Chapter 668: Chapter 461: The Son of Heaven of This Era, the Ancestral Dao’s Trump Card (Part 2)

From start to finish, the young warrior sharpening the sword never lifted his head, single-mindedly engrossed in pushing the black long sword in his hand, as if this were the only thing left in the world.

The slightly harsh scraping sound echoed incessantly in the silent courtyard.

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Vast Universe.

Between the deep corridors, the atmosphere was as heavy as mercury, laden with the dust of ages and an indescribable pressure.

Chu Zheng stood silently at the entrance of this inscrutable deep corridor, which seemed capable of devouring everything.

His gaze slowly swept across the darkened corridor’s sides, observing the kneeling figures, feeling a surge of emotions.

These beings varied in form, not all belonging to the Human Race, yet each symbolized a mighty lord of this realm, governing vast territories and countless living creatures.

Kneeling at the forefront, closest to the stone gate, were two figures whose presence symbolized the very foundation of this Vast Universe.

The two Ancient Ancestors, along with the more than a hundred Pavilion Masters of overwhelming aura in the rear, had their heads bowed, displaying a demeanor bordering on reverence.

Chu Zheng couldn’t discern the situation before him; such sudden veneration could make anyone lose their composure instantly.

In a flash, countless thoughts clashed and played out in his Sea of Consciousness.

Go along with the pretense, impersonate an Ancestral Dao? Might as well go with the mistake?

This is absolutely impossible!

The two Ancient Ancestors before him had existed for ages likely longer than many Ancestral Realms in the Great Universe, their power unfathomable, their perception keen.

Though there were secrets on him now, compared to the one who left such terrifying contingencies, making even Ancient Ancestors bow willingly, he was worlds apart in essence.

Any disguise in their eyes would be like child’s play, easily exposed in an instant, utterly meaningless; better to be somewhat honest.

Rather than perform poorly under the gaze of those who see through everything, it’s better to unveil the mystery actively, perhaps learning more information.

Chu Zheng forcibly suppressed the tumultuous waves in his heart, the boiling thoughts in his Sea of Consciousness instantly settling into an icy clarity.

He took a deep breath, gradually calming the intense emotional upheaval, his gaze as placid as a deep pool, sweeping over the many formidable beings kneeling on either side, finally landing on Xi Riri, clad in blood-red garb, closest to him.

Erosion Sun Rain.

This name, he had heard before, back when Fu Pinglan borrowed the path through the Universe, it was him who came forward.

After a moment, Chu Zheng’s voice resounded in the deep corridor, breaking the eternal silence that seemed to have congealed there for ages:

“Erosion Sun Rain.”

“Can you explain a thing or two?”

His gaze landed on Erosion Sun Rain, urgently seeking an answer that might unravel the absurd and deadly situation before him.

Upon hearing, Erosion Sun Rain slowly stood up, his elegant face devoid of any jesting expression, speaking solemnly:

“During the great change of the heavens and the earth, I received the grace of the Ancestral Dao and attained Dao at the end of Ancient Times, ordered to guard the Ancestral Shrine, awaiting the Ancestral Dao to return to the mortal world.”

His voice paused for a moment, his gaze somewhat drifting, as if reminiscing those times so distant they dimmed the Stars, his voice carrying a trace of awe:

“At that time, the Ancestral Dao emerged from the great battle, crossed the Chaos Sea, stabilized the heavens and earth, imparted the Qi-refining Technique to the world, then entered the Universe, battled Ancient Ancestors, broke the Heavenly Fate, nurtured us until we first mastered the Space-time Law, establishing domains and opening territories.”

Saying thus, Erosion Sun Rain’s breath slightly deepened: “At that time, the Ancestral Dao decreed a mandate, engraved deep within the origin of our Dao Seed, inscribed for eternity, not daring to forget for even a day.”

“The decree says: When the eternal tribulation ends, the pillars of heaven will fall, the earth may crack, Yin and Yang are in discord, the universe overturns, on the day I tread this gate again, Yin and Yang shall consummate, the universe will stabilize, then shall the path of reincarnation be reforged, human relationships reordered, the heavenly axis shifted, the chronicle of earth changed, recreating the universe’s cosmos.”

Erosion Sun Rain’s voice echoed in the dark corridor, the numerous Pavilion Masters behind him were also swept by emotions, eyes brimming with irrepressible excitement.

The day when the Ancestral Dao returns to the Universe will be when the two realms unify, and the heavens and earth are altered.

Chu Zheng’s heart slowly sank, at this moment he understood much.

Everything he had experienced from the moment of his birth was neither coincidental nor happenstance.

This was a scheme laid out since the end of Ancient Times, spanning the endless river of time, by the Ancestral Dao who had disappeared into the annals of time, having already determined the future through endless ages of calculations.

He foresaw the great calamity of heaven collapsing, Yin and Yang in disarray, and also foresaw that he himself would emerge from behind this gate after countless ages.

The powerful figures kneeling here, whether Pavilion Masters renowned for their authority or unfathomable Ancient Ancestors, were all seeds planted by the Ancestral Dao in the endless ages past, the true trump cards.

In Chu Zheng’s heart, there was only a silent sigh:

“In the end… there’s no escaping Ancient Times.”

He shook his head silently, with a bitterness almost absurd.

Altering the heavens and earth? Stabilizing the cosmos? What kind of power is that? It’s a realm only reachable by those who command supreme Heavenly Fate, connecting the past, present, and future, above all laws of the Myriad Heavens and Realms.

His cultivation was now only at the first step of the Tenth Order, far from even peeking at the supreme threshold of the Ancestral Realm.

Chu Zheng’s gaze was as deep as an abyss, slowly sweeping over the figures still deeply kneeling on both sides, their powerful auras withdrawn but unable to hide the fervent anticipation from deep within their souls.

They were worshiping, not him, Chu Zheng, but the Ancestral Dao of the decree who could lead them to accomplish the great task of altering the heavens and earth.

Chu Zheng’s fingers, hidden in his sleeve robe, unconsciously clenched. If he could slain Song Lingxue, seized two and a half portions of Heavenly Fortune, plus the portion he carried, once stepping into the Ancestral Realm, his foundation solidified, he could borrow the path to step into the Chaos Sea, bringing in three-tenths of Heavenly Fortune into his hands.

By then, bearing more than three-tenths of Heavenly Fortune, coupled with the accumulated foundation of this Vast Universe over the ages, aided by the Ancient Ancestors and Pavilion Masters before him,

Then in this struggle of doctrines deciding the ultimate fate of two realms, he, Chu Zheng, would be able to carve a blood-stained path and make it to the end, stabilizing the cosmos of both realms.

This path, too, had long been paved for him.

Chu Zheng lowered his eyelids, feeling the power of Heavenly Fortune within him, his thoughts sinking.

The bit of Heavenly Fortune he carried was already considerable for ordinary living creatures, but not enough even to enter the Ancestral Realm, far from enough.

With his foundation unsteady and realm unformed, how could he talk about stabilizing the cosmos?

Without enough Heavenly Fortune, he couldn’t become Chengzu, unable to become Chengzu, he couldn’t acquire more Heavenly Fortune, a nearly deadlock situation.

As Chu Zheng’s thoughts churned, the sense of powerlessness nearly transforming into a tangible shadow enveloping his Sea of Consciousness.

Erosion Sun Rain, moderately bowing, seemed to sharply capture the fluctuation in Chu Zheng’s emotions, his head still lowered, his voice steadier, with a soothing intention:

“No need to worry, Ancestral Dao.”

The address “Ancestral Dao” was uttered with utmost naturalness, as if already acknowledged.

Erosion Sun Rain continued, his tone as calm as stating an evident fact:

“The subsequent matters, we will handle for you, you only need to focus on your cultivation and await the right opportunity.”

Chu Zheng’s gaze focused, landing on him.

Erosion Sun Rain straightened up, speaking solemnly: “The Heavenly Fortune you need to enter the Ancestral Realm, we will gather for you.”

Gather?!

Chu Zheng was startled, his pupils involuntarily constricting for a moment, unable to help but inquire further:

“How will it be gathered?”

He hadn’t expected that Erosion Sun Rain seemed to have already prepared.

Erosion Sun Rain slowly lifted his head, his expression unruffled, only in the depths of his eyes flashed a hint of coldness, speaking solemnly:

“Open the Boundary, and we will extract the fortune for you.”

He turned to look towards the entrance of the deep corridor, his gaze seemed to penetrate the sky, falling upon the Boundary separating the two realms:

“Previously, when the Boundary shattered, we did not rush to take action precisely because of your decree, waiting for the right moment, now that you have arrived in the Universe, it signifies the time has come.”

Chu Zheng’s gaze focused, finding it a bit unbelievable:

“You can open the Boundary?”

“Of course not.”

Erosion Sun Rain slightly shook his head, turning back to Chu Zheng, his gaze even colder:

“But you can.”