Chapter 1210: Fuck Your Mother!

This opportunity had fallen right into his lap.

The Demon Sovereign had always intended to take a share of the human dao qi fortune. However, the Mortal World was exceedingly complex compared to the Cultivation World. The Heavenly Dao's protection over the human dao was absolute, and he had been troubled over how to make his move.

But when he noticed the drastic shift in the emperor star—an astrological sign indicating a change in the Human Sovereign—his suspicions were aroused. He simply sent an avatar to investigate, and sure enough, he overheard the conversation between Yan Nantian and Wang Yingying.

It took no effort at all.

He was more than pleased.

The Demon Sovereign drew out a grand array map, using forty-nine ancient characters as its foundation. They were placed one by one across the Geographical Maps of Great Jing. These required suppression platforms to pin down the dragon vein and gather the qi destiny. The array's core lay right within the Imperial Palace of Shangjing City, and the fortune would ultimately flow into the Imperial Jade Seal.

"His Majesty, this is the grand array map. Following its design, draw it out in all eight directions with forty-nine strokes and recite the sutra as a guide. The array will form instantly. At that time, yin and yang will reverse to deceive heaven and cross the sea, drawing the qi destiny into the Imperial Seal."

Yan Nantian received it like a priceless treasure. As it fell into his hands, they couldn't help but tremble.

The path to longevity was right before his eyes!

Chen Changsheng smiled warmly and offered a bow. "This Chen still has matters to attend to, so I will not intrude any longer. I wish His Majesty success in your endeavors and an early ascension to the great dao."

"Thank you for the auspicious words, Mister Chen!"

Yan Nantian paused, just about to ask him to stay, but as Chen Changsheng turned, his figure vanished before his eyes.

He fell into a daze. Immortal methods were truly profound and mystical.

This only deepened his anticipation.

Wang Yingying took the grand array Geographical Maps from Yan Nantian's hands, but looking at the ancient characters depicted upon them, she couldn't understand a single thing.

She couldn't help but shake her head, thinking that such expert methods were truly beyond her ability to fathom.

Mister Chen was truly worthy of the name.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and Huaixu slipped away.

Beneath the passage of time, the Demon Sovereign once again slipped into Reincarnation.

By taking back the qilin and True Dragon totems this time, he had reclaimed a portion of his strength. Furthermore, having placed a piece in the Imperial Court, he could hold the future human dao qi fortune in his own hands, adding yet another layer of power.

What made the Demon Sovereign feel even more delighted was that Chen Changsheng had accumulated quite a bit of qi destiny on his person in his early years. It was a mixed bag—the Qingqiu Fox Clan, the heavenly secrets of the Immortal Realm, and the qi destiny of the Mortal World. He had touched upon almost all of them, which would save the Demon Sovereign a considerable amount of effort.

His heart settled; the time to change the world was not far off.

...

Meanwhile, the real Chen Changsheng.

He was cultivating bitterly within the Underworld.

The profoundness of the demonic path's Divine Abilities was beyond words.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and waved his hand. Demonic energy surged out from around his body, and the scene before him abruptly shifted. It suddenly turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Piles of bones formed small hills, and beneath him lay skulls adrift in flowing blood.

The horizon was entirely blood-red. Within this space, a person's deepest fears and killing intent would be fully unleashed.

"An illusory realm?"

Chen Changsheng stroked his chin, feeling a bit confused himself.

It seemed fake, yet not entirely fake; it didn't quite feel like a hallucination.

With another wave of his hand, the scene before him dissipated.

He couldn't help but stroke his chin again, falling deep into thought.

Fake was ultimately fake. Even if it seemed partially real, in Chen Changsheng's eyes, it was still fake.

Then how could he turn the fake into reality?

As he pondered, his thoughts drifted far away.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps echoed that Chen Changsheng regained some clarity.

"Miss Manyue."

Chen Changsheng called out.

Manyue looked at him and asked, "What was that strange disturbance just now?"

Chen Changsheng replied, "I had some free time, so I tinkered out an illusory realm Divine Ability. How did it end up startling you?"

Manyue frowned slightly. "Just an illusory realm?"

Chen Changsheng paused. "Is there something wrong with it?"

Manyue opened her mouth, but she didn't explain.

For a split second just then, she had clearly felt Chen Changsheng disappear. She had looked across the Underworld but still couldn't find any trace of him.

How could this be something as simple as an illusory realm?

Manyue left after saying only a few words, without explaining what she meant.

Instead, Chen Changsheng was left in deep thought.

Manyue's arrival was highly suspicious.

This made Chen Changsheng ponder over the illusory realm from just now. What exactly about it had caught Manyue's attention?

Chen Changsheng tried again. This time, he carefully observed the details within the illusory realm.

He walked into the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, examining the bones.

Chen Changsheng suddenly paused. With a single thought, the bone in his palm dissipated, turning to ash.

The illusory realm faded away before his eyes.

When Chen Changsheng raised his eyes again, his vision had already returned to the Underworld.

But when he looked down at his own palm...

A skull sat strikingly right there in his hand.

At this moment, Chen Changsheng finally realized.

"So..."

"It wasn't an illusory realm!"

The skull in his hand was real!

This was not an illusory realm at all.

But this left Chen Changsheng feeling puzzled once again.

If it wasn't an illusory realm, then where did this feeling of blurred reality and illusion come from?

He sat down cross-legged and scrutinized the skull in his hand.

In a flash, inspiration struck.

"Turning dreams into reality, Mirror Flower, Water Moon..."

Chen Changsheng began to laugh. He waved his hand casually, and the skull dissipated as he murmured, "Wonderful, truly wonderful..."

Perhaps Divine Abilities and Arts and Techniques were just like this—so profoundly mystical that even he didn't understand the truth behind them. Through a stroke of coincidence and unintentional effort, he had inadvertently created such a Divine Ability.

Crafting dreams, weaving dreams.

It was truly wondrous beyond words.

Manyue took in Chen Changsheng's every move.

She knew that even if she didn't say anything, Chen Changsheng would figure it out. Chen Changsheng didn't know much about the path of Cultivation, but he was certainly no fool. A single thought was all it took for him to realize the truth.

Hearing Chen Changsheng mention the word 'dream,' she couldn't help but feel dazed.

Manyue thought back to the spirit cage from the past.

The thousands of rules in this world, the countless orders, and the infinite living beings... in the very beginning, they had all simply stemmed from one of Yu Xuan's great dreams.

A dream would be the beginning of everything.

No one knew this more clearly than she did.

...

Zhao Yuqing's days in this world were not going well.

He couldn't return to Yunfu Mountain.

It had been obliterated by the Heavenly Dao's lightning.

He had to admit, the Heavenly Dao was incredibly vindictive; it had completely destroyed the dao ashram he had held for thousands of years.

Yet Zhao Yuqing had no way to deal with it. If they were in the Underworld, he might have been able to put up a fight, but out here, he was simply no match for this Heavenly Dao.

He could only hide, constantly on the move.

But this Heavenly Dao kept its eyes glued to him, refusing to let him go.

"Rumble..."

He hadn't been in his new spot for long.

Before the booming sound of thunder rolled in.

When Zhao Yuqing looked up, he immediately grew furious.

"Fuck your mother! You're just going to keep chasing your daddy, aren't you!"

But cursing was cursing; he still had to run.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the thunder tribulation, but he couldn't withstand getting struck every single day without pause.

Having lived so freely for all these years, Zhao Yuqing had never been as wretched as he was now.

These days of constantly running and hiding were truly unbearable.