Miracles Have Always Come from Trash—Is There Any Need to Care?
Miracles Have Always Come from Trash—Is There Any Need to Care?
When it came to Hei Ming, Gu Changge still held quite a few expectations.
Miracles had always come from trash since ancient times. What if Hei Ming really managed to light this fire? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?
Of course, there was a prerequisite—this piece of trash had better not run into a great villain like him... That said, even if Hei Ming failed, it wouldn’t affect Gu Changge in the slightest.
Weng!
Then, he pointed at Hei Ming, who was kneeling prostrate there, and before his eyes, a ripple-like wave instantly spread out!
Hei Ming, who had been immersed in excitement and exhilaration, suddenly found his vision going black, as if a world-like majestic force was pressing down on him, instantly pushing him out of this space.
The next moment, his figure had already returned to that elegant private room.
Seeing this familiar scene, then looking at his slightly trembling hands.
It was as if... he had just had a dream.
It had only been a brief moment, yet it felt like a lifetime had passed.
The pair of black wings on Hei Ming’s back couldn’t help but flap—he was simply too excited to contain himself.
“This is simply a method beyond the comprehension of ghosts and gods! Just what level of existence is the Absolute Being... I’m afraid he surpasses even immortals...”
Hei Ming’s voice trembled as he forced himself to calm down.
He didn’t even notice that within his eyes, a tiny silver, pattern-like glimmer of light was slowly fading away.
“Entanglement Immortal Spell—it seems this is an immortal spell the Absolute Being specially prepared for me. He knows my cultivation talent is utterly mediocre.”
“This is actually a technique that can ignore cultivation talent. As long as I get others to successfully learn the Entanglement portion of it, I can possess a portion of that person’s talent, and even share in their cultivation results.”
“Simply unbelievable!”
“This... this is just too heaven-defying!”
Hei Ming’s voice trembled slightly, his eyes wide.
He carefully studied the might of the Entanglement Immortal Spell once more, and his whole body began shaking again—his very soul was quivering.
What a terrifying, heaven-defying immortal spell this was!
If it ever became known, it would absolutely cause unimaginably dreadful consequences.
Hei Ming believed that only that Absolute Being could bestow such a heaven-defying immortal spell upon his believer.
Thinking of this, Hei Ming felt a lingering fear, his back going cold.
Such an effect simply overturned everything he had ever understood about cultivation.
“If I had possessed such a heaven-defying thing earlier, why would I worry about my cultivation only being at the Transcendent Realm now...”
Soon, after taking several deep breaths, Hei Ming finally calmed down.
He swore in his heart that this Entanglement Immortal Spell must never be exposed.
Fortunately, the Entanglement portion of the Entanglement Immortal Spell carried no risk of exposing its true function.
This put Hei Ming’s mind at ease.
“But first, I need to find a way to test it. The Entanglement portion of the spell shows nothing unusual—it looks about the same as a normal cultivation technique, yet it’s extremely profound and quite obscure...”
Hei Ming’s brows furrowed tightly as he pondered seriously, pacing back and forth within the elegant room.
He quickly set his sights on his few underlings, planning to test the effect on them first.
And Hei Ming didn’t notice in the slightest that the void behind him had turned blurry for a moment—a gaze carrying a hint of amusement was watching him.
Then, the space there trembled lightly.
That gaze quickly vanished once more.
Gu Changge had left.
He had tampered with the ball of light he bestowed upon Hei Ming—whenever he wished, he could see through Hei Ming’s eyes and perceive everything he saw.
He had always liked to keep a few extra cards up his sleeve when doing things. Even if they proved useless, that was fine.
It was no hindrance.
Meanwhile, Hei Ming excitedly left the elegant room, calling out to his subordinates outside the pavilion, preparing to return to the Black Hawk Family.
In truth, his primary target was still his elder sister, Hei Yanyu.
His heart swelled with ambition.
After all, his sister’s talent was publicly acknowledged as among the finest of the Five Greatest Celestial Ancient Races, with few able to match her.
Her bloodline had returned to its ancestral state, without the slightest physical feature of the Black Hawk Family.
Among the many Celestial Ancient Races of the Celestial Ancient Continent, she was more than enough to rank at the forefront.
Her current cultivation had already reached the Intermediate Partial-Enlightened Realm.
“If the Entanglement Immortal Spell’s effect really is that heaven-defying, I could have my sister learn it too. After all, there’s no loss in it...”
Hei Ming no longer harbored much malice toward his sister now.
Having grown up beneath the halo and brilliance of his genius sister, he was nothing but a piece of trash. At first, he had been full of resentment and unwillingness.
He hadn’t wanted to admit he was her younger brother at all.
To him, this was nothing to be grateful or happy about—on the contrary, it was a humiliation.
But now, with the Entanglement Immortal Spell, he was already certain he would soon surpass his sister Hei Yanyu.
After all, standing behind him was the Absolute Being!
He was that Absolute Being’s faithful believer!
“Recite his true name, and attain eternal life...”
Remembering these words, Hei Ming’s heart was filled with nothing but excitement and exhilaration.
...
Afterward, Gu Changge set aside for the moment his scheme against the Five Greatest Races, including the Black Hawk Family.
After all, he had already laid his pieces and arranged everything properly.
No rush, no panic.
For now, he could peacefully play the “honest man” behind the scenes, not showing his face or getting involved in anything, and simply pluck the ripe fruit when the time came—wasn’t that sweet?
Of course, Gu Changge wasn’t leaving everything unattended either.
He was now beginning to consider the matter of Ye Ling. Compared to the trash-to-glory template he had personally crafted in Hei Ming...
Gu Changge actually wanted to know what the Fortuitous One Ye Ling planned to do next.
Of course, before that, he needed to find an opportunity to squeeze him dry first—otherwise, the arrangements he had made on Chi Ling, the successor of the Vermilion Bird Clan, would all go to waste.
As for what method to use? Naturally, it was still sowing discord and stirring up strife.
People’s hearts were the easiest to throw into chaos.
On this front, Gu Changge was long since practiced and familiar, knowing it by heart.
Just as Yue Mingkong had said, the rotten schemes in Gu Changge’s belly were simply endless—Ye Ling offending him was who-knows-how-many lifetimes of rotten luck.
“At this time, I can arrange an accident for Ye Ling. Yin Mei’s usefulness should come into play now.”
Gu Changge narrowed his eyes.
Weng!
His figure flickered as he left this place, rushing toward other regions.
The range of these ruins was vast. Apart from the central area being a city, the rest consisted of mountain ranges and rubble, along with many collapsed ridges and lakes.
Who knew where the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being had hidden that so-called Supreme Being’s cave dwelling.
Gu Changge had no intention of looking for it, nor the time to spare.
Taking advantage of this period to rummage through more ancestral tombs and break through to the Sacred Realm as soon as possible was far more important than anything else.
Afterward, Gu Changge began searching through this gathering ground. Among the thick mountain ranges, quite a few tombs were actually hidden.
After all, this was a gathering ground. From the Celestial Ancient Era until now, it had spanned at least several epochs—a terrifyingly long stretch of time.
Some of the ancient corpses had possessed astonishing strength in life, some even stepping into the Sacred King Realm.
Perfect Prodigies and Sacred Emperors could both be called beings of the Sacred Emperor level, but in essence, the difference between them was considerable.
Between the two lay a full Nine Minor Realms!
This was because the Sacred King Realm differed from other realms—it wasn’t subdivided into early, middle, late, and peak stages, but divided into Nine Minor Realms!
Upon perfecting the Nine Minor Realms within the Sacred King Realm, a cultivator could be called a true Sacred Emperor!
At that point, one could truly look down upon the rise and fall of ages, with a lifespan exceeding a million years, nearly undying.
Take the Ancient Sky Sacred King of old—his body had been pierced through by the Eight Barren Demon Halberd, long since shattered, his essence and divinity drained away.
Even if Gu Changge devoured him, he actually hadn’t absorbed much.
Moreover, the corpses of some Sacred Kings could very well undergo mutations, giving birth to all sorts of strange and bizarre things.
Miasma in one’s later years, red hair covering the whole body—all quite normal.
...
While Gu Changge, Ye Ling, and the others were all wandering about these ruins, each busy with their own affairs.
The center of the Celestial Ancient Continent was not peaceful either, as the intrusion of the younger generation from the outside world had stirred up enormous waves.
Among the Lost Clans, the True Dragon Clan styled itself as royalty, ruling over the many Celestial Ancient Races.
But the name of True Dragon was not entirely accurate.
They merely possessed a portion of True Dragon bloodline—they were not true descendants of True Dragons.
Even so, this made their clan the absolute overlord of the Celestial Ancient Continent, with only a small number of races able to compare.
At this moment, a honglong sound rang out!
In a desolate mountain range where no one resided, numerous ridges suddenly exploded apart from within.
Terrifying energy ran rampant, divine light surging.
It swept violently beneath the sky, and some creatures and fierce beasts passing along the way couldn’t even react before being blasted into mists of blood.
Then, an incomparably terrifying young figure, dressed in a long cyan robe that made him look rather handsome and extraordinary, walked out from within.
At this moment, he seemed to stand beneath the very heavens.
The scene behind him was astonishing, evolving the annihilation of a universe, the withering of the four directions!
Golden, lifelike dragon shadows coiled through heaven and earth, bursting apart the Eight Wastelands.
He was like a True Dragon made manifest!
His gaze was even more terrifying—within it, stars seemed to revolve, as if he could easily crush everything.
Two dazzling, crystalline dragon horns grew from his forehead, covered in pale cyan dragon scales, bearing a terrifying divine might that could break the heavens and pierce through all nothingness.
A single glance was enough to make one’s heart palpitate, one’s soul on the verge of splitting!
“Congratulations on your emergence, Master!”
At this time, a large number of creatures appeared near the mountain range, all congratulating the figure before them in unison.
There were men and women, all with powerful auras, exuding an ancient and surging presence.
Among these young female creatures, the weakest in cultivation was at the Honoured King Realm, and many were at the early or even intermediate Partial-Enlightened Realm.
Of course, there was one more most important point.
They were all born with flower-like faces and moon-like beauty, utterly enchanting—every frown and smile seemed capable of stirring one’s heartstrings.
“All of you, rise.”
Long Teng spoke with a calm expression, seeming rather different from the rumors.
But those familiar with him knew well.
This was his contemptuous confidence, regarding all under heaven as nothing, with no one worthy of entering his eyes.
If he claimed to be second, no one would dare claim first.
The aptitude of a True Dragon was not something just anyone could be called, and Long Teng was proving the truth of these words with his own strength and talent.
His current cultivation had already reached the Peak Partial-Enlightened Realm, just a step away from igniting the True Dragon Fire and achieving the True Enlightened Realm.
Based on this cultivation alone, it was enough for him to look down proudly upon the world, with no one able to withstand a single palm strike from him.
Not to mention he also bore the Seven-Colored True Dragon Blood and numerous powerful Divine Talents.
Since his emergence into the world, let alone a single defeat, he couldn’t even find anyone who could withstand one palm strike from him.
So much so that quite a few Dragon Clan elders suspected Long Teng was the reincarnation of a True Dragon.
However, they later discovered that apart from his strength and talent being extremely powerful, Long Teng was no different from ordinary dragon prodigies in other respects.
By now, the number of heavenly beauties from other races that Long Teng had taken a fancy to had already reached double digits.
“How did the matter I ordered go?”
Long Teng asked as he led his followers away from this place.
Born invincible, he now had no interest in anything besides seeking out some stunning heavenly beauties.
So when he heard that the Celestial Ancient Continent was opening to the outside world this time and numerous outside prodigies were flooding in, Long Teng had given his orders.
He wanted to select those female Young Prodigies.
He wouldn’t go so far as to claim all the world’s beauties for himself, but those stunning women—how could he possibly let them slip by?
“Master, according to your orders, we have indeed captured quite a few heavenly beauties from the outside world.”
Hearing this, his followers all answered, jade talismans appearing in their hands, light flowing across them to reveal the faces and charms of those heavenly beauties.
Long Teng glanced over them casually, his expression very calm, looking entirely unconcerned.
It was as if... an emperor was selecting his three thousand consorts.
Of course, that was exactly Long Teng’s mindset.
Given his followers’ strength, taking down the young prodigies of the outside world should pose no problem.
Although the Celestial Ancient Continent was closed off from the outside, it wasn’t as if it had never opened before.
But every time, the result was the same. The strength of outside cultivators fell short of theirs, lacking by a margin.
After all, the difference lay in the environment of heaven and earth. The Celestial Ancient Times were called the Celestial Ancient Times because back then, True Immortals manifested, revealing their traces in the world.
The rules of heaven and earth at that time were extremely suitable for cultivators. And the Celestial Ancient Continent’s rules of heaven and earth had well preserved the environment of that era.
For multiple reasons, the younger generation of the outside world had inferior cultivation compared to them.
Otherwise, given their advantage in numbers, they wouldn’t have cared at all.
“Master, this time I have indeed found an absolutely peerless woman for you. That face of hers is one rarely seen in a million years.”
At this moment, a woman with a fawning expression stepped forward and spoke before Long Teng.
It was none other than Long Nu, who had chosen to retreat after battling Yue Mingkong.
She had used a Photographic Stone to preserve the images of that battle, which included Yue Mingkong’s face.
Hearing this, Long Teng showed a somewhat interested expression and said indifferently,
“Let me see!”
Weng!
Seeing this, Long Nu grew even more fawning, and a hazy light appeared on the jade talisman in her hand.
The other creatures also showed curious expressions, crowding over. They too wanted to know what this dragon woman meant—how could she be so confident?
Soon, as the images emerged within, a peerless woman with flowing dark hair appeared. Though only a small portion of her immortal countenance could be seen, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Her dress fluttered, her elegance unmatched.
For a moment, this place fell into complete silence.
Even Long Teng’s breathing grew much heavier, thick amazement appearing in his eyes.
“What a painted immortal countenance! Who is this woman? Where is she?”
Long Teng asked directly, a broad grin appearing on his face.
Long Nu’s fawning expression instantly vanished, replaced by one seeking credit as she said, “Reporting to Master, this woman is named Yue Mingkong. She comes from the Unrivaled Celestial Dynasty of the outside world and is the current Crown Heir, bearing the bearing of an Empress...”
“She also has a fiancé, from the Longevity Gu Family of the outside world, who is also a Direct Disciple of the Skyward Schloss. His status is extraordinary—he has long been called a True Celestial Being, and his strength is extremely powerful.”
To claim credit, she had naturally inquired into quite a bit of Yue Mingkong’s background.
With her methods, learning all this only required capturing a few young prodigies from the outside world and questioning them.
It was just that the information she could gather was ultimately limited.
“Good, good, good. To think such a woman exists in this world. It seems things are about to get interesting.”
Hearing this, Long Teng’s gaze blazed. Rather than being deterred, he was delighted.
After all, he was too strong—he rarely had opportunities to take action.
This time, he could just personally make a move to capture this beauty.
As for that fiancé whose title sounded somewhat intimidating? With his strength, was there any need to care?
If he dared to interfere, he would simply slap him dead with one palm when the time came!
Having come to the Celestial Ancient Continent, no matter what status one held in the outside world, one had better coil up obediently—or just wait for death!
Long Teng didn’t take it to heart in the slightest.
Afterward, he led his host of followers in a grand procession toward the region where the young prodigies of the outside world had gathered.
For a time, all corners of this continent began to stir with unrest.