Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The air was suddenly silent, and even the winds seemed to turn still.
Both the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness and the Primeval Lord of Heaven stared at the clones who were congesting the Throne of Seven Holies. Their eyes were widened, their expressions confused, and their mouths hanging so wide open it could fit an egg.
Boom!
Suddenly, there was a crack of resounding thunder.
Just then, a frightening force descended from up in the skies of the Throne of Seven Holies.
Jiang He looked up to see it filled with dark clouds, where there was a pair of huge eyes in the center, gradually forming even as it surveyed the Throne of Seven Holies… and was then left confused.
What the hell! What was going on!?
That would be what the Celestial Will though right then if it had normal consciousness.
“Celestial Will?”
Jiang he frowned in displeasure. “I’m just asking my brothers about some questions in cultivation. Why are you here, poking your nose in others’ affairs?”
With just a thought, every clone he had took the skies at the same time by the next instant, raising their fists and hands to fire Twilight at the Gods towards the eyes.
In that instant, a feeling of ‘twilight’ descended, with even the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness and the Primeval Lord of Heaven feeling a sense of helplessness as if they were ‘at the end of the road.’ At the same time, the pair of eyes watching from amid the dark clouds in the skies were destroyed directly.
Miles of thin air were vaporized into a supermassive black hole.
Where that black hole reached, all was left in pitch-blackness with no telling where everything had gone.
It was fortunate that Jiang He reacted quickly to control the black hole with his clones, casting arrays around it so that no one noticed… and the black hole gradually repaired itself under the laws of physics.
And with another thought, Jiang He withdrew all his clones.
Wiping off sweat that wasn’t on his forehead, he looked as if he was afraid after the fact. “So that’s how horrific the combined strength of 129,600 clones?”
“It’s lucky I held back, or if I had concentrated all my firepower and the energy spills… half of the Three Realms would be gone!”
“…”
Beside him, the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness and the Primeval Lord of Heaven finally came to their senses.
Both Saints who had lived over endless eras were utterly speechless, with the Primeval Lord of Heaven snapping, “The combined might of 129,600 Saints is naturally powerful… but how did you do that? Did the Celestial Will lend you its power so that you could manifest that many clones at once?”
“The Celestial Will?”
Jiang He realized with a start.
Everyone else’s existential marks were imprinted upon the River of Time of the Realms Proper.
His existential marks, on the other hand, were imprinted upon the world in his body.
That was why it is so difficult for other Saints to borrow the power of the Celestial Will to manifest their clones. The world in Jiang He’s body was his own in the first place, and he could borrow it anytime he liked!
“Maybe the reason I could make so many existential marks easily, was because of the world in my body?”
Jiang He realized with a start.
He waved his hand and put away all this clones, before offering both the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness and the Primeval Lord of Heaven a fist-palm salute in parting. “Thanks for answering my questions, Brothers. I have something else to do, so I’ll be going now.”
Whoosh!
And he was gone.
Neither the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness and the Primeval Lord of Heaven realized what happened right then.
Answered his questions?
What questions did we answer for you?
Most importantly, what’s with those 129,600 clones? Why are you running away even before you explain yourself?
After a long while, the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness mused, “I say… If the kid managed to create so many clones at once and gained such a great leap forward in power, would he go look for trouble with the Demon-God Emperor?”
“Probably… not?”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven did a double take, and asked in return, “Brother, since you are equal in power to the Demon-God Emperor… do you think 129,600 average Saints could kill him if they swarmed him all at once?”
***
As for Jiang He, he returned to the divine city he was lodging at before after leaving the Throne of Seven Holies, heading to a tavern and demanding a table full of fine delicacies and started to eat like a king.
And after he had his fill, he played around with his maids when he suddenly remembered Wang Siyu.
‘I wonder how her cultivation has progressed lately,’ he thought.
Wang Siyu had settled down at the Celestial Court after coming with Jiang He to the Celestial Battlefield, and became a follower of the Wood Deity.
Still, the Wood Deity—whose true name is Gou Mang—had little fame to boast and there weren’t many who know him. Despite that, his power as a Demi-Saint was overwhelming, and he was also known as the Lord of Spring, a patron deity of budding plants.
In ancient times when the daemons of the Three Realms flourished, a daemon emperor ruled the heavens. Gou Mang was already the Lord of Spring at the time, and was tasked with the protection of the Fusang Tree.
Right now, he was considered a minister of a former dynasty, and Jiang He had learned about his existence while having small talk with the Golden Armor General—a clone of the Jade Emperor himself.
Moreover, Gou Mang was an innate herbal spirit aside from being the Lord of Spring, and was the best person to instruct Wang Siyu.
Naturally, she was not formally appointed as a disciple, and was merely learning cultivation arts from him for the time being.
Heading to the Celestial Court, Jiang He sought out Gou Mang.
It was no secret that Jiang He had become Saint. That was why Gou Mang was about to kowtow at him right after he showed up, though Jiang He stopped him with a smile. “It’s fine. I have yet to thank you for instructing my girlfriend recently, Lord of Spring.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine!”
Though Gou Mang had no idea what ‘girlfriend’ meant, there was no way he would put on airs in front of Jiang He, and he said, “Madam Jiang is a prodigy herself having a strong affinity for the wood element, and had reached the pinnacle of True Immortal in just a few years. She might even ascend at any moment now.”
“She’s cultivating at the moment, but I’ve already sent someone to ask for her. Please wait a moment, Saint Jiang.”
Unlike the other Saints, Jiang He had no title as a Saint—which is why Gou Mang addressed him as Saint Jiang out of respect.
Soon, Wang Siyu arrived, and there was an air of etherealness about her now.
After chatting and sharing some intimate moments with her, Jiang He returned to Gou Mang and gave him an acquired superior-grade soul treasure and thanked him, whereas the Lord of Spring gave him a secret text, saying, “There are many secret techniques compiled here, all being wood-type techniques I gathered from the Realms Proper over endless ages.”
“Now, I’m giving it to you, Madam Jiang, in hopes that you would bring glory to our name.”
Wang Siyu glanced at Jiang He, who nodded and accepted it.
Jiang He then went to the Jade Emperor after leaving the Lord of Spring’s palace.
Knowing that Jiang He had become Saint, the Jade Emperor was a little cagey at first—still, he laughed heartily after Jiang He addressed him as brother, and hence had a good time with Jiang He, watching the fairy maiden’s dances and delicacies prepared personally by the queen mother.
Jiang He only offered a fist-palm salute in farewell on the he next day, prepared to leave.
The Jade Emperor escorted him outside the Southern Sky Gate, and tried to ask him to stay, “I know about the situation in the Three realms now, Jiang He. Why don’t you stay to cultivate here in the Celestial Court instead?”
“It’s fine.”
Jiang He chuckled. “I have something to discuss with the Demon-God Emperor.”
Whoosh!
Turning into a streak of divine light, he disappeared from the divine clouds outside the Southern Sky Gate.
