Chapter 1806: The Ancient Immortal Tribulation, Cleared!
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Beyond Wanggu, at the boundary line, Xu Qing stood in the starry sky, holding the seven-colored lantern aloft.
Before him lay the boundless cosmos; behind him, Wanggu entwined with Desolate.
And he—standing on the dividing line—gazed coldly ahead, raising the lantern high.
"Furthermore, from this moment onward... all chess pieces of your schemes within Wanggu must depart!"
"Those who remain... I will uproot them, one by one!"
His voice rippled outward, carrying the authority of the Fate Divine Aspect fused within his divine form. It imprinted itself upon the rules of the Ninth Star Ring.
His Ordinance Law power, woven through dimensions, echoed across past, present, and future—through all timelines, all parallels, and the consciousness of every living being.
The lantern in his hand seemed to resonate, its glow intensifying.
Countless divine senses converged upon Xu Qing from across time and space, focusing on him... and the lantern he held.
Upon closer inspection—
The lantern’s frame was crafted from special baked clay, its patterns naturally formed, swirling with mystical light.
Its shade was woven from seven-colored spiritual silk, shifting hues like a dream, as if condensing the brilliance of all realms within.
This was the Venerable Immortal’s treasure given to Xu Qing by Grandmaster Bai before he left the Fifth Star Ring!
But the true terror of this treasure lay in its wick—
A Venerable God’s eye!
Its power was monstrous. Sensing the divine senses probing It, the eye suddenly flashed.
A Venerable God’s divine authority silently expanded.
Entropy.
Entropy—the process of all things descending from order into chaos. This divine authority could alter the very nature of all existence through increase or decrease.
Now, under its sweep, ninety-nine percent of the probing divine senses instantly disintegrated. Faint, agonized wails echoed through the void.
Expressionless, Xu Qing turned, lantern in hand, and walked back toward Wanggu.
In the starry sky, surrounded by darkness, his figure—illuminated by the lantern’s glow—appeared to the powerful beings of the Ninth Star Ring like a blazing fire in the night.
Brilliant. Awe-inspiring.
Thus, the golden Mother River flowing through the northern star ring erupted in violent waves. Countless massive golden divine eyes opened within Its currents, all gazing coldly at Wanggu... at Xu Qing.
Among the waves, multi-colored lotuses rose and fell. Countless figures stood solemnly upon them, as if awaiting divine decree.
Most lotuses bore five colors; six-colored ones were rarer, seven-colored even more so. As for eight-colored lotuses—only four existed.
Upon one of these eight-colored lotuses, the God of Wishes lifted Its head, golden light flickering in Its eyes.
Yet, in the end, despite the gathered gods’ anticipation, the Mother River slowly closed Its massive eyes.
The river’s turbulence gradually settled. But... the schemes It had planted within Wanggu remained intact!
A similar scene unfolded in the depths of the eastern star ring.
The star ring’s eastern part held no stars, no light—only an abyss of darkness where neither sound nor color seemed to exist.
An endless accumulation of curses festered there, dating back to antiquity.
At the abyss’s heart, the source of all curses, an indescribable behemoth slumbered.
It did not open Its eyes, but the curses surrounding It stirred restlessly.
Then came the black pagoda standing tall in the southern Ninth Star Ring. A divine murmur resonated from within—indescribable, meaningless, as if formed from countless gods harmonizing with the void.
Threads of connection stretched from the pagoda to Wanggu, each representing a scheme laid across ages.
But now, these threads trembled... and one by one, snapped apart.
At each break, phantom figures appeared—humans, nonhumans, even artifacts—all now severed from their ties to the pagoda.
Unlike the Mother River and the behemoth, the black pagoda had chosen... surrender.
Among the severed phantoms, one figure stood out—
Xu Qing’s Third Senior Brother!
Of Wanggu’s Venerable Gods, aside from Desolate, four others existed.
Now, the Mother River, the behemoth, and the black pagoda had each made Their choices. Only the paper figurine seated in meditation in the western starry ring remained motionless.
Yet within Its body—an infinite cosmos of folded paper—countless paper figures rose from crumpled paper stars, converging toward the center of each universe.
"My path with him... differs from the others."
"There is no retreat."
A voice like rustling paper rasped through the paper realms.
Meanwhile, within Wanggu—
Neither cultivators nor mortals could pierce the heavenly seal with their divine senses to perceive the celestial battle.
But the gods, due to Their unique system, had witnessed everything.
And now, every god across Wanggu trembled inwardly.
Their auras instantly withdrew, even those enshrined by mighty races.
The power Xu Qing had displayed was enough to make even gods shudder.
"Wanggu... will change rulers."
As the gods murmured, as all races tensed, as humanity’s cultivators waited in anticipation—
Ripples spread across the sky above the human imperial capital.
Multicolored light descended, bathing all living beings.
Within that radiance, Xu Qing’s figure stepped forward, crossing the starry sky, passing through the seal, and appearing high above.
Standing there, his gaze swept over the familiar faces below before he spoke softly:
"The Ancient Immortal Tribulation... has been cleared."
Silence.
Then—an eruption of euphoria like never before.
Tension gave way to exhilaration; suppression burst into jubilation; despair transformed into radiant hope.
Zhou Zhengli and others were the first to kneel in reverence.
Next came the Empress, then all of humanity, followed by every race across Wanggu—all prostrating toward the heavens.
Old Master Seventh’s eyes shone with pride and infinite emotion as he gazed at Xu Qing. He knew the path ahead for his disciple would be unprecedented... and arduous.
The thought filled him with both pride and heartache.
He raised his hand and smacked the back of Erniu’s head.
"All you do is eat! How are you still so useless after all this time?!"
Erniu clutched his head, aggrieved.
Xu Qing observed this, but his divine sense had already spread across the entire Wanggu.
He looked toward Fenghai County, gazing upon old friends, then into the underground palace’s Phoenix Hall where Zi Xuan’s eyes slowly opened...
He turned his gaze to Yinghuang Province, then the Moon Offering Region.
Near the ruins of the old apothecary, beside the figures of the Crown Prince and others, his eyes lingered on Ling’er.
After these silent observations, he looked toward the outer seas.
There, a lone boat drifted.
Within it, the fluctuations of a True God brewed—on the verge of emerging.
Jade Flowing Dust’s story had succeeded... partially.
Originally at the peak of the Divine Platform, He had now completed most of the rituals needed for ascension.
His rise to the True God realm was imminent.
Finally, Xu Qing’s gaze settled upon...
The Sky Devouring Region—shrouded in thick mist!
Within this region lay a mysterious kingdom.
A nation drawn back from antiquity, its people resurrected through cycles of reincarnation.
Its name—the Purple Green Kingdom!
At the heart of its imperial palace stood a colossal statue—
Desolate’s effigy.
Behind it, within the grand hall, upon the dragon throne—
A figure clad in imperial robes reclined, one hand supporting his chin as if in slumber.
His features bore striking resemblance to Xu Qing’s, save for the eerie aura about him.
As Xu Qing’s gaze fell upon him, the figure’s lips curled into a smile.
Slowly, he lowered his hand, stretched lazily, then lifted his head to meet Xu Qing’s gaze through the heavens.
A soft chuckle escaped him.
"Little Brother... you’ve finally grown to this point."
"I’ve waited so long for this day."
"I await your arrival."
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