Chapter 383
by fanqienovelChapter 383: Return of the Soul
"Daoist brother, the human ancestor… has the human ancestor really died?"
At Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, Su Mu, the Seven Immortals of Cloud Capital, Formless Demon Lord, and others gathered together.
Su Mu looked grief-stricken.
The Seven Immortals of Cloud Capital also wore heavy expressions and remained silent.
For any human, for any postnatal being who witnessed the death of the human ancestor, there was likely no one who could hold back their emotions.
"He was indeed dead."
Ye Xu sighed.
"Brother, why couldn’t we save him?" Xixi gazed at Ye Xu, full of confusion.
Ye Xu lightly smiled but did not explain.
"Now that the Immortal Realm has vanished, and the Purple Star Heavenly Court and the Innate Divine Beings have descended to the lower world," Formless Demon Lord said solemnly, "once they explore Pangu’s Daoist Temple, they will immediately divide the territories."
"Master, if Heaven’s Secret Pavilion wants to gain the greatest benefits in this calamity, we must plan now."
Ye Xu glanced at him lightly, and Formless Demon Lord grew fearful.
His petty thoughts—they could not be hidden from Ye Xu.
"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion does not interfere in human affairs; that was the rule I set." Ye Xu said calmly. "Of course, if any of you are bullied, I will stand up for you."
"Even if the heavens collapse, as long as I am here, you need not worry."
"Yes."
"Formless Demon Lord, Pangu’s Daoist Temple is open, and with your cultivation, you can barely go in to look around." Ye Xu instructed. "If you want to go, go now."
"This subordinate obeys the command."
Formless Demon Lord beamed with joy; the significance of Pangu’s Daoist Temple needed no explanation.
Whoosh!
He transformed into a streak of light and flew toward the direction of Pangu’s Daoist Temple.
"Then we shall take our leave."
The Seven Immortals of Cloud Capital, Gu Daojin, and others bowed to bid farewell.
"Su Mu." Ye Xu called.
"What orders do you have, Daoist brother?" Su Mu asked solemnly.
"You two should stay at Heaven’s Secret Pavilion for now." Ye Xu said. "Hand the matters of Heaven’s Machine Bank over to the Seven Immortals of Cloud Capital and Emperor Venerable Four Extremes to handle."
"Chaotic times have arrived; you must do your utmost to improve your strength."
"Thank you, Daoist brother." Su Mu and Yue Lingxi exchanged a glance, their hearts finally calm.
Now, with the alien universe invading, Pangu universe was in complete disorder.
Throughout the vast all realms, Heaven’s Secret Pavilion was the only secure place.
Ye Xu’s figure vanished from where he stood.
A moment later, he appeared in one space-time. The Chaos Divine Vine swam through the chaos, absorbing the chaotic energy. On its vines, a gourd swayed gently.
Inside the gourd lay a cyan seed.
Only the size of a grain of rice, this seed radiated a cyan glow, bearing the profound mysteries of the innate Great Dao of Space, unimaginably wondrous.
This was the contingency left by the Human Ancestor.
The Human Ancestor’s primordial spirit had completely merged with the Jianmu divine tree, and this seed was carefully nurtured by him, drawing upon the essence of that sacred tree.
He foresaw a day when he might perish and laid this contingency before the opening of Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest.
Naturally, a Jianmu divine tree seed alone could not bring the Human Ancestor back to life.
His core strength actually resided in the Xuantian Merit Dao Embryo.
In that battle, besieged by many Immortal Emperors, the Human Ancestor fused his primordial spirit completely with the Xuantian Merit Dao Embryo. After his death, the power of merit transformed into a shower of light, scattering across the world.
Within each tiny shimmer of that luminous rain lay a fragment of the Human Ancestor’s primordial spirit strength.
His primordial spirit had become merit, existing within the world.
Thus, to resurrect the Human Ancestor, every dispersed fragment of the Merit Spirit across the world had to be gathered and infused back into this Jianmu divine tree seed.
Truly a monumental task.
"Your luck hasn’t been half bad, you know," Ye Xu remarked, the corner of his lips quirking slightly.
Back in the Seven-Treasure Mystic Forest, if the Human Ancestor had given Chaos Divine Vine to Nangong Zhandao, even if Nangong Zhandao knew how to resurrect him, it would have been impossible.
Everything seemed predestined, ordained in the unseen.
"What a tiresome task," grumbled Ye Xu, shaking his head with a light sigh.
"Once revived, you owe Heaven’s Secret Pavilion at least a century of work."
Bang!
Ye Xu channeled the full power of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion—an immense and majestic force flooding into Chaos Divine Vine before pouring into that gourd.
Hummm!
The gourd exploded instantly. Empowered by this surge of divine energy, the seed of the Jianmu divine tree triggered countless innate divine patterns to spiral upward.
Infinite spaces unfolded from its core.
Deep within these unfolding realities, barely distinguishable, sat a frail primordial spirit flickering as if a mere breeze might dissolve it—its form almost illusory, sitting in lotus position.
"Return, O spirit!"
With Ye Xu’s vibrant call resonating, Heaven’s Secret Pavilion trembled strongly. A strand of mystical force channeled directly into the seed, igniting the Human Ancestor’s inscribed primordial spirit’s imprint.
Roar!
Then, the primordial spirit of the Human Ancestor gradually solidified into physical substance.
Buzz!
Simultaneously, across every realms beyond, luminous particles—as myriad as fireflies—lifted from lands scattered through countless worlds.
Yet only an exceptionally few could perceive this majestic phenomenon.
"Hmm?"
Inside Purple Star Heavenly Court, the Son of Heaven had his consciousness merged into Heavenly Dao itself—he sensed the unfolding anomaly across every realms the instant it erupted.
"This power originates from Heaven’s Secret Pavilion!"
The Son of Heaven’s gaze instantly locked onto Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Every land beneath the heavens belonged to him.
But only Heaven’s Secret Pavilion was impenetrable even to the Heavenly Dao, filling him with profound fear.
"The aura of merit…"
He gazed upon the endless rain of light, feeling slightly moved.
That was an enormous surge of merit power, converging upon Heaven’s Secret Pavilion from all realms.
In all the vast world, only the recently fallen human ancestor could accumulate such immense merit power.
"Is the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion seeking to revive the human ancestor using this merit power?" The Son of Heaven, keen and insightful, easily discerned Ye Xu’s purpose.
"In the Primordial Era, Nuwa earned immeasurable merit—and ultimately transcended—by mending the heavens to save the world and restore the Heavenly Dao." The Son of Heaven’s eyes flickered thoughtfully. "I wonder if the human ancestor, having saved countless lives and averted catastrophe, can achieve transcendence this time?"
Intense curiosity stirred within him.
He silently observed the changes, offering no interference.
Hualala!
Countless droplets of light streamed in from all realms, majestic as a sweeping river, yet gentle and soundless like rain nourishing the earth in spring.
Fragments of the Merit Spirit entered Heaven’s Secret Pavilion one after another.
Woosh!
The seed of the Jianmu divine tree greedily absorbed the fragments of the Merit Spirit. Its primordial spirit grew increasingly condensed and solidified, gradually taking shape as a tiny embryo.
Ye Xu stood with arms folded across his chest, silently watching the human ancestor’s transformation.
Utilizing Heaven’s Secret Pavilion’s power had left him weary, but its use on the human ancestor was worthwhile.
Things the human ancestor could accomplish were beyond Ye Xu’s reach.
He lacked the human ancestor’s noble generosity and fearless courage.
Fortunately, this task required only guiding the fragments of the Merit Spirit; no summoning was necessary.
After all, his own power could not extend beyond Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Reviving the human ancestor hinged most critically on reactivating his primordial spirit’s imprint.
And this, indeed, Ye Xu could accomplish within Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
Woosh!
The countless droplets of light converged. The outer layer of the Jianmu divine tree’s seed now resembled a fetal membrane, securely enveloping the human ancestor’s primordial spirit.
He was undergoing metamorphosis.
Several days later.
Under Ye Xu’s guidance, all fragments of the Merit Spirit from all realms had gathered within the seed. The celestial phenomena vanished without a trace.
"I wonder how long it will take for him to be born…"
Ye Xu’s gaze pierced the Jianmu divine tree seed, seeing a fetus curled up into a ball.
The human ancestor’s revival was no simple rebirth.
Once born, nurtured by Merit Power, he would likely possess vast divine abilities from birth—untouchable by all magic. Surpassing his previous incarnation was entirely possible.
The process, however, was evidently long.
So Ye Xu wasn’t worried at all.
Once the human ancestor emerged into the world, unless he achieved instant transcendence, he would certainly be put to work for Ye Xu.
"Success or failure?"
Curiosity gleamed in the Son of Heaven’s eyes, yet his power could not pierce Heaven’s Secret Pavilion. The outcome remained unknown to him.
Boom!
Abruptly.
Pangu’s Daoist Temple violently trembled. Nine Towering Divine Pillars unleashed terrifying power, forming a domed barrier that began to slowly seal shut.
"Pangu’s Daoist Temple is closing!"
The Son of Heaven’s gaze sharpened. "This temple has far-reaching implications; I cannot simply stand by."
"Qin Yu, come with me inside to investigate."
"As Your Majesty commands."
The elegantly robed man in white nodded respectfully.
The Purple Star Heavenly Court had ruled the Immortal Realm for over ten million years, but produced only one Immortal Emperor with the Three Yuan Proof: Qin Yu.
Thus, Qin Yu possessed the deepest trust of the Son of Heaven.