Chapter 1194: 468: Change the Sky, Replace the Land, A Good Dao Monarch of the Dao Domain_2 Chapter 1194: 468: Change the Sky, Replace the Land, A Good Dao Monarch of the Dao Domain_2 Chen Dengming waved his hand, “Changing it back and forth is too troublesome and archaic.
Let’s not change it; let’s keep it as it is now.”
As Xing Huiguang, who was about to salute Chen Dengming, flew down, he couldn’t help but stiffen where he stood.
Upon seeing this, Su Yanyan couldn’t help but have a bitter-sweet reaction, but she thought Chen Dengming’s statement was indeed correct.
She was indeed at the critical juncture of the Divine Transformation breakthrough; she had once even been poised to breakthrough faster than Chen Dengming.
However, in recent years, engrossed in Sect affairs and shouldering the external pressures after the Longevity Taoist Lord’s demise, she had been too distracted and burdened, unable to find an opportunity for her breakthrough.
Now that Chen Dengming had returned and taken on all the burdens, it was time for her to fully focus on her Divine Transformation breakthrough.
This title indeed didn’t need to be changed now, tradition is set by humans, and those capable can also be the ones to change it.
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Soon, the Longevity Sect was festively decorated to welcome the homecoming of Chen Dengming, the Nascent Soul Ancestor.
The Elders prepared to host the grand ceremony of the Deity Transformation Dao Lord, extending invitations far and wide to celebrate.
Such trivial matters naturally weren’t Chen Dengming’s concern; he just needed to appear on the day of the ceremony, following the Ancestor’s example, to light a stick of Longevity incense for many Golden Core Elders of the Longevity Sect.
This would effectively mark a continuation of traditions and establish him as the new Nascent Soul Ancestor of the Longevity Sect.
In front of the Longevity Hall, Chen Dengming retracted his gaze from the various peaks of the Sect.
His eyes finally rested on a simple, ancient lotus container in front of him.
This Longevity container, open to the sky, faithfully collected rainwater in every season without ever breaking.
It seemed to symbolize that despite the passing of the older generation, a new generation had taken up the mantle, ensuring the Sect’s enduring prosperity.
Chen Dengming’s gaze then drifted toward Chang’an Market down the mountainside, a wistful and helpless smile appearing on his face.
With hands behind his back, he stepped forward and his figure instantly disappeared into the Spiritual Energy at the peak.
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In the backyard of the Chang’an Block Immortal Guest Coming to Restaurant,
Chen Dengming’s figure appeared out of nowhere.
“Husband!”
He Yingyu had been waiting there.
Upon seeing Chen Dengming, she immediately rushed forward, colliding into him which made her tender body ache.
“Husband, your body…?” He Yingyu, in shock, gently caressed Chen Dengming’s chest, solid as rock.
“Did that hurt you?
It’s fine now.”
Chen Dengming smiled affectionately and took He Yingyu’s hand.
As he breathed, his body relaxed into the softness of flesh and blood and he explained smilingly, “My body has undergone a reforging; otherwise, under those circumstances, I would have had to seize a vessel and Reforge…”
As he spoke, he looked toward the cottage ahead.
Through the window, an old man with white hair and beard was excitedly trying to rise from his bed.
A brazier had even been lit inside the room due to the sudden drop in temperature.
“Qiangzi.”
A smile appeared on Chen Dengming’s face, his aura emitting slightly, instantly melting any snowflakes falling from the sky, and the temperature in the courtyard began to warm up.
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With a flick of his finger, an extremely faint thread of Immortal Spirit Qi slowly streamed out from his fingertip, splitting into thousands of filaments merging into Jiang Qiang’s body.
Jiang Qiang’s complexion instantly became rosier, and his frail body regained some strength.
Being weak and unable to receive substantial nourishment, Chen Dengming could only send a tiny amount of Immortal Spirit Qi into Jiang Qiang’s body, temporarily alleviating the conditions of his body as it neared its limit.
But this was a mere stopgap measure, not a cure; it couldn’t extend Jiang Qiang’s life.
He stepped inside the room; a reunion of old friends naturally resulted in much reminiscing.
Witnessing Jiang Qiang’s aged and declining state, even though Chen Dengming had long braced for it, he could not help but feel sorrowful.
In the end, he was a man driven by his emotions, or else he wouldn’t value relationships so deeply.
But birth, aging, sickness, and death are inescapable cycles in everyone’s life.
Cultivators cultivate to seek eternal life, to reverse the natural law of birth, aging, sickness, and death, to aspire for immortality.
However, reversing the norms is a feat rarely achieved.
Long-lived like the Longevity Taoist Lord, who lived nearly six thousand years, also faced his life’s limit in the end, realizing the unlikelihood of merging with the Dao, what to speak of other beings?
Chen Dengming talked a lot with Jiang Qiang, informing him that the Holy Maiden Mingguang, who had once hurt Jiang Qiang, had already paid the price, hoping it would alleviate some of Jiang Qiang’s resentment.
In the end, however, he discovered Jiang Qiang held no resentment at all.
It seemed that in old age, one gains a broader perspective, and matters of gratitude, grievances, or even life and death, no longer weighed on his heart.
Thus, Chen Dengming realized, Jiang Qiang truly was reaching the end of his lifespan, beyond the help of medicine or magic.
Even longevity-enhancing Spiritual Medicines like Snow Ginseng might no longer be effective for Jiang Qiang.
Yet, as Brother Chen to Qiangzi, Chen Dengming still intended to use his power to seek longevity-enhancing Spiritual Medicines like Snow Ginseng for Jiang Qiang, offering his last bit of heartfelt consideration.
The extent to which this consideration could extend Jiang Qiang’s life was not important; what mattered was that it was his duty to give his all, only thus could he stand with dignity under heaven and earth.
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“Sister, this time you must pay close attention to longevity medicines.
If there are suitable ones within the Sect, send them to Qiangzi, and deduct the cost from my contributions.”
On the way back to the Sect, Chen Dengming instructed.
He Yingyu affectionately held Chen Dengming’s arm and smiled intimately, “You can also deduct from my Sect contributions.
Mine are sufficient, and aren’t mine also yours?
Have you become so wealthy now that you no longer want to use your sister’s resources?”
Chen Dengming couldn’t help but grin at her words, remembering those hard years during their Foundation Establishment at the Changchun Sect, often relying on his senior sister to get by, which had once earned him the reputation of being a kept man.
After sending He Yingyu back to the Sect, Chen Dengming then flew up high, gazing down at the market, villages, Loose Cultivator settlements gradually covered in snow beneath him, shook his head, and moved toward the ever-persistent cloud column.