Chapter 1189: Chapter 725: Sharing the Worries of the True God? _2

It even felt somewhat terrifying.

Because the master before him exhibited a shockingly serene demeanor over such a long span of time.

Indeed, even with the help of the Shenxu Ancestor, Shen Yi still couldn’t truly obtain the Third Grade Dao Fruit.

In the words of the ancestor, it was because of being too fixated, thinking about too many things, making it impossible to comprehend the Power of Nothingness.

As for the solution… the Shenxu Ancestor didn’t know either, since he initially ascended to Daluo Immortal Venerable due to his Demon Race origins, as the Six-winged Soul Worm was naturally suited for practicing the Void Transformation Technique.

But Shen Yi’s recent shift in thoughts unexpectedly resonated somewhat with the carefree intention of the Shenxu.

Utilizing this thread of insight, he decisively poured in the vast Demon Lifespan.

The over eight thousand tribulation Demon Lifespan obtained after slaying the Shenxu Ancestor, now having about five thousand left, combined with the six thousand Tribulation Power contained in the Golden Core, instantly converged into a gray mist.

Shen Yi closed his eyes, the Divine Soul roaming leisurely within the gray mist, picking at will, and transparent threads fell down.

They resembled that pure and translucent silkworm silk, gradually weaving into form under the pull of the Divine Soul.

With the Taixu Golden Core as the heart, a transparent little figure sat hugging the Origin.

In the moment it was just complete, it disintegrated slowly like a mound of sand, seeming to transform into a pervasive misty breeze, merging into the gray mist.

Until now, the Six-winged Soul Worm was merely astonished at Shen Yi’s sudden enlightenment, not concerned with this transformation.

After all, this was the path it once walked.

The Divine Soul wandered the Taixu, thus forming the Shenxu Dao Fruit, ascending to Daluo Immortal Venerable!

But immediately following, the whistling wind sound unexpectedly returned, swirling around the Protecting Dharma Bodhisattva Fruit Position.

“Can wind take form?!”

The Six-winged Soul Worm widened its eyes.

The reason it remained in this perennially dormant state wasn’t voluntary, but due to the special nature of the Shenxu Dao Fruit.

Once the soul merged into the Taixu Realm, retrieving it was tremendously difficult.

“Carefree doesn’t mean without self.”

“Realizing one’s original intention, obsessing over removing obsessions, isn’t that itself an obsession.”

Shen Yi slowly opened his eyes, just like his present self, didn’t necessarily have to retreat and avoid tribulations, evade those karmic ties, carefree like the wind, unburdened; on the contrary, doing what one wants, staying where one pleases, isn’t that also a form of carefree living.

“Let’s move on.”

He stood up and darted forward.

Monk Zhi Kong was standing dazed in the mountains, looking around, only to see the formerly calm peak now shimmering with Spiritual Light like the Immortal Realm, with even the running springs emanating a rich fragrance.

This is… the place of enlightenment!

Officer Shen, in one sit and stand, became a Daluo Immortal Venerable?!

…

Deep within Eight Extremes Valley.

Clouds and mist gathered, thick like an immiscible white river.

A densely packed number of figures converged here, their appearance inhuman, yet devoid of any Demon Energy, instead carrying a touch of inexplicable majesty.

Strictly speaking, they weren’t living beings, but embodiments of the Heavenly Dao.

The gods and immortals spoken of by mortals, they stood at the forefront.

“Have you all investigated thoroughly?”

At the forefront were two tall figures with faces like black lacquer; one of them rubbed his knuckles firmly, none other than Qi Feng God General.

An Eight Extremes Valley was guarded by two Secondary Third Rank Divine Monarchs.

And now, assembling myriad gods, they intended to take down this valley thoroughly, cutting off future troubles.

The one questioned by Qi Feng God General, however, wasn’t the True Gods, but an Immortal General mingling among them.

Although often used interchangeably, these were two entirely different existences.

Yet in Eight Extremes Valley, these True Gods didn’t cast any strange glances at the Golden Immortal General.

Qian Qing Immortal General, with the official position of Fourth Grade, wielding the Leopard Seal, had proven himself with real actions of these days, successfully earning the approval of many True Gods.

After all… to be more courageous and fearless of death than these with Blood Rebirth Divine Power, perhaps there wasn’t a second throughout the entire Immortal Court.

Moreover, the speed at which this person rose had already become a marvel in the heavens.

“Reporting to Divine Monarch, all has been clarified.”

Qinghua respectfully cupped her hands, feeling a bit of joy inside.

She hadn’t presented Demon Lifespan to the master in a long while, just hoping luck would be slightly better this time, slaying a few more Great Demons.

“If this battle goes smoothly, once you return to the heavens, your position might rise again.”

Having become familiar, Qi Feng was no longer so stern as before, jesting in front of the gods: “Lest those in the Immortal Court think we’ve been holding you back.”

“Divine Monarch jests.”

Amidst bursts of good-natured laughter, Qinghua replied calmly, neither proud nor humble, retreating back into the crowd.

She was well aware of why she was in today’s position, with no reason to be conceited.

Yet it was precisely this demeanor that made the nearby True Gods regard her even higher.

At this moment, the Divine Monarch beside Qi Feng, who had been silent all along, slightly raised his eyes, looking at him with a furrowed brow: “I’ve recently felt uneasy, slightly out of sorts.”

“What, stayed here too long and can’t bear to leave?”

Qi Feng glanced at his colleague, still making a joke, not taking it seriously.

True Gods were born from the Heavenly Dao, with lifespan matching the heavens, needing no cultivation, what anomalies could possibly arise.

“Perhaps I’m just overthinking it.”

Hao Chuan God smiled helplessly, gently rubbing his temples.

He reckoned it was due to guarding the Eight Extremes Valley for too long, and once the Great Demons were dealt with, it was about time to return to the Immortal Court for some rest.

He turned and walked towards the mountainside.

No one noticed the dense golden threads faintly appearing across this Divine Monarch’s sturdy back, forming into a face, looking dignified yet inexplicably eerie.

The golden threads flickered quickly, soon vanishing into his divine body.

“By the way, as we are about to part, I’ll advise you of something as well.”

Qi Feng didn’t hurry to leave, instead walking over to Qinghua, earnestly gazing at this Immortal General, speaking softly: “I understand that no matter how far you cultivate, who doesn’t have a few old friends.”

“But you, being a Merit Immortal, have a great disposition and a bright future, there’s really no need to get involved in those murky waters.”

“You should know whom I’m referring to.”

Back in the Hongze Territory, Qi Feng personally witnessed that cultivator from the Shenxu Mountain slay the Tianwu Qingluan.

He didn’t think Shen Yi was wrong.

Even if he hadn’t stepped in, he would have captured Qingluan to Tianwu Mountain for questioning anyway.

But this wasn’t about right or wrong.

Since that young man got involved in the matters of those cultivators, regardless of his personal thoughts, it would be hard to extricate himself.

The Three Immortals Sect and Bodhi Sect had recently become more restless, their intentions clear.

Qi Feng didn’t wish for this Immortal General he greatly admired to be dragged into it because of friends or relatives.

“…”

Qinghua remained silent.

She knew this Divine Monarch had good intentions, but how could he understand her relationship with the master.

Seeing this, a hint of helplessness appeared in Qi Feng’s eyes.

He shook his head.

Oh well, loyalty and righteousness were part of the persona’s good disposition too.

True Gods didn’t concern themselves with mortal or cultivation world matters; at most, he could only warn to this extent. As for the choice, it depended on Qian Qing’s own thoughts.

“Go, in the battle three days later, earn more merits, and when the time comes, other will assist you, making it worthwhile for your hard work during these days.”

Qi Feng waved his hand and left the place.

But even with this tight control, as a Divine Monarch himself, he hadn’t noticed that a few unfamiliar figures had entered Eight Extremes Valley.

Somewhere within the valley.

Shen Yi descended following the aura, without notifying Qinghua.

This former matron of Qingzhou, who once instilled fear, still seemed too naive in front of the gods and Immortal Venerables; insights from the Zi Ling incident already showed that, her thoughts easily discerned by the strong.

And this time, the actions of the Bodhi Sect were suspicious from start to finish.

Assisting the True Gods.

Sounded quite harmless, but timing was crucial.

Having just completed a sermon transmission, losing a heap of Arhats, with a Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva also perishing.

Not to say severely impaired, at least they should appear anxious.

At a time like this, sending Bodhisattvas to manage the affairs of True Gods?

“…”

Shen Yi looked up, ahead was an old monk sitting atop a tree branch as if waiting for him for a long time.

Like a withered stone, the entire body revealed not the slightest breath.

Breath Concealment Technique, this didn’t seem like an act of aiding True Gods.