Immortal Travel of Longevity

Kong Ru watched Chen Changsheng dissipate right before his eyes.

He stood in a daze for a moment before looking down at the burning campfire.

Only at this moment did he realize how flustered and lost he was.

Where was he supposed to go?

Fellow Daoist Chen was gone. What was he supposed to do now? If he ran into a demon or a demonic cultivator, would he even survive?

And where exactly was he right now?

Kong Ru fell into deep bewilderment. He had assumed he would follow Fellow Daoist Chen for a long, long time, never needing to worry about parting ways so soon.

Yet it had happened so suddenly.

He had vanished, as silently as a breath...

...

A cycle of Reincarnation every three years—always the same, completely unchanging.

The Demon Sovereign seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He had set up a game board, waiting for Chen Changsheng's return.

To the Demon Sovereign, the brief time Chen Changsheng spent in the outside world passed in a mere flash.

Chen Changsheng stepped forward, took a seat, and asked, "What is the meaning of this?"

"The board is set. What do you think?" the Demon Sovereign retorted.

Chen Changsheng glanced at him. "Let's draw for the first move."

"Very well."

Chen Changsheng grabbed a handful of game pieces. The Demon Sovereign then placed down two black pieces, indicating an even number.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng set his pieces down. The Demon Sovereign said, "I play black. I go first."

"Alright."

Within this desolate stretch of Reincarnation, their match seemed to be the only way to pass the time.

The clack of game pieces striking the board echoed continuously.

Holding a black piece, the Demon Sovereign curled his lips into a smile. "This time, it's my turn to slay the dragon."

"You won't get that many chances," Chen Changsheng replied.

The game continued. Both played swiftly. At first, they moved at a methodical pace, but as they reached the mid-game, their moves sped up, as if the two were locked in a fierce competition.

Clack... clack... clack...

Suddenly, the game piece in the Demon Sovereign's hand slipped and clattered against the board.

He had lost.

"You let me win," Chen Changsheng said.

The Demon Sovereign shook his head. "You've never studied the game. How can your plays be this flawless?"

"It wasn't flawless," Chen Changsheng said. "You simply insisted on competing with This Chen in a fast game. At the thirty-ninth move, you clearly had an opening, but you completely missed it."

When the Demon Sovereign looked back at the board, he indeed saw the missed opportunity at the thirty-ninth move.

Chen Changsheng continued, "It was precisely your blind arrogance that gave This Chen an opening to strike. You've always believed that I am nothing more than an External Avatar born from you, incapable of making any real waves. It is exactly this arrogance..."

The Demon Sovereign stared at him. "And what about Jiuxiaozi? How do you face him? This sovereign doesn't believe you never looked down on him."

"You're wrong."

Chen Changsheng said, "This Chen was seeking his guidance. In This Chen's eyes, I am inferior to him. He relied on his own power for merging with the Dao naturally—that is not a realm This Chen can achieve. I defeated you by relying on the Dream Method; I won through a clever trick, but I have never been arrogant."

The Demon Sovereign stared blankly for a moment before pressing, "I meant from the very beginning, not just now."

Chen Changsheng asked, "Why would I ever look down on myself?"

That single question plunged the Demon Sovereign into deep thought.

He stood in a daze, realizing he truly seemed to have trapped himself in his own internal conflict.

He admitted that he had indeed underestimated Chen Changsheng.

He had always believed he was the one standing high above, the one controlling the grand scheme. He had never imagined that Chen Changsheng could slay the dragon in a single stroke on this very board. It was precisely because of this arrogance that he was now trapped within this Reincarnation, with nowhere to go.

The Demon Sovereign took a deep breath. "Another game."

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng did not refuse and sat back down.

"Draw for the first move!"

The rules remained the same, but this time, the Demon Sovereign did not dare slack off, nor did he look down on his opponent in the slightest.

He thought long and hard, pondering each subsequent move over and over.

Under these circumstances, Chen Changsheng also fell into deep contemplation, time and time again.

This game was destined to be played very, very slowly.

Down in the Mortal World.

Standing atop the city tower, Ning Bufan suddenly fainted.

"Monk?"

Yu Youyu froze for a second before hurriedly catching him.

"Monk, what are you doing?"

She was a bit dumbfounded. They had just been chatting perfectly fine—how had he passed out so suddenly?

She quickly carried Ning Bufan down the tower and found a secluded spot.

But the moment they arrived, Ning Bufan's eyes snapped open, and he sat bolt upright.

"You're awake?"

Yu Youyu blinked in confusion.

How could he faint so abruptly and wake up just as suddenly?

Ning Bufan looked at Yu Youyu.

When their eyes met, Yu Youyu was instantly taken aback.

As if possessed, she blurted out, "Who are you? You aren't Monk Ning."

Ning Bufan ignored her question. He stood up, his gaze locked onto the distant horizon.

"The catalyst has appeared..." Ning Bufan muttered.

"What catalyst? What are you talking about?"

Yu Youyu took a half-step back. Her intuition told her that the person in front of her wasn't the Monk Ning she knew at all.

Ning Bufan turned his attention to Yu Youyu. "Thank you for the rescue, Almsgiver. However, this poor monk has urgent matters to attend to right now, so I must take my leave."

As his voice faded, Ning Bufan stepped into the air and chanted softly, "Clouds, come."

An auspicious cloud gathered, and he stepped onto it.

Yu Youyu didn't try to chase him. She just watched the scene unfold in blank bewilderment.

Since when did this monk have such abilities?

She stood dazed for a long time. But in the next moment, a wave of the world's Daoist rhyme suddenly focused its attention on this place.

In a split second, a profound sense of lethal danger blanketed Yu Youyu's entire body.

When she looked up again, she saw a thunder tribulation brewing high in the heavens, seemingly aimed straight at this spot.

Yet that sensation of being watched vanished as quickly as it had come.

Yu Youyu gasped heavily for air, her forehead slick with cold sweat.

"Just now..."

She didn't even know what had just happened.

Was that the will of heaven and earth?

Why?

Why had such a massive disturbance been summoned?

This surge of the world's will was sensed by many cultivators as well.

The first one to rush over was Xiao Dongxu.

He cultivated the path of yin and yang and was well-versed in ancient word edicts; he couldn't be more familiar with the sensation of this worldly Daoist rhyme.

"What happened?" Xiao Dongxu asked.

Yu Youyu immediately explained the entire sequence of events to him.

After hearing her out, Xiao Dongxu fell into deep thought.

He frowned slightly, a few guesses forming in his mind.

"How much do you know about that monk?"

"Not much."

Xiao Dongxu thought for a moment before saying, "Anyone capable of drawing down heavenly punishment is absolutely no ordinary or kind figure. I'm afraid this friend of yours isn't nearly as straightforward as he appears."

Yu Youyu froze, unable to stop herself from considering the implications.

"Are you saying he's a demonic cultivator?"

"It's a possibility."

Xiao Dongxu, meanwhile, turned over what Yu Youyu had told him.

'The catalyst? What catalyst?'

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