Chapter 2613: Spring Comes, Awaiting My Sleep

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A mirage woven from observation and knowledge and immortal light unfolded. Xu Huaizhang’s ink-black hair fluttered, two strands at his temples frosted like snow. This volume, "Xiandao Jiuzhang," was passed down from the end of the mythological era, traversing the Xianzhe era that spanned 108,000 years, a true era that flashed like a meteor, and the chaotic years after the destruction of that true era…all the way to today, Daoli Sanjiu Sanling years, the start of a new era.

By a rough calculation, it had already exceeded 30,000 years!

The long river of time, spanning over 30,000 years, crossed the gaze of this immortal master. The immortal intent of observation and knowledge seemed poised to detach from the eyes of this legendary figure, restless and seemingly seeking ascension!

Jiang Wang didn’t hesitate, directly spreading his five fingers, reaching out.

At this moment, his five fingers were like mountains, covering heaven and earth, rapidly expanding within the river of time, seemingly wanting to grasp that piece of heaven and earth, that era. His encounter with Xu Huaizhang was due to both the "Jueqing Jueyu Xueling Gong" and the Yun Ding Xian Gong. Now, both destinies and both causes and effects, he would take them all.

Xu Huaizhang simply stood on the mountain path in that time and space, casting a distant gaze, as if asking—have you decided?

Over 30,000 years of time, connected by a single jade slip. Jiang Wang grasped this end of time, Xu Huaizhang the other shore of time.

Today, it was impossible to experience Xu Huaizhang’s power, but Jiang Wang, standing quietly in his green shirt, was already the extraordinary limit of the new era.

He connected observation and knowledge with observation and knowledge, harmonized immortal light with immortal light, and only said one sentence: "The inheritance of the Immortal Emperor, who else but me? Suppressing demons and refining devils, it is my bounden duty!"

It seemed as if a mountain wind rose. On the other shore of time, Xu Huaizhang seemed to smile and seemed to sigh. The mirage of the Immortal Emperor’s concern thus dispersed into flowing light. But this volume of jade slips, engraved with "Xiandao Jiuzhang," truly fell into Jiang Wang’s hands.

It was indeed jade, glowing with light. The immortal qi was dense, perhaps it was the Dao chapters.

He lifted his hand and unrolled the jade slips.

The entire volume contained 108 jade slips. On the first twelve slips, there were densely packed immortal characters, the characters dancing like immortal beings, ethereal and untouched by dust. They unrolled with the three great immortal technique systems centered around "Lingxiao," "Shanfu," and "Ehuo."

It turned out that the calamity cloud released by Qingyun Pavilion was precisely a corner of this "E’e Xianguang."

Besides these first twelve jade slips, there were also immortal characters on the thirty-seventh, thirty-eighth, and thirty-ninth slips, and then a few strokes on the seventy-fifth slip.

The rest were all surrounded by cloud and mist, their contents not visible.

Jiang Wang only took a rough look and already understood. The so-called "Xiandao Jiuzhang" currently only had the general outline of the Immortal Dao, the "Lingxiao Chapter."

The contents of the other ninety-six slips likely needed to be sought from other immortal palaces.

How the inheritance of Yun Ding Xian Gong should have been completely obtained, Jiang Wang did not know. He once thought that there would never be a complete inheritance.

After all, loss is the inevitability of history, and extinction is the inertia of time. The entire Xian Gong era was shattered, what else could one hope for?

In that howling river of time, were not only immortal beings buried?

And after he obtained Yun Ding Xian Gong, apart from a perfectly executed "Ta Qingyun," he indeed obtained nothing else. Nor did he find anything else related to Yun Ding Xian Gong.

Being able to obtain the inheritance was fundamentally bypassing everything, directly in the past time and space, meeting the immortal master Xu Huaizhang.

If this was the only path to inheritance, truly not many people could take it.

Looking at it now, if the inheritance of Yun Ding Xian Gong was to be truly complete, it had to first obtain the support of the other eight great immortal palaces—without providing any power inheritance itself, this was simply a pipe dream. It should be said that the initial inheritance plan was for a heaven-gifted talent to collect the inheritances of the nine great immortal palaces one by one, integrating all kinds of immortal Dao into one body, thus reproducing the nobility of the Immortal Emperor.

But the will of immortal beings cannot determine the future. These inheritances were ultimately washed by time into seventy or eighty scattered fragments.

Among the 108 slips of "Xiandao Jiuzhang," slips one to twelve were the Lingxiao Chapter. Slips thirty-seven to forty-eight were the Wanxian Chapter, and slips seventy-three to eighty-four belonged to the Ruyi Chapter.

Jiang Wang had some insights into the Wanxian Technique and some exploration into the Ruyi Xianguang, hence he could awaken some immortal characters.

After feeling it slightly, he rolled up "Xiandao Jiuzhang," placed it in the hands of Xianlong, and said, "Hard work, fellow immortal!"

Xianlong smiled leisurely: "How many years have passed in the pavilion now? In one dream, how do you know year after year? The immortal person beats the drum, Jade Mountain is old, I say spring has come, wait for me to sleep!"

Holding this immortal chapter in one hand and the back of Baiyun Feitong’s neck in the other, his sleeves fluttering, he walked towards the pavilion. One step a blue cloud came, one step a black cloud gathered. In just a few steps, he seemed to have stepped out ten thousand li. That indescribably noble immortal gate then slowly closed behind him.

The changes in the entire Yun Ding Xian Gong were still slowly occurring. From the most complete self-repair after the Luo Xian Lin, it would begin from today. And all of this would become Xianlong’s cultivation resources.

This cultivation of the Immortal Dao would not form a Dharma Body and would not end seclusion.

It was also through this kind of death seclusion to isolate the interference of Qichou. Even if the heaven’s will was like a knife, if it could not chop dead the one named Jiang Wang, it would not fall into this Lingxiao Pavilion.

This would inevitably cause Qichou’s vigilance, but the Qingqiong Shenzun had already gone up and stabbed a knife... Qichou was also not afraid of being a bit more vigilant.

He needed the inheritance of the Immortal Dao to see exactly what Qichou feared and what it concealed.

As a Dao cultivator derived after the new start of the Daoli, he also wanted to stand at the absolute peak of the current era, to examine the extinct era, and explore the peak of that moment. This was a long-term cultivation plan.

Stones from other mountains can attack jade. Jade from other mountains can sound chime stones.

"Mu Venerable!" Jiang Wang returned to Xingyue Ping and immediately offered a treasure: "Look what I brought back?"

After leaving Zheng Guo, he first returned to Yun Guo to report his safety. He also sent the "Yun" character left by Ye Lingxiao back to Ye Qingyu, pondering with her for a long time on the feasibility of the "Yun Dao Xian Ti"—

As the daughter of Ye Lingxiao and Lüqiu Chaolu, Ye Qingyu inherited her parents’ talent in cultivation aspects, but not too much talent in combat. If she wanted to contend in combat, she could only walk the path of suppressing others with great momentum. The wealth god left to her by Ye Lingxiao was precisely in this direction.

Her choice of Yun Yin was also like this, ever-changing, almost able to cultivate to the general outline of the seal script. Ruyi Xianguang also matched Yun Yin very well.

If she could cultivate to an immortal body on this basis, the immortal techniques that would cover the sky and earth in the future ought to be a magnificent sight.

Jiang Zhenjun calculated the time to return to Baiyu Jing.

The Shen Guan had already announced that the Great High Priest Tu Hu and Su Prince Helian Liangguo had jointly come to the Baiyu Jing tavern, pulling a carriage with nine Heavenly Horses, with the Cangtu Shenqi clearing the way, to welcome Helian Yuyun back to their country. The grand ceremony of ascending to world observation rituals would be held soon.

Mu Fuyao had completely treated itself as "one of us" in an extremely short time. Its speech and actions all had quite a bit of self-awareness of being an old Baiyu Jing resident. While drinking tea, it said, "Hey! East Owner! It’s good that you’re back, why bother bringing gifts? This is not good at all—"

It took over the Sanmei Zhenlu, the corner of its eye twitching: "Can anything be brought home?"

With its cultivation, it felt this furnace was a bit hot to handle.

The heat, of course, wasn’t fire, but a wisp of god intent inside the furnace—the god intent of Cangtu Shen!

Jiang Wang sat down and took a sip of tea: "If there was a problem, the Qingqiong Shenzun wouldn’t have let me take it away."

"Qingqiong Shenzun..." Mu Fuyao opened its mouth, with some envy and some admiration, finally saying, "You’re right."

If It could reach the step of the Qingqiong Shenzun, the god Dao would not have been for naught. After so many years of seeking fortune and avoiding disaster, now betting heavily, it could be considered getting what one wished.

But... it was so difficult.

"How about it, can you peel out something?" Jiang Wang asked.

Cangtu Shen had completely died. This was only a wisp of remnant intent, perhaps still retaining some memory fragments. Seizing the instant when Helian Qingtong tore apart her god body, Jiang Wang had painstakingly decomposed it from the god body. He had originally thought that if it was impossible, he would use ultimate emotion and extreme desire to fill this remnant intent, to see if he could push out a demon god to contend for the position with Cangtu Shen.

This was, of course, just a hypothesis. But after the dust settled, this wisp of remnant intent became a harvest. He cherished it and brought it back, wanting to see if he could understand Cangtu Shen’s god Dao, and also counting it as a great gift to Mu Fuyao—

Mu Fuyao guarded the god for Ye Qingyu. He always thought about how to return this favor. The feeling of being in debt was really not good.

"Really call me peel?" Mu Fuyao looked at this young East Owner, unsettled for a while. It suddenly remembered that it had once been too bored and actually researched some culinary skills, taking charge of the kitchen in the Baiyu Jing tavern didn’t seem bad either. It also didn’t know if everyone was used to Netherworld cuisine...

Jiang Wang waved his hand: "Is there anyone else in this room?"

Mu Fuyao put its attention back to the Sanmei Zhenlu, habitually reinforcing the furnace body, then carefully setting up the eternal night god prohibition. Then it lifted the furnace lid, lifting a finger to guide—

A wisp of green smoke then flew out.

The smoke swelled upon seeing the wind and blazed upon seeing light. At an evil moment, it manifested an evil form, like a green-faced ghost, baring its teeth and claws: "Kneel at my god seat, respectfully chant my god name, obtain god’s grace and protection, long fortune and eternal joy! Come, come, come! Enter my throat! Enjoy longevity!"

Splash!

Pitch-black night chains suddenly pierced it, binding the green-faced ghost’s five parts, and suddenly stretched straight, hanging in the exact center of the night compass.

At this moment, beneath the compass was the Sanmei Zhenlu, with faint flames still burning.

If the true Cangtu Shen was here, Mu Fuyao naturally wouldn’t dare to act recklessly. But merely a wisp of remnant intent, even if it was a god descended in a terrible state, what waves could it stir up in front of someone who had once eternally proved in the Netherworld?

Of course, if this wisp of remnant intent could be given a little time, allowing it to retrieve more of Cangtu Shen’s knowledge, relying on transcendental and immeasurable means, it was not without the possibility of re-proving in the human world.

"Tu Shen Lord?" Mu Fuyao’s ink pupils were deep, and the eternal vortex quietly turned within them.

In its eyes, there was no one wrong version!

The night chains retreated like spirit snakes into the grass, leaving only obscure ripples.

The compass turned horizontally, face up, like a food basin placed on the god furnace.

That green-faced ghost suddenly knelt on the compass!

Now, it wanted to eat the god.

Mu Fuyao’s face, in its eyes, instantly covered the sky and earth. The world it saw was already eternally dark and eternally sinking.

It seemed after a long slumber, the green-faced ghost woke up muddled, suddenly its head aching as if it would crack!

Tu Shen... Tu Shen!

"I’m not that horse!"

It hugged its head, trembling and saying: "I am... the stable hand of the Shenguo!"

"At first, I was just a little Yin Shen, because I served Tu Shen Lord diligently, then I received the rewarded god law, slowly cultivating to a true god. I saw Tu Shen Lord galloping through the time gap. I saw the Yongheng Tianguo already sunken into the sea of heaven. I saw the entire present world, all under the blue sky—I felt glorious!!!"

"All heavens and myriad realms, all respectfully chant the god name. I supported, I worshipped. But one night, one night... The moment Yongheng Tianguo was destroyed, it sucked dry everything, the god statues collapsed one by one! I don’t know why I didn’t die."

It slowly lifted its head, its dishevelled hair spreading like mist, its pupils emitting a deep light: "I’m hungry, I’m too hungry."

"Tu Shen Lord just lay in front of me. It called me as before, called me to help It up, called me to give It some wound medicine, swallow some pills. It still wanted to continue fighting... I! Bit through Its throat, drank Its god blood, chewed Its bones to pieces, ate It clean."

"I’m too hungry—Tanlang Shen Lord, Tianying Shen Lord, Baiyi Shen Lord... I respect Them very much, but I’m too hungry!"

The green-faced ghost shouted in pain, then sobbed fearfully: "I can’t stop, if I stop I will disappear... Wuwuwu, wuwuwu... I’m hungry, am I a god, or a ghost? Is my existence luck or sin? I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t—"

Mu Fuyao lifted a finger and pointed at its brow center, stopping its cries, and turned to Jiang Wang, saying: "This wisp of remnant intent doesn’t carry too much. If it cries again, there will be no way to ask other questions."

Jiang Wang nodded to indicate he understood.

He always understood the importance of respecting professionals. All questions concerning the god Dao should definitely be based on Mu Fuyao’s opinion.

"Only this bit of emotion is clear... It only has enough to answer one key question now, and it can’t guarantee a complete answer. If it opens its mouth, it will dissipate." Mu Fuyao discussed: "Should I ask about the destruction of Yongheng Tianguo, or about its god Dao?"

Jiang Wang thought for a moment: "History is a historian’s cultivation. Of course, ask about things that are beneficial to Venerable."

Knowledge was also the cultivation of Sanmei Zhenhuo!

Mu Fuyao looked at the brilliant and bright three-color flames, not speaking. Its finger hung quietly there, and that wisp of remnant intent, which had turned into a green-faced ghost, then turned into points of ink color, swallowed into the night.

"The god Dao of Cangqiong Shen Lord has the power to encompass everything," Mu Fuyao pondered and said, "Cangtu Shen took its fur and saw the swallowing. This path is mixed and impure, chaotic and disordered. The further back one goes, the more it becomes a drag. It should not be able to approach eternity, yet It can transcend and eternally prove... This is truly a very fearful god spirit. If It hadn’t walked the wrong path at first, who knows what height It would have reached now."

The more one understood the god Dao, the more one could understand the fearful aspect of Cangtu Shen. With its qualification as only a stable hand in the heavenly kingdom initially, it could still cultivate to a true god, swallow god lords, and eternally prove along the way. This cannot be explained by coincidence. Without great wisdom, great courage, and great perseverance, one cannot reach heaven through a narrow path.

Jiang Wang, of course, did not have any contempt for Cangtu Shen because he participated in the god-seizing war. On the contrary, his heart was empathetic: "In fact, if it weren’t for the Qingqiong Shenzun succeeding in seizing the god, Cangtu Shen would have already remedied its initial regret. Its power at that time was truly unimaginable."

"Using some means to extend the life of this wisp of remnant intent, counting as squeezing it to the limit..." Mu Fuyao flipped its hand, rolling the night color into a book and handing it over: "You’ve got half a volume of 'Tun Tian Shen Dian'. East Owner, take a look and understand it slightly. Absolutely do not learn it."

Cangtu Shen began to walk the wrong path, always wrong until becoming a Yang Shen. The Dao was achieved without regret. In the end, it relied on the era’s flood and the hegemonic country system to complete its eternal proof. Such a path was naturally not a good choice for the promising Jiang Zhenjun.

But Jiang Wang took it and read it carefully. Although he would not walk it, he wanted to know its height.

He wanted to look at that mountain in this mountain, and look at the absolute peak at the absolute peak. The immortal Dao counted, the god Dao also counted. And the only sword Dao left by the predecessor was also the absolute peak of the flying sword.

"Knowledge" is a ladder. There are thousands of historical peaks. The more one looks, the closer one gets to the supreme.

At a certain moment, he suddenly became aware: "What time is it now?"

Mu Fuyao’s pupils became even more profound. Jiang Wang was comprehending time, and It was not idle either. Although it only saw a glimpse of Cangtu Shen, It could also infer and greatly benefit from it. Hearing the words, It only smiled: "It hasn’t been long... Today is the grassland’s new monarch’s grand ceremony."

In Its eyes, only a wisp of light breeze passed by, and the figure of East Owner Jiang was no longer visible.

The residual warmth of the Sanmei Zhenhuo was still there, subtle and imperceptible threads of sword qi wandered in the air, and some points of god intent were mixed with immortal light.

In the blink of an eye, a month and a half had passed. The East Owner was truly diligent in cultivation.

This kind of era protagonist, a world-class prodigy, who had not encountered any roadblocks and was constantly advancing, still did not feel the years were boring and never thought about "passing time." Perhaps only at the step of transcendence, he would inevitably stop, and before the day-after-day stagnation, his spirit would wear down.

Constantly rallying and constantly wearing down... repeating this bitter process.

Mu Fuyao patted its forehead, remembering that it had forgotten to discuss the head chef’s salary.

Although with the East Owner’s degree of "frugality," this money would not be too much, but it could not be left unasked.

Money was the mortal realm qi, money was the incense and sentiment of the Baiyu Jing tavern.

More money meant more fortune.

It thought for a moment, gathered several Dao techniques related to misfortune, and then gathered several Netherworld sword decisions, went downstairs to find Shopkeeper Bai.