Chapter 1084: Chapter 29: Dyeing the Black Flower White

Are the days of peace coming to an end?

What does this mean?

Gu Shen was taken aback and looked toward the direction where golden light enveloped the inner tomb; Mr. Bai Shu had closed the entrance to the inner tomb, gathered the Golden Divine Domain, and layers of divine light were also gradually retracting.

“These days, there have been some changes at the highest seat. I will go into seclusion for a while.”

Bai Shu softly said, “Perhaps due to the appearance of the ‘traveller’, the growth rate of source matter outside the Five Continents World is skyrocketing. After some time, the highest seat will hold a meeting… there might be Divine Thrones leaving the Five Continents to see what has happened outside the Old World.”

Gu Shen immediately became tense.

If the highest seat is going to hold a meeting, wouldn’t his ‘Netherworld King’ identity be exposed?

The Netherworld King is dead, no matter what happens, he is destined not to appear.

In such an important occasion, the absence of the Netherworld King… those few Divine Thrones from the Outer Continent will certainly have doubts.

“There are some things you need not worry about.”

Bai Shu warmly said, “If the sky falls, taller people will hold it up. I and that person from the North Continent have already set up everything, prepared some means… you just focus on your seclusion cultivation, follow your heart when encountering anything, no need to overthink.”

There is nothing in this world more reassuring than this sentence.

Gu Shen looked at the flickering golden light in the inner tomb, his gaze complex; he felt the burden on his shoulders lightened considerably, and at this moment, he felt a sense of relief.

He was born in the worst era.

The War God of the East Continent has fallen, besieged from all sides.

But this is also the best era.

Mr. Bai Shu, refining the kindling, held up the last shaky heaven for him… If there were no new Battle God, how long could he maneuver under the covetous eyes of the Outer Continent’s Divine Thrones, how long could he survive?

Gu Shen took a deep breath.

The days of peace are coming to an end soon… No matter how strong Mr. Bai Shu is, he is ultimately just one person.

He must grow up quickly.

Gu Shen left the tomb and returned to Divine Temple Mountain.

In the following days, Gu Shen devoted himself wholeheartedly to cultivation.

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Seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these seven days, Gu Shen and Chu Ling were companions atop Divine Temple Mountain, watching flowers bloom and wither, and seeing the merging of black and white.

During this period, Gu Shen focused on refining the “Fire of Life”.

Just as Bai Shu said, if one wants to progress further in the Deep Sea Eighth Layer, there are no shortcuts—

Accumulating the “Domain Embryo” is a task unavoidably arduous!

Fortunately, he possesses the mindset of an observer, and with his heart as calm as still water, cultivation becomes twice as effective with half the effort. Though each small flame grows slowly, one can still see them gradually expanding each day.

Meanwhile, Chu Ling was cultivating the “Ancient Text”.

After her supernatural birth, she was not interested in Extraordinary Cultivation, but rather had a desire for exploration regarding the lost “Taboo Ancient Text”… this aligns with common sense as well. She has limited time post-birth, and Extraordinary Cultivation is bound to be a long process. If focused solely on cultivation, she might not achieve outstanding results and would only waste time.

But if she studies the Ancient Text, as an AI, her cognitive ability, depth of memory, and ability to deduce will provide unprecedented support; in this field, she is a “BUG-level” existence with no predecessors and no peers.

An individual’s life inherently lacks a fixed direction.

Everyone has the right to pursue what they “love”.

Fortunately, Chu Ling found her life’s direction shortly after birth.

During these seven days, she stayed by Gu Shen’s side; she taught Divination Skill to Li Qingci and began learning the Prayer Technique that has been passed down by the Li Family for six hundred years… Learning the Ancient Text is a long process, Li Qingci is not Qianye, her learning speed is slow, and the teaching speed is slow as well; at this pace, one supernatural birth is far from enough to complete the learning.

Chu Ling is not in a hurry.

She came to the human world not to “live for learning”.

She enjoys every breath of air this world offers, every ray of sunlight seen… and thus, on the evening of the seventh day, as the sun sets and twilight descends, Chu Ling’s time of “supernatural birth” reached its end.

Gu Shen and she stood atop Divine Temple Mountain; the gloom that shrouded the area year-round had mostly dissipated, revealing the firmament above the beautiful scene and a ray of bright, pure moonlight.

The sunset sank into the earth, the long night ushered in its prelude.

Day after day.

Every living creature on earth would greet this alternation.

Only… tonight would be the last night of Chu Ling’s “life” this time; she sat at the mountain top, barefoot, mimicking Li Qingsui’s playful swinging of feet; mountain spring water gushed past, washing over the hem of her red skirt and white blouse, and when her hands pressed between rugged mountain rocks, her white fingers appeared faintly illusory, as if drifting into light.

“This is the first time I’ve seen such bright moonlight on Divine Temple Mountain.”

Chu Ling raised her head, her voice carrying a hint of laughter.

Gu Shen, mimicking her, sat down, the black coat tails of his windbreaker fluttered in the air.

“Tonight’s moonlight is indeed beautiful…”

The black flowers atop the mountain had nearly been uprooted completely.

Although these numbers were, compared to the “pollution” of the whole of Divine Temple Mountain, just a drop in the bucket… yet it’s a good beginning; for everything in the world to improve, there needs to be an omen.

Even if it’s just a tiny bit.

The waterfall gently roared, a breeze blew through, carrying petals as pink and white as snow.

Chu Ling reached out, using two slender fingers to pinch a petal, easily placing it in her hair—she loved white flowers, not just because they look beautiful… but more so because they symbolize “life” and “hope,” for most people, those things they have never truly possessed are always full of anticipation and love.