Chapter 1948: Reverse Change

Seeing Ren Wang like this, Ye Chen was even more astonished. He had never seen Ren Wang so agitated before; just to chase one person, he was willing to use the soul force of the Ren Huang. This made Ye Chen extremely curious about Lin Xing. What kind of existence could be titled the Zao Hua Shen Wang?

As they spoke, Ren Wang increased his speed even more.

Ye Chen felt awkward. If it came to speed, he wasn't inferior to anyone in the same realm, but Ren Wang was a Zhun Di, and with that level of prowess, Ye Chen couldn't keep up—he was left far behind, unable to catch up.

As the two raced onward, the depths of the starry sky were far from peaceful, as if a great battle was unfolding with significant fluctuations.

Getting closer, they saw that there really was a battle.

The combatants were none other than the bald-headed elder and the purple-shirted youth from earlier.

The two were evenly matched, one standing in the east and the other in the west, bombarding each other with secret techniques. Each collision spread waves of destructive light, shattering the stars inch by inch wherever it passed.

It had to be said, that purple-shirted youth was extraordinarily strong. As merely a Sheng Wang level cultivator, he was holding his own against a Da Sheng, and even subtly gaining the upper hand.

His bloodline was incredibly mysterious, with surging vital energy like rolling rivers and seas. His entire body was enveloped in immortal light, making him resemble a Shen Wang. Behind him, visions manifested and intertwined, while his deep eyes seemed to encompass the heavens and earth, vast and boundless, with profound Dao essences evolving within them.

He faced off against the Da Sheng with complete composure, showing no pressure at all.

In contrast, the bald-headed old man was getting frantic.

As a full-fledged Da Sheng, relying on his superior cultivation, he should have been able to overpower a Sheng Wang, but he couldn't take down his opponent. His attacks seemed futile against the purple-shirted youth, only leaving the starry sky in ruins. After a hundred rounds, his vital energy was more chaotic than his opponent's.

“That's enough messing around—don't go all out like this.”

“Give me back my divine pearl!”

The bald-headed old man's voice was even louder, his face as black as charred coal. The purple-shirted youth's words only fueled his anger, making his attacks even more ferocious and reckless.

“Don't make a fuss; I picked it up.” The purple-haired youth shook his head casually, acting completely unreliable, with a touch of shamelessness. No matter what you said, he wouldn't hand it over. If you want to fight, let's fight—I'm not afraid of you.

Boom! Bang!

The rumbling continued, with even greater waves of energy.

It was fortunate that the nearby ancient stars had no living beings; if there were inhabitants, they would surely suffer greatly.

Meanwhile, Ren Wang had caught up, his divine eyes fixed on the purple-shirted youth, his gaze growing brighter the longer he looked.

Behind him, Ye Chen arrived, panting heavily.

Like Ren Wang, he steadied himself and gazed at the starry sky, ignoring the bald-headed old man and focusing only on the purple-shirted youth. Although his Six Paths Reincarnation Eyes were still sealed, his insight remained sharp. He could tell the youth was extraordinary, mysterious and terrifying, which was why he could suppress a Da Sheng in battle.

“Can you see anything?”

“His origin is quite strange.” Ye Chen furrowed his brow. “I've never encountered this kind of bloodline before.”

“It's the Zao Hua Shen Ti.”

“I've never heard of it.” Ye Chen shook his head.

“This kind of heaven-defying bloodline is rarer than the Huang Gu Sheng Ti and can rival the Hun Dun Zhi Ti.” Ren Wang explained slowly. “The lineage of this bloodline dates back even before Pangu Great Emperor. Legend has it that the Zao Hua Shen Ti bears the destiny of the Great Dao and can reverse transformation to turn calamity into fortune.”

“Reverse transformation of calamity? What does that mean?”

“It's similar to reversing fate.” Ren Wang continued. “His fearsome ability lies in setting things right, turning calamity into fortune, and naturally, he can also turn fortune into calamity. An ancient truth has been passed down: it's better to provoke a Zhun Di than to provoke the Zao Hua, because this bloodline embodies the pinnacle of fortune. It kills without spilling blood, and if you cross the Zao Hua, you won't even know how you die. Imagine, what was meant to be fortune gets altered into calamity—that outcome would be utterly tragic. The stronger the fortune, the more terrifying the calamity, truly deserving of the name 'killing without a trace'.”

“This sounds terrifying—is it invincible?”

“Not quite invincible, but extremely troublesome.” Ren Wang chuckled. “ Reverse transformation of calamity comes with dominant backlash. For the Zao Hua, fortune and calamity coexist. They won't touch this taboo unless absolutely necessary; one misstep could lead to their own demise.”

“I see.” Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief. So it wasn't something that could be altered at will—that was a flaw. Otherwise, not just Zhun Di or Da Sheng, even Great Emperors could be done in.

“Back in the day, I saw him perish with my own eyes. Now that he's alive again, he must have turned calamity into fortune at the brink of death, but at an extremely heavy cost.”

“Turning calamity into fortune and being reborn through reincarnation?”

“That makes sense.” Ren Wang said leisurely. “But not every Zao Hua Shen Ti can reverse calamity into fortune and revive at the point of death—that depends on luck. Lin Xing's luck must have been good; he succeeded in self-reincarnation. However, it's hard for him to return to his peak. If he were the flawless Zao Hua Shen Wang from back then, he could have contended with a Great Emperor. Sadly, that supreme existence, after dying and being reborn, has become incomplete, and even his memories are sealed. Otherwise, he wouldn't fail to recognize me.”

Ye Chen fell silent, but Ren Wang's words struck a chord with him.

It really lived up to the saying: in this vast world, anything is possible. There was actually a bloodline like the Zao Hua Shen Ti that upended the laws, coming with a god-level cheat. It could turn an enemy's fortune into calamity for offense and transform its own calamity into fortune for defense. In a way, it surpassed even bloodline limits.

“Since it's the Zao Hua Shen Ti, it must have the power of fortune. Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu can be saved.” Ye Chen was silent for a moment, and Ren Wang took a deep breath. “Truly, heaven leaves no one without a path.”

“Can the Zao Hua Shen Ti intervene in the calamity?”

“Yes.” Ren Wang replied affirmatively. “As I said earlier, he can set things right and reverse transformation of calamity, turning the calamities of Jiu Jian Xian and Yao Chi Xian Mu back into fortune.”

“That works too?”

“Trust me, it's absolutely reliable.”

“But the problem is, with Lin Xing's memories sealed, how can he reverse it?”

“That's where I come in.” Ren Wang smiled faintly. “He can reverse transformation, and so can I, though I'm lacking the power of fortune. In other words, I can barely do it for him, turning calamity into fortune.”

“Listening to you has completely upended my worldview!” Ye Chen clicked his tongue, glancing again at Lin Xing, who was battling the bald-headed old man. If the Zao Hua Shen Wang and Ren Wang Fu Xi teamed up, it would be an absolutely dominant pair—one could reverse fate, the other reverse transformation of calamity. If their cultivations were sufficient, even the Tian Mo Di would find it awkward.

“The power of fortune—this time, I need to fleece him properly.” Ren Wang rubbed his hands, grinning slyly, his old eyes gleaming mischievously. Clearly, he was plotting something.

“Do you have a way to unlock his sealed memories?” Ye Chen asked. “If the Zao Hua Shen Wang returns, the power of the heavens would increase significantly. If we can bring him to the Da Chu side, that would be ideal.”

“Well...” Ren Wang stroked his beard. “I'm not very confident.”

“Give me back my divine pearl!”

As they spoke, a loud shout rang out.

It was from the bald-headed old man, yelling at the top of his lungs.

In the midst of the fight, Lin Xing had run off again, and the old man was chasing him relentlessly with his large club, determined not to stop until he got his divine pearl back.

Lin Xing, on the other hand, was carefree, his steps elegant and flowing, each one treading on the essence of the Dao. His movement technique was more profound than Tai Xu Shen Xing, and his speed faster than Suo Di Cheng Cun.

Seeing this, Ren Wang stepped forward in a single stride, like a divine ray, landing directly in front of Lin Xing.

Then came a clang. Perhaps because Ren Wang appeared suddenly, or because Lin Xing was running too fast, he collided straight into Ren Wang. A Zhun Di's divine body was harder than steel.

Ren Wang was unfazed, standing firm, but Lin Xing was knocked silly, grimacing in pain as his divine sea buzzed and his head felt like it might explode. He staggered unsteadily.

“Give me back my divine pearl!”

The bald-headed old man caught up and swung his club without a word.

“Get lost.” Ren Wang waved his hand casually, sending him flying. Not to boast, but no one knew how far the bald-headed old man was flung—probably out of the Milky Way galaxy.

Gulp!

Lin Xing, who had just regained his senses, watched the bald-headed old man fly away and swallowed hard. That was a real Da Sheng, yet he was casually swatted away like nothing. It made Lin Xing wonder if it was a fake Da Sheng.

Instinctively, he stepped back, forgetting his pain and warily eyeing Ren Wang. Anyone who could swat away a Da Sheng with one palm had to be a Zhun Di level expert.

“Seeing you again makes me damn happy.” Ren Wang laughed, rubbing his hands as he approached and casually snatched Lin Xing's storage bag, stuffing it into his own pocket.

Then, without any shame, he rummaged through Lin Xing's belongings like a bandit, taking every valuable treasure he found and leaving nothing behind.

Ye Chen watched the scene and couldn't help but smile.

It seemed Ren Wang had truly emerged from the red dust of emotions; his shameless behavior was getting more polished by the day.

Lin Xing's face, however, was pitch black with anger.

You bastard, I worked hard for decades, and you just took it all!

Furious as he was, he stayed completely obedient. Who was he kidding? The guy in front of him was a Zhun Di. If he tried to act up, he might end up flying out of the galaxy too.

“When he was dealing with my calamity back then, he did the same thing.” Ren Wang picked at his teeth.

Ye Chen nearly burst out laughing at that. This was clearly revenge.

He could easily imagine that in some distant past, the Zao Hua Shen Wang and the Ren Huang's remnant soul must have had an untold story, one that shook heaven and earth and moved ghosts and gods.

“Senior is a Zhun Di, so you wouldn't trouble a junior, right?”

“Look what you're saying.” Ren Wang stepped forward and, regardless of whether Lin Xing wanted it or not, draped an arm over his shoulder and walked off, the picture of old buddies.