarnation.

It was not just him; Su Junhan, who was rushing toward the Mortal World, also heard Chen Changsheng's voice in his ear.

"Fox Lord, please lend me the Demon Race's qi destiny, so This Chen can pacify the Yellow Springs!"

Hearing this voice, Su Junhan immediately said, "Mister may take it freely."

"Many thanks."

The Old Dragon King Ying Zheng, who was currently protecting the Dao in the Desolate Sea, also heard Chen Changsheng's voice in his ear.

"Dragon Lord, I must trouble you to lend me the qi destiny of the Mortal World's Water Tribe."

The Old Dragon King did not see him and knew it was merely a sound transmission. He immediately scolded, "Good on you, Chen Changsheng! You never look for me when things are fine, but you always come when there's trouble! I knew the moment your voice rang out, you were definitely asking for a favor."

Even as he said that, the Old Dragon King still agreed, "Forget it, forget it, take it. Just remember to come to the Dragon Palace and drink with me. I don't even know how many times I've nagged you about it, but I've never seen you visit once."

Chen Changsheng replied, "Next time, definitely."

Ying Zheng snorted coldly and waved his hand, and Chen Changsheng's voice dissipated.

Far away in Beicang, Mo Yuan also sensed it.

"Mister?"

Mo Yuan stood up and soon heard his Mister's request.

"Why ask? Mister just needed to let me know."

The Demon Race's qi destiny lent its full support.

...

The immortal path was vast and boundlessly obscure.

Tianji Mountain was an ancient Immortal Sect of the world.

As the ancient bell at the mountain gate chimed...

Mister Chen's voice rang out in Zhong Zhengyuan's ear.

Zhong Zhengyuan paused. Weak in body, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Mountain Lord, you may just decide for yourself."

Chen Changsheng's voice paused for a moment before saying, "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhong Zhengyuan let out a breath and said, "The demonic cultivators are gaining momentum. Mountain Lord, you must be careful."

"Alright. Get some good rest for now."

"Mhm."