Chapter 468 - 385: Unstoppable Might
In the Seven Mystic Cave, Taiyuan stood facing Meng Tianjun and Chiyang Emperor.
The three were the paramount figures in Central Province, needing no superfluous words. After a few casual mentions about the Celestial Desolate Divine Master’s Crossing the Tribulation, they set a meeting five hundred years later at the Tribulation Crossing Land.
As he watched the two transform into streams of light and vanish into the distance, Taiyuan swung his sleeve fiercely, and three thousand six hundred Yellow Turban Warriors emerged in response.
These warriors were condensed by him with the Terminus Dao Rhyme. They stood twelve feet tall, with faces like heavy dates, wielding giant axes, and their landing caused the ruins of the Seven Mystic Cave to tremble slightly.
"Inventory the Seven Mystic Cave’s Treasure Vault. All treasures with Spiritual Rhyme are to be collected."
Taiyuan’s voice was calm, yet the Yellow Turban Warriors all bowed in unison to receive the command, striding heavily towards the Grotto Heaven’s hidden treasure pavilion.
Chen Sheng stood aside, watching the Yellow Turban Warriors methodically transport treasures. Just as he was about to speak, Taiyuan’s deep voice sounded:
"If you don’t kill the snake, it will bite back. Sparing him today will lead to revenge later. It would be better to end it once and for all."
Chen Sheng nodded: "I understand, senior brother."
But Taiyuan gently shook his head, his gaze falling on him, continuing to instruct:
"If you had informed us about the Seven Mystic issue earlier, why face such threats alone?"
"Our Dao Vein stands strong by being branches connected by shared breath. There’s no need to face crises alone; call upon your senior brothers to share the burden. That’s the confidence a Major Sect’s True Inheritor should have."
Cold Monarch patted Chen Sheng’s shoulder with a hearty laugh:
"The senior brother is right! Next time you encounter someone blind, just send word. I’ll make sure they regret it!"
Meteor Star also nodded, a rare hint of gentleness appearing on his stern face: "We all have communication imprints in our secluded places of cultivation; they can be reached in an instant without concern."
Chen Sheng’s heart warmed, nodding lightly. He rarely invited trouble and was used to handling everything personally, indeed not fitting into the role of a Major Sect’s True Inheritor.
Face the smaller enemy, then the greater one—this is the confidence the Sect’s backing provides.
...
In the blink of an eye, five hundred years, Chen Sheng returned to his mansion in the Imperial Skies City and fully focused on breaking through the Third Volume of Terminus.
In the mansion, Yin Yang Qi spiraled into a Tai Chi formation, and the phantom of the Great Void Domain revolved around him, the momentum of the Dao Domain’s rotation growing heavier.
Yet no matter how he deduced, he was always short of that opportunity to break through the window paper’s thin barrier.
Meanwhile, the three of Taiyuan dispersed, either traveling famous mountains and great rivers to comprehend the heavenly law or visiting old friends to exchange insights, only to gradually return to Imperial Skies City as the Tribulation Crossing period approached.
"Let’s go, my three junior brothers."
Taiyuan, draped in a gray robe, stood hands behind his back on the clouds. Meng Tianjun and Chiyang Emperor were already waiting not far away.
Chen Sheng and the other three responded by advancing, slicing through the sky, flying toward the Jade Vault Mountains at the far west of Central Province—where the Celestial Desolate Divine Master had chosen as the Tribulation Crossing Land.
Before reaching the Jade Vault, they saw the void already crowded with figures.
There were Refining Void Ten Tribulation Great Powers from the Spirit Realm, and even leaders of Longevity’s Tenth Layer from the Taiyi Realm, and many rarely seen Twelve Tribulation existences.
Seeing Taiyuan’s arrival, everyone respectfully saluted: "Emperor Yuan!"
"Fellow Taoist Taiyuan!"
Taiyuan smiled and nodded, returning the greetings one by one, while introducing the three of Chen Sheng to the crowd.
Soon, Chen Sheng made his official appearance among Central Province’s top cultivators.
...
"It’s here!"
Someone murmured in a low voice, prompting everyone to quickly look up.
In the western sky, countless pure-blood True Dragons roared, with their scales gleaming with a glazed luster under the sun, each possessing the power to move mountains and fill seas.
Beneath the True Dragons, they drew a golden war chariot forged from Nine Heavens Mysterious Gold. The chariot was engraved with sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers, the rolling wheels causing ripples in the void.
Around the chariot, countless divine and demonic beings stood guard, some wielding giant axes to cleave the clouds, others carrying long swords to summon Star Power, with ferocity and sacred light weaving into a formidable force.
A Refining Void Great Power cultivator couldn’t help but exclaim: "What a grand spectacle!"
Beside him, a Longevity leader replied with a light laugh:
"Friend of the Celestial Desolate is, after all, the master of the Celestial Desolate Divine Court, ruling ten thousand races, not like our solitary selves. Such a spectacle is hardly excessive."
On the golden war chariot, a tall figure stood up slowly.
This person wore a purple-gold imperial robe, with a resolute face and eyes as bright as the sun and moon, surrounded by thousands of rays of light—it was the Celestial Desolate Divine Master.
His gaze swept over the void’s numerous cultivators, nodding slightly as it landed on Taiyuan and the Twelve Tribulation Great Powers, and, across the void, he saluted:
"Thank you, fellow Taoists, for witnessing. Celestial Desolate is eternally grateful!"
With that, the Celestial Desolate Divine Master’s form suddenly expanded, transforming into a towering Primordial Divine Spirit.
This divine spirit’s form was boundless, surrounded by countless Dao Principles, each transforming into a rushing river, flowing with an ancient aura.
Even more astonishing was the Dao Domain unfolding around him—a Dao Domain enveloping the sky.
There were thirty-three heavens, each more vast than the last, a supreme emperor seated atop the thirty-third heaven, holding weapons, wielding control over killing.
This was the Celestial Desolate Divine Master’s unrivaled Celestial Desolate Dao Domain!
"Watch closely, everyone. Today, I shall cross this Thirteenth Longevity Dao Tribulation!"
The Celestial Desolate Divine Master’s voice echoed like thunder across the world. With that, he raised his hand, fiercely drawing toward the heavens above.
Instantly, the world changed color.
The clouds in the heavens above were forcibly torn asunder. Between heaven and earth, a giant primordial eye slowly emerged, its pupil chaos-colored, reflecting the birth and death of all things, a pressure suppressing eternity descending from above.