Immortal Travel of Longevity

When the Demon Sovereign woke, he did indeed notice the shift in the Mortal World's qi destiny. Yan Nantian had successfully stepped onto the path of cultivation and sealed the dynastic qi destiny within the Imperial Seal.

"Obtained without the slightest effort."

It had saved him a great deal of effort.

The Demon Sovereign brushed his sleeves and stepped out of his Cave Abode. Time was short, and he still had much to do.

He raised his hand, and a beam of golden light shone forth.

His gaze followed it as it pointed toward a specific direction.

Far in the distance lay a newly born Immortal Mountain, yet the person on that mountain had existed for countless years.

The secrets of heaven—in the unseen workings of fate, heaven's will always played its part.

...

Only the Underworld remained different. It was like a pool of stagnant water where everything seemed dead. The people, the objects—absolutely everything was like this.

Zhao Yuqing had sunk deep into Chen Changsheng's Dream Method.

Parts of his physical body had already begun to fester. The signs of rot were exceptionally obvious in several spots along his arms.

Yet at this moment, Zhao Yuqing was carefree and unfettered within the dream. The sheer scale of that dream world was the most expansive he had ever seen in his life, and its multitude of spiritual entities possessed endless wondrous variations.

Everything here seemed fascinating.

He wandered this Mortal World as an errant knight. Slaying demons, exterminating evil, killing ghosts, eradicating wickedness—he did it all. He said whatever he pleased and harbored a deep curiosity for every bizarre, unseen novelty he came across.

"Hahahahaha..."

"The world should be like this! Let a hundred flowers bloom; let me wander free and unfettered!"

Zhao Yuqing remained dead drunk amidst the Nine Provinces. He called Great Demons his brothers, drank opposite the Human Sovereign, danced with the world's stunning flower demons, chanted alongside the creations of heaven and earth, and played chess against the world's True Dragons.

He reveled in the miraculous changes of this world.

He had long since forgotten himself, deeply addicted to this illusion.

"Chen Changsheng, oh, Chen Changsheng. No wonder... no wonder you like it here. Hahaha, I should have come sooner! I should have come sooner..."

Zhao Yuqing stayed completely intoxicated in this world, groggy yet lost in his own joy.

His inner demon had already arisen; it would be hard to put it to rest.

No matter how powerful a cultivator was in this world, they would all eventually face the tribulation of the inner demon.

Chen Changsheng had a knot in his heart, and so did he.

It was just that, in comparison, Chen Changsheng's was much purer, while his was a deeply obsessive inner demon.

Only he himself could untie this knot; no one else could.

Chen Changsheng watched from within. He had tried to intervene several times, transforming into wicked demons to fight him in an attempt to wake him up. Yet, Zhao Yuqing's abilities completely baffled Chen Changsheng.

Zhao Yuqing had comprehended a completely different kind of Daoist magic from the changes in this world. He violently shattered the profound creation of the five elements and drove straight into the primordial chaos of yin and yang. It was as if nothing could block his path.

If he met gods, he slew gods; if he met Buddhas, he slew Buddhas!

That fiend from a millennium ago completely revealed his true colors before Chen Changsheng's eyes.

In a certain instant, Chen Changsheng felt as though he finally understood what a true cultivator was.

Compared to himself, the difference was like clouds and mud.

Chen Changsheng watched helplessly, realizing he couldn't stop it. Zhao Yuqing possessed too many variables, and as the one reciting the Shanhai, Chen Changsheng couldn't step onto the field himself. Otherwise, the world might shatter and turn everything to nothingness, and then no one would be able to get out.

"Zhao Yuqing..."

Chen Changsheng murmured, his state of mind growing chaotic for a split second.

In the next moment, an idea flashed through Chen Changsheng's daze.

"Then I shall grant you a tribulation!"

With a raise of Chen Changsheng's hand, a baby's cry rang out somewhere in that world. Accompanied by the child's birth, a conversation was heard shortly after.

"Wife, what name do you think we should give our child?"

"Whatever you say..."

"How about we call her..."

"Hmm, how about using the character Yun?"

"Then Tang Yun it is."

As the child grew day by day, her appearance constantly changed, gradually forming into a familiar face.

In the unseen workings of fate, as if guided by something, Zhao Yuqing came here. By the edge of that small river, he saw a young woman bending over to wash clothes.

Their eyes met.

Zhao Yuqing fell into a daze...

"Old Mountain Lord..."

The young woman was startled when she saw him. Finding this man somewhat terrifying, she hurried away.

Zhao Yuqing snapped back to his senses and hastily chased after her.

"Miss, Miss, what is your name? Where do you live?"

The young woman's face instantly flushed red upon hearing this, and she spat in disdain.

"Lecher!"

After cursing him, Tang Yun ran off without looking back.

She left Zhao Yuqing standing in place with a blank look on his face.

He pointed at himself. "Me? A lecher?"

He recalled that young woman's face and fell into a daze once more.

Was there actually someone so similar in this world?

Zhao Yuqing seemed to regain some clarity. He shook his head, his vision gradually expanding as if he finally understood where he was.

However, that clarity lasted for only a fleeting second before he once again sank deep into the illusion.

Chen Changsheng sighed softly. He couldn't help much more than this. It would all depend on Zhao Yuqing's own fortune, or rather, his own conviction.

Even Mister Chen didn't know if he would succeed.

He calmed his mind and continued busying himself with the current matters of the Shanhai Dream Method.

Zhao Yuqing was deeply intoxicated within it.

But Chen Changsheng knew that this place wasn't real. Loopholes could be found in many places, and they were particularly obvious.

What he needed to do was continuously perfect the rules here. It would be best if flaws were difficult to find; otherwise, Chen Changsheng had no confidence in keeping that fiend trapped within this Dream Method.

Outside, Manyue noticed Zhao Yuqing's physical body becoming increasingly strange.

She put down her book to observe him several times, and each time, a few more marks of decay had appeared on Zhao Yuqing's body.

"At this rate, in less than a month, his physical body will completely rot away."

Manyue sighed softly. She shook her head, lamenting the pity of it all.

Even the Heavenly Dao hadn't been able to make things difficult for Zhao Yuqing, yet under the influence of his inner demon, he had pushed himself into the abyss.

Such an ending, at the very least, was something Manyue felt shouldn't happen.

But that was exactly the reality.

Just like Chen Changsheng, he had sunk into a grand dream.

Manyue's gaze shifted to Chen Changsheng. Shaking her head, she murmured, "No matter which version of you it is, you're always so exasperating."

Chen Changsheng was responsible for at least seventy percent of this messy, chaotic world. Of the remaining thirty percent, twenty percent lay with Yu Xuan, and ten percent lay with the world's inherent changes.

None of them were anything good.

Manyue thought to herself.

...

At the Temple of the Cat Immortal within Shangjing City.

Several cats sprawled across the roof of the temple. The most conspicuous among them was none other than the fattest and plumpest Tabby Cat.

Lihua let out a yawn. It was right in the middle of a nap when it suddenly felt its head being rubbed.

"!"

Startled, Lihua turned its head, only to see a familiar figure.

"Whoa, Chen the Good Man!"

Lihua stood up and bombarded him with questions, "When did you get back? Did you bring Lihua any dried fish? Did you?!"

Lihua tilted its head up, speaking as if interrogating him.

"Chen the Good Man?"

The Demon Sovereign paused his hand, then said, "Since when did I get a new nickname?"

Mao'er froze. In an instant, a murderous glint leaked from its eyes.

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