Chapter 611: The Passage of Time, a Farewell

Time is merciless.

For cultivators, time tempers them, allowing them to glimpse deeper into the mysteries of the universe’s laws, to comprehend stronger paths, and to grow ever more powerful. Yet, if they fail to transcend, the passage of time also brings them closer to death!

“Jing Qiu.” Dongbo Xueying gazed at the slender figure in light blue robes standing by the lake in the distance.

Though her back was turned to him, Dongbo Xueying could still see the tears in his wife’s eyes.

“Xueying.” Yu Jingqiu’s tears vanished in an instant as she turned her head, forcing a faint smile for her husband.

“Tomorrow, your father will merely be reincarnated. Didn’t you also awaken after your own reincarnation? Perhaps it will be the same for him. Who knows—this new life might even change his state of mind and lead him to transcendence.” Dongbo Xueying comforted her.

“I know, but the chances of a successful reincarnation are still so slim.” Yu Jingqiu stared at the lake, her eyes reddening. “I was Father’s first daughter. He treasured me, watching over me every moment, never even trusting the servants. I remember clearly how he used to sit beside me, lulling me to sleep, feeding me, teaching me swordsmanship…”

“Even when he grew old, nearing death, he fought for me at the Heartlake Island and even secured a True Divine Artifact.”

“Every time I see that artifact, I think of him.”

“In this world, there are very few who truly love me enough to risk their lives for me.” Yu Jingqiu looked at Dongbo Xueying. “Aside from you, Xueying, perhaps only my father remains. And now, he’s choosing reincarnation.”

Dongbo Xueying grasped his wife’s hand. “You are a cultivator too. You should understand—we have already gained so much, and so has your father. We must learn to be content.”

“Yes, I know all that.” Though Yu Jingqiu spoke the words, her emotions remained heavy.

—

The next day.

One by one, they arrived—Mo Xue’s daughters and sons-in-law, close friends, and even grandchildren.

“Father.”

“Father.”

“Grandfather.”

“Ancestor.”

Dongbo Yu and Dongbo Qingyao had also come.

Dongbo Yu had grown even more reserved over time. Beside him stood a beautiful woman in purple robes, and behind them trailed a group of youths, some of whom were already calling Dongbo Xueying “Ancestor.”

Dongbo Xueying couldn’t help but smile. He had never expected that after his son’s emotional setback and subsequent travels, he would remain stuck at a bottleneck, unable to break through. Yet, after 120,000 years, he met this woman—Wanhe Palace Mistress, a First Heaven God. After marrying her, Dongbo Yu’s strength surged unexpectedly.

In a single day, he comprehended two First Heaven Divine Hearts—the “Polaris Divine Heart” and the “Chaos Divine Heart”—becoming a Second Heaven God, surpassing even his sister Dongbo Qingyao in cultivation speed!

Dongbo Xueying was astonished.

Though his son had been at the bottleneck for both Divine Hearts, no one expected him to break through in both in a single day.

Later, Dongbo Yu and Wanhe Palace Mistress had children, and then grandchildren, and so on… Now, after 510,000 years since Dongbo Xueying established his estate, his descendants had finally grown numerous.

“Hahaha, Qingyao, don’t let your little brother outshine you under Huocheng’s tutelage,” Dongbo Xueying teased his daughter.

“Humph, don’t worry. His sudden breakthrough was all thanks to Wanhe. As his elder sister, I’ll surpass him soon enough,” Dongbo Qingyao retorted, standing beside the purple-robed woman.

Dongbo Yu remained reserved, but old habits die hard. He couldn’t resist adding, “You’ll only surpass me if you find a man to help your cultivation.”

“Wanhe, you really should discipline your husband. Look at him, daring to mock his sister’s weakness!” Dongbo Qingyao huffed.

Wanhe Palace Mistress merely smiled, choosing not to intervene.

When she first met Dongbo Yu during her travels through the Divine Realm, she had even concealed her identity as a God. Only later, when they revealed their true selves, did she realize just how terrifying her husband’s background was.

“Xueying.”

“Changfeng.” Dongbo Xueying spotted Chi Qiu Bai and his wife approaching.

“You made it back?” Dongbo Xueying smiled.

“Senior Mo Xue once guided me. How could I not return?” Chi Qiu Bai replied.

Chi Qiu Bai had always been extraordinarily talented. Even when his soul was split and he lacked a powerful master, he had comprehended a Second Heaven True Intent. After enduring horrific torment in the Dark Abyss—where even stronger souls were devoured by the Howling Fiend Cult Master’s “Bloodfiend Tome”—he had emerged as one of the Nine Great Wills.

That suffering had tempered him greatly.

Once reunited with his beloved, Chi Qiu Bai’s strength skyrocketed. He swiftly ascended to Godhood with a Second Heaven Divine Heart, then evolved further, becoming a God in just 80,000 years after his resurrection. In 350,000 years, he reached the Second Heaven God realm.

Though he couldn’t compare to Dongbo Xueying and was slightly weaker than some First Heaven True Intent cultivators, his achievements were still remarkable. The “Venerable Baxiong” had even sought him out as a disciple, with Dongbo Xueying’s encouragement. Chi Qiu Bai accepted without hesitation, becoming Baxiong’s personal disciple.

The Venerable was overjoyed, declaring, “Changfeng, cultivate well. If you need treasures or secret arts, just ask.”

Dongbo Xueying was delighted.

After enduring countless trials, Chi Qiu Bai was finally shining. Whether he could reach the Fourth Heaven—let alone transcend—remained uncertain.

—

Guests continued to arrive, all connected to Mo Xue in some way—old subordinates, friends, and allies. Soon, hundreds had gathered.

Finally, Mo Xue stepped forward, clad in his thick black robes, his white hair and beard immaculate.

Gazing at the crowd gathered to bid him farewell, Mo Xue smiled broadly. “Friends!”

Silence fell as all eyes turned to him.

“Thank you all for coming,” Mo Xue said. “In this life, I rose from obscurity, fighting and killing my way to the top, even establishing a kingdom in the Divine Realm. All seven of my daughters have become Gods!”

Yu Jingqiu, the Seventh Plum Rain, and the others watched their father with pride.

Though he hadn’t doted on the younger daughters as much as the eldest, Mo Xue had still devoted himself to their training—otherwise, none would have reached Godhood.

“I’ve experienced much and gained much. I have no regrets,” Mo Xue declared. “But in the river of time, those who fail to transcend must eventually face the collapse of their Divine Heart. I’ve lived long enough. It’s time to go. And if I must go, I’ll take one last gamble—reincarnation.”

“Enough words. Farewell.”

Mo Xue’s body began to glow, disintegrating into light.

His Divine Heart shattered alongside it.

Yu Jingqiu’s grip on Dongbo Xueying’s hand tightened, her body trembling slightly.

Dongbo Xueying watched silently. Even after studying the “Bloodfiend Tome,” his father-in-law had been unable to prevent this. Reincarnation was his only hope—a slim one.

“Hum.”

The last flicker of Mo Xue’s Divine Heart vanished.

Dongbo Xueying faintly sensed the vast cosmic laws carrying that spark away. Mo Xue had been reborn, perhaps already nestled in some mother’s womb.

“Good luck,” Dongbo Xueying murmured.

—

Such was the way of cultivators. To walk further, they must face greater tribulations. Only by overcoming them can they gain more.

Nothing great is ever achieved without struggle.

A thousand years passed, then two, then three… ten thousand. No news of Mo Xue’s reincarnation ever came. Dongbo Xueying and the others understood—he had failed.

As a Fourth Heaven God, Yu Jingqiu had endured life and death before. With Dongbo Xueying by her side, she accepted this loss.

Time flowed on. Now, 690,000 years had passed since Dongbo Xueying established his estate—180,000 since Mo Xue’s reincarnation.

“Dongbo Xueying, the Solar Star Core Stone has been refined.” A voice echoed through the threads of karma, reaching Dongbo Xueying as he meditated, seeking transcendence.