Chapter 906: Chapter 552: Dramatic Change in the Situation, Martial Intent_3
[Tomb of Brother Tu Jingchuan]
Then, she built a tomb for herself on the other side, where only her clothes and crown would be buried.
[Tomb of Gongyi Zi Yu]
This battle is perilous, with no end in sight. Seven or eight out of ten of her friends and family members have died. No one knows which will come first, tomorrow or death. If she were to fall in this battle, it might be hard for anyone to collect her remains, so it is better to prepare early.
Gongyi Zi Yu looked at her tombstone, remained silent for a long time, then took out paper and pen and wrote a letter. She carefully sealed the letter and placed it in a jade coffin she had already prepared, burying it in her cenotaph.
After finishing the letter, Gongyi Zi Yu took a deep breath, suppressing all sadness and vulnerability. She adjusted her blood-stained battle robes and performed the most solemn ceremony of three kneels and nine kowtows before the ancient palace gate that had been closed for ten thousand years.
Then, she resolutely turned around, transformed into a stream of light, and merged into the radiance of the great sun, leaving no traces behind.
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The struggle for the Dao is like a fierce fire, burning the Star Sea and consuming the souls of the Ten Thousand Races.
Amidst the endless internal and external troubles, the Cosmic Edge grew more turbulent due to the surge in Yin Gods.
Chu Zheng sat cross-legged at the core of the ancient array in the desolate Star Domain, his expression devoid of sorrow or joy, like an eternal rock.
The aura around him was completely unmasked; the vast oppressive force of his Primordial Golden Immortal Perfection glaringly exposed amongst the Universe’s Star River, causing the surrounding Stars to tremble slightly.
Inside him, an immense amount of Space-Time Essence flowed like hundreds of rivers converging into the sea, continuously nourishing his five viscera and the Five Qi.
In his perception, time grew increasingly vague, almost leaving no traces, with tens of thousands of years flowing away within the Acceleration Array, passing by him as if in the blink of an eye.
The Dao Vein within the universe he had established inside himself expanded rapidly, extending like the primary trunk of a universe arching out new, finer branches deeply integrated into every inch of Chu Zheng’s flesh and every wisp of his Divine Sense.
His oppressive force continued to rise, causing the entire Star Sea beyond the ancient array to start vibrating faintly, as if unable to bear this power on the verge of transformation.
The expansion of the Dao Vein reached its peak, and the Laws flowing within became extremely viscous and heavy. Each cycle felt like billions of stars being born and destroyed within him, bringing infinite power and enlightenment.
Chu Zheng’s body was repeatedly tempered by this power, becoming increasingly flawless and untouched, emanating an eternal radiance as if he had become part of the Universal Laws.
As time passed, the pressure belonging to a Primordial Golden Immortal gradually compressed to its limit, returning to simplicity and authenticity.
In an instant, thousands of Divine Kingdoms seemed to rise and fall behind him, this exemplifying the rise and fall of Taoist Orthodoxy across Epochs, reflections from the River of Space-Time, resembling mirror images, seeming both real and illusory.
At this moment, Chu Zheng stood at the pinnacle of the Mixed Element Golden Immortal Realm, with no further advancement possible.
Only a thin yet seemingly insurmountable chasm remained, blocking his path from the final Ancestral Realm, that needed to condense his unique Dao Seed.
His physical body had completely shed all shackles of the Postnatal Form, transforming into a Primordial Dao Body closest to the Cosmic Origin, impervious to all means, imperishable through the Ten Thousand Tribulations.
This aura was ancient and pure, imbued with the celestial majesty originating from the Cosmic Origin.
Now, his Primordial Dao Body, under the furious tempering of the Torrent of Space-Time, continued to strengthen at an astonishing speed. With each breath, Chu Zheng’s physical strength increased geometrically, and the pure sound of blood and Qi flow affected the surrounding space, causing subtle distortions.
Time, within the core of the hall where the flow sped over ten times, rushed by madly, while outside, the stars flew by like a waterfall and countless springs and autumns passed within the hall.
Chu Zheng sat cross-legged at the heart of the Torrent of Space-Time, like a divine statue indifferent to the passage of time, and the Yuan Qi roared inside him.
Each Circuit of Qi made his aura even more profound and unfathomable, moving him closer to the final critical point.
As time went on, under the harmonious orchestration of vast Heavenly Fate, a faint yet deeply rich vortex gradually formed in the depths of his mind.
The Chaotic Primordial Qi also dispersed in its roars, returning to its form of Cosmic Origin, slowly melding into the center of the vortex.
In an instant, Chu Zheng’s physical body became illusory and transparent, as if about to fully integrate into this nascent vortex representing the universe’s ultimate mystery, transformed into the Dao.
All the Chaotic Qi, all the Laws, everything was compressed and condensed into an infinitely small singularity.
Then, this gathering of Chu Zheng’s life essence and the culmination of his path silently blossomed.
A perfect and flawless, crystal-clear Ancient Seed hung quietly at the center of Chu Zheng’s Sea of Consciousness, resembling an Ancient Lotus Seed.
It was entirely transparent, pure like crystal untouched by any dust, seemingly solidifying eternal time, having no color yet naturally reflecting all the myriad realms’ colors and Laws’ trajectories.
In the crystal core of this clear and transparent molecule, there were odd substances like liquid starlight or threads of destiny, flowing slowly and spiraling.
That was not ordinary energy nor the manifestation of Laws but Heavenly Fate, the half of Heaven’s Fortune that Chu Zheng controlled, belonging solely to him.
This Dao Seed differed slightly from those of future generations but remained equally powerful.
Chu Zheng’s eyelids, closed for untold years, slowly opened. Deep within his eyes, there was no sorrow or joy, no surprise or anger, only that clear Dao Seed and within it the still-flowing, emblematic authority and eternity of Heavenly Fate.