How Did He Tamper With It? The Dark Wang Yue
How Did He Tamper With It? The Dark Wang Yue
The Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being’s ambition was immense. Ever since the Immortal Epoch, he had lain dormant until now—all for the sake of attaining the Dao Fruit of an Immortal King.
The gap between an Immortal King and a True Immortal was simply beyond description. Words like “chasm” or “impassable gulf” fell far short. With a flick of a finger, they could annihilate a universe; with a single thought, they could divide chaos and open up worlds.
What’s more, what he sought to attain was the Dao Fruit of the Principles of Reincarnation—the difficulty of which was simply unimaginable.
So in the end, even the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being had no choice but to abandon that path, and instead walk the road of devouring and refining the Source of all living beings.
This was the profound mystery he had comprehended from that bowl of well water given to him by the six Great Ancestors of the Absolute Yin Heaven. It was called devouring, but it was more like nibbling away bit by bit.
Though to the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being, it was all the same.
“These runes seem incomplete... why does it look like someone did this deliberately?”
“If it were a coincidence, then why does every single rune seem to be missing something?”
Within the palace, the Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being carefully pondered the many mysterious runes before him, his expression suddenly darkening.
He hadn’t noticed at first. It was only after continuous study and contemplation that he began to sense it.
This left him somewhat incredulous.
Individually, there was nothing strange about comprehending these runes.
But when connected together, they proved extremely disjointed.
If some of the runes could link together to form some special meaning, he wouldn’t have been suspicious.
Yet every single rune seemed, as if by an uncanny coincidence, to be missing a segment.
That feeling of being neither here nor there was like reading through a tattered scripture, where a large chunk was missing from the middle of every passage.
Seeing this, Jiang Chuchu quietly let out a breath. Unsurprised, she was about to leave.
But in the next instant, her hair stood on end, and the blood in her entire body seemed to freeze.
A terrifying aura beyond compare suddenly swept forth.
An incomparably enormous mouth—like a vast, boundless abyss, lined with endless blood-red fangs—suddenly gaped open within the dense fog not far away, devouring every living thing.
It was utterly horrifying. The entire world seemed to plunge into absolute darkness in an instant, as if the whole sky had been swallowed clean by that colossal maw.
The Golden Decree Jiang Chuchu had summoned didn’t last even a single breath before it cracked apart with a kacha, dissolving into a sky full of golden light that scattered into nothing.
The three fleeing Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beasts didn’t even have time to scream before that heaven-swallowing maw snapped them up. Like three little chicks, they burst apart with a few muffled pupu sounds.
Endless Yin Qi of the Absolute Yin Heaven surged like tidal waves, sucked into its belly with the roaring sound of raging billows—enough to make the heart and gall of any timid Cultivator burst with terror.
This terrifying entity, whose form could not be seen and which seemed nearly boundless, was simply too dreadful. There was no telling just how enormous it truly was.
Only that gaping maw was visible—like an abyss without end, crimson fangs lining its edges, more than capable of tearing apart the body of a True Daoist.
“Could this be the legendary Wang Yue Celestial Beast?”
“Weren’t they said to have gone extinct long ago? Why would one appear within the Absolute Yin Heaven?”
It took Jiang Chuchu a good long while to recover from that bone-chilling state, seemingly unable to believe it.
She had only read records of this fearsome Celestial Beast in some of the ancient texts of the Mortal Palace.
It swallowed the heavens and devoured the earth—nigh omnipotent.
There were even rumors that within the belly of a Wang Yue Celestial Beast, a universe was gestating.
The boundless, ferocious beast before her—so horrifying it made one’s courage tremble—seemed to be a Wang Yue Celestial Beast corroded by the Yin fog of the Absolute Yin Heaven.
“Could it be that Gu Changge is playing me? How did he do it? How did he tamper with it?”
The Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being’s expression shifted between dark and uncertain.
Were it not for his wariness that this place was the territory of the Longevity Gu Family, he would have sought out Gu Changge to interrogate him in person.
But soon, his thoughts returned.
The Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being knew that Gu Changge had left the family during this period and was not here.
“Just what secrets is this brat hiding from this old man?”
The Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being narrowed his eyes. He had no intention of alerting Gu Changge; instead, he had suddenly grown very interested in the secrets the young man was concealing.
Originally, he had planned to leave the Longevity Gu Family and head to those ancient universes where he had previously cultivated in seclusion, to test out the runes he had recently comprehended.
But upon suddenly learning that Gu Changge very likely possessed the rest of the complete runes, he lost all interest in that. Instead, he now wanted to uncover Gu Changge’s secrets and pry those runes out of him.
“Forget it. This old man shall wait for him a while longer within his family.”
The Ancient Reincarnation Supreme Being closed his eyes once more, standing as still as a reef.
Meanwhile, deep within the Absolute Yin Heaven, where the fog spread and billowed—
A white-clad beauty with an icy-cold expression, her entire body shrouded in clear radiance, was locked in fierce combat with a multitude of Yin Spirits.
Streak after streak of sword light, like azure rainbows, swept down like a boundless drizzle, piercing through the surrounding fog and causing many Yin Spirits to explode.
Her cultivation was undoubtedly powerful and coldly fierce, but the sheer number of Yin Spirits around her was simply too great—like locusts blotting out the sky, impossible to kill off entirely.
Even she, at this point, showed signs of exhaustion, swallowing numerous spirit-glimmering precious pills and Spiritual Plants to restore her blood and Qi.
“The source of this Absolute Yin Heaven eruption is truly too hard to trace. It’s as if it came out of nowhere, without any warning.”
This white-clad beauty was none other than the Saintess of Mortal Palace, Jiang Chuchu.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, her robes stained with quite a bit of blood, as she fought the Yin Spirits while rapidly retreating.
In her original plan, if she couldn’t find the slightest clue, she would withdraw from this place and return to safe territory.
But who could have known that this eruption of the Absolute Yin Heaven seemed to have no traceable source at all?
Moreover, the number of Yin Spirits was beyond imagination—far exceeding any previous eruption of the Absolute Yin Heaven.
Jiang Chuchu’s own strength was not weak, and she had many life-saving means, yet she had still encountered numerous life-and-death crises, narrowly escaping with her life again and again.
“It seems I can only retreat to safe territory. Against this calamity of the Absolute Yin Heaven’s eruption, I am truly powerless.”
So Jiang Chuchu thought, sighing softly with some regret. Her white robes fluttered like a celestial maiden’s, leaving only streaks of afterimages as she swiftly vanished from the spot.
Yet those Yin Spirits clung to her like maggots on bone, pursuing relentlessly behind her.
Suddenly, the thick fog ahead was violently torn apart, and numerous Yin Spirits shrieked as they burst apart.
Among them were several terrifying creatures with scarlet eyes and enormous bodies, wreathed in dense grey mist, tearing through space as they charged toward Jiang Chuchu.
On their savage giant claws, sharp blades flickered with crimson Principles of Dao, wisps of it coiling like a boundless ocean, seeking to drown everything.
Every living thing before them exploded instantly under such fluctuations, body and soul annihilated.
These were Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beasts, their minds long since corroded by the Yin Qi of the Absolute Yin Heaven, leaving only a frenzied will to slaughter.
Jiang Chuchu’s aura had startled them, and now their sole remaining thought was to tear apart this tiny Human before them.
“Not good.”
“Why would there be several Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beasts here?”
As Jiang Chuchu sped through this space, sensing that aura, her expression changed slightly, her dark brows knitting together.
She knew her own strength well. Against a Perfect Prodigy or a Sacred Emperor Realm existence, she still had a chance to fight for her life.
But against Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beasts, if she didn’t flee, there was only death—no second possibility.
Earlier, she had already encountered one Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beast and had only narrowly escaped with her life.
This time, she didn’t know whether her luck would hold.
Before her were no fewer than three Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beasts.
Each one’s true body resembled an ancient star standing within the boundless fog—immeasurably vast, unfathomably powerful—as they stretched out giant claws, tearing apart everything.
Space itself grew viscous. Strands of Principles of Dao continuously collapsed, crushing down like waterfalls.
The vast energy surged like a boundless ocean, battering this stretch of void, destroying everything in its path.
Jiang Chuchu hadn’t expected that even with their minds corroded, these ferocious beasts would still carry such terrifying Transcendent-realm laws—not much weaker than Quasi-Emperors at their peak.
She immediately brought out her life-saving treasure—a page of glittering golden decree that appeared above her head, rustling as it unfurled.
One after another, mysterious and ancient runes emerged, flickering with dazzling brilliance, possessing unfathomable and terrifying power.
Within this golden decree of hers, the aura of a True Daoist interwove, like a blazing great sun illuminating this gloomy land.
As the Saintess of Mortal Palace, she naturally lacked no rare treasures or decrees.
But such things were limited—each contained only a single strike from a True Daoist.
Few materials in this world could withstand the power of a True Daoist, and forging such an artifact was incomparably difficult.
Aside from the greatly favored Young Prodigies of the major immortal orthodoxies, ordinary Cultivators could never hope to even glimpse such a rare treasure.
Jiang Chuchu didn’t possess many either, and she had already used up quite a few before.
As this Golden Decree appeared, erupting with a terrifying, dazzling aura of destruction, a trace of fear finally surfaced in the eyes of the three pursuing Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beasts. Sensing an aura like that of a natural predator, they turned to flee, no longer daring to give chase.
“Good, it worked.”
Seeing this, Jiang Chuchu quietly let out a breath. Unsurprised, she was about to leave.
But in the next instant, her hair stood on end, and the blood in her entire body seemed to freeze.
A terrifying aura beyond compare suddenly swept forth.
An incomparably enormous mouth—like a vast, boundless abyss, lined with endless blood-red fangs—suddenly gaped open within the dense fog not far away, devouring every living thing.
It was utterly horrifying. The entire world seemed to plunge into absolute darkness in an instant, as if the whole sky had been swallowed clean by that colossal maw.
The Golden Decree Jiang Chuchu had summoned didn’t last even a single breath before it cracked apart with a kacha, dissolving into a sky full of golden light that scattered into nothing.
The three fleeing Quasi-Emperor-level ferocious beasts didn’t even have time to scream before that heaven-swallowing maw snapped them up. Like three little chicks, they burst apart with a few muffled pupu sounds.
Endless Yin Qi of the Absolute Yin Heaven surged like tidal waves, sucked into its belly with the roaring sound of raging billows—enough to make the heart and gall of any timid Cultivator burst with terror.
This terrifying entity, whose form could not be seen and which seemed nearly boundless, was simply too dreadful. There was no telling just how enormous it truly was.
Only that gaping maw was visible—like an abyss without end, crimson fangs lining its edges, more than capable of tearing apart the body of a True Daoist.
“Could this be the legendary Wang Yue Celestial Beast?”
“Weren’t they said to have gone extinct long ago? Why would one appear within the Absolute Yin Heaven?”
It took Jiang Chuchu a good long while to recover from that bone-chilling state, seemingly unable to believe it.
She had only read records of this fearsome Celestial Beast in some of the ancient texts of the Mortal Palace.
It swallowed the heavens and devoured the earth—nigh omnipotent.
There were even rumors that within the belly of a Wang Yue Celestial Beast, a universe was gestating.
The boundless, ferocious beast before her—so horrifying it made one’s courage tremble—seemed to be a Wang Yue Celestial Beast corroded by the Yin Qi of the Absolute Yin Heaven.
Its origins were untraceable, unimaginable.
In Jiang Chuchu’s view, it seemed more like a creature that had been buried in the Absolute Yin Heaven in ancient times, only to later awaken for unknown reasons and give rise to a new sentience.
She even felt that if this Wang Yue Celestial Beast—corroded by the Yin Qi of the Absolute Yin Heaven—were to break into the Beyond, it would set off boundless upheaval, unleashing world-drowning slaughter. Living beings would be plunged into misery, utterly annihilated.
Even the Golden Decree containing a True Daoist’s strike had been swallowed in one gulp, dissolving into a sky full of light.
A true True Daoist, before it, would likely be reduced to mere food.
Its body was simply too enormous—boundless and endless, as if it could fill an entire universe, connecting countless worlds.
“Was it merely sleeping all this time? For the Beyond, this is the true catastrophe.”
Jiang Chuchu’s expression returned to calm as she gazed at that heart-palpitating, fathomless darkness, knowing she could hardly escape death.
Within this boundless, endless Absolute Yin Heaven, no one knew what other great horrors lay hidden.
The awakened Wang Yue Celestial Beast was as if it had been starving for countless ages—swallowing heaven and earth, devouring all things.
Everything before it was food. Even beings as powerful as Quasi-Emperor-level Yin Spirits were no exception.
And naturally, neither was she.