Supreme Divine Country!
Above the firmament, all sounds fall utterly silent.
On this day, the limpid void suddenly births ripples, then violently twists and boils, surging.
Endless Dao Rhyme gushes out from the depths of nothingness, transforming into billions of streams of gilded radiance, like a heavenly river hanging upside down, all converging upon the core of the Supreme Divine Country.
A portal, profound beyond profound, ineffable and wondrous, slowly manifests at the heart of the radiance.
[Gate of Xuanpin]
The portal is ancient and plain, devoid of ornament or carving, yet nurtures within it the source of life and the ultimate principle of creation.
On its doors are engraved the Innate Runes of the world’s first opening; every single line is the concrete form of Dao, circulating with a faint golden chaotic halo.
Hum~~
With the slightest ripple, it crushes time and space, making all Dao bow their heads.
At the core of the Gate of Xuanpin, Dao sounds curl like smoke, auspicious qi in a thousand streams.
A Daoist in plain Daoist Robe sits cross-legged, clear radiance flowing around him; neither light nor mist, his bearing ancient and lofty!
His eyes are tightly shut, expression serene, his aura withdrawn like a deep abyss, yet he is one with the entire Gate of Xuanpin—
as though he is the gate, and the gate is he.
Eternity in an instant, ages without sound.
Chen Sheng slowly opens his eyes.
In that instant, two unmatched beams of Dao light shoot from his pupils, gold and purple interwoven, piercing through the Gate of Xuanpin, stabbing straight into the deepest part of chaos.
Rumble—!
The heavens tremble, all Dao lowly hum, and chaos rolls back upon itself.
"I have attained Dao."
A light shout, calm and without waves, yet beyond thunder, more than thunder.
It is not sound, but Dao sound, the very first note of heaven-and-earth’s opening, resounding through endless time and space, branding every inch of the void.
The words fall.
Chen Sheng, seated at the Xuanpin core, suddenly collapses in form, dissolving into myriad crystalline motes of light, slowly drifting, all merging into the Gate of Xuanpin.
The portal’s runes instantly blaze to the utmost, its halo like sun and moon traversing the sky!
Rumble rumble rumble!
The entire Gate of Xuanpin seems to come alive, becoming a supreme existence, exuding a terror pressure that crushes eras.
[Sequence 0: Xuanpin Dao Sovereign]
[Description: Completely unified with the Gate of Xuanpin, wielding life’s creation and the birth and death of all things. Oneself is Xuanpin; Dao is my body, my body is Dao.]
In this instant, Chen Sheng’s consciousness ascends to an unsurpassed height.
Surpassing the Supreme Divine Country, surpassing the Mother River and all heavens, surpassing all time and space.
He stands above, looking down.
That grand, mighty river that runs through the heavens, bearing the birth and death of billions of worlds—the Mother River—holds no more mystery in his eyes, no longer a shackle binding himself.
Within the Mother River, myriad worlds rise and fall, living beings struggle, karmas entwine, fates circulate... all revealed in the finest detail, laid bare before his gaze.
His gaze lifts again, piercing through layer upon layer of the Mother River’s barriers, looking toward the Chaotic Void at the very top of the Mother River.
There, a hazy yet vast figure sits in stillness, chaotic qi coiling about him, Dao Rhyme endless, as though he and the entire Mother River, the entire chaos, the entirety of all things, have always been one.
Chen Sheng’s pupils slightly contract, his Heart Spirit shaking:
"This is..."
In an instant, countless memories sealed for eons surge into his sea of consciousness like a chaotic tsunami.
They are the memories of his true body seated above the Mother River, strumming the fates of the heavens, self-cleaving an incarnation to descend into the world.
All doubts, all confusion, all searching, in this moment disperse like smoke, thoroughly understood and made clear.
He smiles faintly in his heart, true intent flowing of itself:
"So I am, in truth, the descending form of the Supreme Chen Sheng Celestial King."
"Return—return!"
Without the slightest hesitation.
He transforms into an extreme stream of light that runs through chaos, crossing endless time and space in an instant, plunging directly into the glabella of that figure at the top of the Mother River.
...
Above the Mother River, within chaos.
Chen Sheng’s true body slowly opens his eyes.
The corners of his mouth lift slightly, revealing a faint smile:
"Compared to the other anomalies I created, I myself am the truly special one."
"As expected, I still have to rely on myself!"
"The sequence mystery-cult system is not yet perfect; it has many flaws, and many parts still need refinement."
Chen Sheng speaks slowly, his gaze turned toward the myriad heavens, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone:
"Yet to be able to forge a single Dharma Master through it—that is already ’attaining the Law’!"
"This seat has already taken the crucial step!"
"Once I spend several dozen Primordial Assemblies of time, polishing it bit by bit, thoroughly perfecting this cultivation system to reverse-deduce my own Dao..."
"Then there is hope of passing the second Decline Tribulation!"
To press against the limit of his lifespan, Chen Sheng has, to this day, not yet crossed the first ’decay of the flesh.’
However, after cultivating Mahayana immortal arts for many years, he long since understands in his heart: cultivation at the Daoist Monarch level seems perilous, but in truth follows distinct patterns.
So long as one can break through the shackles, become a Daoist Monarch, condense an Innate Dao Seed, and pass through the first Decline Tribulation, there will be little issue.
The truly perilous beginning is the second Decline Tribulation.
Since ancient times, countless Daoist Monarchs have fallen under this second Decline, becoming tribulation ash, dissolving into the heavens.
For example, that Daoist Monarch of the Mind-Image World.
That Daoist Monarch was once a peerlessly brilliant figure, exhausting his heart and blood to create the Mind-Image Illusory Heaven cultivation system, spreading it to every corner of the Mind-Image World.
He sought to find a chance to break through the Decline Tribulation.
Sadly, in all his life, that Dao never birthed a single Dharma Master, and thus could not ’attain the Law.’
He failed to take even this first step!
Let alone further perfecting the system, reverse-deducing his own Dao, and crossing that perilous second Decline Tribulation.
...
Withdrawing his thoughts, Chen Sheng’s gaze once more drops toward the Mother River below.
His eyes pierce layer upon layer of river water, falling upon that immortal vessel that floats within the Mother River, emanating vast aura.
And upon the cultivators aboard the vessel, those many who wish to rely on this immortal craft to endure the Era-Annihilating Great Cataclysm.
He sees them with perfect clarity.
Among those cultivators, quite a few are anomalies he himself once personally shifted in fate, personally nurtured.
By the ’golden finger’ he granted, they traveled with smooth winds and favorable currents, becoming top-tier Great Powers among the heavens.
At this moment.
Chen Sheng slowly shakes his head, a hint of disappointment in his tone:
"As expected, these people still walked too smooth a path."
"In ordinary days, with everything going their way, once they meet a true hardship like the Era-Annihilating Calamity, they immediately think of shortcuts, of dodging tribulation."
His gaze turns toward the myriad heavens, a deep light flashing in his eyes:
"In the next era, I will need more cultivation rules, more ordeals, so that the great waves may wash the sand, aiding me in perfecting the sequence system."
When his words fall, his gaze slowly turns, settling upon a gray-robed figure amidst the crowd.
That figure stands quietly upon the Other Shore Immortal Vessel, expression indifferent, his aura withdrawn, yet faintly emanating a terror pressure that devours heaven and earth and holds dominion over destiny.
It is Lei Lin Mason.
Or rather, Gu Youming!
Chen Sheng’s gaze is fathomlessly deep.
He sees through everything about the other, sees through the bloodline within his body, sees through the Tier Nine magic he has deduced...
This gray-robed figure may well be, in this era, aside from his own incarnation, the single most special ’grain of sand.’
Chen Sheng slightly nods:
"At least you have ambition!"
"This seat shall watch and see—just how far you can go."
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