Immortal Travel of Longevity

Chen Changsheng returned to Flowing Cloud Temple. The Power of Worship in his hand transformed into three sticks of Incense and Candles, which fell onto the table in the Main Hall of Flowing Cloud Temple.

These three sticks of Incense and Candles were only kept there.

From now on, all such worship would belong to the next City God of Donglin Quarter.

As for that Badger Demon, three hundred years wasn’t something to be said lightly.

Chenghuang saw Mr. Chen return alone, so he revealed himself and said, “Sir, you seem to have come back a bit earlier.”

Chen Changsheng said, “Staying there wasn’t any fun, so it was better to come back and read books.”

Chenghuang seemed to want to say something to get closer to Mr. Chen, but when he thought about it, he didn’t know what to say.

Chen Changsheng saw how awkward he looked and couldn’t help but smile. “If you don’t know what to say, don’t force it. Once you enter Flowing Cloud Temple, just cultivate well. Do what you enjoy.”

After hearing this, Chenghuang froze for a moment, then nodded to Mr. Chen.

Chen Changsheng patted him on the shoulder, then walked toward the backyard. Chenghuang watched Mr. Chen’s back from afar.

He remained silent. It wasn’t good with words, that was truly him. He just kept all this quietly in his heart.

Meeting Mr. Chen was a huge Providence.

Chen Changsheng, back in the backyard, took out brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and laid them out on the table in the Long Pavilion.

Grinding the ink and licking the brush, Chen Changsheng paused slightly.

A dot of ink landed on the paper, then he lowered the brush to cover it.

“The Path of Divine Incense brings blessings for ages. Ghost Deities use it, causing storms, the City God protects the people in the Civic District, the Righteous Mountain Deity guards the rivers and mountains, bridging the gap between life and death. Later, a Flood Dragon underwent Water Crossing, turning into a Dragon, becoming the Dragon Lord and Water Deity on the Human Dao…”

“Thus, the Path of Divine Incense is for godhood, not a cage or a small path, but the Great Dao!”

He wrote stroke by stroke, as if a storm was rising.

Above Flowing Cloud Temple, dark clouds suddenly gathered, and a shadow covered the temple.

Seeing that this was wrong, Chenghuang took on his true form and stood on top of the temple, staring at the dark clouds.

In them, it seemed lightning flashed and thunder boomed, with Heavenly Might trembling toward him.

“Heaven and Earth’s Lightning Tribulation?”

Chenghuang froze in a daze, snapped out of it, and turned to look at Mr. Chen, who was still writing in the backyard.

This Heaven and Earth’s Lightning Tribulation was probably aimed at the sir.

It was very likely because of what Mr. Chen was writing.

Chen Changsheng seemed to sense the commotion; he looked up, thought for a bit, but seemed not to care and kept writing.

The more he wrote, the denser the dark clouds grew.

The rumbling thunder grew clearer and louder.

Thunder roared, and Heavenly Might trembled.

“Boom…”

A wild wind swirled around the mountain, and the door of Flowing Cloud Temple banged loudly in the gale.

Chenghuang quickly cast a spell to calm the wind inside the temple, so Mr. Chen could write on peacefully.

He saw the thunderclouds get denser, and his worry grew.

“What exactly is Mr. Chen writing…”

Chenghuang’s heart tightened; with such Heavenly Might gathering, something amazing was probably going to appear.

“The true deities of Heaven and Earth come from the Heavenly Dao, from all living things, from the mountains and rivers…”

“Worship connects the three realms, directly to the Great Dao. With godhood and the spirit of offerings, one can peer into Heaven and Earth!”

“Boom!!”

Thunder crashed loudly.

The wind howled fiercely.

Chenghuang faced the wind and suddenly felt a bit strained.

“Sir…”

Chenghuang knew he couldn’t stay there any longer.

Chen Changsheng looked up and said, “Go ahead, and also protect the people of Autumn Moon Market to prevent trouble.”

Chenghuang’s lips slightly opened; he nodded and said, “Sir, please be careful!”

After Chenghuang left, Chen Changsheng bowed his head and kept writing the chapter.

It was supposed to be broad daylight, but the sky overhead turned dim, as if day became night in a blink.

Naturally, this change startled the people of Autumn Moon Market.

“Why is the sky like this?”

“It’s a bit eerie…”

“It might be a big rain!”

The people of Autumn Moon Market began packing up, bringing their dried grains and crops inside their homes.

After the racket, Autumn Moon Market fell quiet. Every household closed doors and windows, staying inside, waiting for the rain.

“Clank.”

A sword cry sounded; the Rain-Listening Sword guarded Mr. Chen’s side.

Such a chapter method was against the Heavenly Dao, so summoning a Lightning Tribulation was no surprise.

“Boom!!”

Lightning flashed overhead.

Heaven and Earth’s anger had been building for a long time.

Chen Changsheng saw the Lightning Tribulation about to strike and paused his brush for now.

“Summon, Third Prince Nezha!”

“Summon, True Lord Erlang of Jiangkou!”

“Summon, Lei Zhenzi, the Child of Mantis!”

“Summon, the Eight Immortals of the Daoist Sect!”

Tens of Golden Light beams became several figures that landed beside Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng spoke: “I ask everyone to protect my way.”

“We guard the sir’s way!”

They bowed in reply, then leaped up to guard all sides of Flowing Cloud Temple.

Chen Changsheng could also write on in peace.

This shock was serious; Heaven and Earth’s Lightning Tribulation wasn’t common. In the last thousand years, it only happened a few times. Once, a Flood Dragon’s Ascend as Dragon via Flood was a great Providence.

This Lightning Tribulation now was many times stronger than that dragon overcoming the tribulation.

“Boom!!!”

Lightning exploded, purple arcs flashing, and struck right at Flowing Cloud Temple.

Each Immortal held their position, all using Daoist Arts.

That Lightning Tribulation was blocked before it fell on Flowing Cloud Temple.

But this was only the first bolt.

The Pure Yang Ancestor looked at the Heavenly Might overhead and said, “This Lightning Tribulation is very strong. With such Heavenly Might, there are probably three more bolts.”

“All Daoist Friends, please do your best.”

“Of course.”

These dozen or so Immortals, not from this world, brought out their best skills and showed their Magical Artifacts.

Chen Changsheng sped up his writing brushwork.

The Lightning Tribulation was a problem; he had to finish writing before these Immortals faded.

“Boom!!”

“Boom!”

“Boom!!”

Three more Lightning Tribulations fell in a blink, each stronger than the last, quickly overwhelming the Immortals who had been resisting.

“There’s more…”

The Pure Yang Ancestor had a grim look and said, “We’ll give our all and can take one more!”

The Immortals didn’t retreat; they prepared for the next bolt.

Right then, the last character was written.

Chen Changsheng sighed with relief, stood up, and looked at the Immortals overhead.

“Thank you all.”

Chen Changsheng said that, then added, “Next, leave it to me.”

The Immortals exchanged looks, uncertain.

The Third Prince spoke: “Sir, are you sure?”

“Rest easy.”

Chen Changsheng said that, then raised his hand. He saw them bow to him and each scatter as a beam of Golden Light.

The Lightning Tribulation was about to strike.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand and gripped the Rain-Listening Sword; his robe ruffled, and he flew upward.

He just heard a calm voice say:

“Come then.”