One Palm Annihilates the Eight Thousand Continents, None Remain in the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms, Qing Feng's Mysterious Little Flask
One Palm Annihilates the Eight Thousand Continents, None Remain in the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms, Qing Feng’s Mysterious Little Flask
Within the cave dwelling, divine light flickered faintly, immortal mist interweaving, a terrifying aura surging within.
Even the living beings prostrating outside the cave dwelling could feel the dreadful pressure emanating from within.
Their faces turned pale, trembling all over, unable to understand why their lord was so furious today out of nowhere.
Because no matter when, their lord was always composed and indifferent, exuding the confidence of one who had everything under control, caring nothing for anything.
Even if the sky were to fall, their lord’s expression probably wouldn’t change in the slightest.
“Could it be that even our lord has encountered some difficult problem? Could it be because of that one from the Gu Family who recently arrived?”
They speculated among themselves.
Because before this, their lord would from time to time inquire about matters of the Longevity Gu Family, showing great concern.
So they subconsciously assumed that their lord was wary of that successor of the Gu Family.
After all, judging from all the rumors, that Gu Family successor was absurdly, outrageously powerful.
Although their lord had once suppressed his entire era and seized the title of number one in the Beyond,
he had never emerged into the world again since then.
Who knew what the outcome would be if he faced that Gu Family successor.
Meanwhile, within the cave dwelling, the man in purple robes still couldn’t believe this outcome, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.
“This is impossible. Isn’t Gu Changge her older cousin? How could he do such a thing...”
“I knew that Gu Changge was no good person. The way he appears before all living beings now is all an act. He is inherently a cold and heartless man. That so-called digging out the bone to return to his sister was nothing but a joke.”
By now, the man in purple robes had calmed down, various emotions flickering within his eyes.
He did not doubt his own Foreseeing Eye divine ability.
In the scene he had witnessed, that young man was naturally Gu Changge.
Although the man in purple robes had never seen Gu Changge in person, he had seen his portrait, and it was nearly identical to the person he saw in his vision.
And that woman in green, in that cold, damp dungeon, pierced through by iron chains, hanging upon the wall—
wasn’t she his Junior from his past life, Dao Xian?
In this life, she should be called Gu Xianer, the heaven-blessed daughter of the Longevity Gu Family.
But in her childhood, her Great Dao Bone was ruthlessly dug out by her older cousin, Gu Changge.
Her childhood was tragic, full of twists and turns, until finally, before Skyward Ancient City, Gu Changge, left with no choice, confessed the events of that year before all under heaven.
And he dug out the Great Dao Bone and returned it to Gu Xianer.
The man in purple robes had emerged late in this life; by the time he learned of all this, Gu Changge had already returned the Great Dao Bone to Gu Xianer.
He had thought this grudge was already settled.
But who would have thought that today he would see such a fragment of the future.
This caused a terrifying roar to arise in his heart, impossible to calm.
He had originally believed that this life would be the fated battle between him and Gu Xianer. In the previous life, not only had she refused to look back, she had even severed his hope of pursuing her.
Back then, how proud his Junior had been, wholeheartedly pursuing the Great Dao, her mind free of all distractions.
Even the various shifu of their Sect were eventually left far behind by her.
But a sudden catastrophe of heaven and earth not only destroyed him, it also destroyed his Sect, and naturally destroyed his Junior as well.
The man in purple robes had never imagined he could be reincarnated. His talent, within his original Sect, could only be considered utterly ordinary.
Compared to his Junior’s dazzling brilliance, he was truly far too lacking.
Yet, against all expectations, he was actually reborn.
The epoch they had once lived in had even become an ancient history no one dared record. Even now, when he recalled it, he couldn’t help but feel his heart fill with desolation, despair, and terror.
On that day, the entire world withered. Even the immortals who had once lived long lives, immortal and undying through the ages, perished in a rain of blood beneath that single halberd strike that traversed the universe and split apart eternity itself.
Ten thousand immortals wept in grief; the Immortal Ancestors crumbled.
Even the Immortal Palace, which overlooked all realms and sat enthroned above reincarnation, was reduced entirely to scorched earth within a single day.
As for living beings?
One palm annihilated the Eight Thousand Continents; none remained in the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms.
From then on, no one dared speak of that epoch. Even now, he had only heard vague fragments of it, after which it became taboo.
The years flowed on endlessly; countless epochs were ground to dust amid the blooming of the Flower of Reincarnation.
And yet he had been reborn.
He believed in reincarnation, and believed even more that his extraordinarily talented Junior would, just like him, appear once more in the world of mortals on some future day.
For this, how many lifetimes had he waited?
“Why, in this life, have you met such an end? This doesn’t suit your character...”
Then, gritting his teeth, the man in purple robes once again activated the Foreseeing Eye.
Though it was merely a fragmentary glimpse of the future,
for him, it required an enormous price.
Forcibly using the Foreseeing Eye twice in one day—he likely wouldn’t be able to use it again for half a year.
This wound to his Source was the price of peering into the future, from which no one could be exempted.
The next moment, the radiance before his eyes grew hazy once more, the signs of time flowing.
The man in purple robes’ complexion grew ever paler.
Soon, the scene emerged—still that same cold, damp dungeon.
Abruptly, he felt a gaze looking over at him from within that scene of the future.
That young man had sensed something.
He raised his head, the corners of his mouth seemingly tinged with interest.
That placid gaze seemed to pierce through layer upon layer of space, landing right before him.
“Interesting.”
Hearing these words, the man in purple robes felt as though his head was about to explode.
The third eye between his brows split open with a ghastly wound, blood flowing without cease.
Yet what horrified him most was—the other party had actually noticed him?
Pfft!
He couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Although those scenes quickly vanished, they still left him with lingering dread, trembling uncontrollably.
“Gu Changge is absolutely not as simple as he appears on the surface. He is a hundred times more terrifying than the rumors... How could such a monster appear in this life...”
The expression of the man in purple robes became graver than ever before.
...
“Gege, all the Elders say I have the Celestial Demonic Physique. What kind of physique is that exactly...”
Within a residence suffused with rosy light and swirling immortal mist,
Qing Xiaoyi and Qing Feng, both now completely transformed, were here discussing something.
The two of them were now vastly different from how they had been at the mountain gate, no longer resembling little beggars from the streets.
Instead, they had the air of disciples of a great sect, precious radiance enveloping their bodies.
It could be said that the marrow-cleansing and tempering had worked wonders, sweeping away all the grime that had covered them before.
Qing Xiaoyi wore a clean, simple white dress adorned with modest ornaments, faint light flowing across the fabric, various chains of rules interweaving upon it, fully displaying the young girl’s delicate grace and obedience.
At this moment, she was asking Qing Feng questions, quite curious about her own physique.
Hearing this, Qing Feng smiled and said, “Xiaoyi, you only need to know that your talent is incredible. You saw how all the Elders fought over who gets to take you as a disciple. If it weren’t for you, I could never have entered a place like the True Immortal Academy.”
“So it turns out that all those cultivation paradises we talked about before simply can’t compare to the True Immortal Academy—they probably don’t even qualify to be compared... Even the water we drink now is divine spring water we’ve never seen before, priceless in the outside world.”
At this point, he sighed with deep emotion. If not for Qing Xiaoyi, he would still truly be a little beggar with nothing to his name.
Let alone tempering his foundation, learning the Dao, and cultivating—such things he wouldn’t have even dared to imagine before.
Although he lacked a Spiritual Root for cultivation, the Elders, in order to curry favor with Qing Xiaoyi, had specially transplanted a Spiritual Root into him.
In one leap, he became a minor prodigy with decent cultivation talent.
Although in a place like the True Immortal Academy, he couldn’t even compare to the servants of those prodigies, he was already very content.
Without a doubt, Qing Xiaoyi’s terrifying talent instantly made her a hot commodity in the hands of all the old monsters, a prized treasure.
Every one of them wanted to take her in, even though she was already thirteen or fourteen years old and had never cultivated before.
For any other prodigy, such a thing would be unthinkable.
“But Gege, I actually don’t want to cultivate. The way those Elders look at me scares me. I feel like they don’t see me as a person, but as an object.”
Hearing this, Qing Xiaoyi said somewhat uneasily and worriedly, “For me, I just want Gege and me to live a good life, to eat our fill and not go hungry, to not be bullied, and then to find the Cultivator who killed Grandpa back then and avenge him.”
“The cultivation world is too cruel. I’m so scared...”
“Xiaoyi, I understand your worries. It’s all because your Gege is useless. I can’t protect you, can’t let you live a carefree life...”
Qing Feng said guiltily.
“Gege, don’t say that. Actually, I keep thinking—back at the mountain gate that day, if the Elders hadn’t shown up, couldn’t we have followed Young Master Changge? Young Master Changge is such a good person. At that moment, I felt that only his gaze toward us was normal, not like everyone else’s, as if they were looking at two monkeys.”
As Qing Xiaoyi spoke, her voice grew coy and quiet, seemingly a little shy.
The girl was at the tender age of thirteen or fourteen.
In that scene that day, the only one who stepped forward to help them out of their predicament
was instead that man who should have been high above, untouched by mortal dust, from a world entirely different from theirs.
This made Qing Xiaoyi always feel as though it had been a dream.
During this time, that scene kept surfacing in Qing Xiaoyi’s mind over and over.
If the Elders hadn’t appeared, perhaps she would already be, just like her brother, at Young Master Changge’s side, serving as a sword-bearing page.
With Young Master Changge’s status, absolutely no one would dare bully them.
Perhaps that wouldn’t have been so bad.
“Young Master Changge is indeed different from others, but Xiaoyi, you shouldn’t let your imagination run wild. What happened back then was nothing more than a single sentence to Young Master Changge. Don’t go thinking he feels anything toward you. You must remember, even now that we’ve become disciples of the True Immortal Academy, our status is still a hundred and eight thousand miles beneath his...”
“For a figure like him, he probably hasn’t even remembered our names.”
Seeing his little sister like this, how could Qing Feng not understand? He couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh and counsel her.
“Aiya... Gege, don’t talk nonsense. I’m not letting my imagination run wild at all. I was just thinking that if I get the chance in the future, I should properly repay Young Master Changge’s kindness. What are you even babbling about...”
Qing Xiaoyi hurriedly waved her hands in denial, her fair little face involuntarily flushing red, flustered at having her thoughts seen through.
Besides, she had now been taken in as a disciple by the old monsters—perhaps she might even get to see Young Master Changge again in the future.
“Sigh...”
Then, Qing Feng sighed, shook his head, and left the place.
He and Qing Xiaoyi had separate residences. Returning to his own room, and after confirming that no one was around,
Qing Feng finally, carefully, took out a flask from within his robes.
It was a very ancient-looking flask, the size of a palm, without any patterns, utterly unremarkable.
But the old beggar who had taken them in back then had been killed by a Cultivator precisely because of this flask.
And the two siblings, because they hadn’t been present at the time, had escaped the calamity.
Afterward, following the clues left behind by the old beggar, he found this flask in the dried-up well of the ruined temple where they usually lived.
As the old beggar’s final possession,
Qing Feng naturally kept it carefully hidden, though he had no idea what use the flask had.
But it wasn’t until these past few days, when he attempted to cultivate, that he discovered this flask was absorbing his spiritual energy.
Then it fed back to him an even purer, even more mysterious aura.
That aura was extremely heavy, strand after strand, pressing down until the void itself seemed about to collapse.
Though Qing Feng had little experience, he also knew... that aura was very likely the legendary Chaos Energy, of which a single strand could crush a great mountain.
The Chaos Energy was nourishing his blood vessels, bones, and organs.
Possessing such a heavy treasure, Qing Feng was naturally extremely careful, terrified of anyone finding out.
In a place like the True Immortal Academy, where experts were as numerous as clouds, the slightest carelessness could get him noticed.
So he hadn’t even told Qing Xiaoyi about this matter.
...
“Greetings, Young Master Changge!”
Meanwhile, at the mountain gate of the True Immortal Academy, Gu Changge’s figure appeared.
These days, the True Immortal Academy had grown ever livelier, with young prodigies from practically every region rushing over.
The Young Prodigies of the current era and the freaks of ancient times had all gathered, their momentum vast and astonishing, their blood energy surging to the heavens.
At the mountain gate, there were now several more elders responsible for checking bone age.
At this moment, seeing Gu Changge, the white-robed elder named Wang Zhongyong immediately broke into a fawning smile and stepped forward to welcome him.
“May I ask what brings Young Master Changge here?”
he inquired.
Gu Changge’s arrival caused quite a stir at this place; nearly all the young prodigies looked over, incomparably astonished.
For many, this was the first time seeing Gu Changge in the flesh, their gazes filled with reverence, curiosity, and other such emotions.
However, Gu Changge’s body was wreathed in a layer of mist, making him difficult to see clearly, as though he stood in another world entirely.
The sky high and the earth vast, everything empty and open—it made the young man standing upon the mountain rocks seem all the more profound and ethereal, transcendent and otherworldly.
In the eyes of many young women, admiration flickered all the more.