I Can Traverse Multiple Worlds

Chapter 423: Chapter 221: Better to Worship Me Than the Gods

Wang Xiao’s figure emerged from the Void, materializing beside Xuan Qing.

"Senior, you’ve finally returned!"

Xuan Qing’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Wang Xiao.

They hadn’t seen each other in a hundred years, not since Wang Xiao had departed.

The longer Wang Xiao remained missing, the more people in the Cang Mang Domain became convinced he was dead.

Afterward, Lady White Bone took control of the Cang Mang Domain.

The local Cultivators naturally cast aside the warnings Wang Xiao had given them.

They even began coveting the Banner of Creation.

Having continuously devoured malevolent spirits, the White Bone Banner of old had grown incomparably powerful, transforming into the Banner of Creation—a Supreme Treasure capable of threatening even a Quasi-Saint!

Seeing the situation was dire, he and his master, Yun Yin, had secretly fled Cyan Cloud Temple with the Banner of Creation, living as fugitives ever since.

During one of the many attempts to hunt them down, his master, Yun Yin, was caught in a sneak attack.

Though the blow wasn’t fatal, it drastically shortened his lifespan, and he died not long after.

This left him alone to guard the Banner of Creation and wait for Wang Xiao’s return.

Though everyone else believed Wang Xiao was dead, he had never thought so.

Now, seeing that Wang Xiao was not only alive but had grown so powerful he could effortlessly slay a Saint with a single hand, Xuan Qing’s heart surged with a myriad of emotions.

Wang Xiao nodded slightly.

"This past century must have been hard on you and your master."

A single thought was all it took for him to learn everything that had transpired over the years.

After he entered the Land of Void to search for Life Seeds, everything had initially gone according to his plan.

However, with the arrival of Lady White Bone, the Cultivators of the Cang Mang Domain defected and began hunting Xuan Qing and his master instead.

He had been in the Land of Nothingness, focused on refining the Life Seeds. To avoid revealing his location, he had severed almost all contact with the outside world and had never expected such a turn of events.

Xuan Qing spoke up.

"My master and I were only doing our duty."

With a beckoning gesture, Wang Xiao sent the Banner of Creation into Xuan Qing’s hands.

"I’m leaving this Banner of Creation to you. I have matters to attend to and must depart."

His current power was many times greater than what he possessed in the Real World. The malevolent spirits within the Banner of Creation were no longer of much use to him, so he simply gave it to Xuan Qing.

He had also noticed Xuan Qing’s affinity for the Banner of Creation. Perhaps it could even help Xuan Qing advance his cultivation.

It was also his way of making amends.

"I can’t possibly..."

Before Xuan Qing could say more, he discovered Wang Xiao had already vanished.

...

Fengluo Dao, Fengluo Domain, Fengdu City.

DONG DONG DONG—

The resonant tolling of a bell echoed from a high platform in the city, its sound lingering long after.

At this moment, a crowd of Cultivators had gathered before the platform. Each possessed a formidable aura, their presence as deep and still as an abyss.

Incredibly, nearly all of them were of the Saint Realm!

There were sixty or seventy of them in all.

At this moment, nearly every Saint in the entire Fengluo Dao was gathered here.

The reason: today marked the Myriad Laws Convocation, an event held in the Fengluo Dao only once every two centuries.

No one dared be absent.

Suddenly, all noise ceased.

The expressions of the Saints turned utterly solemn.

For a man clad in black robes was ascending the high platform.

He was gaunt, his long hair draped over his shoulders, and a primordial, deathly chill radiated from his body.

The moment he appeared, it was as if all of Heaven and Earth had frozen solid, and an endless, spectral wind began to rise.

Watching this figure, all the Saints cupped their fists and spoke in unison with deep respect:

"We pay our respects, Fengluo Daoist Lord!"

As their voices rang out, countless other Cultivators throughout the city fell to their knees, kowtowing as one. Their collective voice was like a thunderous tidal wave.

"We pay our respects, Fengluo Daoist Lord!"

This man was none other than Fengluo, the master of the Daoist Palace and lord of an entire Dao.

Legend had it that he had once achieved his Dao by slaying his own master. He went on to kill three more Saints in succession, proving himself unstoppable.

He ultimately became the lord of his own Dao.

More than fifty thousand years had passed since that day.

Fengluo raised a hand slightly. An endless spectral wind swept forth as he spoke, his voice faint:

"No need for formalities."

He paused, then continued:

"I have summoned you all to this Myriad Laws Convocation for two reasons."

"First, I wish to be apprised of the situation in each of your domains."

"Second, I require your aid in igniting the Divine Flame, so that I may worship the heavens and ascend!"

His words caused an immediate uproar among the Saints.

Since time immemorial, ’worshipping the heavens’ has only ever meant one thing.

A Daoist Lord who had refined all thirty-six Life Seeds was preparing to perform the rite and summon beings from the Celestial Court down to the Lower Realm.

Just as the assembled Saints were about to voice their shock, a voice suddenly cut through the air.

"Worship the heavens? You’d be better off worshipping me!"