Chapter 948: Prosperous Glory of Immortal Dao (1/2)
The final tumor within the immortal dao had been excised!
It truly illuminated the multiverse now and traversed heaven and earth, becoming the overlord of the realm. A pillar of profoundly arcane light rose from Mount Xuanhuang to envelop the world, cosmos, Earth in another pocket of space, and the root of this realm.
“He did it,” murmured the two scarlet apes of the North Sea.
“Immortal dao really is the dao of all now. We monster spirits finally have a chance to lift our heads and come out into the light.” However, melancholy drifted into Goldenlight’s eyes. “To think… that it would still be the humans who facilitated our race’s rise in the end.”
“Humans are the sovereigns of the world and the spiritual leader of all things,” Silverlight answered faintly. “There’s a reason they accomplished this.”
Goldenlight fell silent. His cultivation, along with his dao partner’s, was increasing at a rapid clip. It rammed through shackle after shackle and soared to their prime, then slowed its rate of ascension, but still continued onward.
Every being and everything in the world of immortals thrived for a timeless moment of joyous harmony. Even rubble in the cosmos outside the world of immortals flared with exuberant vitality. The ruined husks of destroyed worlds and sterile space itself showed signs of revitalization.
In contrast, countless dead spirits keened with agony in this transformed realm, while back on Mount Buzhou, the fake Fuxi brooded ominously.
He hadn’t thought that Lu Yun would completely grasp his plans and be one step ahead of him. Now that the immortal dao was fully repaired, restored, and reconnected throughout the realm, intricate plots carefully crafted through countless eons were instantaneously nullified.
The Blood Sea in the southwest of Life Province in Nephrite Major boiled over as innumerable creatures roared and snarled, venting their rage and opposition to the new status quo. In the battlefields of the yet-unconquered Witherdew Major, an enormous ghostly face suddenly formed in the sky, screeching defiantly at the heavens.
When the immortals fighting in Witherdew Major saw the face that seemed to be both laughing and crying, they immediately fled the major in a panicked retreat.
There were akasha ghosts in Witherdew Major!
Thus revealed to the world, the akasha ghosts took over Witherdew Major with the fastest speed possible.
The unexpected also occurred in the ten lands as towering figures suddenly floated out of the central tombs in each facet. Standing in the middle of their respective territories, the ten figures declared their utmost authority over the land.
Many races could be found among these ten magnificent figures—divine, monster spirit, demon, dragon, phoenix, qilin, tortoise, Black Turtle, White Tiger, and torch dragon as denoted by the tiny flame on its forehead.
They were the strongest experts of their race and all were chaos realm. They’d been resting in the tombs of the ten lands, awakened moments ago by the emergence of the completed immortal dao. From Xuan Yuan’s tomb, however, emerged the guardian of the human race—the first torch dragon beneath the heavens and the one that Lu Yun had once watched over.
Lu Yun hadn’t been the Flame Emperor when he first met the torch dragon, and neither had he been Lie Shan. Thus, the dragon hadn’t recognized him, but that’d changed with Lu Yun’s return from the great wilderness. It was then that the torch dragon learned who the infinitely small human that’d once protected him was.
Emperor Xuanyuan of the human race slept peacefully in a Hell Flower, awaiting his eventual revival. He’d scattered along the wind in order to aid the creation of Xing Chen and currently existed only in the tendril of soul force that Lu Yun had taken from the great wilderness.
A myriad of plans and contingencies from the Primeval Era fully activated upon the immortal dao’s rebirth, revealing themselves to seize the advantage of being first and resonating with the immortal dao to welcome a new age of peace and prosperity.
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“The immortal dao encompasses the world now and supports this realm. There is no further reason for our underworld to exist.” The four holy kings looked at each other and smiled with the relief of impending release.
“The world of immortals is affecting the underworld as well. It won’t be long before our domain transforms into a land of life. We will be fully alive then, instead of the living dead,” Holy King Desolation laughed heartily. “Our denizens will be just as alive as the citizens of the world at large, and all of the dead and yin spirits here will be annihilated.”
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“A flower must bloom and wither for it to bear fruit, only today do I know that I am me.” In a rundown wooden shack on the ancestor planet, “Lu Yun” put down his bowl and chopsticks with a loud clatter. He threw his head back with a long peal of laughter. “A hard job well done, fellow daoist.”
Silence reigned after the spontaneous reflection; Lu Yun of Dusk Province spoke no more.
His voice would never sound in the realm, ever again.
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The chaos also resonated with the immortal dao, and the influence of the realm doubled in size to extend further into this nebulous region. A fourth treasure of the chaos slowly began to form where Fuxi’s tomb had once stood.
“Milord, when do we return to the world of immortals?” Many connate demon gods were gathered around Qiang Liang in anxious urgency. Not only was the possibility of becoming a great emperor available from this new immortal dao, but so was the chance of becoming a creator to be gleaned.
“There’s no rush.” Qiang Liang shook his head. “We return after the great war begins in eighty years.”
There was no passage of time in the chaos, but it existed in the world of immortals. These demon gods from the great wilderness likewise possessed a sense of time, so the chaos was thus impacted by their perspective.
“We almost became sinners of the world, so we must atone for our mistakes with our return. That war will be the most ideal opportunity.”
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Thriving prosperity greeted the eye everywhere one looked in the world of immortals. Plans carefully laid from the Primeval Era gradually came to fruition in this moment, creating an atmosphere that the core figures of the world were about to return to the nine majors, ten lands, and four immortal seas.
In contrast, the remaining eight celestial courts of the nine majors that’d once dominated the world seemed rather sidelined. Bereft of any better option, the courts had to extend olive branches to the Dao Academy. Overnight, the so-called peak factions of the world were also rendered as commonplace and ordinary as could be. They, too, shed themselves of their previous pride and arrogance.
These masters from the Primeval Era were too terrifying! Though their combat arts and cultivation methods were far inferior to those found in the current world of immortals, their foundations ran incredibly deep and their understanding of cultivation outstripped all contemporaries.