Chapter 620

Chapter 620: Zhuge Qinmo

The yin realm.

The Evil Sea churned turbulently. Evil ghosts and asuras howled within the chaotic space-time. A middle-aged man with a pale, unblemished face, clad in simple long robes, stood resolute upon the Evil Sea.

Screaming wickedly, the ghosts lunged at the middle-aged man.

Yet, he seemed to exist outside their space-time. The ghosts passed harmlessly through his form, unable to inflict even the slightest scratch upon him.

"In the end, I cannot stop this day from coming."

The God Sovereign sighed.

He turned and departed.

Whoosh!

After a little while, streams of immortal light descended once more. Both men and women were present, a full twelve of them, all uniformly Dao Ancestors. Most wore expressions of grave solemnity.

"Well, well, finally, we’ve waited for this day." A young man chuckled, the only Dao Ancestor among them bearing a radiant smile.

He was clad in robes white as snow, with pitch-black hair and starry eyes, his aura exceptionally outstanding.

To him, the merging of the yin and yang realms seemed to be a joyous occasion.

"Idiot."

A woman cursed.

"You curse me?"

His expression darkened instantly. A zither, jet-black as ink and crafted from unknown materials, appeared in his hands. It radiated a deep, chilling, and sinister aura.

"Seems I must play a song for you!"

"Wait!"

Seeing this, the expressions of the other Dao Ancestors underwent a great change. They cried out, "Daoist Friend Zhuge, do not play the zither!"

Within the yin realm, Zhuge Qinmo was a peak expert, virtually known to all.

After all, others’ zither playing might demand payment, his demanded lives.

Mostly because it was fatally dreadful.

If an ordinary person played poorly, given their cultivation level, they could simply block out the sound. The problem was Zhuge Qinmo’s immense strength, rivaling even Emperor Ling of the yang realm.

If he truly played a tune, there was no avoiding it.

"Daoist Ancestor Jade Sky, we are all dear friends. Perhaps you could say a little less?" one Dao Ancestor tried to mediate.

That female Dao Ancestor possessed delicate features like a painting. Clad in a Green Dress, she exuded the youthful vibrancy of a maiden, her eyes sparkling with intelligence, her cultivation equally profound.

"Hmph!" Daoist Ancestor Jade Sky snorted coldly, her voice mocking. "Zhuge Qinmo, since our dear friends have spoken, I shall refrain from quarreling with you today."

"How terrifying." Zhuge Qinmo sneered.

"…"

"Quieten down, all of you." A venerable elder spoke gravely, his intense gaze fixed upon the time-space tunnel bridging the two realms. "Right now, the fusion of yin and yang will inevitably cause people from both realms to intermingle."

"And," he continued somberly, "over time, more and more people will surely pass through."

In the past, crossing between both realms exploited weak spatial nodes, but now it was completely unnecessary.

"Among both realms, there are many ambitious individuals seeking to seize this opportunity to climb higher," continued the aged elder. "As Dao Ancestors of the yin realm, we must protect our domain."

Zhuge Qinmo cared little; what did the yin realm’s survival or demise matter to him?

"Whatever you all think, once the time-space tunnel stabilizes, I intend to visit the yang realm." Zhuge Qinmo chuckled, "My musical skills already reign supreme in the yin realm. I wonder if the yang realm can offer me a worthy opponent?"

"…"

The expressions of the surrounding cultivators twitched visibly.

"Then you should go quickly," sneered Daoist Ancestor Jade Sky. "Staying here any longer would only pollute my ears."

"It seems I must play a tune then,"

sighed Zhuge Qinmo.

"Go!"

They all reacted as if facing a dire enemy, transforming into streaks of light that vanished across the heavens and earth.

"Heh…"

Zhuge Qinmo snorted derisively. He gently stroked his black zither, shaking his head with a sigh. A profound loneliness washed over him – the solitude of standing at the absolute peak.

"In another month or two, the time-space tunnel should stabilize," Zhuge Qinmo’s gaze turned profound. "Achieving Dao One… the merging of the yin and yang realms is the only path."

"How could one attain greatness mingling with these insects?"

He sat cross-legged in the void, calmly waiting for the time-space tunnel to solidify.

Swoosh!

One day later, a figure stealthily descended upon the Evil Sea.

Concealed within the Great Luo Heaven, he drifted slowly towards the desolate shoreline like a solitary leaf on a vast ocean.

"Hmm?"

Zhuge Qinmo’s interest stirred. His gaze fixed upon the newcomer. "An actual Celestial Lord… and one who holds one of the six treasures."

He reached out and made a grasping motion.

The Great Luo Heaven instantly landed within his palm.

Zhuge Qinmo glanced downward. The man inside the Great Luo Heaven was instantly terrified out of his wits, collapsing onto the ground.

Within that miniature realm, a blue-robed youth stared up in utter terror. "M-mercy, Esteemed Senior!" he stammered fearfully at Zhuge Qinmo. "I-I am the Celestial Lord of Creation! I’m merely passing through!"

"Passing through?"

Zhuge Qinmo let out a light laugh. "Do you take me for a fool?"

"This junior dares not!"

The Celestial Lord of Creation trembled uncontrollably.

"The treasure you bear… the Creation Jade Butterfly, is it not?" Zhuge Qinmo exerted the slightest pressure. The Great Luo Heaven shattered, and the Celestial Lord of Creation materialized before him.

Zhuge Qinmo stared at the terrified youth, his eyes seeming to pierce through all deception.

"Yes."

A chill ran through Celestial Lord of Creation’s heart, and he dared not conceal anything.

"Come here, let me see."

Zhuge Qinmo beckoned as he spoke.

Celestial Lord of Creation obediently walked over.

Suddenly!

Zhuge Qinmo struck his palm toward Celestial Lord of Creation’s forehead. Celestial Lord of Creation was terrified, but the next instant, Zhuge Qinmo’s palm landed on his forehead. A Jade Butterfly flew out from the Purple Palace and floated in mid-air.

The Jade Butterfly emitted a profound aura, as if containing unparalleled truths, and evolved various phenomena.

"Your primordial spirit is at Great Celestial Sovereign level. It seems you are a reincarnation of a Great Celestial Lord," Zhuge Qinmo showed a trace of interest and said, "Someone from the yang realm?"

"You are wise, Senior."

Celestial Lord of Creation was astounded inside.

With just one glance, his origins were fully seen through by Zhuge Qinmo.

"Interesting."

Zhuge Qinmo marveled, "A Great Celestial Lord from the yang realm could actually reincarnate into the yin realm and obtain the Creation Jade Butterfly. You possess some skill."

"You overpraise me, Senior."

With a restless expression, Celestial Lord of Creation asked cautiously, "Senior, what do you require of me?"

"Am I that old?"

Zhuge Qinmo said discontentedly, "I’ve only lived for seven epochs."

"…"

Celestial Lord of Creation felt deeply aggrieved.

Seven epochs—wasn’t that an old monster?

"I plan to go to the yang realm, but I don’t know much about it," Zhuge Qinmo said. "If you can tell me something useful, I won’t make things difficult for you."

"If not, don’t blame me for using the soul searching method."

"Ask away, Senior."

Wearing a solemn expression, Celestial Lord of Creation said, "This junior will speak all I know without reservation."

"How many Dao Ancestors are in the yang realm?"

Zhuge Qinmo inquired.

After pondering at length, Celestial Lord of Creation slowly replied, "In my past life, around the time of my reincarnation, I heard there were five or six Dao Ancestors in the yang realm."

"However, legends say ancient clans exist in the yang realm. If the rumors are true, those ancient clans must have Dao Ancestors too."

Zhuge Qinmo seemed thoughtful.

Thus, it appeared the number of Dao Ancestors in the yang realm was likely fewer than in the yin realm.

"In musical skills, who can be called the best?"

"Uh…"

That question thoroughly stumped Celestial Lord of Creation.

"Qi Ancestor?"

Speaking hesitantly, "Rumors say he masters all—music, chess, calligraphy, and painting—and his cultivation is at Dao Ancestor Realm."

"Only one?"

"There is another person."

A flash of insight came to him, "Although that person’s cultivation is at Great Celestial Lord level, his command of musical arts is undeniably the best I’ve ever encountered."

"Who?"

Zhuge Qinmo’s eyes brightened as well.

Strength of cultivation did not matter.

He wanted to compete in musical skills.

"Qin Huangluo!"