Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Arrivals of All Parties

Upon the Sea of All Realms, a solitary leaf-like boat drifted forth, flying into the Yuan Realm.

The Dao King and Yan Duxing descended.

"There remains but one day until the great change of the Yuan Realm arrives." The Dao King’s gaze pierced through the void, fixing upon Godfall Ridge. As the heavenly divine patterns stirred to life, the seal upon Godfall Ridge manifested before all eyes.

Ancient innate divine patterns enveloped Godfall Ridge like a giant bird’s nest.

Burial Soil flowed like a black ribbon, encircling Godfall Ridge, threading through the innate divine patterns and playing a vital role within the entire seal.

Now, the innate divine patterns began to dissolve, and the Burial Soil stirred. All signs indicated the seal was on the verge of vanishing. After aeons of dormancy, the ancient divine clans were about to reemerge into the world.

"Across the three thousand worlds, each possesses its own world’s will, also known as its rules. Within the soul and primordial spirit of every individual lies the imprint of their world’s rules."

The Dao King turned to Yan Duxing. "Hence, during the revival of spiritual energy in the Yuan Realm, its native inhabitants gain the greatest boon."

"In the past, the rules of the Yuan Realm were incomplete. Cultivators found it nigh impossible to prove their Dao. Yet, after tomorrow, Great Emperors shall sprout across the Yuan Realm like bamboo shoots after spring rain."

"The Yuan Realm is thus destined to be your place of cultivation henceforth."

Yan Duxing nodded in acknowledgment.

Over these past days, the Dao King had obliterated Empress Nuwa Palace and the Holy Sect of Transformation, even launching a distant conquest of the Mysterious Realm to raze the Holy Ancestor Dynasty and the Mystic Law Sect, annexing the entire Mysterious Realm.

The Taihao Heavenly Sect flourished exceedingly, already preparing to invade the Shadow Realm and eradicate Yama Court.

"A pity, though, that the luck of the Yuan Realm already has an owner. It cannot be wielded for my own purpose." The Dao King’s eyes flickered with calculation.

Guarded by the Creation spiritual embryo, Nangong Zhandao remained beyond his reach to kill and seize his fortune—at least for now.

"My own cultivation has reached its zenith. The day of the transformation presents the perfect opportunity to shatter my shackles and attain immortality! Once immortal, I shall turn my sights upon the luck of the Yuan Realm."

He stood amidst the void, a sensation of ethereal lightness washing over him.

Having devoured the luck of both the Spirit Realm and Mysterious Realm, the Dao King already possessed one foot firmly placed upon the path to immortality. A single thought could summon the Nine Celestial Tribulations, facing the trial to attain immortality and ascend to the Immortal Realm.

Nevertheless, he deliberately suppressed his cultivation, reserving his transcendence for the day of the transformation.

Shu!

A wisp of wind brushed past. A figure emerged from the Sea of All Realms. Su Miao Zhen wore plain robes, her hair gathered by a simple wooden hairpin. No cosmetics adorned her breathtakingly beautiful face, yet she remained captivatingly pure and lovely.

"Daoist friend Su," the Dao King greeted with a faint smile upon seeing her.

"This junior, Yan Duxing, pays respects to the senior," Yan Duxing offered a respectful salute.

Su Miao Zhen spoke lightly, "Word travels that you united the Spirit Realm and annexed the Mysterious Realm these past days—grand gestures both. Should I offer congratulations, Daoist friend, on becoming master of both realms?"

"To reign as a master of the mundane world… such is not the aspiration of beings like us," the Dao King replied with a faint smile.

"You stand ready to attain immortality?" Su Miao Zhen stared intently at the Dao King, an unusual glint flashing within her eyes.

She possessed skill in observing fortunes. The Dao King’s aura shone violet, tinged with gold—a hallmark of immense fortune. Yet it lacked purity, undoubtedly obtained through extraordinary means.

Recalling the Taihao Heavenly Sect’s aggressive acts, realization dawned immediately upon Su Miao Zhen.

"Di Wuyou, do you seek to tread the paths of the ancient Heavenly Emperor or the recent Human Emperor?" Su Miao Zhen inquired, her expression unreadable.

"Hahaha…" The Dao King laughed heartily. "Truly worthy of a disciple of the World Master of the Xuankong World, Daoist friend Su! To deduce my intentions from such scant traces commands my profound respect."

Su Miao Zhen narrowed her eyes; her slender eyes actually gave her a touch of seductiveness.

"Your ambition is truly enormous."

The corners of Su Miao Zhen’s mouth lifted slightly, her expression mocking. "However, you probably lack the fortunate luck of the Heavenly Emperor and the Human Emperor. Recklessly using fortune, beware you’re not backlashed by fortune."

Dao King’s face darkened. "How I act is none of your concern, Daoist friend."

Su Miao Zhen was indifferent; stepping lightly, she vanished into the void.

"Master, did the Human Emperor also walk the path of fortune?" Yan Duxing asked in puzzlement. "Why in the historical books is this human leader so rarely mentioned?"

"A treasonous person naturally cannot be mentioned."

Dao King said coldly.

His Divine Sense spread out, radiating for millions of miles, encompassing the entire Southern Wilderness in his sea of consciousness.

"These old things arrived so fast one by one."

Hidden in the Southern Wilderness were numerous secretive auras, and only a top expert like Dao King could detect their existence.

The two entered Linglong City.

Heaven’s Secret Pavilion stood at a corner, its architecture ancient and exceptionally mysterious.

This pavilion was a thorn in Dao King’s heart.

"After I attain immortality, I will come and test your depths." Dao King sneered coldly.

The two entered an inn and stayed there temporarily.

As Dao King vanished, a figure slowly appeared.

"That unruly disciple’s cultivation has grown deeper, just as I guessed; he will face a tribulation to attain immortality after the day of the transformation." Duobao Daoist murmured.

During this time, he had lingered in the Spirit Realm, tracking Dao King.

The affair of Taihao Heavenly Sect unifying the Spirit Realm and suppressing the Mysterious Realm, he knew all too clearly.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will triumph in a hundred battles.

To avenge Withered Wood Daoist, he naturally needed to understand Dao King’s abilities.

Yet Duobao Daoist ultimately was disappointed.

Dao King’s opponents were all pushovers; how could they force him to use his full strength?

Duobao Daoist glimpsed Heaven’s Secret Pavilion in the corner of his eye, and his heart stirred slightly.

He had an agreement with Ye Xu; after the matter with Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest ended, he would pay a visit to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

But with the day of the transformation near, this matter would also be delayed.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the void in the southeast split open, and an extremely luxurious boat cut through the air. Flags waved on the boat, embroidered with images of men and women in intimacy, and licentious sounds resounded throughout the heavens.

Duobao Daoist furrowed his brows slightly.

"The old monsters from Hehuan Palace…"

This was a top sect from Chixiao Realm, with two Emperor Venerables within its doors, who were a pair of companions.

On the lofty pavilion ship, there were sounds of joyous laughter, with people singing and dancing.

Women in revealing garments danced wantonly with men, creating a scene of utter debauchery.

"Morals have indeed degenerated! A pack of lewd beasts dare to be so brazen in broad daylight!"

An angry curse rang out; a white-bearded old man with a childlike face glared furiously.

"You’re too attached to appearances, Daoist friend."

A voice as melodious as a oriole’s came from the pavilion ship. "Freedom and democracy—this is the creed of our He Huan Sect. We let our children do as they wish."

"Using such worldly eyes to view us, Daoist friend, is rather inappropriate, don’t you think?"

"Harlots and libertines! And you have the nerve to offer excuses?"

Another voice sounded, this time from a middle-aged Daoist nun holding a horsetail whisk. She trod on empty air, her expression dignified, phoenix eyes filled with anger, her aura sharp as a sword.

"That’s quite a spectacle, so many Emperor Venerable powerhouses turning up at once!" Great Emperor Ziwei remarked to Ye Xu as they sat within the City Lord’s mansion, watching the scene unfold in the sky.

"They aren’t going to start fighting, are they?"

Great Emperor Ziwei asked with excitement.

Ye Xu shook his head.

"These people all came for Yuan Realm’s destiny. Before the day of the transformation begins, there won’t be any real conflict," Ye Xu said dismissively; a war of words was the most boring kind. "And…"

He deliberately drew out his words.

Everyone’s gaze focused on him.

"What you see now are only the Emperor Venerables in the open," Ye Xu said with a cryptic half-smile. "Who knows how many more Emperor Venerables are hiding in the shadows, watching us all."

"Who among those who managed to cultivate to the Emperor Venerable Realm isn’t a wily old fox?"

"Those words make sense."

Great Emperor Ziwei nodded in agreement.

Although many Emperor Venerables ascended to the Immortal Realm after the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest conflict, they represented only a tiny fraction of all realms.

The three thousand realms held countless Emperor Venerables.

News of the ancestral home facing a great change had circulated for a full six months. Even cultivators in the most remote corners of the universe had heard of it. The only difference was whether they could traverse the worlds to reach Yuan Realm.

But for Emperor Venerables, this posed no obstacle.

Therefore, at this very moment, the number of Emperor Venerables gathered in Yuan Realm was likely at a peak not seen for millions of years.

Ye Xu could already detect eighteen Emperor Venerables.

But only a fool would believe that was everyone.

There was something else Ye Xu hadn’t mentioned.

The true immortals from the Red Dust.

He already knew that immortals existed in the mortal realm. For reasons unknown, those true immortals had not ascended to the Immortal Realm but instead lingered in the lower worlds.

Yuan Realm was the ancestral home, the center of the universe. A transformation nurtured over millions of years—the destiny it would give birth to—was likely profoundly important even to those true immortals from the Red Dust.

Facing such a thing, none among the countless powerhouses of the three thousand realms could remain unmoved.