Man Yue listened as Chen Changsheng explained bit by bit.
She couldn’t help asking, “How long have you thought about all this?”
“Not very long.”
Chen Changsheng said, “I heard about it years ago.”
“Heard about it?”
Man Yue replied, “There was no Underworld in the past. Where did you hear it?”
Chen Changsheng said, “There’s a book in the Mortal World called Journey to the West. It had some records.”
“Oh…”
Man Yue stopped wondering then.
She didn’t dig deeper, picking up the blueprint instead. “I’ll help you finish these later.”
Chen Changsheng nodded. “Thank you, Miss Manyue.”
Man Yue advised, “Just focus on your Cultivation.”
“Of course.”
For Chen Changsheng, Cultivation was a long and tough journey.
But things were far from over yet.
The Path of Reincarnation might have taken shape now, but that didn’t mean it could free him from the Mayfly Curse.
The current Path of Reincarnation was like a pass without an official seal — ultimately useless.
That is, it still hadn’t been given true meaning.
Only by spreading the name of the Underworld everywhere would it be recognized by Heaven and Earth.
And this needed to happen soon.
The longer he waited, the more complications might arise.
Chen Changsheng clearly sensed that Heaven and Earth had noticed this place. They probably knew the Path of Reincarnation had begun to form too.
Apart from creating the Reincarnation path, everything else had gone smoothly. That made him suspicious.
Perhaps Heaven and Earth wanted to reap the rewards without doing the work.
The real challenges were still ahead.
Whether it was the Yellow Springs or the missing “seal,” the road ahead might be full of danger.
He needed to find another way.
He couldn’t keep waiting like this.
If he waited until he got all his Magical Power back, it’d be too late.
Chen Changsheng looked up and saw wisps of the Path of Reincarnation, formed by the rules of the world, floating in his palm.
‘About Magical Power…’
‘Maybe I can use Reincarnation for something…’
A bold idea flashed through his mind.
Why not borrow power from others to restore his own?
But to do that, he first needed to fully complete the Underworld.
It was a tricky plan, risky yet possible. Though it wasn’t easy.
But the thought soon faded. It was too dangerous! With his current abilities, how could he fight Heavenly Dao? If Heavenly Dao then turned on him, the whole plan of borrowing power would vanish like smoke. He didn’t trust it.
Still, he needed to go to the Mortal World first.
Start with the easiest step.
But…
how to get there?
This troubled Chen Changsheng.
The Southern Garden was incredibly far from the Mortal World.
Thinking hard, he suddenly remembered something.
“Listen to Rain.”
He called.
The Rain-Listening Sword hanging in the room shot out to hover beside him.
Chen Changsheng smiled. “I nearly forgot about you.”
Long ago, he’d stored strands of his hair inside this sword. They must still hold unused Magical Power.
Chen Changsheng said, “I, Chen Changsheng, have lost my power now. I might have to borrow the Magical Power inside the sword.”
The sword brushed his cheek softly, showing affection.
Chen Changsheng laughed lightly. “I’ll pay you back someday.”
The sword shook gently, seeming to say no need.
“Then let’s visit the Mortal World.”
Chen Changsheng chuckled as he stood up.
He paused, glancing at the well. Should he tell Miss Manyue? Probably not.
Recently, she had become more talkative, almost as if afraid he’d die. If she stopped him now, he’d truly be stuck.
The gate of the Thirty-Three Heavens opened again.
Chen Changsheng used the Magical Power of the Rain-Listening Sword to cast an underwater breathing charm.
He traveled all the way from the valley deep in the ocean floor to the surface of the Desolate Sea.
Chen Changsheng looked up at the sky. Heaven and Earth stayed quiet, letting him breathe in relief.
His guess must have been right.
Heavenly Dao really was waiting to harvest everything later.
He lifted his hand to try the Decree Art.
“By my Decree: wind cease! Sea calm!”
As he spoke, the Power of Heaven and Earth descended. The violent waves instantly calmed. The surrounding wind froze mid-blow.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng muttered, “Just as I thought…”
Heavenly Dao wasn’t in a hurry to act yet.
The Decree Art worked for now. But the moment Heavenly Dao decided to betray him, it would become useless. He still needed to rely on his own strength eventually.
But at least, until the Underworld was fully formed, Heavenly Dao probably wouldn’t harm him.
Chen Changsheng mounted his sword and said, “Listen to Rain, let’s move. Head to the nearest Skyship Dock!”
The Magical Power in the Rain-Listening Sword was limited. He had to use it carefully.
Chen Changsheng flew his sword southward, planning to take a Sky Skiff back to the Mortal World.
………
When Man Yue returned from the well to the Southern Garden…
she found the courtyard empty, with no sign of Chen Changsheng inside the house either.
She paused, feeling only helplessness at his sudden departure.
“You’re out of your mind…”
Man Yue sighed, then said no more.
She just thought Chen Changsheng acted too impatiently, unlike his old self.
It reminded her of an old man lost in youth’s memories… seeing himself as young again.
Like a child’s mind.
.
.
Chen Changsheng traveled by Rain-Listening Sword over the Desolate Sea for half an hour. The Cultivation World remained distant.
Midway, he heard a shout:
“Sword Immortal, please wait!!”
Chen Changsheng turned around.
A Water Demon chased him across the waves.
Chen Changsheng frowned. He gripped the Rain-Listening Sword warily.
As the Water Demon drew near, it seemed delighted to have found the right person. It bowed hastily. “This little demon greets Your Excellency.”
Chen Changsheng was puzzled. “You are…?”
“Your Excellency,” the demon replied eagerly, “I serve under Demon King Mo Yu of North Cang. I recognized your figure just now and called out. Forgive this interruption.”
Chen Changsheng finally understood. “Your Great King… a Mo Yu True Dragon?”
“Exactly!”
The demon added quickly, “Our Great King ordered us: If we see Your Excellency over the Desolate Sea, we must ask you to meet him. Other brothers have spotted you before, but you moved too fast. We’ve missed you many times.”
He bowed deeper. “Please visit our manor! Our Great King misses you greatly and often wishes to reminisce with you.”
Chen Changsheng murmured, “Mo Yu…”
He considered for a moment. “Please lead the way.”
Pure joy flooded the little demon’s face. “This way, Your Excellency!”
What heaven-sent merit this was!
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