Chapter 885: Chapter 365: Night Emperor Becomes Immortal, Encounter Beyond the Boundary
Celestial Destiny World.
In the Nine-State, a single month had passed while three thousand years had elapsed next door.
As early as the thousandth year after obtaining Immortal Fate, Emperor Zangwu completed his final breakthrough and became immortal.
After all, he had already traversed half the Path to Immortality before stepping out to battle the Night Emperor.
So, it was only natural for him to complete the final stretch.
And the tribulations he faced upon becoming immortal were: Three Calamities and One Difficulty.
The calamities of flesh, soul, life, and one Gold Attribute.
Of the Ten Great Immortal Tribulations, he passed through four.
He was immensely satisfied with this; prior to this, he managed only two calamities and one difficulty, with even lower potential for immortality.
As for the multi-attribute cycle?
This path was evidently much harder to walk.
He did not cultivate the Nine-State System, and without the cycle, he was naturally unable to complete the Yin Yang Cycle, Five Elements Cycle.
Moreover, he vaguely felt that with the upper limit of Three Calamities and Seven Tribulations, he also could not achieve Perfection!
The further he ventured, the more terrifying the tribulations became, each one a great extinction, a grand destruction.
The latter ones, with the slightest mistake, would lead to the death of body and dispersion of spirit!
Even if Emperor Zangwu truly possessed the Seven Colors Spiritual Root, with the limit of the Tenth Realm, reaching the fifth or sixth, he dared not proceed and had to turn back to becoming immortal.
So, having one more or fewer aspect of potential did not affect him.
"This world truly has people with Seven Colors Spiritual Root; the limit is Three Calamities and Seven Difficulties. I estimate they too cannot complete it, barely making it halfway."
"Three Calamities and One Difficulty, passing four tribulation stages, is enough for me."
Emperor Zangwu was delighted in his heart:
"In our history of immortals, the top ones were no more than Two Calamities and One Difficulty, with most becoming immortal at the minimum standard of One Calamity and One Difficulty."
"I have already surpassed them."
Moreover.
The Daoist System was itself exceedingly remarkable and versatile. The path post immortality would be broader.
Feeling the strength coursing through his body, he avoided arrogance as the disparity with mortals just after becoming immortal wasn’t immense.
The Night Emperor could convene the Destiny of the World through the Life and Death Legacy, potentially killing him.
He harbored no thoughts of betrayal, instead thinking:
"I’m in no rush to leave, let me help them. Having someone guide them in laying the Immortal Path Foundation is exponentially faster than having no one."
In the subsequent two thousand years.
Emperor Zangwu guided Jian Xin and the Night Emperor, continuously helping them perfect their foundations and racial structures, without holding back.
One had to admit.
Emperor Zangwu and Jian Xin were a class of pure Path Seekers.
One was an extreme shield, the other an extreme sword.
These two had become fast friends over the years.
Among the trio, only the Night Emperor had a cunning mind, enjoying setting traps, but this trait aided his success.
"Let me help you." Emperor Zangwu said with a smile.
The Night Emperor nodded, sighing deeply within:
"I once thought the Yin Yang Spirit Root was weak and hoped to switch to the Seven Colors Spiritual Root. In reality, it was mere wishful thinking."
"My aptitude is as it is."
"Three Calamities and Two Difficulties; flesh, soul, life, yin, yang, five of my Self-Transformation stages are complete, and I can barely sustain this. It’s a matter of aptitude and understanding."
His understanding was never high.
It was only under the influence of a Destiny’s understanding buff that he managed to reach this point.
Self-Transformation Tenth Realm, having completed five stages was already satisfying!
Protagonists in fictional tales, refining to the Thirteenth Level of Qi Refining, insisting on completing thirteen stages only appear in the stories.
Powerhouses of their era struggled to complete the Ten Great Immortal Tribulations.
Ultimately, Jian Xin himself only endured Three Calamities and One Difficulty. He refined a Spirit Root but dared not involve in the Yin Yang Cycle because he drew on the God of the Heart within. Adding new cycles would dilute the purity of his Spirit Body, preventing inner heart leaps.
Upon calculation, of the three, others faced four tribulations. He completed five major tribulations, claiming the highest count!
Three thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
Outside.
In the Divine Capital.
The Divine Banquet Tao Emperor, after court sessions, took care of numerous matters, then proceeded to visit his mother, Empress Dowager Ye Tian’ai.
Ye Tian’ai, over these years, hadn’t yet completed the Three Calamities and One Difficulty, thus unable to become immortal.
Furthermore, her aptitude was above average, finding it difficult to proceed beyond these realms, being a step behind the Night Emperor.
After all, the Night Emperor was the Ghost King’s rebirth, having lived a second life with significantly enhanced aptitude.
"Mother," Night Divine Banquet spoke, "Why hasn’t father emerged yet?"
"Almost certainly," Ye Tian’ai replied with a tender gaze.
Their eldest son was a promising talent, comparable to his father in aptitude but somewhat naïve in temperament.
Born in an affluent family, sheltered by luxury, his lack of ruthlessness was unsurprising.
"When your father and I ascend, this world will be yours to rule." Ye Tian’ai softly said.
"Don’t worry."
Night Divine Banquet confidently replied, "For these three thousand years, haven’t I managed well? I will also ascend, following in your footsteps."
Ye Tian’ai neither agreed nor disagreed.
That was because his father and uncles were in retreat becoming immortals, having eliminated a batch beforehand, keeping others in check.
Once they ascended, others might conspire, as new generational powerhouses rose, always harboring new ambitions.
But there was nothing more to say; the resources were provided, a dynasty under the Ye Family wasn’t imperative if unmet.
If control slipped, handing it to others wouldn’t be bad.
At this moment, a shockwave like a heaven collapsing reverberated throughout the Divine Capital, as a majestic oppressive aura emanated from its depths.
"It’s father, and uncle Emperor Zangwu, they’ve become immortals!" Night Divine Banquet wore a shocked expression, quickly turning to glee.
With a swish.
The three soared into the sky.
Their bodies surrounded by Destiny, eyes like revolving stars, exuding a transcendent majesty.
The Night Emperor merely glanced at Ye Tian’ai and Night Divine Banquet below, stating: "In past eras, becoming immortal meant the beginning of a new heaven and earth."
"This new world, already over seven thousand years opened, still seems like its inception."
"We three should emulate our predecessors and preach amidst this creation."
On this day, the birth of the Three Tao Venerates was heralded by the world, eternally celebrated, and venerated in numerous Taoist Temples filled with unceasing incense.
The people of the Celestial Destiny World witnessed history.
They truly were the Heaven’s Chosen, a future heralding a perpetual emergence of immortals.
Even the lofty immortals had to dread and respect their world, not daring to descend easily!
For three months, after completing the sermon.
The three dispersed to handle affairs, strengthening their foundations, preparing to ascend.
The Night Emperor combed through the dynasty, calling his children: "When encountering troubles, heed your uncle, Prime Minister Masked Emperor’s counsel."
"Prime Minister Masked Emperor’s thirty-six followers, now the Thirty-Six Celestial Gang, can be trusted while your uncle stays. They are the core forged alongside me."
"Each one is a Self-Transformation Realm powerhouse."
"But your uncle Prime Minister Masked Emperor will eventually ascend; the next wave of Immortal Fate is nearing fruition. He’s likely to retreat next."
"Once he ascends, be wary of the Thirty-Six Celestial Gang, never relying heavily on them. If harboring treachery, uproot it entirely at its inception."
Night Divine Banquet nodded affirmatively.
Yet inwardly sighed at his father’s martial sternness.
The thirty-seven followed him, solely trusting the leading Prime Minister Masked Emperor.
The Night Emperor was unconcerned if he heeded or ignored, sighed deeply, "My ascension might reshape the dynamics beyond, possibly barring easy return, perhaps a final farewell."
"Father." The two sons shed tears.
The Night Emperor paid no heed, enfolding his wife Ye Tian’ai into the Little Cave Heaven Magical Artifact, departing alongside Jian Xin and Emperor Zangwu.
"Two foolish sons." The Night Emperor mused inwardly: "I’m off on a travel with your mother, visiting the Nine-State again, envisaging the shock on the faces of those in the Sword Casting Manor."
His heart brimmed with anticipation.
Upon breaching other realms, confronted with terrifying space turbulence vortexes, the world of Hongmeng unfolded.
"By my calculations, the venerable one finally arrives."
In the void beyond the Celestial Destiny World, a powerhouse clad in white robes calmly said: "I am here to guide companions home."
"Taking seven thousand years to absorb Immortal Fate and perfect one’s foundation seemed fair."
The person with hands clasped behind his back spoke indifferently, waiting for the explosive space turbulence to subside, then he gazed incredulously at the three:
"Why, why are there three of you?"
