Fate! What is fate!” Hun Yuanzi was furious. “The responsibility of the Dan Ding Sect should all fall on me. Why should my apprentice suffer such a calamity too?”
“One lives, one perishes.” Yun Shang remained expressionless. Ten thousand years of experience as a celestial being had made him indifferent to worldly changes and the eternal passing of time. “Your apprentice died, but you were reborn. The Dan Ding dual cultivation sect survives, its roots remain. Moreover, you have become much stronger than when your apprentice was alive. What’s wrong with that?”
“But what about the celestial race’s curse? You still need him to lift the celestial race’s curse. He is the one chosen by the Creator!” Hun Yuanzi tried to appeal to the interests of the god.
But fate had already been decided. What could possibly be changed? Yun Shang shook his head, lips tight. “There’s nothing I can do. The only thing I can do is gather the power of other gods to help you avenge your enemies, and then you can lift the celestial race’s curse.”
Hun Yuanzi was stunned. From Yun Shang’s gaze, he understood too much. To the celestial race, it didn’t matter who was the Creator’s chosen one or who would become the Emperor of the Universe. They simply needed someone to lift the curse. As to who that person was, it was entirely irrelevant.
Inside the room, Yang Hao was also at a critical moment between life and death. He even let out a scream more piercing than that of a nascent soul. Yet, even as he exhausted all the power within his inner elixir, he could not resist that radiant, small nascent soul from entering his body, completely merging into that unfamiliar shell.
Yun Shang grabbed Hun Yuanzi: “You can’t save him. You only have the power of a loose immortal. Even I, a high-ranking celestial being, cannot save him. How could you possibly do so? Go take care of your own matters. Yang Hao was just a child you picked up when you were in trouble. He had nothing to do with you before, and even less now. Remember, you are now a loose immortal, transcending worldly matters. When you return to the world of ordinary people, everyone will worship you, and your rivals in the universe will be few.”
As he spoke, Yun Shang waved his hand, opening a deep blue, glowing vortex-like portal through time and space. The vortex grew deeper, as if tempting Hun Yuanzi to step through.
“This portal can take you anywhere you wish to go. If you want revenge, you’d better leave immediately,” Yun Shang pointed coldly. “You’ve waited for a thousand years, wandering like a lonely soul for a thousand years. Wasn’t it all for revenge?”
Hun Yuanzi’s face turned pale. He stared at the portal. The deep blue, galaxy-like shimmering barrier spun desolately, as if narrating Hun Yuanzi’s turbulent fate and his thousand years of solitude. Once filled with passionate thoughts of revenge, the fire still burned fiercely in his heart today.
Yun Shang was absolutely right. Wasn’t it the belief in revenge that had kept Hun Yuanzi alive until today? And this portal before him was a rare opportunity in a thousand years. Hun Yuanzi knew exactly what it represented. The portal could transport him to any place in the world, which meant it could also take him behind his enemies.
With Hun Yuanzi’s current strength as a loose immortal and the element of surprise, he had at least a seventy percent chance of instantly killing “that person.”
Seventy percent!
What did that mean to Hun Yuanzi? Even when he had only a fifty percent chance of revenge, he had been willing to give up everything, even the chance to ascend to immortality.
Now, with a seventy percent chance, looking back a thousand years and forward another thousand, Hun Yuanzi and even the Dan Ding Sect probably would never have such an opportunity again.
This was no longer merely temptation—it was the path arranged by fate itself, his destiny.
If Hun Yuanzi could comfort himself like this, he could calmly step through the portal, raise his flying sword, and plunge it deep into his enemy’s heart.
Everything would end. The dead could rest in peace, and Hun Yuanzi would gain peace after settling his revenge. But then what? Then what…
Tears fell from Hun Yuanzi’s eyes. He looked at the portal and even wanted to reach out and touch it, for it was the closest he had ever been to fulfilling his vengeance, almost within reach of success.
But his hand stopped at the moment it was about to enter the portal. His gaze, tears, and accumulated resentment all froze.
In his ears was only one sound—the piercing scream and desperate cry of Yang Hao in the room, calling out with his last breath: “Master!!!!!!”
Master!
At this critical moment, Yang Hao could only call for his master.
Hun Yuanzi stopped his tears. He turned around, his back to the portal, and smiled at Yun Shang: “I can save Yang Hao.”
“Impossible.” Yun Shang was confident. If even he couldn’t do it, how could anyone else? “A mere loose immortal, with only the strength of a lower celestial being, how could he possibly do it?”
“You cannot do it because there is no love in your hearts,” Hun Yuanzi said, as if the only chance for revenge behind him did not exist.
“Whether the Light Celestial Race or the Dark Demon Race, there is nothing in your hearts. That’s why you cannot save Yang Hao, but I can.”
“You?” Yun Shang was shocked. “How can you do it? It’s impossible. Only Yang Hao’s own power can save him, but he has no such strength now.”
“He does.” Hun Yuanzi nodded, smiling more freely, as if he had cast off all burdens. “He had it before, and he will have it again. Because there is someone, a loose immortal inside his body, this immortal is his talisman, protecting and nurturing him until he grows up to become the backbone of the Dan Ding Sect. This immortal’s power is the power within his body, which can help him control the nascent soul.”
“What?” Yun Shang’s hair stood on end, so shocked he could barely stand. “What did you say? You want to return to Yang Hao’s body? You want to abandon your physical form and return to your previous spiritual state? You’re not only giving up this unique chance for revenge, but also your status and power as a loose immortal? You’re giving up this celestial body that you almost died for?”
Hun Yuanzi remained silent, but golden light surged within his body, as if hot flames were about to burn him.
Yun Shang was so agitated he was almost beside himself: “You’re mad, you’ve gone mad! What price, what rare opportunity allowed you to regain a body and become a loose immortal? And you’re willing to give it up! In this lifetime, or even in many more lifetimes, you will never have such an opportunity again. Never!”
“I know!” Hun Yuanzi laughed loudly. The golden flames truly ignited, burning his clothes to ashes, revealing his strong, perfect body—his muscles and bones so flawless, so beautiful they seemed a shame to discard.
“You wandered like a lonely soul for a thousand years. Once the mighty leader of the Dan Ding Sect, you could only pitifully rely on a child’s body. You finally managed to escape all that. You dreamed of this for so many years, and now you’ve achieved it. Why give it up? Why!!” Yun Shang roared. “He’s just an unrelated child. He hasn’t even truly entered the cultivation sect. Is he worth sacrificing so much for? Is he worth a loose immortal giving up his life? Is he worth abandoning your revenge plan? Think of your fellow sect members, your loved ones, your beloved ones—how they were killed by ‘that person.’ Do you really not want revenge anymore?”
Yun Shang’s words made sense—extremely good sense. But none of it could now stop Hun Yuanzi’s actions. He had already made up his mind.
A thousand years had not dulled Hun Yuanzi’s hatred, but neither had it dulled his love and affection. This was where Hun Yuanzi differed from the celestial race. To him, revenge and Yang Hao, the Dan Ding Sect and Yang Hao, had become indistinguishable in importance.
But Hun Yuanzi was clear: to him, the power of a loose immortal and his celestial body, though hard-won, were insignificant compared to Yang Hao.
The love that had fused their lives together was irreplaceable by anything else.
So Hun Yuanzi burned. Laughing wildly, like an immortal, golden flames consumed his body—the perfect celestial body that only a celestial being could possess. As his skin, muscles, bones, and blood turned to ashes in the flames, Hun Yuanzi’s refined soul transformed into a golden mass. Like a blazing sun, filled with fiery passion, he rushed into the room and into Yang Hao’s already icy-cold body.
This flame, this sun, merged with Yang Hao, piercing through the darkness like fire.
Yang Hao was reborn.
But the loose immortal Hun Yuanzi vanished from the world forever.
Once again, it was night.
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Just as Yang Hao was locked in a life-or-death struggle with the “nascent soul invasion,” his friends were also facing a deadly crisis.
This story begins with Yang Hao being mysteriously captured by a spaceship on Saint Bear Planet. At that time, the spaceship bore the insignia of the celestial race (actually part of the Resistance Alliance’s plan in the Sanjinghai star system, not the true celestial race). Naturally, Yang Hao’s friends and subordinates—Long Yun, XII, Maya, and the members of the Hao Sword Corps—were unwilling to let this go.
Under the leadership of Long Yun and XII, this group piloted the battleship Doomsday, tracking Yang Hao’s body signal all the way to the Sanjinghai star system.
However, when they arrived, it was already too late. The spaceship that had kidnapped Yang Hao had already been split in two, burning fiercely in the deep blue cosmos, its flames illuminating tens of thousands of kilometers.
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