In the previous world of Sword Sovereign and Demon Queen, the story of the Divine Sword Puppet gradually evolved into legend after many years of fermentation and aging, providing Meng Qi with the foundation to manipulate and alter events, thus leaving his mark. Now, with only a few days remaining in the ancient times, this path was completely unviable. However, Meng Qi was not a person to insist stubbornly, only striving to do his best and seeking inner peace before addressing the matter at hand.
Master Lu was not a man of pretense and did not decline, accepting the jade statue of the Heavenly Venerable of Morality, probing it with his divine consciousness, and connecting with its true essence to receive its inheritance.
A faint glow illuminated, enveloping Master Lu within it. The fragment of the “Vajra Ring” embedded in the hilt of his One-Mind Sword radiated brilliant light, resonating with the glow.
“It seems Master Lu truly has some connection with the Heavenly Venerable of Morality…” Meng Qi mused inwardly. He did not feel a sense of disillusionment at Master Lu, who had always relied solely on himself and pursued his path with single-minded devotion, finally gaining a chance encounter with a great figure. After all, an outstanding Dharma Body with great potential would inevitably attract the favor and cultivation of powerful beings, which in no way diminished the brilliance of their previous arduous cultivation and independent efforts.
No one could entirely succeed without the help of others. As long as one could distinguish the primary from the secondary and not lose oneself, one was still worthy of admiration.
The jade statue of the Heavenly Venerable of Morality flew toward Meng Qi, who extended his hand to receive it, his spirit spreading into its depths.
With a thunderous boom, he seemed to witness the chaos splitting open, the singularity erupting with Primordial Unity, and the cosmic explosion. An old man with white hair and beard appeared amidst the Primordial Unity, manifesting the Taiji, stabilizing the terrifying explosion, and refining the Primordial Unity to transform his past, present, and future into three Daoist sages.
This was the true “Unity Manifests the Three Pure Ones,” a great ability that filled the river of time!
Reflecting on what he had just comprehended, Meng Qi felt profound emotion. No wonder the Pure Yang Sect had few who could master it through the generations. Simply cultivating a breath of Primordial Qi was extremely difficult. As for the subsequent severing of the past, present, and future selves, without touching the Shore Beyond and possessing nearly complete characteristics of it, one could never truly master this technique. Even Senior Chong He likely relied on the Six Dao Reincarnation to refine a breath of Primordial Qi, dividing it into three basic Daoist sages corresponding to his “youth,” “middle age,” and “old age,” barely mastering this great ability. However, compared to the true “Unity Manifests the Three Pure Ones,” there remained a distance as vast as the endless cosmos.
As for himself, possessing the “Infinite Seal” and the “Heaven-Opening Seal,” refining Primordial Qi was not difficult. However, the subsequent stages were quite arduous, not something that could be accomplished in a short time. Fortunately, the current situation was clear, and he no longer needed to fight desperately as he had previously anticipated, so there was no need to rush.
Meng Qi, fabricating a false heavenly omen, put away the jade statue of the Heavenly Venerable of Morality and temporarily left his hiding place, seeking another secluded location. He then shook the sleeve, releasing Zhuo Chaosheng, and with a wave of his right hand, a gentle breeze blew across, awakening the swordsman.
“Wu Daoming!” Zhuo Chaosheng first roared, like a dying man’s final cry, then regained clarity, furrowing his brow. “Young Master Su, is that you? Where is the Supreme Demon?”
He clearly remembered not anticipating that the Supreme Demon, Wu Daoming, had already completed his transformation, inadvertently stepping into the Ninefold Chart of Geomancy, enduring a life-and-death battle. Ultimately, lacking the advantage of timing, terrain, and support, his divine sword was tainted, he was severely wounded, captured alive, and fell into a coma. At that time, he had thought his life was over, but now he seemed unharmed.
Could it be that Su Meng had rescued him?
Could he actually have fought against the Supreme Demon, who had completed his transformation and possessed the Demon Emperor’s Claw?
As thoughts surged and emotions swirled, Zhuo Chaosheng felt as if he were in a dream.
Meng Qi had already prepared his explanation, smiling slightly. “Senior Zhuo, the Supreme Demon deeply resents me for slaying the Multi-Eyed King and severely injuring you. Afterward, he came to kill me, but unfortunately, he was overly arrogant and did not use the Ninefold Chart of Geomancy. I had just advanced in cultivation, my sword techniques greatly improved, and I withstood his initial fierce assault. Having grown to my current state, how could I lack the support of elders? Later, I seized the opportunity to send out a message, summoning the power of my elders, which frightened the Supreme Demon away. Your recovery is largely due to his mercy.”
Meng Qi spoke casually, but Zhuo Chaosheng listened in astonishment. Could a newly promoted Earth Immortal withstand a fierce attack from the Supreme Demon? Could a message sent out instantly summon the power of elders capable of scaring off the Supreme Demon?
The Supreme Demon had completed his transformation, wielding the Demon Emperor’s Claw, his Nine Revolutions Evil Body rendering his physical form indestructible—a truly formidable existence among Celestial Immortals. If Su Meng, merely a newly ascended Earth Immortal, could withstand his ferocious onslaught, did that mean he already possessed combat prowess approaching or even matching that of a true Celestial Immortal? This was utterly terrifying! Even the Overlord, with his unrivaled dominance, had required years of cultivation as an Earth Immortal before daring to challenge the pinnacle Celestial Immortals!
The power that could be summoned instantly upon sending a message, the power that could scare off the Supreme Demon, all indicated that Su Meng’s elder was a legendary figure, a true great being, omnipresent and unique across all worlds!
Indeed, he had underestimated him back then… Zhuo Chaosheng composed his expression and solemnly bowed. “Thank you, Young Master Su, for your righteous assistance. Please convey my gratitude to your elder. Though I serve as the Grand Elder of the Heaven and Earth Sword Sect, I dare not speak for the sect. I can only say that in the future, should you have any request, I will face any hardship, no matter how perilous.”
Hearing this, Meng Qi’s heart stirred. Seizing the opportunity, he boldly replied, “Senior Zhuo, I do not seek any other reward. I only love a bit of fame. Please, in the future, speak highly of me and sing my praises. Of course, the parts involving you need not be disclosed.”
Zhuo Chaosheng was stunned. Having lived for a thousand years, this was the first time he had heard such a request. To openly ask for praise and flattery—what an extraordinary “hero” indeed!
After a while, he reluctantly managed to offer a compliment. “Young Master Su is truly sincere and open-hearted. I feel ashamed that I cannot compare to you. In the future, I will certainly praise you more often.”
“Thank you in advance, Senior.” Meng Qi smiled, bowing with folded hands.
After successfully rescuing Zhuo Chaosheng, Meng Qi experienced a certain degree of backlash and convergence—not too intense, just barely manageable when combined with the previous corrective forces. This indicated that Zhuo Chaosheng had originally perished during the Supreme Demon’s transformation, but his fate had now been altered. However, in the future, he would still be unable to escape the calamity brought by the Overlord, exerting minimal influence on the main course of history.
In other words, Zhuo Chaosheng would likely live for another one or two thousand years. With this top-tier figure praising him constantly, the image of a swordsman who single-handedly subdued five sects, defied the Overlord and survived, fought the Supreme Demon alone, ultimately comprehended everything, and departed the world gracefully would accumulate over time, becoming a legendary story widespread across the ancient lands.
As for whether this could form a historical imprint, Meng Qi was unsure. He could only do his best and keep trying.
Zhuo Chaosheng suppressed his emotions, sighed, and said, “I never expected the Supreme Demon to complete his transformation ahead of schedule, nearly costing me my life. I must quickly inform my fellow cultivators to prevent them from falling into the Ninefold Chart of Geomancy and suffering the Supreme Demon’s wrath after his transformation.”
He then requested to take his leave.
“A most appropriate course of action,” Meng Qi nodded slightly, casually asking, “Senior Zhuo, are you planning to seek out the Benevolent Sage Emperor?”
Previously, the Benevolent Sage Emperor had led the efforts to capture the Supreme Demon. Now that the Supreme Demon had completed his transformation, posing a threat to the Celestial Immortals, it was most suitable for this legendary leader of the righteous sects to spread the news throughout the land.
Zhuo Chaosheng looked somewhat embarrassed, shaking his head. “I plan to seek out the Numerical Sage. I heard he has returned to Guangling in Jiangdong.”
Seeing Meng Qi’s puzzled expression, Zhuo Chaosheng switched to transmitting his voice. “Each of the Sages holds different beliefs, often clashing and harboring hidden grievances. The debate over paths is a struggle over the Great Dao. We find it hard to judge right or wrong. Relatively speaking, the Numerical Sage is the most detached, having fewer conflicts with other sects. It is most appropriate for him to inform the other Sages, avoiding the undercurrents of conflict like last time in Luo City.”
So that’s how it was. The contention among the Sages was not merely recorded in ancient texts… Meng Qi nodded in realization. The harmonious and united scene he had witnessed last time was likely the result of repeated compromises and adjustments.
“Coincidentally, I have a matter to discuss with the Numerical Sage. Perhaps I can accompany Senior on the journey to Jiangdong.” Meng Qi thought of the matter concerning Jade Emperor Mountain.
Zhuo Chaosheng did not object, and together with Meng Qi, they headed to the Ink Palace in Luo City, using the teleportation array to reach Jiangdong, arriving at the ancestral residence of the Wang family in Guangling.
Before even entering the gate, they saw the Numerical Sage waiting under the shade tree outside, hands clasped behind his back, seemingly having already calculated their arrival.
“Ai, the Supreme Demon has hidden his transformation and completed it ahead of schedule. He has grown too powerful to be easily subdued,” the Numerical Sage, his hair silver-white, sighed before Zhuo Chaosheng could even speak.
Zhuo Chaosheng immediately found himself speechless. The Numerical Sage had said exactly what he wanted to say. What else was there to add?
He suddenly questioned whether it was necessary to come to Jiangdong at all.
The Numerical Sage examined Zhuo Chaosheng from head to toe, then furrowed his white brows, his voice tinged with confusion. “Brother Zhuo, your death omen has passed. Truly, truly incredible.”
He had calculated day and night, always finding Zhuo Chaosheng doomed to die. Yet, suddenly, there was a tremor in the heavenly omen, and Zhuo Chaosheng’s fate had strangely changed, granting him a glimmer of survival.
This completely exceeded the Numerical Sage’s understanding of numerology and heavenly omens. It was his first encounter with such a phenomenon, suspecting that a great being had previously obscured the heavenly omen, interfering with his calculations.
“So you had already calculated my impending doom…” Zhuo Chaosheng, seemingly on good terms with the Numerical Sage, looked indignant, his mustache bristling. “You love to show off your calculations. Why didn’t you warn me this time!”
The Numerical Sage chuckled awkwardly. “My cultivation in this art is insufficient. No matter how I calculated, it always led to death, so I dared not speak, fearing to disturb your peace of mind.”
Glancing at Meng Qi, he quickly changed the subject. “I have been tracking that gray-robed monk and made some strange discoveries. Ai, I still need to verify them.”
“Numerical Sage, did your calculation of the Jade Emperor Mountain incident receive any external influence?” Meng Qi asked directly.
Upon hearing Meng Qi’s words, the Numerical Sage’s expression suddenly froze, as if recalling something, understanding something.
After a long while, he let out a deep sigh, turning his head to look at the weathered ancestral residence of the Wang family, his voice low and somber. “The Wang family has repeatedly been drawn into the vortex since ancient times. The more they glimpse the truth, the less control they have over their fate. Though they seem to bask in glory and reap many benefits, in the end, they must pay it all back, with interest.”
“This game of chess is leading to a dead end, with no chance of victory for the Wang family…”
The Numerical Sage’s voice carried a hint of eeriness, making Meng Qi shudder, as if he had heard similar words from the so-called “Wang the Fortune-Teller,” the eldest son of the Wang family!
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