The ancient Fusang tree bathed in golden sunlight seemed ready to rise with the sun at any moment, exquisitely resplendent. Fang Huayin stood at the highest peak of Tianyi Island, gazing at the ancient divine relic that was now impossible to approach.
“Miss Fang, all the items have been successfully refined,” Fan Lishuang said with a beaming smile from behind and to the side.
The refining techniques of the Jinwu Sect were exceptional, and with surplus materials remaining, they profited handsomely, hence their wide smiles that refused to fade. More importantly, through this collaboration, they had successfully connected with the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain and shown goodwill to Su Meng, the “Yuanhuang,” a potential top expert in the current world. This benefit was priceless!
Fang Huayin gently touched her Ji Zi Ring and turned to bow. “Thank you, Sect Leader Fan.”
She had already made plans to directly invoke the imprint of her master within the “Trinity Ming King Wheel,” requesting him to intervene remotely and pull her back to the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain. After all, her assigned task was complete, and to avoid delaying her master’s affairs, it was best to seek his guidance. If her master did not intervene, it would imply he didn’t mind the refined items and wanted her to undergo further trials.
Just as Fan Lishuang was about to respond courteously, he suddenly sensed an immense, majestic, solemn, and sacred presence descending from the high void. It permeated the surroundings and shook his very soul, making him feel as though he stood before the ruler of this world—a supreme master silently gazing upon the river of time.
“Yuanhuang” Su Meng?
His thoughts seemed to freeze. He saw a flash of dark light, and Fang Huayin vanished without a trace. Then the aura dissipated, leaving no residue, as though everything had been a dream.
Remote intervention?
It was not merely a projection of power through an artifact; it was as if he had pulled someone back from the ends of the earth, just as legends described.
The Jinwu Sect, an ancient great sect, had suffered decline but not loss of its scriptures. Fan Lishuang’s knowledge was quite profound, yet the more profound it was, the more he was stunned into silence by such divine and strange phenomena.
Within the high-altitude clouds of the Jinwu Sect, a woman in a white dress gazed deeply at the transformation before finally speaking to the nearby Lampbearer Divine Envoy: “That move of ‘Yuanhuang’ is truly unpredictable.”
Her smile carried a hint of helplessness. She was the current Da Luo Holy Maiden, who had received news from the “Dharma King” and come here to intercept.
“Remote intervention is a feature of legendary experts. No wonder he is the ‘Cause of All Effects,'” the Lampbearer Divine Envoy, now promoted from Master to Grand Master, sighed. “Now the righteous path is strong, and Su Meng is rising rapidly, while the left path is declining. Except for the Demon Sage, we are worse off than before. In the layout within the Real World, we have already lost the initiative.”
The current “Da Luo Holy Maiden” resumed her smiling expression, glancing at the Lampbearer Divine Envoy: “Our Luo Sect has never admitted to being a left path sect. What has the decline of the left path to do with us? We can also ally with parts of the righteous path, as long as there is sufficient benefit. There are no eternal enemies in this world.”
“Moreover, in another ten years, the true divine envoys who once followed the Old Mother will gradually awaken and descend into the world.”
“They will awaken again? Aren’t you afraid of the erosion of the river of time?” the Lampbearer Divine Envoy exclaimed in shock.
Luo Sect techniques were always mysterious, evolving from the Infinite and Void Seals, yet integrating postnatal incense-offering power. Thus, while cultivating martial arts, one could draw upon the corresponding divine power, possessing many supernatural abilities and being particularly formidable. For example, the Twelve Divine Envoys initially could not know whether they would become divine envoys or which titles they would receive. Therefore, aside from the Holy Maiden, who required special cultivation, everyone focused their training according to the scriptures, forming different Dharma appearances without regrets at the mysterious pass. Once they obtained a divine envoy title, they would receive a slight divine power infusion, transforming their Dharma appearances to match the corresponding envoy. If they later became sect leaders, they could directly borrow the Old Mother’s divine power to change their Dharma body forms, no longer constrained by the previous envoy’s power.
Thus, the Lampbearer Divine Envoy had some understanding of the original “True Lampbearer Divine Envoy” who followed the Old Mother and knew of his terrifying power, hence his shock at the news that he would awaken in ten years.
Was the great calamity about to enter its fiercest phase?
The current “Da Luo Holy Maiden” shook her head: “Of course we are afraid. Even in ten years, it won’t be the correct time for their return. They will still suffer from the erosion of time and cannot maintain their peak condition. But what matters is seizing the initiative, which is enough to sweep across the current world. After all, the final outcome mainly depends on the Old Mother. She just needs to remain at her peak. There’s no need for the divine envoys to do so.”
“Then why not return now?” the Lampbearer Divine Envoy asked in confusion.
“Now has already begun, but they are not on the other shore. Though sleeping in chaos is protected by the Old Mother’s power, they are also somewhat tainted. Awakening is a relatively slow process, and the earliest they can descend into the world is ten years from now,” the current “Da Luo Holy Maiden” explained.
The Lampbearer Divine Envoy inhaled deeply, devoutly reciting: “Pity the people of this world, for a god shall descend from heaven. The Old Mother, the Pure Void, our true home.”
…
Fang Huayin’s vision darkened, filled with profound depths, as if she were traversing a tunnel of time, witnessing scenes from her past lives. Then, bright white and black lights emerged, illuminating the darkness and dissolving its depth.
Her head spun dizzily, and she vaguely saw a pair of black and white yin-yang fish intertwined, forming a sphere that condensed into a single point, radiating alternating black and white light. Each ray further divided into countless smaller beams, the black and white hues constantly shifting, infinitely expanding, perpetually growing.
Immediately afterward, Fang Huayin felt the items she had refined within her Ji Zi Ring flying out one by one, merging into this seemingly singular yet spherical mass of black and white light. It gradually became tangible, gaining a sense of texture, as if bridging the realms of illusion and reality, delving deeply into both. Looking at it, she felt as though she were seeing the world of causality, the domain of the mind, the secret realm of the spirit, the universe of dreams, and the miniature reflections of all living beings across the Real World, corresponding star seas, and countless universes.
Boom!
Fang Huayin seemed to sense the wrath of the heavens, her entire body trembling. Then her senses plunged into chaos, vaguely witnessing the descent of heavenly punishment, seeing flashes of lightning and sparks, and watching the black and white light condense into a sphere that embodied both the virtual and the real.
All became still, leaving only the final image floating before her eyes:
A head-sized black and white light sphere floated in a quiet chamber, embodying both the virtual and the real, radiating countless beams of light, alternating between black and white, flowing into the void. Her master sat atop a cloud bed, his green robe wrinkled, his face pale, his temples streaked with gray, clearly exhausted, but his eyes brimming with joy.
A sudden wave of understanding washed over Fang Huayin, and she hurriedly bowed deeply: “Congratulations, Master! Congratulations!”
…
Night Emperor’s magnificent warship sailed silently through the Yunhai Non-Imaginable Realm, the cabin silent and serene.
Yunyue, Liushang, and other concubines were wide-eyed, watching the Night Emperor fiddle with the artifact delivered from the Jinwu Sect.
It was a metal plate about the size of a palm, exuding a sense of texture with a smooth, dreamlike beauty. Its surface was covered with strange patterns, embedded with various numbers and peculiar buttons, quite eerie. The Night Emperor’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he examined it with interest, smiling: “So this is the thing Su Meng had the Jinwu Sect forge?”
“This is one of the relatively simpler artifacts; the others required joint forging and couldn’t have all details recorded,” Yunyue blinked her eyes, guessing the function of this small ornament. “My Lord, what can it do?”
“Simple functions like light screens, hmm, seems to connect to something infinitely distant…” Huo Lishang eagerly extended his divine consciousness, carefully analyzing the item in his hand, then cautiously activated it.
Zizi!
A strange sound emerged, light flared up, forming a hazy water screen. A voice without emotion appeared:
“This is the Multiverse Awareness Test Center.”
“Your feedback will be saved and considered for changes. Note: You only have the right to provide feedback, not to chatter endlessly. If dissatisfied, please choose ‘Exit’ directly.”
“Beep! Warning, warning, illegal connection, unverified device!”
“Countdown begins, three, two, one…”
Boom!
The metal plate in the Night Emperor’s hand suddenly exploded, sending up a mushroom cloud and triggering the ship’s anti-magic wards, leaving the cabin in disarray, filled with broken objects and burn marks.
Although Huo Lishang timely activated the “Great Night” to protect himself and the concubines, they still ended up soot-covered, faces blackened, and extremely disheveled.
He and the four concubines, all five pairs of eyes dazed, stared blankly at the charred skin on their palms, with only one thought echoing in their minds:
What the hell is this thing?
……
Plume Manor, thatched cottage on the back hill.
“This is the ‘All-Worlds Knowledge Token’ sent by Su Meng.” Ye Yuqi handed the brocade box to Senior Lu, her usually calm and reserved demeanor betraying a hint of curiosity, as Meng Qi had mentioned this item many times before—finally, she could see it in person.
Mr. Lu Da opened the brocade box and saw a silver-white metal sheet, complete with intricate patterns and buttons, exuding a strange beauty unlike anything in this world. Beside it was an attached letter detailing the instructions for use.
Mr. Lu Da carefully finished reading the letter before pressing the button. A light screen rose before his eyes, revealing Meng Qi’s image.
“Senior Lu, have you gotten used to it?” Meng Qi asked with a smile.
“Not bad,” Mr. Lu Da nodded in agreement.
Though separated by thousands of miles, they seemed as close as if standing face to face, conversing without restraint—a sight that made the “Frost Fairy” gaze at them with flickering eyes.
“Senior, please wait a moment,” Meng Qi said as he pointed his finger. Light and shadows rippled, and in an instant, the luminous screen split into two halves. On the right was the image of the speaker, while the left displayed a virtual hall. Within it were miniature figures of Su Wuming and others, and above the hall, ancient seal script characters were inscribed with the phrase, “The true path in the mortal world is ever-changing.”
“This is the gathering place for our True Path Dharma Body discussions. As long as the topics don’t involve legendary figures or above, everyone can speak freely here. Even if you’re in another world or distant land, as long as it’s not special realms like the Immortal World or the Nine Nether, you can use this to communicate without fear of eavesdropping.” Meng Qi’s flickering image appeared on the right side, speaking with evident pride.
Mr. Lu Da looked around and saw that each figure had a name floating above their heads, such as “The Divine Sword from Beyond the Heavens—Su Wuming,” “The Mad Swordsman—He Qi,” “The Demon Emperor—Qi Zhengyan”… Uh, the Demon Emperor…
Just as he froze in shock, he saw Qi Zhengyan’s figure vanish. Meng Qi let out an awkward chuckle and said, “It’s still in the testing phase, just some false illusions.”
Mr. Lu Da smiled and shook his head without exposing the truth. Then, he met Gao Lan’s calm gaze, which was brimming with fighting spirit. Above Gao Lan’s head was the title “Living Human Emperor,” not “Mad Emperor.”
Meng Qi coughed twice to draw attention and continued, “Moreover, when one party is in trouble, they can use the ‘All-World Communication Talisman’ to summon reinforcements from me. This allows us to concentrate our forces instantly and eliminate the enemy.”
It’s like when you go to Wuzhuang Temple on your own. If you encounter a powerful demonic deity and can’t defeat it immediately, you can quickly contact righteous Dharma bodies, ask who’s online and available, and then have them descend remotely to join forces—it’s practically cheating.
Crafting the “Omniversal Knowledge Orb” isn’t just for fun—it’s key to leaving legends across all realms, advancing further, and amplifying the benefits of the “Cause of All Effects” to their current limits.
“With this, we no longer have to worry about the righteous path being scattered and easily targeted individually.” The figures of He Qi and Yun He flickered as they simultaneously expressed similar sentiments.
Meng Qi continued, “This is the complete ‘Omniverse Communication Talisman,’ along with a simplified version for disciples of various sects to use. For now, it only allows one-to-one communication. Each talisman corresponds to a unique code linked to the user’s aura, forming a special imprint. By exchanging imprints or using the codes, they can contact each other. From now on, there will be no need to constantly worry about them wandering the martial world.”
In the virtual hall of “The Right Path in the World Is Full of Vicissitudes,” he explained the basic applications of the All-World Knowledge Orb one by one.
…
At the Huamei Villa, Yang Feiye was excitedly fiddling with the “Multiverse Awareness Talisman” in his hands, projecting a light screen and selecting a previously exchanged imprint.
An image appeared, and Yang Feiye exclaimed in a low voice, “Senior Brother, it’s really you!”
It was indeed his senior brother, Wan Ning.
Wan Ning also smiled: “Yes, this thing is really interesting. In the future, no matter how far apart we are, we can always find you for a chat.”
They exchanged a few casual words before ending the call. Yang Feiye continued playing with the “Multiverse Awareness Talisman” and suddenly had an idea: “Isn’t it possible to call someone by entering a random number? What kind of person would I reach?”
He became intrigued, thought of ten digits, and entered them.
“Sorry, the number you dialed is a disconnected line.” The light screen responded in an emotionless voice.
“A disconnected line… maybe the number is too big?” Yang Feiye frowned for a moment, then changed the number. After several failed attempts, he heard the familiar beeping sound, which proved this number was in use!
Since they hadn’t exchanged imprints, the light screen couldn’t form an image. After a few seconds, a voice came through: “Hello, who is this?”
The voice was sweet and clear. Yang Feiye’s spirits lifted, and he replied nervously and excitedly: “Friend, I’m Yang Feiye from Huamei Villa. I got the Multiverse Awareness Talisman and was curious, so I messed around a bit, trying to contact other numbers, and ended up reaching you.”
“Oh, so it’s Master Yang from Huamei Villa. I’m Mu Hongwen, a disciple from the Biyue Sword Sect. I was also thinking about randomly contacting other numbers just now, but I was too timid and felt embarrassed,” the sweet voice replied with a bit more laughter.
As soon as these words were spoken, both sides felt an instant sense of closeness and began chatting about matters in the martial world and interesting events happening around them.
The night grew deep, but sleep had not yet come.
…
Inside the Yuxu Palace on Kunlun Mountain, Meng Qi’s lips twitched slightly. Was the “Multiverse Awareness Sphere” about to become a “massive matchmaking and same-sex dating center”?
He directly activated the “Multiverse Awareness Sphere,” chatting briefly with Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu, Zhao Heng, and others, before returning to his closed-door cultivation, losing track of time.
Half a year later, the acupoints around his body emitted cracking sounds of opening. A mouthful of primordial qi erupted from his niwan, transforming into three figures: a cute little monk with rosy lips and white teeth, a swordsman in flowing white robes, and a muscular, golden-skinned hero.
It was time to head to the Journey to the West world.
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