Chapter 1929: Hua Ancestor

Does every cultivator long to be deified and become an Ancestor?

Yuegong Li stared blankly at the sky, his mind completely lost in confusion.

“No…”

Some, upon reaching the Grandmaster realm, found sects and were content with a secluded existence.

Others, upon reaching the Throne realm, roamed the Jianghu with their swords, satisfied as long as they didn’t proactively stir up trouble and could secure their place in the world.

Not all Taixu cultivators wanted to enter the Half-Saint circle.

And not all Half-Saints desired to advance further, hoping for more.

Yuegong Li, deep down, didn’t want to become some Yuezu or Lizu; he had enough.

He also had the self-awareness that he wasn't cut out for it, lacking the ability to contend, and the motivation to do so.

He was a person who found joy in contentment, and his greatest dream in life was to be a carefree young master, living freely in the world.

If the clan had needs, after his father left, he wouldn't mind taking over the position of Saint Emperor and the leadership of the Hanyu Imperial Realm.

He prided himself on being capable enough to lead these people.

But saving his clansmen from dire straits and ensuring the eternal prosperity of Hanyu Imperial Realm, he wasn't that great.

Yet, reality pushed him forward, step by step, deeper into that cage.

Every time he exerted himself, he would look back in bewilderment and see the shadow of Dao Qiongcang.

“Why?”

Yuegong Li looked at the person in front of him, his voice hoarse, even though they were once his closest companions...

Yuegong Hui’s head cracked open, transforming into the likeness of Dao Qiongcang. The bloody storm in Hanyu behind him didn't affect him in the slightest. He said with a smile:

“Mortals cannot help themselves.”

“Born extraordinary, we are even less able to help ourselves.”

Yuegong Li grabbed his shoulder, as if grasping at a last straw: “So, you also have difficulties, you don’t want to do this… You’re not just Beihuai, tell me, I can help you too.”

Dao Qiongcang gently brushed his hand away, shaking his head, and stepped back a few paces. He turned to look at the intertwined Daishi Huai branches in the void, his expression unperturbed:

“A-Li, I have no difficulties.”

“A game that must be joined, I saw through it very early on, and found my own joy in it.”

“Now I am enjoying it, while you still retain childlike innocence.”

Dao Qiongcang turned back, his voice gentle: “This is precious, and also cruel.”

The rain poured down, and in the distant mud and mist, several figures of Hanyu clansmen rushed over:

“Young Master, Young Clan Head!”

“The women and children have all been moved to the refuge in the desolate mountain forbidden zone, those near the battlefield are all gone, all gone!”

“Young Master Li, what do we do now…”

Those voices were too distant, as distant as the rain and the booming sounds.

Yet, like Dao Qiongcang, they were all tangible pushers, all wanting to push him into a pit of fire.

“Cannot help myself…”

Yuegong Li murmured silently, raindrops on his wet hair condensed into beads, sliding down from his eyes.

Dao Qiongcang did not say more to persuade him, but instead threw out a genuine jade pendant with Tianji Dao patterns, turning his back and leaving the place, not looking back:

“I will point you to a path to survival, whether you take it or not, is your choice.”

“The Siyi Secret Realm, the original dwelling place of the Saint Emperor Qilin, go look for it, you might still find a Saint Emperor position.”

“If you find it feasible, crush the jade pendant, and it will send you into the Sacred God Continent.”

After a pause, Dao Qiongcang’s figure became ethereal: “Remember, once you bond with a position, there’s no turning back.”

Yuegong Li gripped the jade pendant in his hand, looking up, the figure had vanished into a speck of light.

Dao Qiongcang had also left.

Just like his sister and Hua Changdeng, they left resolutely, decisively.

Those friends he grew up playing with had all gone their separate ways after growing up, and there was no one left to accompany him.

And from beginning to end, it seemed he was the only one who was timid and hesitant…

“Heh.”

Yuegong Li let out a bitter laugh, and before his clansmen arrived, crushed the jade pendant in his hand.

A chaotic space-time black hole appeared, swallowing his body, and seemingly pulverizing his will.

Streams of light flashed past…

This was a familiar feeling.

When Yuegong Li was a child, his favorite thing was to use these strange methods to sneak into the Five Domains and escape the family to play.

He dreamt of encountering an opportunity in the Sacred God Continent, becoming a Saint Emperor, returning to utterly defeat his sister, and proving his strength to his father.

Now that he had grown up, his wish could be fulfilled.

He wished to buy osmanthus and drink wine together, but it was no longer like, the carefree days of youth.

“Om!”

Brilliant rays of light, like the most magnificent fireworks, exploded high above Lingyu, scattering down upon the Five Domains.

An intense pressure of an Ancestor God, amidst the still roaring Ancestor God Annihilation Tribulation, poured down like a waterfall.

Creak—

Gou Wuyue’s body swayed, his waist emitted a strange, dry, wood-like sound, and his knees buckled, almost forcing him to his knees.

But his desireless action had long since been enlightened to desireless action beneath the rules.

Not becoming deified or an Ancestor was not impossible, but undesirable.

With the force of a cloud-piercing sword, Gou Wuyue suddenly raised his head, and the sounds of Dao chains tightened around him. Brilliant green light burst from his eyes, tearing a small opening in the terrifying Ancestor God pressure, allowing him to breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning his head, he saw that all around him, everyone was prostrating.

Whether it was the younger generation like Buried Sword Tomb Gu Qing Er and Gu Qing San, or the middle generation like Xiaokongtong and Hua Lai, or the older generation like Feng Tingchen and Mei Siren…

All had slammed to their knees, unable even to raise their heads.

This was not humiliation.

This was the subjugation of the Great Dao.

“Ancestor God…”

Gou Wuyue subtly clenched his fists, his eyes shining with desire.

He couldn't help but look up, only to see that high above Lingyu, the Ancestor God Annihilation Tribulation was only two-thirds over, yet Hua Changdeng had already shed his old shell.

Black robe, black clothes, black hair, black eyes.

His body was stiff, like a corpse.

His eyes were lifeless, their brilliance completely gone.

His spirit and will were reborn in stillness, reincarnating under the tribulation lightning, ascending as specks of light, converging above his old shell, bursting forth with brilliant rays of light, undergoing Dao baptism and extreme sublimation!

The remains left in the void were not without value; they existed between Half-Saint and Half-God. Every hair, every muscle fiber, contained the true meaning of the Great Dao, a treasure in the world, hard to find anywhere.

“Divine Slough!”

Former comrades, aligned as Seven Sword Immortals.

Hua Changdeng, shedding the legendary Divine Slough right before one's eyes—what kind of feeling was that?

Gou Wuyue found it hard to describe.

His expression was extremely complex.

Divine Slough, before deification, becoming an Ancestor, and ascending to the Heavenly Realm, was the shedding of all traces of seeking the Dao in this world, containing all power from mortal to saint, culminating in perfection.

It represented an extreme.

When the Divine Slough appeared, it also meant that the cultivator, on the Dao level, had completed their final "breaking of the cocoon," and could be called "Ancestor God."

It, she, he, could no longer be referred to as such, but rather as "He."

“Hua Changdeng, successfully deified!”

Even though it was expected, with the immense power of the God of Death, and the assistance of the Divine Court and Netherworld, supplemented by his already considerable talent and ability.

The possibility of Hua Changdeng's deification path failing was almost zero.

When an "Ancestor God" truly appeared before them, not just Gou Wuyue, but everyone in the Five Domains who was subdued by the Ancestor God's pressure at that moment, felt tremendous waves rising in their hearts.

A sight to behold!

The first Ancestor God of the Spirit Refining Era, successfully deified!

And this happened even before the Ancestor God Annihilation Tribulation had ended, before the power of baptism had fully arrived, by seizing the essence of the Ghost Ancestor, and deifying early—what terrifying strength was this?

“The long night has finally ushered in dawn, congratulations, Brother Hua… Oh no, Ancestor Hua.”

Under the rumbling thunder, Bazun An remained in white, still standing in the air, not subdued by the Ancestor God's pressure.

He cupped his hands towards the rays of light above the Divine Slough, showing respect, his eyes filled only with admiration, without a hint of jealousy.

“Ancestor Hua!”

It wasn't until Bazun An’s voice appeared that the cultivators in the Five Domains, slowly recovering from the first wave of Ancestor God pressure, confirmed that this wasn't a dream.

“Hua Changdeng, truly reached the Ancestor God realm?”

“From this moment on, he… uh, He will no longer be Sword Immortal Hua, or Saint Emperor Hua, but will be listed among the Ten Ancestors, on par with the Demon Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, and others?”

“My heavens, witnessing history! How many epochs and eras have passed on the Sacred God Continent, yet only ten Ancestor Gods have emerged, and I am fortunate enough to witness an Ancestor God being deified?”

“The thunder tribulation isn’t over yet…”

“I heard that after becoming an Ancestor God, the next step is ascension to the Heavenly Realm. But Master Zeng mentioned that the Heavenly Realm was destroyed and fell into ruins. So, Ancestor Hua, where will He go?”

“He won’t ascend to the ruins, will He? That place doesn't seem all that advanced. Or does it mean that with the path to ascension broken, Ancestor Hua is only half an Ancestor God, unable to achieve true ‘supreme’ status?”

“Right, He doesn't have an Ancestor God fate. He really only has half, with Ancestor God combat power but no Ancestor God ‘position,’ so He can't be in the Ten Ancestors list.”

“But Suoyin isn’t on the Ten Ancestors list either…”

“Suoyin devoured the Art Ancestor, so He has an Ancestor God fate. Will Ancestor Hua fall back to being a Saint Emperor after being an Ancestor God for a while?”

The Five Domains erupted, everyone chattering away.

For the Spirit Refining World, Master Ye and Bazun An had become things of the past. The current era was the era of Ancestor Hua.

He could even rename the Sacred God Continent. What would be a good name? Hua God Continent? Yunshan Continent? And then start a new epoch…

“So, from now on, do we not need to refine spirits anymore? Everyone used to cultivate swords and control ghosts at the same time?”

“Pfft, you really have a way with words. But speaking of it, it does seem incomplete. And the reality is that Ancestor Hua's deification to the Ancestor God realm is not an end, but a beginning.”

“Externally, the Medicine Demon is eyeing him, and internally, Bazun An is not far behind. Look, Bazun An didn’t even bow just now. He must also have the strength and means to deify and become an Ancestor. A storm is brewing!”

“It’s over, it’s over, they won’t really want to blow up the Sacred God Continent, will they? Luckily, I bought land in the Xing Realm beforehand…”

Rumble!

Amidst the fervent discussions of the masses, the Ancestor God Annihilation Tribulation, after Hua Changdeng's deification to the Ancestor God realm, could no longer cause any damage.

And when the last bolt of tribulation lightning poured down and the baptism ended, the nine heavens' glow dispersed, and auspicious rain descended upon the Five Domains.

Withered trees revived, and flowers bloomed luxuriantly.

The newly deified Ancestor God nourished the continent, which was thus revitalized and blossomed with renewed vitality.

Nearly half of the people in the Spirit Refining World felt as if they were touched by an immortal, gaining enlightenment on the spot and making significant breakthroughs.

When they awoke and looked towards Lingyu, Hua Changdeng's divine slough had been taken away. The void tribulation clouds and auspicious glow had dispersed, revealing a magnificent Ancestor God's image.

Above the surging Forgetfulness River, a Bridge of the Other Shore led to reincarnation. This part of the authority had not been fully reclaimed, so the light and shadow were naturally dim.

But on the bridge stood a towering Hundred Ghost Altar, its power incredibly solid. On the altar, ten thousand shadows stood, but only the black-robed figure in the center exuded the most immense pressure.

He stood tall and straight, surrounded by three dark ghost swords, intertwined like vines, seemingly cast from vengeful spirits and phantoms. Their forms appeared human-like, with solemn faces, eyes burning with ghostly fire, and a cross-shaped red glow embedded in the center of his brows.

The cross-shaped red glow contained a mustard seed that held a Sumeru, seemingly loaded with all the souls, authority, and power of an entire Fengdu. With various powers supporting him, the Ancestor God's image devoured eons, no less powerful than the Ten Ancestors of ancient times.

Ancestor Hua, Hua Changdeng!

Hua Changdeng stood atop the Hundred Ghost Altar, his momentum reaching the cosmos.

With a sweeping glance, his divine sense illuminated everything; nothing in the Five Domains could hide, not even the five great sacred land secret realms were overlooked.

He saw his peers like Bazun An and Cao Yihan, and at the crossroad, he saw Shen Yi leading several people, fighting their way down.

He saw the Hanyu Saint Emperor, shrinking in a stone hall, sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, amidst the bloody storm of the Hanyu Imperial Realm. On the back of the tortoise in the Ganshi Imperial Realm, the Ganshi Saint Emperor and Xu Xiaoshou were seated, playing a game of Go.

He saw the easily defeated conceptual avatars of the three Ancestors outside the realm, the true body of the Demon Ancestor in the coffin beneath the inverted Buddhist pagoda, the spirit of the Demon Ancestor inside the Sword Tower, the will of the Demon Ancestor in the stone statue of the stone hall, and the true form of the Medicine Ancestor within the weeping Daishi Huai.

Of course, there was also the Ghost Ancestor, with calm eyes, looking back at him…

Hua Changdeng saw everyone: all the people in the Sacred God Continent and the Saint Emperor Secret Realm, as well as the Ancestor Gods, naturally saw him too.

Before the Saint Palace’s Xuan Gate, Zi Chong and Bailong, who had not bowed to the Ancestor God’s pressure, now had to avert their gaze and bow slightly in respect.

At the Ghost Buddha’s location, the three White Lineage Ancestors, Youyuan Yizhi, and Sang Qiye were all awakened by the shock, lowering their heads in respectful silence.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon in the space-time rift coiled up, having shouted “slow down the deification” all the way, but immediately fell silent when he reached Cao Yihan.

“Congratulations, Ancestor Hua!”

One after another, sacred messages echoed from all directions, from Half-Saints and Saint Emperors alike.

“Congratulations, Ancestor Hua, felicitations, Ancestor Hua!”

Words of flattery resounded throughout the Five Domains, from Spirit Refiners teaching with palm-leaf scriptures, to the various ancient sword cultivators who had always been disrespectful and defiant.

Yuegong Li appeared at the entrance of the Siyi Secret Realm in the Qilin Realm, just in time to witness Hua Changdeng's deification, and met his gaze.

That day, they parted ways at Yunshan, each pursuing their own path.

Now, only a few days later, Hua Changdeng had achieved great success, becoming an Ancestor God.

“Congratulations to you.”

A smile appeared on Yuegong Li’s lips, genuinely blessing his former friend.

A good warrior achieves no great fame.

Putting aside the twists and turns and future outcomes, it cannot be denied that Hua Changdeng had always been the purest and most determined person.

His Dao, from beginning to end, rarely veered off course, wasting no time, constantly utilizing his talents and resource advantages to rapidly advance on the main path.

Even if he was influenced by the Divine Court and the Ghost Ancestor in the middle, slowing down a few steps, and was slightly slower than Beihuai and the old generation like his father, Yuegong Qi, in achieving Saint Emperor status.

He was a latecomer who gained the upper hand, becoming an Ancestor God first!

Facts also proved that, compared to the new generation like Beihuai, and the older generation like his own father Yuegong Qi, etc.,

Hua Changdeng's proactive and passive choices on the path of cultivation were truly representative of great fortune.

Perhaps, he was the Son of Destiny.

“As for me, it will be difficult.”

Yuegong Li shook his head, no longer looking, and entered the Siyi Secret Realm, continuing his quest for the Saint Emperor position.

Three ghost swords accomplished, making Hua Changdeng an Ancestor.

Hua Changdeng’s mood, however, was as calm as an ancient well. He knew better than anyone how difficult his current situation was.

It is easy to conquer an empire, but difficult to maintain it.

This first step after deification as an Ancestor would determine the direction of his fate.

His luck, during the period of becoming an Ancestor God, seemed to have undergone the greatest turnaround in his life.

Just then, the Medicine Ancestor in the Daishi Huai of the Weeping Imperial Realm was confronting Beihuai, and the battlefield was even in the Hanyu Imperial Realm.

It was the right time, the right destiny!

After a deep glance at Bazun An before him, Hua Changdeng did not rush to merge with the Dao. He still maintained his calm character, cherishing words like gold. With a backhand sword, he pointed towards Weeping.

“Intent Ghost!”

With a shout, among the three sword ghosts before him, the Intent Ghost soared, piercing through space and time, easily constructing the Bridge of the Other Shore that connected to reincarnation, between reality and void.

It connected the Sacred God Continent to the Weeping Imperial Realm.

At this end of the bridge, Hua Changdeng stood with his hands behind his back.

On the other side of the bridge, the Ghost Ancestor let out a long laugh and flew onto the bridge.

At this moment, all eyes—of the Demon, Medicine, Suoyin, and other Ancestors; of Xu, Ba, Dao, and others; of Kong Yuhan, who floated outside the world; of the Dao-incarnated Hua Weiyang… all eyes on the Heavenly Ladder, inside and outside the starry sky—all fixed intently.

“What are They planning?”

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