Capítulo 1939: Chapter 1940: Immortal Emperor Fu Xi

“In this world, there’s no such thing as an act without consequence. Perhaps you’ve indeed shattered your predetermined destiny, but what is the price you must pay? Heh.”

Cui Manlou left behind his final words as his figure began to become illusory. Just as Su Chengyu sensed something was amiss and wanted to act, the peculiar aura of Cui Manlou had already transformed into a plume of black smoke and vanished before Su Chengyu’s eyes.

Su Chengyu wanted to step forward, but Yang Junmo held him back.

“Forget it. That guy is doing this on purpose,” he said.

Su Chengyu remained silent, his heart full of unease. He glanced sideways at Yu Yanshu, who averted her gaze, making Su Chengyu feel even more uneasy.

“Master, Southern Xinjiang is a place of strife, filled with feasts of the Demonic Path. No matter how significant the issue, we should return first and discuss this later.”

The more Yu Yanshu spoke like this, the more Su Chengyu felt uneasy. Yet, before he could voice his stance, Xu Nanzhi also chimed in with advice.

“Yan’er is right. Uncle is still buying us time, and we should first ensure everyone’s safety,” Xu Nanzhi said.

Upon hearing Xu Nanzhi mention everyone, Su Chengyu remembered he was not alone at this moment.

Yang Junmo, Yu Shuang, Beitang Qianxiao… all these people were gathered because of their concern for him, waiting for his decision.

Reluctantly, Su Chengyu finally said, “Then let’s return to the Capital City first, Yan’er.”

“Disciple present,” she replied.

“This time, you cannot leave without permission again, did you hear?”

Yu Yanshu nodded in agreement, without saying another word.

“I will lead the way. Dragon Taoist, you can contact the people from Xia Country, right?”

“Yes.”

Long Xuan spoke, and the group finally began their grand departure from Southern Xinjiang.

Meanwhile, deeper within Southern Xinjiang.

Cui Manlou, having parted ways with Su Chengyu, wore a smile, showing no signs of his plans being thwarted.

Evidently, Su Zhedian’s suspicions were correct, as Cui Manlou had long acquired what he truly desired.

The others who followed him back knew this, yet their expressions lacked Cui Manlou’s ease.

The Silver Dragon Cave Master exchanged glances repeatedly with Qing Tian. Unfamiliar with the temperament of the new leader of the Demonic Path, he dared not speak certain words.

The latter, upon sensing Silver Dragon’s intentions, hesitated before speaking.

“Lord Cui, are we just going to let them leave like this?”

“Not let them go? What else do you expect to do? Fight them to the death here?”

“It’s not impossible.”

“Chances are not slim.”

They both spoke almost simultaneously, then exchanged a glance, evidently sharing similar thoughts.

Yet Cui Manlou only smiled gently, saying: “Do you really think they’re the only ones who came to Southern Xinjiang? Do you really think after Yang Chengyin appeared, Xia Country didn’t notice the traitor’s movements? Southern Xinjiang is indeed our territory, but if a rift opens in the current situation, we’ll have to face the wrath of all Xia Country. Zhao Xuanzhen is not as simple as you think.”

“People from Xia Country came as well?”

“Of course, if it wasn’t for Xun Ling stalling on the other side, the people from Xia Country’s Heaven Punishment Department would have infiltrated long ago. Once you make a move, they won’t stand idle.”

For the first time, Silver Dragon witnessed the depth of Cui Manlou’s schemes, secretly sighing in his heart, deciding not to say more, but looking at Qing Tian.

After pondering for a while, Qing Tian continued: “Even so, shouldn’t we still attempt to eliminate this Su Chengyu fellow?”

Cui Manlou smiled upon hearing this and glanced at him: “Oh? Now you finally realize this guy is not simple.”

Qing Tian paused for a moment before speaking: “Cang Qing previously searched for me to go to my death, thinking he entrusted his lifelong burden of the Qingcheng Sect and the sentient beings of the world to that young man with the Seven Orifices Exquisite Heart. But now it seems that maybe this Su Chengyu is actually Cang Qing’s true wager.”

“To be precise, they both are.”

Cui Manlou squinted his eyes and said: “Although your realization isn’t early, it’s not too late either. But you don’t need to pay too much attention.”

“Why is that?”

“Su Chengyu is important, but he can just as well be unimportant. They are merely small vessels bearing a few lives under the upheaval of worldly trends. Behind us is the real tidal wave overturning this world. We’ve arrived.”

Cui Manlou spoke, leading Silver Dragon and Qing Tian to the true stronghold of the Demonic Path.

“The burial ground of Southern Xinjiang, a place discovered by the progenitor of the Demonic Path a century ago, my teacher Bai Po. This is the source of the Demonic Path and the origin of all Dao. But do you know what is truly buried in this so-called burial ground?”

Silver Dragon and Qing Tian exchanged glances, having joined the Demonic Path long before the Great Battle, and yet the birth of the Demonic Path began with the first End of Dharma Tribulation. They were evidently unaware of the things Cui Manlou spoke of.

“Was it an Immortal?”

“Hmph.”

Cui Manlou chuckled lightly, then turned slightly to glance at the two behind him.

“Earth Immortal Three Realms: Divinity Transformation, Ascending Dao, Ascension. Since Su Linyuan permanently closed the Heaven’s Gate, any understanding of this place regarding the Immortal World has been completely severed. To the extent that nowadays few even know that an Earth Immortal at the Ascend to Heaven Realm inherently holds near Immortal King level power.”

Cui Manlou’s words made Qing Tian’s eyes widen instantly: “Lord, are you saying that Ascension cultivation already approaches Immortal King level?”

“Ignoring Magic Artifact and Dao techniques, it is indeed the case. Otherwise, what do you think those who pursued Immortality before did it for? To fly to the Immortal World and become someone inferior to a mere soldier? As for the Martial God, it’s even more needless to say. Why are there so few Martial Gods in the world? Proving Dao through strength, it’s an incredibly arduous path that those who reach its pinnacle, who among them isn’t filled with great perseverance? To achieve Martial God, one inherently possesses the potential to surpass Immortal Venerables.”

Every word was astonishing, and each sentence from Cui Manlou left Qing Tian and Silver Dragon profoundly shaken.

They were well aware that even within the Ancient Clan, such matters might not be documented, as affairs of the heavens would not be known without being heavenly beings themselves.

This time, Cui Manlou turned to look at the two: “Now do you still think only ordinary Immortals are buried here?”

The two swallowed hard, as what Cui Manlou spoke had exceeded their comprehension, and though their cultivation realms far surpassed Cui Manlou, they lacked the courage to answer this question.

Seeing their eyes filled with awe, Cui Manlou, having achieved his goal, ceased the enigmatic acts and looked towards the long tunnel now unveiled before him. He softly spoke.

“Buried here is a once fallen Supreme Immortal Emperor, the foundation of Empress Nuwa to prove Dao, and the source of humanity in this realm, distinct from any other race in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds. Immortal Emperor Fu Xi.”

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