“Mu Changsheng, who is that?”
Shi Hao was utterly astonished. Another Changsheng? What was the hidden story here? He turned his gaze toward the formidable figure before him—the master of the Five Elements Mountain, Qin Changsheng!
Qin Changsheng, with lips red as cinnabar and teeth white as jade, exuded an astonishing vitality, appearing like a graceful and handsome youth. Compared to his true age, it was truly speechless.
In terms of seniority and bloodline, Shi Hao was actually supposed to honor him as an elder. The two were related by blood, which made Shi Hao’s current emotions rather complicated.
“That is a powerhouse, at the very least a Supreme Being, likely no weaker than Wang Changsheng in cultivation,” Qin Changsheng said.
As he spoke, he gestured with an inviting motion and led Shi Hao to a floating island—a divine isle suffused with spiritual energy, belonging to the Qin Clan.
He was considerate, not taking Shi Hao deep into the Qin Clan’s territory, keeping a considerable distance from the Five Elements Mountain to show he bore no ill intent.
Clearly, he was aware that this young man held a rather unfavorable view of the Qin Clan, even harboring hostility. Hence, he made such a gesture.
On the island, strange rocks were arranged in an orderly fashion, lush with exquisite trees, and thick purple mist—essence of heaven and earth—permeated the air.
Before a grove of purple bamboo, the two halted. There stood stone tables and chairs, and a clever white ape carried a jade tray, offering various spirit fruits and divine wine.
In the sky above, phoenix-like birds soared past, scattering radiant light and auspicious energy.
This place was like a celestial realm—ethereal and vibrant.
“What a splendid place,” Shi Hao praised.
“This is where I often meditate and reflect,” Qin Changsheng said.
“Oh? With the prestige of the Immortal Mountain’s sect master, must you still be so cautious? It seems there are unspoken troubles?” Shi Hao asked, surprised.
“The mysteries of this world are endless, and the bizarre is manifold. There are many things even we cannot comprehend,” Qin Changsheng sighed.
Then, he steered the conversation back to the topic—the Calamity of Changsheng.
Indeed, he considered it a calamity, one that left him perpetually uneasy, vigilant, as if he were guarding against something year-round.
When Shi Hao heard this, he found it unbelievable. He had merely asked out of curiosity why their names were so similar, never expecting it to lead to such revelations.
In the ancient past, Qin Changsheng had been a prodigy—full of vigor and lofty ambitions, earning his reputation early through battle.
Once, he strayed into the Forbidden Zone, lost his way, and narrowly escaped death. Miraculously surviving, he found himself near the Imperial Pass, at the edge of the wasteland.
That was when his fate took a turn.
He remembered stumbling into an ancient region shrouded in immortal mist, pristine and sacred.
Yet, the ground was littered with bloodstains and gory mud—a horrifying sight.
There was a small patch of crimson marsh, bubbling with a liquid as red as blood.
After arriving, Wang Changsheng soon fell unconscious. When he awoke, he found himself inexplicably back in the Three Thousand Provinces, far from the Forbidden Zone.
But from then on, he realized he was different. Upon careful inspection, he discovered an extra bone in his body.
“An Immortal Bone?!” Shi Hao’s gaze sharpened, his heart unsettled.
He thought of Qin Hao, who also had such a bone in his body.
Rumors said the Immortal Mountain possessed an Immortal Bone, obtained from the vast Forbidden Zone. Even after countless years, the bone retained vitality, threaded with blood vessels.
Later, it became known that after prolonged nurturing, the bone had fully revived and was implanted into Qin Hao’s body.
“Correct!” Qin Changsheng nodded.
Shi Hao was startled. Was the truth different from the rumors?
“The bone bore the characters ‘Changsheng,'” Qin Changsheng said.
Originally, that was not his name. But after that mystical experience, he felt blessed by the heavens and thus changed his name to Qin Changsheng.
“It’s laughable—or perhaps terrifying—how I became so bewitched, changing my name without understanding why,” Qin Changsheng mocked himself.
“Renamed because of a bone,” Shi Hao sighed.
Thinking deeper, it was indeed chilling—a bone bearing the name “Changsheng” influencing a powerhouse of the Qin Clan to change his name.
Shi Hao’s expression darkened. The origin of this bone differed from the rumors, and now it was implanted in his younger brother’s body. This was no good news.
“What happened next?” he asked.
“Later, it grew even more terrifying,” Qin Changsheng sighed.
He later found an ancient cave to recuperate and study the bone, but unknowingly slipped into a deep state of enlightenment.
“That’s a good thing,” Shi Hao said.
Qin Changsheng smiled bitterly. “One session of enlightenment lasted a hundred thousand years. When I emerged, the world had changed beyond recognition.”
“What?!” This time, Shi Hao was stunned.
What kind of enlightenment lasted so long? It was unreal!
Even for a Supreme Being, seclusion wouldn’t last a hundred thousand years—a few thousand, perhaps ten thousand at most.
A hundred thousand years—enough for seas to turn to fields. Many people and events had vanished.
Yet Qin Changsheng remained youthful, bursting with vitality, his cultivation soaring, making him one of the top powerhouses in the Three Thousand Provinces.
But upon returning, nearly all those he knew were dead. Only a few peers from his era remained, now leaders of their clans.
“A beloved of mine waited for me for years, only to be forced by her elders to marry another. A hundred thousand years later, even her grave was lost. I could only stand silently in that place,” Qin Changsheng said sorrowfully.
Clearly, this had deeply affected him. Otherwise, given his cultivation, such mortal affairs from so long ago wouldn’t still weigh on him.
Shi Hao could almost picture the scene—a young man, tear-stained, standing alone in a place of memories, sighing in sorrow.
Yet, he quickly found it absurd. This was Qin Changsheng!
In Shi Hao’s perception, Qin Changsheng was a ruthless figure, someone he held in low regard. Who knew he had such a sentimental side?
For even after so many years, regret and sorrow still lingered in Qin Changsheng’s eyes.
Ruthless yet sentimental? That was the only way Shi Hao could describe him.
The next revelation shook Shi Hao to the core—it involved the bloodline of his mother’s lineage.
“I have no descendants. After much searching, I found that lineage and adopted a foster son.”
Hearing this, Shi Hao was stunned. Qin Changsheng’s foster son was a descendant of that beloved. Did that mean Shi Hao and Qin Changsheng shared no blood relation?
“I treated him as my own, and thus the Immortal Mountain lineage was born,” Qin Changsheng sighed.
“What happened next?” Shi Hao pressed.
“My cultivation surged. I didn’t need to cultivate—just having that bone made my Dao progress. But I often felt dazed, occasionally seeing bizarre visions.”
Qin Changsheng described scenes of immortal battles, blood-filled seas, and dark universes—utterly eerie.
Most shocking was when another man sought him out—Mu Changsheng, already a Supreme Being at the time.
Mu Changsheng told him that he, too, had been to that bloody marsh and had seen Qin Changsheng unconscious.
Moreover, Mu Changsheng himself had fallen unconscious. Upon waking, he saw a snow-white infant. Three beings had been there that day.
The infant was pure and crystalline, yet nearby lay keratinous skin and pitch-black nails—terrifying.
Soon, the infant fled, vanishing without a trace.
Mu Changsheng also left that place.
He didn’t gain an extra bone, but a strange blood not his own, which boosted his power, elevating him to Supreme Being status.
In the process, he renamed himself Mu Changsheng.
“Mu Changsheng told me that infant was Wang Changsheng from the Nine Heavens,” Qin Changsheng said.
Shi Hao was astounded. Such origins, such bizarre events—what had happened in that place? What kind of ancient land was it?
“I never reached the Supreme Being realm because I removed that bone,” Qin Changsheng said. After learning the truth, he grew fearful.
“Then why implant it in Qin Hao?!” Shi Hao demanded.
“I meant no harm. Hear me out,” Qin Changsheng sighed.
Later, he implanted the bone into a servant, observing carefully to study its effects.
The servant’s strength grew, but he experienced no enlightenment or strange visions like Qin Changsheng had.
After repeated tests, Qin Changsheng concluded the bone could enhance others’ power but didn’t influence them to change names or the like.
Seeing benefits, he allowed several descendants to use it, elevating them to top-tier experts.
But he never dared implant it again, never truly advancing to the Supreme Being realm.
Shi Hao was surprised. Qin Changsheng had such willpower, resisting temptation to avoid that path.
Most would have fused with the bone, soaring in power.
“Three Changshengs, all from the same place,” Shi Hao murmured. “But wait—the Wang Clan is a Changsheng lineage with its own origins, isn’t it?”
“That’s the terrifying part. That snow-white infant could wield all the Wang Clan’s divine abilities,” Qin Changsheng sighed.
He avoided delving deeper, wary of the implications.
But over the years, he uncovered other secrets.
“Given our kinship, I must warn you—some sects are best left untouched,” Qin Changsheng said gravely.
Even if seeking vengeance, caution was paramount. Some ancient sects were extraordinary.
“Perhaps this, too, could be called the Calamity of Changsheng,” he said.
According to him, the old demon lord of the Demon Sunflower Garden had a sinister origin—a root from the wasteland’s Forbidden Zone, revived after being brought out.
“What?!” Shi Hao gasped.
“Likely a root from a plant not of this era, devoid of past memories, never reaching the Supreme Being realm. But this being is eerie—best avoided.”
The old demon lord, starting as a root, cultivated into a complete Demon Sunflower.
“Also, beware the Western Sect’s golden-bodied cultivator. Rumors say he entered ruins, inheriting part of the Ancient Monk lineage’s legacy, founding the Western Sect. But evidence suggests he may have been born from a remnant relic in ashes.”
Qin Changsheng cautioned him earnestly.
Shi Hao was dumbfounded. The Three Thousand Provinces were far from simple. Were these all part of the Calamity of Changsheng?
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