enjoyebooks Chapter 621 - 485: Tracing the Past (Part 2)
Chapter 621 - 485: Tracing the Past (Part 2)
Countless spiritual qi is violently raging, forming storms of spiritual qi that tear through the void, leaving mountains and rivers in ashes, life devastated.
A disaster resembling the end of the world has descended!
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At the pinnacle of the vast Great Wilderness, shrouded in mist and clouds, lies the seat of the Celestial Desolate Emperor’s court.
Palaces are on the verge of collapse, even countless restrictions cannot hold against such a world-ending calamity!
The beams are fractured, the floor tiles shattered, the glory of the past is no more.
The current Celestial Desolate Emperor stands on the high platform outside the hall, gazing at the scene of the earth collapsing and disaster qi spreading, ultimately letting out a heavy and helpless sigh:
"The hundred-thousand-year foundation of the imperial court is about to be ruined by my hand!"
"What can be done, what can be done!"
In his hand, he holds an ancient treasure mirror, the supreme treasure of the imperial court, the Heaven’s Jewel Mirror, from which light flows, forming a weak domain channel.
On both sides of the channel, the last batch of core members guarding this place stands in neat rows, their faces heavy, eyes full of reluctance and despair.
Behind them is their home, protected by generations, now facing the threat of annihilation.
The Celestial Desolate Emperor withdraws his gaze, his voice hoarse yet carrying undeniable authority, reaching the ears of each core member:
"Go!"
He gazes at the collapsing heavens and earth, a trace of sadness flickering in his eyes, adding:
"This realm is no longer fit for us to survive!"
"Take the inheritance of the imperial court and leave, head to the Nine Sun Realm left by the ancestors, continue the flame of my Celestial Desolate line!"
As his words fall, he fully activates the Heaven’s Jewel Mirror.
Buzz~
The mirror bursts with dazzling light, stabilizing the domain channel. Everyone takes one last look at their home, turns around, and steps into the channel.
As the Celestial Desolate Emperor enters last, the light of Heaven’s Jewel Mirror gradually fades, and the domain channel slowly closes.
Between heaven and earth, all that remains is a ruined imperial court, gradually swallowed by disaster qi amidst the roars of the falling heavens and earth.
Chen Sheng’s will floats above the river of light and shadow, quietly watching this scene, nodding gently:
"Indeed, the legacy is not broken!"
Chen Sheng had long foreseen this.
With the solid foundation he laid back then, and the protection of the Heaven’s Jewel Mirror, the Celestial Abyss imperial court, even amidst turmoil, is certainly without worry.
At the same time, the golden seal in his palm has become dim and dull, the sorrowful Dao echo shaking the surroundings, seeming to reach a critical point.
If this continues, the origin foundation of the golden seal will be harmed!
The Mang Mountain Monarch beside him looks at the golden seal in deep pain, thoughts flashing through his mind:
"Put it down!"
"Be gentle, don’t use it too harshly!"
Yet Chen Sheng remains resolutely determined.
The collapse of heaven and earth and the cultivators’ struggles over the past 130,000 years are merely fleeting moments in the light for him, not truly what he holds dear.
"Continue!"
With these two words, the law follows his speech!
The heavens and earth tremble accordingly, a Dao echo resounding through the void.
The golden seal erupts with dazzling rays once more, like a golden sun crossing ancient and modern times, breaking through the barriers of time, and tracing back to an even earlier past.
Countless light and shadow move rapidly within Chen Sheng’s consciousness, frame by frame interwoven.
As if to unfold all the past of this world from creation to decline before his eyes.
His gaze penetrates layers of the fog of time, reaching the peak era of the Celestial Abyss Realm before the destructive tribulation.
In the next moment, a magnificent scene unfolds with a roar.
The Celestial Abyss imperial court stands majestically at the top of the Great Wilderness, palaces stretching ten thousand miles, imperial court dragon flags fluttering, the might spreading in all directions, intimidating the universe.
The Celestial Abyss imperial court rules over trillions of living beings across the Great Wilderness Four Domains, granting numerous Small Thousand Worlds, a scene of prosperity.
Further tracing back, he sees his own shadow, as well as the familiar figures in the light shadows gradually becoming clear.
The descendants of his past life, Peng Xuan, Peng Xiao, and others, wearing imperial robes, governing each realm, with steady demeanor.
Hu Qing, Kong Ling, and other gentle wives stand in the palace, smiling softly, managing the affairs of the harem...
Chen Sheng’s gaze sweeps over them, occasionally nodding softly:
"After I left, the descendants are satisfactory, steadily progressing, with generations of Refining Void Great Powers guarding this foundation."
He gazes at the magnificent scene of the imperial court and sighs softly:
"If not for this unwarranted calamity, severing the spirit vein and shattering the heavenly heart, perhaps this glory could have continued."
The source-tracing power does not stop, and light and shadow continue to surge.
In an instant, he skips over the imperial court years of his past life, beyond the undeveloped dual souls, entering the era of the Micro-Image True Monarch.
It was the time before his imperial achievements when he still cultivated in the Three Elements Dao Sect, forming clan memories.
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Three Elements Dao Sect, Yunlan Mountain.
Spiritual qi pervades the mountains, ancient pines twist, clear springs babble and flow.
Midway up the mountain, on the Cloud Platform, an old figure slowly ascends, none other than the eldest son, Chen Xixing.
His hair and beard are white, his breath weakened like a candle in the wind, showing the decrepit old age.
On the Cloud Platform, several young disciples sit cross-legged in cultivation, surrounded by faint spiritual qi, full of vitality.
Chen Xixing watches this scene, soft light appearing in his murky eyes, past scenes flashing in his mind:
Hundreds of siblings gathered at the Cloud Platform, father Micro-Image Daoist standing in the center, guiding their cultivation, with clear Dao sounds and surging spiritual qi.
At that time, Yunlan Mountain was filled with laughter and cheer, a scene of exuberance.
"Year after year, flowers remain similar, year after year, people change!"
Chen Xixing murmurs softly, his voice hoarse and full of endless vicissitudes.
He raises his hand to touch the stone railing beside him, which still bears the names carved by the brothers back then, now blurred by the passage of time.