Chapter 788: Absorbing the Six Celestial Tablets
It had been ten thousand years since Wang Sheng last saw his own younger sister. Since they were finally about to meet again, he wanted to make it special.
However, now that the moment had come, he realized he had no idea what to do.
Xiaomiao was no longer the little girl he remembered. She was now a young beauty, eighteen years old, with over a hundred thousand months added on top of that.
Thinking about it, Wang Sheng could only sigh at the strangeness of fate, at how the world changed like seas turning into fields, and at how absurd the Time-Cycle Grand Array had been.
He stood within an illusion he had personally forged. With a trace of immortal power and a flicker of spiritual light, he had transformed what had once been nothing more than drifting remnants of some shattered celestial body in the starry space into a small world that hovered between illusion and reality.
Within this space, strands of sword energy swept across the land, carving out mountains, shaping lakes, and spreading patches of grassland.
For a sword cultivator, even creation followed the path of the sword.
Wang Sheng stood by a lakeside meadow, enjoying the gentle breeze. If he wished, he could create any scenery here—anything except living beings. More importantly, this illusion cut off all outside probing and concealed heavenly fate.
Soon, the sky above split open. A streak of golden light shot through the crack, and two women descended behind him.
Seeing her brother again, Xiaomiao's eyes reddened.
He was in a simple light-blue robe, his long hair loosely tied. Though he didn't look particularly striking, he exuded an air of genuine simplicity.
She could not see through his cultivation at all. To her, he felt like a patch of mist, as if no one was even standing before her.
With a hint of hesitation, she called out, "Brother?"
Wang Sheng slowly turned around and smiled faintly. "Hey."
Trembling, she threw her arms open and rushed down the slope toward him. "Big Brother!"
She's so enthusiastic! Should I keep my distance? But she's my sister...
Wang Sheng hesitated for a brief moment, unsure whether to open his arms or let them hang at his sides. Before he could decide, Xiaomiao reached him. Her outstretched hands moved with perfect natural ease.
She grabbed his neck and shook him hard.
"Big Brother, you jerk! You disappeared for over ten thousand years and left me to clean up everything! Aaaarrrggghh! I am so mad! "I didn't even have time to date, did you know that?! I spent every day worrying about being assassinated! Argh! Give me back my youth! My hard-earned money, too!"
"Cough, cough... Xiaomiao, stop..."
"You kept going into seclusion again and again, leaving me to do all the work! You even sent me plans and tasks, telling me to handle cultural infiltration. Do you think it's that easy? I stayed awake for hundreds of years!"
"Have some composure, Commander Miao. Watch your image!"
"Pui! Composure? What use is that? What matters more, my youth or some empty title like 'commander'?!"
The two ended up wrestling each other by the lakeside.
Nearby, Lishang raised a hand to cover her eyes. She had no idea what to say. She had imagined that when the siblings met, they would either smile warmly at each other or be moved to tears and embrace.
These two, who had both grown immensely and become important figures in the endless space, had not seen each other for thousands of years, yet...
Lishang shook her head. She truly could not understand the way humans thought.
After a while, the scuffle finally ended. Wang Sheng sat on the grass with a helpless expression, his face nearly scratched up by Xiaomiao.
Xiaomiao rested her head on his lap, facing the lake, and soon fell asleep. She had forced herself to stay awake for far too long. It had been even longer since she last relaxed.
Although capable teams managed their many departments, the overall direction still depended on her as the chief commander.
Persisting at something for ten or twenty years was already remarkable for an ordinary person. Yet she, despite having only reached the Heavenly Immortal Realm, had carried this burden for countless years while also always staying on edge.
She had grown used to the pace and pressure, but she had long since exceeded what she could truly endure.
Listening to her soft breathing, Wang Sheng's eyes filled with guilt.
He gently brushed aside her bangs with his left hand. Threads of profound Dao Rhythm flowed into her forehead, like a direct transmission of enlightenment.
Or rather, a rebirth through creation.
He was refining her physique, stabilizing her foundation, and quietly sorting through the unclear parts of the path within her subconscious.
It took a heavy toll on his mind, but if it meant being able to help his sister reach the Golden Immortal Realm smoothly in the future, he would sacrifice even his life essence.
Lishang walked over and sat beside them, gazing silently at the distant sky.
Wang Sheng asked, "What kind of scenery do you want to see? I can create it here."
Lishang smiled and just shook her head.
"Lishang, I will be heading to the Nether Realm next. Stay here for now. If I need powerful support, I will have Senior Zhi Bing go to the Nether Realm. I need you to guard the gate to Earth. Can you do that?"
Lishang nodded and said without hesitation, "I will follow your command. Be careful, though. Do not get caught up in temporary gains or losses."
Wang Sheng nodded and smiled. "Mm."
He had already seen Xiaomiao. Although they still had not spoken much, he could clearly feel that he no longer had to worry about matters outside of battle.
Right now, he had to head to the Nether Realm. He also had to find the right opportunity, place, and time to fully draw out the power of his Great Dao.
Xiaomiao would likely sleep for quite a while.
Just as Wang Sheng was about to stand, he noticed that Xiaomiao's small hand had caught onto his belt.
Lishang laughed softly. After a moment's thought, Wang Sheng remained seated. He decided to stay and keep his little sister company a bit longer.
After a quiet stretch, he asked, "Lishang, can you sense if there are still experts out there from Empress Nuwa's lineage? They will be rewarded generously. We are in urgent need of fighters right now. The more fighters, the better."
Lishang gently shook her head. "Even with the empress's influence, I could not detect any trace of Empress Nuwa's bloodline. If I am not mistaken, this is likely the Immortal Emperor's doing."
Wang Sheng nodded. "That's certainly possible. To him, her lineage is probably a serious threat."
As he spoke, he raised a hand and pointed forward. Six black stone tablets appeared out of thin air.
He paused in thought, then snapped his fingers. A faint figure flew out from his forehead and sat cross-legged at the center of the six stone tablets.
The six tablets then rotated slowly. Complex Dao patterns lit up across their surfaces, and streams of Dao Rhythm flowed toward the figure at the center.
Wang Sheng was now rapidly absorbing the cultivation technique that Nuwa's race had created at the cost of their fate.
This technique was profoundly mysterious. Even fragments of its text could give rise to powerful divine abilities.
In the past, Haotian had attempted to comprehend these six celestial tablets. Ziwei had also once possessed them and studied them for many years. In the end, both had only obtained some divine abilities and techniques. Rumors spread that the six celestial tablets each recorded a separate immortal art.
In truth, it was a complete cultivation technique with a simple name: the Heaven-Defying Technique.
It was likely the only technique in existence that aimed to overturn the order of the world and reverse the Sea of Dao Laws.
Even if someone fully deciphered it, they would still be unable to practice it. The key lay in the Great Dao—in the ability to turn the impossible into possible.
To put it more precisely, Nuwa's lineage had created it based on the Great Dao. It was a way to return the entire universe to the Primal Era.
Right now, however, it had become a means for Wang Sheng to bring out the full power of the Great Dao.
Reversing the universe was not something he would ever attempt. Still, if the technique could help him find a way to revive Nuwa, he would agree without hesitation and would even be willing to sacrifice half his life for it. He would still prefer to keep the other half, though.
After all, he did not seek immortality. Living for several million years and enjoying life would be more than enough.
In just a few dozen hours, the Dao patterns on the six stone tablets lit up one after another, then faded in sequence.
Waves of Dao Rhythm poured into the avatar that Wang Sheng had projected. After completing their purpose, the six stone tablets slowly crumbled into dust and scattered in the wind.
He raised his hand. The phantasmal avatar turned into a streak of light and returned to his forehead. It was like a storage vessel that recorded a vast amount of information for him to absorb little by little.
Imagination seemed to be the most important key to bringing out the power of the Great Dao.
Lost in thought, Lishang gazed at the place where the six stone tablets had turned to ash. Unsure what to say, she just sighed quietly, feeling as if more than half of the burden on her shoulders had been lifted. The ancestral teachings and duties engraved in her bloodline had also grown faint.
This, too, was a form of release for Nuwa's lineage.
Wang Sheng closed his eyes and tried to comprehend the Heaven-Defying Technique, finding it far more complex than he had expected. Before long, he slipped into a state of enlightenment.
After an unknown number of days, he heard someone calling urgently for him.
"Brother! Big Brother! Stop cultivating and go to the Nether Realm already!"
"Mm?" Wang Sheng opened his eyes, finding his younger sister standing before him with a smile. "You're awake?"
Xiaomiao's cheeks flushed. She raised her chin and huffed. "Once everything is over, I am taking a break for tens of thousands of years! No one is allowed to look for me! I am going to enjoy myself first!"
Wang Sheng smiled and agreed. He then said, "I'll head over to the Nether Realm now, but I'll leave Lishang by your side. If anything comes up, just let her know. I have ways now to appear beside her no matter the distance, and we can communicate at any time. If there is anything, we can talk while I am on the way."
"Brother, I actually have a plan."
"What is it?"
"Mm... I'll have Sister Lishang explain it to you. I need to organize it a bit," Xiaomiao said with a blink. "If you and Emperor Qinghua join forces right now, can you beat the Immortal Emperor's ass up?"
Wang Sheng was rendered speechless.
At that moment, a dry cough came from his sleeve. A tiny fairy, only three cun tall, flew out and said softly, "When discussing such matters, try to use a more civil language."
Xiaomiao's eyes lit up. She quickly called out, "Master!"
