Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

The immortal path is rugged, a solitary journey.

The Great Dao is lonely; as one ascends high and gazes afar, all mountains appear small. At Zheng Yi’s current level, he is destined to walk this road alone.

The emperor claims loneliness and singularity, calling himself the solitary one.

But isn’t that the same for a cultivator?!

Especially now, at Zheng Yi’s level, he can be considered the first below the Heavenly Dao, standing above countless beings. From the moment he embarked on the path of cultivation, he was destined to walk the Great Dao alone.

Zheng Yi did not speak; he only nodded quietly. The seemingly silent surroundings gave an oppressively heavy feeling.

For a moment, father and daughter remained silent. The calm aura made it somewhat difficult to breathe.

"Will I still be able to see you?!"

After a moment, Zheng Xianzi spoke up.

"If fate allows, we shall meet! When I reach the highest peak, I will be watching you!"

After hearing this, Zheng Yi lowered his head and softly said.

"I’m leaving!"

He gently placed his palm on Zheng Xianzi’s head, lightly ruffled her hair, and then Zheng Yi’s figure mysteriously disappeared.

It was as if he vanished out of thin air, without any warning or fluctuation, seemingly as natural and unfathomable as the Heavenly Dao.

It no longer resembled magic but rather golden words that moved the rules with him.

It gave a sense of inexplicable depth.

"Father, I will follow in your footsteps and eventually stand before you."

The seemingly young Zheng Xianzi said resolutely.

...

Above the void, Zheng Yi looked down at his daughter, still looking up at the sky, and sighed softly.

Then he stretched out his hand, pulling out a segment of memory from his divine soul, his right hand transforming into a blade shadow, directly severing it in the void, cutting down that segment of memory entirely.

When his gaze returned to his daughter below, the tenderness in his eyes vanished completely, replaced only by calm and indifference.

Boom!

In the East Origin Sea Region, the vast sea surface suddenly trembled. One giant wave after another surged towards the sky, forming a tall arch in mid-air, as if welcoming this world’s emperor.

And fierce winds rose, violent waves, torrential rain poured down, like the cry of heaven and earth, welcoming the arrival of the reigning one.

In an instant, a huge crack appeared directly above the void, and a pair of large hands tore the crack open into a giant opening. A terrifying, invincible void warship seemed to repress a world, bursting through the void, returning once more to this powerful world.

This time, Zheng Yi had completely severed his seven emotions and six desires, losing some parts of himself, even his emotions grew indifferent.

"The Great Dao is a solitary journey, Supreme Forgetting Emotions, in the heavens and on the earth, I reign supreme!"

"Unity of Heaven and Earth, I am the Primordial Emperor Venerable!"

Suddenly, a vast voice echoed across the sky, spreading over half of the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm.

This voice not only resonated between heaven and earth but echoed in everyone’s ears, in the hearts of all, even on the spiritual level.

It was like a heavenly edict appearing from the depths of everyone’s heart.

In the past, Zheng Yi, relying on his own strength and control over the general situation of the land, faced the Dark Dominator from afar with the Celestial Dao Power, both sides at a stalemate, directly splitting the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm in two.

In a way, it preserved the Cultivation World’s last half of its origin and spark.

Since then, Zheng Yi established the Celestial Palace, revered by the Ten Thousand Races as the Emperor Venerable, bringing half of the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm under his banner.

All creatures of all kinds bowed in prayer.

Even powerful Divinity Transformation Cultivators had to submit to the Celestial Palace’s control. It could be said to be unprecedented, taking full command of the world’s power.

Following this, Zheng Yi established the Four Extremes of Heaven and Earth, using them as points for each to rise a Treasure Sword, suspended for sacrifice; these were the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

This half of the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm’s fortune, worshipped by the masses, absorbed by the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

It’s no exaggeration to say Zheng Yi was operating on behalf of the Heavenly Dao, becoming the strongest ruler of this half of the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm, wielding power almost like the Heavenly Dao.

The Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm has had a twisted fate, caught in the dark catastrophe, shattered, and then manipulated by Zheng Yi, who leveraged the Heavenly Dao for himself.

Since Zheng Yi collided with the Dark Dominator, the Celestial Dao Rules split into two, and Heaven and Earth’s Will fell upon both; these two essentially mastered the general situation of the land, directly controlling this realm.

Today, Zheng Yi severed emotions and awakened, Supreme Forgetting Emotions, not to become heartless like the Heavenly Dao but to pursue a purer Dao.

Without doing so, one cannot be truly sincere and pure, nor can one merge with the Celestial Dao Power.

Unable to resist what has already parasitized half of the Celestial Dao Rules, the Dark Dominator of the Ancient Demon Dao.

When Zheng Yi’s figure reappeared between heaven and earth, the Creation Divine Ship weighed down on the land, a terrifying force sweeping in, the rolling fortune of heaven and earth rushed forth; it was the trend of the times, and was also replacing the Celestial Heart with one man’s power.

His own intent became the Celestial Dao Will.

Zheng Yi’s vast voice reached beyond the heaven and earth; his aura gradually reached its peak, slowly merging with the Celestial Dao Rules. In a moment, heaven and earth were silent, all beings prostrated themselves in worship.

The Celestial Palace’s resonant divine bell echoed.

Led by countless top cultivators, the masses all prayed to the heavens, their voices reverberating, deafening.

"Primordial Emperor Venerable, commanded by heaven, may it last forever!"

"Obey the Primordial Emperor Venerable’s decree!"

Almost simultaneously, across the vast Spirit Realms of heaven and earth, without any sense of barrier, a chorus of devoted voices echoed.

Each powerful cultivator stood in the void, bowing respectfully towards the Creation Divine Ship, as vast as the sun, that graced the heavens.

Their expressions became extremely solemn and reverent; this was a heavenly sacrifice, unprecedented changes unfolding.

In a short time, the name Primordial Emperor Venerable spread throughout the entire Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm.

To a cultivator, perhaps some did not know Zheng Yi’s true name, but to them, the Primordial Emperor Venerable was the Lord of the Celestial Palace, a great existence representing Heaven and Earth’s Will.

Boom!

In the void above, an enormous phantom appeared, standing towering into the clouds. This phantom integrated into various spaces, so much so that above half of the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm’s sky, that enormous silhouette could be seen clearly.

A pair of eyes radiating divine light, the towering phantom on the sky emitted an immense majesty, the surging aura admired by all cultivators.

Its figure stood atop the clouds, attracting reverence from most cultivators; to them, Zheng Yi was the heavens of this realm.

The grand momentum of half the Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm, at this moment, as he announced his title, fell upon Zheng Yi. If he couldn’t withstand the pressure of the Dark Dominator, then a terrifying result of failure would ensue.

It would mean that the entire Profound Celestial Cultivation Realm would wither and fall into eternal darkness until it was entirely consumed by the Ancient Demon Dao.

Better to resist than to fall into darkness.

If Emperor Venerable Zheng Yi were to triumph, then everything shall be preserved.

Amidst countless respectful prayers, the act of pilgrimage spread spontaneously in the hearts of innumerable beings across regions.

Regardless of whether the prayers were sincere or an act of pilgrimage under pressure, every cultivator took action, converging towards the vast endless ocean.

The sea spread out for countless miles, and looking far into the distance, only the endless horizon could be seen, along with the vast ocean.

The range visible to the eye was all vast and boundless, with no trace of human presence.

However, as time passed, the surface of this vast ocean began to gather a large crowd, with powerful figures from different Spirit Realms arriving on this boundless sea.