Immortal Travel of Longevity

One after another, the Dragon Monarch of Tongtian River had vanished without a trace, and now the Fox Lord had battled a black-robed man, his fate unknown. Xiao Dongxu could not help but draw a connection between the two events.

He sensed an underlying pattern to it all, yet he couldn't put it into words.

He also launched a separate investigation into the recent string of disappearances.

He discovered that within his own Immortal Sect, the Moyu Qilin that Mister Chen had previously entrusted to their care had inexplicably vanished several years ago. The headmaster had simply assumed that Mo Yu had grown bored and left on his own.

Upon learning this, a strange shudder ran through Xiao Dongxu.

His intuition told him that all three incidents were the work of the same person.

He wondered who exactly possessed the ability to stir up such massive chaos.

The disciples of Tianji Mountain who had gone to Yuanshan to search for clues had not returned for a long time.

That great fire had burned far too thoroughly, reducing anything useful to ashes and making further progress nearly impossible.

He didn't dare dwell on the implications; he could only brace himself and keep investigating.

Even if he had to turn Yuanshan upside down, he would find the culprit!

...

Beneath that ten-thousand-year-old ancient tree.

Another totem appeared on the man in cyan, branded into his Dantian. It carried the power of mountain and marsh demons.

"A decent fit," the Demon Sovereign muttered. Yet his worries were far from over; he still had five empty slots left to fill.

Filling them would be ideal, but the real question was where to find suitable targets.

By taking such a massive risk this time, he was bound to draw the attention of heaven and earth. That great fire had been meant to erase his traces and prevent anyone from discovering him.

But if there was a next time, targeting humans or demons with such massive qi destiny meant the world would lock onto him instantly. Even a moment's delay would make escape impossible.

The Demon Sovereign lay back against the tree, falling into deep thought.

He opened his palm.

Destiny swirled within the five points of his hand.

The destiny of the Human Dao, the demonic path, the Buddhist Faction, and the Mysterious Gate—all rested within the palm of the former Chen Changsheng.

Human, demon, devil, immortal, buddha, and ghost. He currently lacked two paths: the first was the demon path, and the second was the ghost path, also known as spectral deities.

Without gathering the Dao of the entire world, he could never fight the heavens.

He still had to carefully calculate his every move.

The path had to be walked one step at a time. He could only take it slowly.

The Demon Sovereign thought he might have to lay low for a few years. For the foreseeable future, he planned to suspend all his operations.

...

Meanwhile, deep within the Underworld, Chen Changsheng had nearly perfected his Dream Method.

Only a few pages remained of the thick Classic of Mountains and Seas.

It had taken him over ten full years to manifest the text of this book into the dream and perfect the laws and rules governing his Dream Method.

Sustaining such an astronomical mental burden occasionally left Chen Changsheng in a delirious daze. To push this endeavor all the way to the present day, he had relied entirely on sheer force of will.

Chen Changsheng took a brief moment to rest.

He gazed out over the world of the Dream Method.

His gaze descended.

He looked upon that little farming courtyard, noting that the woman had grown old.

Tang Yun was an exceptional wife. She managed the household affairs in perfect order and showed her husband nothing but tender consideration. She was the ideal partner.

Over their years together, Zhao Yuqing had gradually forgotten the boundary between reality and illusion.

He cared only for his few acres of farmland and the wife waiting for him at home.

Despite their deep love over the years, they had never been able to bear a child. Zhao Yuqing had secretly investigated the matter, only to discover that his wife suffered from a Pre-Heaven deficiency that left her barren. He was utterly helpless against it. If it were a Post-Heaven illness, an Immortal Practitioner's methods could cure it with ease. But a Pre-Heaven anomaly was a completely different story.

Since Zhao Yuqing was unaligned with the heavenly laws of this realm, he was entirely unable to change this Pre-Heaven condition.

He had secretly sought out the cultivators of this world to ask for a cure, but without exception, none of them had a solution.

For three straight years, he projected his soul out of his body every night, roaming the world to seek out immortals and beg for a remedy. Yet he returned empty-handed every time, leaving him deeply discouraged.

Tang Yun frequently visited mortal doctors in hopes of a cure. After countless visits, a physician finally had no choice but to speak frankly.

"Madam Zhao, you have visited me many times. Forgive my bluntness, but for your condition, you must seek out a true master to see if there's any hope. My medical knowledge is far too shallow; I am afraid I lack the skill to cure you."

Tang Yun's spirits plummeted. She traveled far to seek out many other physicians, but without exception, they all merely shook their heads and sighed.

Unable to bear the sight of Tang Yun's grief, Zhao Yuqing comforted her, "It's alright, Yun'er. It doesn't matter if we don't have children of our own. If it comes down to it, we can always adopt a child. It will be exactly the same."

Tang Yun wept bitterly. Deep down, she still desperately wanted a child of her own.

But that was simply the way things were.

Zhao Yuqing had sought out nearly every Immortal Practitioner in this realm without finding a cure; there was simply no way a mortal physician could succeed.

Perhaps because Tang Yun couldn't move past the knot in her heart, they never ended up adopting a child, leaving them entirely childless.

The couple lived a quiet, ordinary life. In the blink of an eye, several decades passed.

The hair at Tang Yun's temples turned entirely gray as her beauty faded with age.

Zhao Yuqing employed numerous methods to slow Tang Yun's aging, but her constitution was simply too frail. She had no spiritual root. Had he not spent years continuously nourishing her body with his Divine Abilities and Arts and Techniques, her natural physique would have made it difficult for her to even live past the age of forty.

Through his Arts and Techniques, Zhao Yuqing's own appearance gradually aged alongside hers.

Decades passed by in a flash.

The couple sat together in their small courtyard, gazing out over the stretch of farmland before them.

A nearby stream babbled softly, accompanied by the endless chirping of insects.

Just as she had for so many years, Tang Yun rested her head on Zhao Yuqing's shoulder.

She murmured, "I often think that if you hadn't married me in this life, and instead found a better woman, things might have turned out far better for you. Husband, you are a man of great capabilities. You only settled for a simple life with me because you cared for me. Sometimes I wonder... if I'm the one who ruined your life."

Zhao Yuqing stiffened at her words and immediately argued back, "How could you say that? Out of the millions of people in this world, I, Zhao Yuqing, have never given my heart to another woman. I fell for you and you alone, and love needs no grand reason. I have never once felt that you ruined my life, nor have I ever regretted a thing. You are my wife. You are the only person who truly matters to me in this life."

Tang Yun held his hand tightly in silence.

Growing old often made a person's thoughts overly complicated, driving them to dwell on countless questions.

This emotional tribulation had been completely uneventful—in fact, it had been remarkably blissful and fulfilling.

But Zhao Yuqing knew that the end had finally arrived.

Another year passed.

It was a bad year. A severe drought struck, and the crops in their fields withered and died.

An entire year of Zhao Yuqing's hard labor was wiped out completely.

Fortunately, they still had grain saved up at home to tide them over. But then, tragedy struck again.

Tang Yun fell severely ill twice in a row—first catching a terrible chill, followed by heatstroke.

Over the course of just two months, all the color drained from her face, leaving her impossibly frail.

"Husband..."

Zhao Yuqing gripped his wife's hand tightly. He stared blankly at her, fully realizing that the true trial of this Tribulation had arrived.

He knew full well that this was an emotional tribulation.

Knowing full well he was powerless to reverse heaven, he had often told himself that this tragic end was predetermined and that he should face it with calm acceptance. Yet, now that the final moment was upon him, Zhao Yuqing's heart inevitably descended into chaos.

He had never been so panicked in his life.

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