Chapter 374

Chapter 374: The Reincarnation Ancient God, Xian’er’s Return

Watching the human ancestor leave, Ye Xu’s brows gradually furrowed deeply.

A great calamity was imminent, and what he could do was limited.

The only way he could help the human ancestor was to protect the Chaos Divine Vine well, as it was a ray of hope for the human ancestor.

"Brother Xu, who is this grandpa?" Xixi asked curiously.

From the human ancestor, she could feel a sense of security; even Ye Xu hadn’t given her that feeling.

"He is the greatest person in this world," Ye Xu said with a smile.

"It’s also time to let Xian’er come back," Ye Xu thought.

Ye Xian’er had gone out for training for a year; during this year, he hadn’t kept track of Ye Xian’er’s whereabouts.

But with the great calamity imminent, he was not comfortable with Ye Xian’er being alone outside.

Everlasting City of Desolation.

The invasion by the Primordial Daoist Sect had also alarmed Lin Qianmo and Xuanxin, among others.

"Mother Goddess, people from other planes have arrived," Xuanxin said solemnly.

Lin Qianmo appeared composed and said, "The creation of the Tianyuan is imminent; the Taihuang Ancient Realm will open; the barriers of each universe will become weak, so people from other planes descending is expected."

"However, the beings of this realm will suffer," Xuanxin lamented.

"The invasion from other planes is a variable," Lin Qianmo said.

"The Great Calamity in the Immortal Realm is likely to come earlier; when that happens, all realms will be reshuffled, and in this disaster, even we must handle it with care."

After all, at this moment, she was not the Transcendent she once was.

She was only a semi-Immortal Emperor with proof of the Second Primordial Spirit.

"I need to go out for a while," Lin Qianmo said.

Lin Qianmo looked at Xuanxin and cautioned, "During this time, it will be up to you to guard the Everlasting City of Desolation. Remember, do not meddle in their affairs."

"Yes," Xuanxin nodded.

Lin Qianmo vanished on the spot.

After a stick of incense had burned, she arrived below the scars of the heavens.

She looked at the human ancestor and got straight to the point: "Daoist friend, I want to enter the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest."

"Senior!" The human ancestor was startled.

In the distant past, he had seen Lin Qianmo; that Reincarnation Dao Field was entrusted by Lin Qianmo to the human ancestor to place in the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest.

Lin Qianmo’s return now represented that the deity conceived in the Reincarnation Dao Field was about to be born.

"On the day the great calamity arrives, He will lend you a hand," Lin Qianmo said.

The human ancestor nodded, his power surged.

The void stirred with faint ripples that solidified into a gate of nothingness.

Lin Qianmo stepped through it and appeared within the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest.

She walked into the Reincarnation Dao Field.

Compared to her last time entering that place, there was not a trace of change.

However, the aura of the Reincarnation Dao had grown even more intense.

Deep inside the dao field, a vast and mysterious energy was conceived.

It brimmed with vigorous life force, as if capable of swallowing and spitting out the universe.

"Several tens of millions of years ago, I brought you down from the Hongmeng Dao Realm; after nurturing for so long, it’s almost time for you to be born."

Lin Qianmo came to the depths of the training ground. An enormous oval egg was placed atop an altar.

Its surface was covered with swirling Innate Reincarnation Dao patterns, like countless whirlpools closely packed together—capable of unwittingly drawing anyone into the cycle of reincarnation.

In a daze, Lin Qianmo’s soul left her body and entered the Reincarnation Divine Egg.

Before her appeared a dilapidated ancient temple. A young monk, dressed in tattered robes and holding a broom, swept downward step by step, clearing fallen leaves and dust from the stone stairs.

Day after day. An endless cycle.

"Daoist friend."

The monk noticed Lin Qianmo, paused his sweeping, and pressed his palms together in greeting.

The monk’s aura was overwhelmingly formidable. Though not yet born into the world, his cultivation already matched that of Daoist Qing Xuan. Upon birth, he would likely become a powerful being on par with the Son of Heaven and the Heavenly Emperor.

"Back then, had you not saved me, Daoist friend, by bringing me from the Hongmeng Dao Realm to this lower realm, I would have been refined by others long ago," the monk said with a gentle smile. "This lifetime, I shall aid you in returning to the Hongmeng Dao Realm."

"Everything in the world is part of the cycle of reincarnation."

Lin Qianmo smiled.

The origin of the Reincarnation Divine Egg was profound, akin to that of the Innate Divine Beings—born of heaven and earth.

But this divine egg originated from the Hongmeng Dao Realm.

Moreover, it gestated the Innate Reincarnation Dao.

"You still owe the human ancestor a debt of gratitude," Lin Qianmo stated.

"He will not die."

The monk chuckled. "I have glimpsed a fragment of the future. Among the native beings of this universe, he possesses the greatest potential to ascend."

"The Great Calamity in the Immortal Realm, the invasion from other realms—for him, this is both facing tribulation within the mortal world and the very first step towards ascension."

A flicker of understanding crossed Lin Qianmo’s gaze.

She did not doubt the truth in the monk’s words.

"The day the Immortal Realm crumbles shall be the day I am born into this world."

The monk resumed sweeping, moving back up the steps.

The dust and fallen leaves upon those stone stairs seemed an endless task, impossible to ever fully clear.

…

Several days later.

Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.

"Senior! I’m back!"

Ye Xian’er returned to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, travel-worn and dust-stained.

She was clad in practical, close-fitting attire, her hair tied back in a high ponytail, exuding efficiency. Any childishness in her bearing had vanished, replaced by a spirited air of heroism—she seemed entirely transformed.

During this year of arduous training, she had journeyed across the Eastern Region and the Northern Region before venturing into new, uncharted territories.

Within that single year, she had broken through from the Divine God realm to the realm of the God King.

"Gone for a whole year without a single word. Glad you still remember you have a senior like me," Ye Xu remarked with clear dissatisfaction.

"Senior, shall I keep you company for a game of chess?"

Ye Xian’er’s bright eyes flickered as she giggled.

"Sister, please have tea."

Xixi brought over a cup of tea.

"Huh?" Ye Xian’er noticed Xixi, asking in surprise, "Senior, why is there a little girl here?"

"My name is Xixi."

Xixi smiled.

"She’s an orphan I brought back." Ye Xu chuckled. "Her cultivation talent rivals yours. Now that you’ve returned, you’ll teach her to cultivate."

"Of course I can!"

Ye Xian’er planted her hands on her hips and declared triumphantly, "Little girl, don’t call me sister anymore—call me Master!"

She finally got to indulge in the thrill of being a teacher.

"Sister, I’m a disaster," Xixi murmured, twisting her clothes in her small hands. "Staying near me brings bad luck."

"But I’m a God King now!"

Ye Xian’er answered loftily, taking the teacup from Xixi. "Let this cup serve as your ceremonial tea offering to your Master."

Thud!

The moment she grasped the cup, it shattered. Scalding tea splashed onto her skin, turning it red.

"???"

Pain shot through her hand.

Yet confusion overwhelmed her.

As a God King, her body shouldn’t feel burns from mere tea—but reality forced belief.

"This is truly uncanny," Ye Xian’er muttered.

"Is this the result of your year-long training?" Ye Xu snickered.

"One more try!"

Ye Xian’er retorted defiantly.

Ye Xu watched them both lazily, saying nothing.

This time, the cup exploded instantly. Shards pierced Ye Xian’er’s skin.

In that split second, her magic vanished entirely—rendered powerless like an ordinary mortal. Despite her precautions, she couldn’t muster any defense.

"Sister, I’m sorry…" Xixi whimpered pitifully.

"It’s not your fault…"

Dreadfully embarrassed, Ye Xian’er rushed to comfort her. "I’m just too weak to be your Master."

"Senior," she demanded, "what is happening?"

Ye Xu answered carelessly, "Xixi possesses the Body of Disaster. She almost brought doom upon two Great Emperors. With your half-baked skills, how could you teach her?"

"Senior, did you set me up?" Ye Xian’er glared with round eyes.

"I’m teaching you: beyond heaven lies a greater heaven, beyond mortals stand greater beings."

His voice turned light. "If you can’t handle Xixi, you remain far too weak."

"From now on," he commanded, "you will remain at Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."

"Within one year, you must reach the saint level. Until then—not one step beyond this threshold!"

"One year?!"

Despair washed over Ye Xian’er’s face.

"Senior! Why be so harsh?"

Swish!

Ye Xu spared no more words. With a flick of his sleeve, he hurled her into a separate dimension to train alone.

Separately,

Ye Xu sent word to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s members: the Great Calamity in the Immortal Realm approached. All must prepare.

"Now," he murmured, "I may calmly await… the collapse of the Immortal Realm…"