Chapter 243 - 129: Celestial Dynasty, Destiny
Chapter 243: Chapter 129: Celestial Dynasty, Destiny
He even saw a terrifying old man with black eyes and white hair, as ethereal as an immortal yet as dark as ink, staring at him. It was as if he was being warned to stay away from Prince Xue.
"No matter what Tributor Chu is like, you will be my teacher."
"My teacher, you are fond of the seeds of flowers and Spirit Medicines. In the future, I shall search the world and gather every kind of flower, herb, and Spirit Seed, and give them all to you, my teacher..."
Prince Xue left.
Without even realizing it himself, he had made a great vow. Heaven and Earth sensed it, and the arrangements left behind by the Great Xuan Celestial Dynasty before its fall slowly began to activate.
That night, Prince Xue fell asleep. In his dream, he came to an ancient palace that was as tall as a mountain.
At the far end of the palace, a throne stood like a mountain peak. Beneath it were piled the countless skeletons of Immortal Dao Cultivators.
On the throne, a figure with white hair, black eyes, and a Purple Gold Robe stood with its back to him.
"You should be my disciple."
"Establish an Immortal Dynasty!"
"Under the destiny of the Dynasty, even without a Spiritual Root, you can still ascend the path to immortality. At the end of the Celestial Road, I shall be the second Sovereign of the Great Xuan Celestial Dynasty!"
On this day, the gears of Destiny began to turn.
Ten thousand years passed.
The entanglement between the Immortal Sects and Demon Sects and the Great Xuan Celestial Dynasty was about to stir up storms once more.
...
...
That same night, the moon was bright and the stars were clear.
「Book Collection Martial Pavilion.」
Su Chen suddenly awoke. He looked into the distance and couldn’t help but sigh.
"The tree wishes for calm, but the wind will not cease!"
Just then, a faint, remnant soul watched the departing Flying Vessel. It scrambled wretchedly out of the ground, its face showing the relief of someone who had just survived a disaster.
’It seems the Confucian Sword Immortal didn’t report what happened at the hidden place. Otherwise, there’s no way Red Fire Master would have left so easily.’
’KEKEKE!’
’The Profound Celestial Sect will definitely return. Before that, I must find a prime physical body and continue to lay low.’
He stood before the Book Collection Martial Pavilion, a savage grin spreading across his face.
’The Book Collection Martial Pavilion is in a remote location. There’s only a single Qi Cultivation Seventh Level Immortal Dao Tributor inside—weak as an ant and a total recluse. Perfect for possession.’
’Moreover, this Chu Shan’s name seems to be on my list of sons. That’s even better.’
"Chu Shan, my boy!"
"Here I come!"
Ghost Face sneered.
He burst through the doors of the Book Collection Martial Pavilion and saw Su Chen watching him. He also saw a large Black Coffin in Su Chen’s hands and a tiny, spectral figure with a gloating expression.
"Hahaha!"
"Finally! I don’t have to suffer because of that thing anymore."
The Palm-sized Immortal Pavilion Spirit was so happy it was nearly crying tears of joy.
The next instant, the remnant soul of Ghost Face, who had just burst in, flew headfirst into the Black Coffin that Su Chen had prepared. In a flash, it was plunged into the sunless space of the Burial Coffin.
"What the hell?"
"A Foundation Establishment Spiritual Artifact? Heh, you can’t possibly think a common Foundation Establishment Spiritual Artifact could trap my Core Formation Soul."
"Chu Shan, my boy, just be a good boy and let your grandpa possess you!"
Ghost Face sneered, unleashing a terrifying technique to shatter the Burial Coffin.
However, the Burial Coffin didn’t even budge.
The Burial Coffin. A coffin of burial. A coffin formed from the fall of a Divinity Transformation expert. How could a mere Core Formation Soul possibly shatter it?
"Heh."
"Impressive."
"Looks like I wasn’t using enough power."
Ghost Face’s sneer widened. He struck again and again, each blow more terrifying than the last. In the end, his soul boiled, and he transformed into a towering, three-headed, six-armed Soul Shadow monster that seemed to prop up the heavens.
However, the Burial Coffin still didn’t budge.
It was then that he finally realized something was wrong.
"Wait."
"Burial Coffin... why does that name sound so familiar..."
BOOM!
A look of terror washed over Ghost Face.
He remembered. They had Burial Coffins too, on the altars. Each one represented a Fallen God of Divinity Transformation!
"No!"
He let out a terrified roar.
But alas, it was useless.
Inside the Book Collection Martial Pavilion, all was calm and peaceful again. Only Su Chen remained, sipping his tea and continuing to read his book, as if nothing had happened—as if a terrifying Extreme Cultivation Demon Child had never been there at all.