Inside the quiet chamber, Meng Qi’s figure turned ethereal and vanished in an instant, reappearing directly in a vast expanse of the East Sea—the former location of Golden Turtle Island.
“Husband, how can you be certain that the flesh and blood suppressed by the Qingping Sword belongs to that ancient emperor?” Gu Xiaosang’s voice echoed in his mind through divine sense. “This concubine has never even heard of it.”
Clearly, she knew that Golden Turtle Island concealed the Qingping Sword, that the sword suppressed mysterious and eerie flesh and blood, and was not even surprised that the vitality of that mass of flesh had not been extinguished. However, she did not know which great figure it belonged to—until Meng Qi mentioned it and connected it to the eerie blood peach, revealing it to be Donghuang Taiyi.
It seems Xiaosang has long known that the eerie blood peach was formed from part of Donghuang Taiyi’s Dao Fruit, hence her decision to hide within the left-hand acupoint… Meng Qi mused inwardly before smiling and replying, “A guess.”
“A guess?” Gu Xiaosang burst into laughter. “Husband truly has a mind that leaps beyond convention, unfettered and unpredictable.”
Meng Qi had initially answered this way to add some playful interaction. Seeing it had the desired effect, he explained earnestly: “After confirming in the highest layer of the Immortal Realm that the ancient emperor had not truly perished and was connected to the monster harbored by the Jiangdong Wang Clan’s eternal shadow, I roughly guessed that the so-called ‘Little Peach of Ancient Evil’ was likely also part of that emperor. This led me to think of the mysterious flesh suppressed by the Qingping Sword on Golden Turtle Island. There is a subtle yet profound similarity between the two, so I boldly hypothesized and came to verify.”
This would not only confirm the “identity” of that mass of flesh but also determine whether the eerie blood peach truly originated from part of Donghuang Taiyi’s Dao Fruit.
“Flesh and blood from an ancient emperor, its vitality not fully extinguished—this is something even those at the pinnacle of Creation avoid like the plague. Husband, you must not underestimate ‘them,’ lest this concubine becomes a widow.” Gu Xiaosang reminded him in a lighthearted tone.
Meng Qi nodded slightly, his expression calm but his heart heavy:
“How could I dare underestimate remnants left by a Nirvana-level being?”
Anything that could allow him to rapidly improve and, to some extent, defy the will of heaven would not be simple—nor would the risks be small!
Had it not been for the provocation of Qingdi’s prophecy and the resolve he had forged in the Immortal Realm’s celestial prison, he would have surely opted for caution, avoiding such risks!
Amidst countless tribulations, the only path was to seek life through death!
However, this venture was not entirely without assurance. Donghuang Taiyi’s residual flesh was suppressed by the Qingping Sword, its myriad powers unable to extend outward. Moreover, his own Overlord’s Invincible Blade possessed the essence of a Nirvana-level divine weapon, making it difficult for the ancient flesh to taint it. Most importantly, he could pit one enemy against another—eradicating the Demon Buddha’s mark while simultaneously depleting the Donghuang flesh of most of its power, reducing it to a controllable level.
If the horror of the Nirvana-level remnant exceeded expectations, he still had the eerie blood peach as a contingency—and it, in turn, was countered by the Tree of the Great Dao.
Of course, even with all these measures, the danger remained exceedingly high.
Without further words, Meng Qi stepped lightly upon the waves, golden lotuses swirling around him. A fissure opened on his forehead, from which flew the Dao Yi Glazed Lamp, its radiance almost tangible.
The lamp’s flame, small as a bean, cast light everywhere, layers of black and white intertwining densely before seeping into the void as if vanishing.
At the same time, Meng Qi flicked his finger, releasing a pure and resplendent sword beam.
The beam split into two, then four—some crimson, some azure, some pitch-black, some blazing white—each manifesting wondrous techniques as they descended majestically, forming the Sword Formation of Slaying Immortals.
At Meng Qi’s current level, conjuring a formation with a single sword was effortless; he could even use his “Other-Self Projections” to form the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation!
In an instant, sword qi surged, howling incessantly, crisscrossing in myriad colors, unstoppable and overwhelming. Within the formation, all was dim and void, as if plunged into apocalypse.
Seizing this opportunity, Meng Qi activated the “Cause of All Effects.” The lamp’s flame flickered like a newborn sun over the sea, illuminating every hidden place resonating with the Sword Formation of Slaying Immortals.
Faint connections appeared, fleeting as candlelight in the wind, vanishing at the slightest disturbance—or like the ebb and flow of tides, as a mysterious and formidable force surged again, masking all movement. The brief “gaps” were too fleeting to grasp.
“So well hidden.” Meng Qi praised without a trace of frustration, quietly linking with the eerie blood peach and drawing upon its strange and sinister aura.
Using this as “fuel,” he covertly fed it into the Dao Yi Glazed Lamp.
With a roar, the lamp’s flame grew without wind, and the surroundings darkened, as if returning to the primordial beginnings when causal connections first emerged.
Guided by this aura, Meng Qi suddenly seized a causal link, and a corresponding scene arose in his mind:
An ancient, unadorned sword was embedded in the void, bearing the characters “Qingping.” Beneath it, a mass of deep-black flesh writhed madly, emitting incomprehensible howls and exuding a terrifying, savage aura—as if desperate to reclaim the eerie blood peach. The little peach shuddered and sank into the acupoint where Gu Xiaosang resided, hiding behind her and timidly peeking out with half its “face.”
It truly is Donghuang Taiyi’s residual flesh, truly part of His Dao Fruit… Meng Qi was now certain. Just as he prepared to follow the link, locate Golden Turtle Island, and descend directly, the scene around him shifted abruptly, revealing an ancient and vast Immortal Realm.
The realm was layered and dense, like massive clouds clustering around the figure at the very top.
That figure wore black robes and a tall crown, its attire ancient and majestic, lofty and ethereal—bearing some resemblance to the remnants of the Heavenly Emperor within the Northern Dipper’s carriage, yet more primordial, more boundless, and far older!
Its face was indistinct, but above its head hung an ancient bronze bell. With each ripple, the bell tolled softly, causing time to undulate and flow backward.
This dreadful scene, this terrifying might, froze Meng Qi’s innate spiritual light as if he faced the apex of the food chain. Instinctive terror and dread filled him, leaving no room for resistance.
Suddenly, the ancient emperor’s blurred face revealed a pair of eyes—eyes that bore witness to the rise and fall of countless civilizations, the birth and shattering of myriad epochs—seeking to draw Meng Qi’s very soul into them.
At that moment, another figure appeared before the ancient emperor. Clad in a robe of indescribable color, with the birth and death of countless epochs beneath its feet and fragmented rivers of time coiling like dragons around it, this figure stood amidst primal chaos, crowned by an object resembling both an axe and a banner, exuding the heaviness of the most ancient origins.
An Heavenly Venerable—an exceptionally ancient Heavenly Venerable!
The ancient Heavenly Venerable looked down upon the emperor and proclaimed a divine decree:
“Cease your charades and begone.”
Boom!
A phantom thunderclap erupted. The bronze bell shattered, the ancient emperor dispersed, and the layered Immortal Realm dissolved like bubbles—everything returned to normal.
The earlier clash had been the residual flesh of Donghuang Taiyi extending its aura backward through the causal link, creating an illusion to shatter Meng Qi’s mind and turn him into a vessel for the ancient will. Yet Meng Qi, armed with the Seal of the Primal Heart and mastery of the “Only I Am Supreme” technique, defended his true self with the Limitless while countering illusion with illusion. With the Nine Seals united, the Primordial One emerged!
“Had it not been suppressed by the Qingping Sword, it would have been far worse. The might of an ancient emperor is truly beyond imagination…” As this thought crossed Meng Qi’s mind, he seized the fading link and sensed Golden Turtle Island.
It had been removed from the river of time, hidden deep within the mist-shrouded turbulence of space-time, perilously close to true chaos—exceedingly difficult to locate.
In a flash, Meng Qi, crowned by the Supreme Limitless Primordial Cloud, traversed layers of mist and evaded chaotic currents, arriving near Golden Turtle Island.
Just then, a furious roar erupted: “Begone!”
A fist covered in white fur materialized abruptly, collapsing space, tearing through all existence, and reducing everything to darkness—even distorting the surrounding turbulent currents.
“Great Sage of Plum Mountain” Yuan Hong, who had been meditating, had detected the intruder.
The fist grew until it nearly filled the entire space. Yet from beyond the domain, another fist descended—this one gleaming faint gold, equally massive, equally collapsing space and rending all, strikingly similar.
Boom!
A storm erupted, chaotic currents “howled,” and Golden Turtle Island’s protective formations emerged layer by layer, neutralizing the aftershocks.
Both fists disintegrated into nothingness—only for new ones to regrow from writhing flesh!
Standing proudly amidst the mist, Meng Qi laughed heartily: “Great Sage of Plum Mountain, it’s been a while!”
By now, even in the realm of the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, he could rival the ancient Great Sage Yuan Hong.
Yuan Hong’s face darkened. The ant he had once deemed unworthy of a glance had grown to such heights—and undoubtedly had the shameless backing of the Jade Void Palace. It seemed he would have to consult Lu Ya for a decision.
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