Chapter 464 - 459: The Grand Aspiration to Reorder the World

SHOCKING! Sect Supreme Elder Sells Out Sect’s Inheritance!

DISGRACE! First-class Sect Pillaged and Left with Nothing!

The hero who once saved the world has become a common burglar. Is this a perversion of human nature, or a collapse of morality? And what unknown secrets lie behind it all?

Red Lotus Sect Supreme Elder Xia Chuchu: The True Monarch and I are innocent. We were in bed together, yes, but we didn’t do anything.

We Uncover: The Untold Story of the Former Saintess and the True Monarch.

An Exclusive Interview with Emotionless Sect Supreme Elder Gu Kechen: The True Monarch As I See Him. I knew back then that bright-eyed, bushy-browed fellow was no good!

If Momenan had newspapers and had mastered the art of clickbait, these would likely be the recent front-page headlines.

The major sects were boiling with "public resentment."

But what could they do about it?

Even if they all banded together, they would be no match for him. What else could they do but bark like beaten dogs?

Besides, Momenan no longer had a future.

If a Cultivator couldn’t reach Core Formation, what was the point of Cultivation?

The Qi Cultivation Stage was elementary school, and Foundation Establishment was middle school. If you could get into college, that was Core Formation.

Some even fantasized about graduate school (Nascent Soul), getting a Ph.D. (Divinity Transformation), doing a postdoc (Void Step), becoming a top researcher (Harmonization), and winning a Nobel Prize (Becoming an Immortal), using these dreams as motivation.

The chances of achieving those dreams were slim—perhaps not even one in a hundred million would succeed—but the chance still existed.

But now, they were being told to stop dreaming. College was gone, demolished. Just finish high school and go get a job.

What would the students with good grades and sharp minds think?

Some would be unwilling to accept it.

But many more, those who weren’t as mentally resilient, would grow dispirited. They would start to just get by, losing all goals and ambition.

Since nothing mattered anymore, with no goals or ambitions left, what was the point of causing a fuss?

So, the major sects quickly quieted down.

’I’m tired. Let it all be destroyed. The sooner, the better.’

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A gentle breeze carried the rich scent of spring.

What a scent it was! Dozens, hundreds of aromas, all mingled together.

There were flowers of every color, the scents of countless trees, shrubs, and blades of grass, and even the smell of insects and the fragrance of the earth.

Even with his eyes closed, without scanning with his Divine Sense, Du Youqian could picture a complete map of all the plant life on Soul-shaking Mountain.

He sat unceremoniously, his back slouched against a peach tree—no, not the one he had planted all those years ago.

That one had died long ago.

The peach tree here now was a descendant of the original.

In a way, this too was a form of inheritance, a continuation of a bloodline.

But it was a choice born of helplessness.

If one could achieve Longevity and Vision themselves, why would they need descendants to carry on their bloodline?

Peach blossom petals drifted down slowly.

Du Youqian didn’t use his Protective Gang Qi to repel the petals.

After a few hours, he was covered in them.

Even if he were to stand up and shake them all off, the faint scent of the blossoms would still linger on him.

For most people, simply being able to leave behind the scent of flowers would be the greatest achievement, the highest pursuit, of their lifetime.

If he couldn’t pursue cultivation, or if he didn’t have this cheat ability that allowed him to constantly reincarnate, Du Youqian would have chosen to live a life of passion and vengeance, following his heart and burning brightly.

Whether in life or death, to be like a meteor streaking across the night sky, illuminating the eyes of only a few, wouldn’t be so bad.

But he did have such a cheat ability.

Perhaps this meant his life could not be one of compromise, of casualness, of wantonness.

Sometimes it required forbearance, and sometimes, compromise.

Perhaps, on occasion, it even required enduring indignity.

All to achieve Enlightenment.

He thought again of the Emperor he had met in the Cosmic Light Fragment.

What a magnificent figure he had been!

And yet, he was still eroded by time, his very name lost in the long river of history.

’This life of mine... no, these lives of mine, are no longer just for my own pursuit of the Dao, no longer just for my own longevity.’

’They are for re-establishing order in the Human World, so that humans and the Demon Race can coexist, and the people will no longer suffer such devastation.’

’Perhaps once I achieve this, I will have an even higher calling.’

’That would be good.’

’A life without purpose, even as an immortal, is just ten thousand years of loneliness.’

A long, long time ago... Du Youqian had only wanted to live a little longer, to save himself.

Slowly, he began to want to save those around him as well. Lin Sha, Fang Hua, Wu Ai, Jie Yu, Luo Jinyu, Meng Xiao, Gu Xiaofang...

But now, his great ambition was to bring order to the world.

’I’ll take it one step at a time.’

’I won’t seek quick success, nor pin my hopes on a single lifetime.’

’Even if it takes a thousand or ten thousand lifetimes, surely I will succeed in one of them.’

A ripple came from the array.

Du Youqian’s Divine Sense swept out, and he saw a Perfect Foundation Establishment Cultivator in azure robes. The man looked young, but his bone age was nearly a hundred. He was intently focused on trying to break the array.

The corner of Du Youqian’s mouth twitched upward.

The grand arrays he had set up in the past had long since fallen into disrepair without maintenance, most of their power lost.

But even a grand array he had casually set up just a few days ago was not something anyone in Momenan could possibly crack.

Otherwise, wouldn’t his near-Tier Four mastery of arrays have been a complete waste... of... time...?

Wait. Du Youqian sat up straight, his eyes snapping open.

He stared in that direction, aghast.

’Are the young people of Momenan all this formidable now?’

’Or could it be that this Foundation Establishment Cultivator has also lived for several lifetimes, accumulating experience?’

The grand array, which Du Youqian believed was impossible for any cultivator in Momenan to affect, was actually revealing a flaw under the nimble hands of the azure-robed cultivator!

Before this, over a hundred cultivators had already gathered outside the grand array.

Most were Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but there were a few at Core Formation, such as Huang Bo Master of the Holy Blood Sect, whom Du Youqian had sent away with a single word, and Supreme Elder Xia Chuchu of the Red Lotus Sect, who had lived in seclusion for many years and was nearing the end of her lifespan.

They wished to see Du Youqian for one reason only: to follow him and leave Momenan!

Everyone wanted to leave Momenan.

But only these hundred or so people had the courage to step onto that path of certain death.

Just then, the azure-robed cultivator stepped into the array with a look of satisfaction. The other cultivators glanced at one another, uncertain and alarmed, but ultimately decided to stay put.

Trespassing into a powerful cultivator’s array without an invitation was, in the Cultivation Realm, a death sentence.

"Junior Deng Maoyu pays his respects to the True Monarch!" The azure-robed cultivator walked unhurriedly before Du Youqian and performed a deep, formal bow, as if toppling a golden mountain or a jade pillar.

When he lifted his head, Du Youqian studied him closely.

The young man had a face like a delicate flower, with red lips and white teeth—a truly feminine appearance for a man.

His voice was also somewhat androgynous.

However, his bearing and movements were both masculine and elegant, not at all effeminate. He carried an air of nobility, like the scion of a great family steeped in poetry and etiquette.

"Rise and speak," Du Youqian said lightly.

"Thank you, Master!" Deng Maoyu rose gracefully.

"Oh, a disciple of the Chongzhen Sect, and from Wan Shi’s lineage at that. It seems you and I share some connection," Du Youqian said, glancing at him once before looking away.

Deng Maoyu’s body trembled slightly, clearly not expecting Du Youqian to know such things.

After a moment, he laughed freely and said, "I never imagined the True Monarch would pay attention to a minor figure like myself. This junior is truly overwhelmed by this honor."

Du Youqian closed his eyes. It was rather impolite, but before a junior like this, he had no need for politeness; he could do as he pleased. It was a case of "following one’s heart’s desire without overstepping the bounds," because he himself was the rule.

"I have never paid you any mind. I simply looked at you and knew. I also know that you were born in the Mortal World, not a child native to the Woniushan Blessed Land. Yet for someone from the Mortal World, you were born with a Celestial Spirit Root. In the eyes of the Chongzhen Sect, this means you possess great destiny. After all, in the entire history of Momenan, Celestial Spirit Root Cultivators can be counted on one hand."

The environment in Momenan was not comparable to the Human World, and the probability of Celestial or Earth Spirit Root Cultivators appearing was indeed much lower here.

Deng Maoyu was a reserved person who disliked having his innermost secrets pried into. He instinctively ducked his head to hide the shock in his eyes.

Du Youqian continued to "flip through" Deng Maoyu’s thoughts with his Divine Sense, combining it with a Divination Art using the peach blossoms. He went on, "You were naturally held in high regard within the sect, but you also faced no shortage of open and hidden attacks, hostility, and jealousy from your peers. This is only human. Your heart is broad enough, but some things are not so easily let go. Oh, your parents in the Mortal World died an unnatural death? You suspected a fellow disciple was behind it, trying to damage your Dao Heart. That’s right. I can tell you, it was indeed one of your fellow disciples."

Deng Maoyu snapped his head up, his eyes filled with agitation and hatred, his clenched fists trembling.

"True Monarch!"

"I also know why you have come," Du Youqian said in a calm tone. "You possess a rare Thunder Attribute Celestial Spirit Root. But what you don’t know is that your Wind Spirit Root is also a Celestial Spirit Root. Even in the Human World, you would be a genius seen once in a century—and the population of the Human World is more than a hundred times that of Momenan, not to mention that the proportion of people with Spirit Roots is far higher there due to the abundant Spiritual Qi. If we consider Momenan alone, looking back across eight thousand years of history, the number of cultivators with talent comparable to yours can probably be counted on one hand."

"You are unwilling to let such talent go to waste, so you want me to take you away from here. But do you know that for even a Body Refining Core Formation cultivator, the passage to the Human World is a path of nine deaths and one life? You are merely at the Foundation Establishment Realm. If you insist on going, I fear it would mean certain death. You deliberately displayed your mastery of arrays before me, hoping I would value you and protect you. But I can tell you clearly right now, in such a dangerous environment, I will have my hands full just protecting myself. I cannot protect you. Knowing this, do you still wish to go?"

After listening, Deng Maoyu had calmed down considerably. He was silent for a long time before he spoke. "This junior has already thought it through. The True Monarch need not worry or consider protecting me. If I perish along the way, then that is my fate. But... even if it means certain death, if I don’t take this chance, I will never be at peace!"