Chapter 658: Chapter 496: Dao Discourse (Part 2)
As soon as the words were spoken, the Observatory fell into a dead silence, and the next second, it erupted in a deafening uproar!
"What?! Able to transform tribulation qi into spiritual qi?!"
"Such a cultivation technique is simply heaven-defying!"
"Your Majesty is benevolent! Your Majesty is boundless!"
The crowd surged forward, surrounding the Jade Scroll, their eyes burning with such intensity that they seemed to want to melt it.
They had cultivated the way of tribulation for many years, although there were follow-up realms of cultivation.
But constrained by incense qi fortune, Your Majesty only released a few quotas for follow-up realms. To advance, one must accumulate tremendous meritorious deeds, which is as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
Now, a scroll of "Transcending Tribulations and Refining the Spirit" has unexpectedly opened a brand new door for them!
Ecstatic joy instantly dispelled all panic.
Zhou Yunsheng looked at the excited crowd, his expression remaining calm. He raised his hand to suppress the noise and continued:
"Enough! Due to the celestial changes, spiritual qi has erupted, causing chaos in various parts of the Martial Country."
"Your Majesty commands that you immediately disperse across the land, cooperate with the local military, suppress disturbances, and stabilize the situation!"
"If any evil spirits take the opportunity to create chaos and sway people’s hearts, kill without mercy!"
Zhou Yunsheng’s voice carried an unquestionable authority.
Upon hearing this, everyone bowed and accepted his orders: "We shall obey Your Majesty’s commands!"
Just then, a young Purple Robe Celestial Master mustered his courage and cautiously raised his head to look at Zhou Yunsheng, probing with a question:
"Tributor Zhou... could this earth-shattering change be perhaps... Your Majesty’s handiwork?"
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone quieted down, eyes collectively fixed on Zhou Yunsheng, filled with curiosity and awe.
Zhou Yunsheng, hearing this, merely cast a cold glance at the young Celestial Master.
The young Celestial Master only felt a chill rush from his feet to his head, as if his very blood had frozen, he opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word, and simply lowered his head, not daring to speak further.
Zhou Yunsheng snorted coldly, turned, and left, his ink-black brocade robe sweeping across the void, leaving behind a shadow.
On the Observatory, everyone looked at each other in dismay.
...
Deep within the Imperial Palace, inside the Zichen Hall.
Qin Mang sat solemnly on the Nine Dragon Throne, surrounded by a faint golden light.
He slightly closed his eyes, his Divine Thought like an endless tide, spreading across thousands of miles.
The upheaval of spiritual qi in the world, the roaring transformation of mountains and rivers, the pulsing bloodlines of living creatures...
Everything, all of it, was clearly mirrored in his perception.
He could even vaguely sense, above the nine heavens, a formidable heavenly intent, extremely familiar, precisely that of his mentor.
"With a thought, mountains and rivers change; with an order, the world renews..."
Qin Mang slowly opened his eyes, a hint of amazement flashed across them as he couldn’t help but marvel:
"Indeed, Master is a divine being!"
With a mere gesture, he integrated one world into the Martial Realm, triggering earth-shattering changes.
This power, this method is simply unheard of, never before seen!
He shook his head and stopped overthinking.
His mentor had already explained this sweeping worldly upheaval to him clearly.
Because of this, he was able to immediately make arrangements at the moment of the change, to reassure hearts and stabilize the situation.
Qin Mang reached into his bosom and took out a pitch-black bead.
On the bead were dense patterns, with tribulation qi faintly flowing, it was the Universal Tribulation Bead.
He gently stroked the bead with his fingertips, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.
"In the face of worldly upheaval, the Great Dao contends, only by strengthening oneself can one stand firm!"
"Continue cultivating!"
Qin Mang shouted low and placed the Universal Tribulation Bead on his forehead, closing his eyes.
...
Above the nine heavens, inside the Zichen Hall, divine light swirled like a tide.
Hong Sheng manifested the White Tiger divine demon form, his will akin to majestic heavenly might, enveloping every inch of the Martial Realm.
He distinctly perceived the aura of countless beings from the Celestial Abyss Realm, like trickling streams merging into the vast ocean, intertwining with the Martial Realm.
The world further perfected.
"Not bad."
The next moment, Hong Sheng lowered his gaze slightly, his thoughts crossed billions of miles of mountains and rivers, directly enveloping a courtyard in the Southern Domain of the Martial Realm.
In the courtyard, several old bamboo leaves drooped, seemingly also affected by the surrounding mournful aura.
Qin Ping’an kneeled on the muddy ground in front of the hall, his clothes disheveled, face streaked with tears, eyes hollow and void of spirit, left with endless confusion.
Earlier, his parents had revealed all truths to him.
Since birth, those he cherished were merely illusory bubbles derived from Dream Order.
Then, he watched as his father’s gentle smile, his mother’s tender gaze, along with the figures of his maternal family members, all turned into scattered light particles high in the sky.
All vanished like dreamy bubbles in the wind, not leaving a single trace behind.
"Grandfather, father, mother, cousins... all illusions."
"All fake, entirely fake!"
"Since all is fake, what, then, is real? I can’t distinguish! I truly can’t distinguish!"
Bang—
A thread of Hong Sheng’s thought, like Mount Tai, descended mightily above the Medicinal Hall.
The void slightly twisted, golden light poured down from the nine heavens, transforming into a white-robed Daoist standing in the courtyard.
The Daoist’s aura was unfathomable, seeming to merge with the heavens, yet also standing above all things; every gesture carried majestic heavenly might, even the old bamboo in the courtyard instinctively stand upright.
"Foolish child, awake!"
The boundless Dao voice echoed like a morning bell and evening drum, akin to enlightening clarity, carrying a power that penetrated the Divine Soul, exploding loudly beside Qin Ping’an’s ears.
Qin Ping’an shuddered violently, suddenly looking up, in the blurred vision, reflected that snowy white figure.
The Daoist’s features were gaunt, eyes like bright stars, his gaze deep as the primordial void, the divine light encircling him made it indistinguishable whether he truly existed or was merged with the world.
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