Chapter 453: Chapter 395: Ziwei Life Pattern, 10-Year Retreat
The Divine Embryo descended, and golden light shot skyward.
In the Eight Sceneries World, Song Lin refined the Heavenly Master Treasure Seal with extraordinary skill.
Most of the seal had regained its original form. The inky black hue of the Mother Tree of All Things behind it had long since vanished, replaced by tender sprouts brimming with vitality.
At the moment when the golden light pierced the sky, everyone instinctively looked up toward the heavens.
Song Lin rose abruptly, his gaze fixed on the sky.
"Has the Treasure Servant been born?"
Song Lin asked in amazement.
Seeing this, Song Lin hurriedly took out the Nine Elders Immortal Capital Seal.
Swish!
Twelve Yuan Chen appeared in the sky, drifting off into the distance.
The phenomena at Prince Ying’s mansion alarmed figures from all directions.
The gaze of various mountain ranges, water mansions, and blessed land dao fields converged upon it.
Great Powers from thousands of miles around sensed the anomaly.
Weiling Sect, Yuzhen Sect, and even the Black Heaven Law Realm and Witch God Heavenly King factions dispatched people nearby.
Many forces sent spies one after another.
But before they could act, the Twelve Yuan Chen, glowing like fixed stars, illuminated the earth, transforming into twelve Divine Generals to guard the heavens.
Twelve tribulation crossing cultivators serving as bodyguards—what an extravagant lineup!
Insects lurking in the shadows scurried away, not daring to investigate further.
Later, Song Lin, Mei Hua, and Zhengxin descended to the back courtyard.
They looked at the serene baby girl lying in Wu Yi’s arms.
"Phoenix bearing dragon energy, destiny intertwining with Ziwei—this is a top-tier imperial fate!"
Master Mei Hua sighed in admiration.
Indeed, it was this fate that drove him to personally investigate.
Zhengxin’s expression was grim. Within his eyes, the heavenly signs above the infant revealed a vision of "two dragons playing with a pearl."
The pearl was no ordinary gem; it was the Nine Heavens Immortal Pearl.
The twin dragons represented two types of Dragon Qi. Zhengxin realized the baby carried two royal bloodlines.
The pearl symbolized her life chart—the rarer the pearl, the more extraordinary her origins.
Was this life chart bestowed from the heavens?
"Where did you find this Heavenly Human Life Chart?"
As expected, Zhengxin’s experienced eyes instantly discerned the exceptional nature of the Divine Embryo.
"Ahem, let’s focus on the task at hand. Could the two of you help conceal the Heavenly Mechanism, masking this girl’s fate as that of a mere noble?"
"We could manage that, but how do you intend to explain the earlier phenomena?"
Zhengxin stroked his beard and inquired.
"Simple—we’ll feign the birth of an Exotic Treasure. I’ll take out one of the Nine Tripods and put on a show."
"Good!"
Zhengxin and Mei Hua took action.
The Compass reflected sun and moonlight, while Mei Hua obscured the Heavenly Mechanism.
Eventually, the aura of the phenomena dissipated, and the anomalies surrounding the infant faded as well. Now, she appeared to possess only the noble Purple Qi of royalty.
Song Lin stepped forward and studied the baby.
The infant seemed to sense something, her round, sparkling eyes locking onto Song Lin.
"What is her name?"
"Palace Master should decide."
"Alright, then." Song Lin leaned in and gently poked the baby’s chubby cheek. She giggled and grabbed his finger with her tiny hand.
"Let’s call her Wu Chen—’morning light glowing faintly, heralding the dawn.’"
Song Lin smiled.
This little girl was precisely the Human Clan leader he had been searching for so desperately.
Carrying forward the legacy, Wu Yi would be King Wen, and Wu Chen, King Wu.
Demon-slaughtering, spreading the Taoist lineage, unifying the realm, bringing peace to the Four Seas.
"Let’s go! Return to the mansion!"
Song Lin arranged for Erlang God and others to guard them secretly.
Erlang God had mastered the 72 Transformations and parts of the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill, his cultivation at the Purple Mansion Peak. With the Mei Mountain Seven Saints aiding the protection, safeguarding a baby was no issue.
Just then, Taoist Bai Mei from Spirit Treasure Dao suddenly arrived atop a cloud.
"Master Bai Zhen."
Song Lin greeted him with a bow.
"What’s going on?"
Bai Mei glanced at the infant briefly, his gaze lingering only momentarily.
"An Exotic Treasure was born, hence the commotion."
Song Lin moved his Divine Thought, and a miniature golden tripod floated in his palm.
The Golden Cauldron shimmered brilliantly, emitting streams of icy energy from its mouth.
"Congratulations, congratulations."
Bai Mei cast a skeptical glance at the group, then offered his congratulations and departed.
"Take care!"
The group continued flying toward the Donghua Jungle.
There was still much to do in the Eight Sceneries World.
After reorganizing internal affairs, preparations had to be made for the succession contest. After the contest, they would need to prepare for confrontations with Tianhe.
This period would require seclusion—to cultivate the twenty-four cloud seal system and subsequently prepare for tribulation crossing to become a Thunder Tribulation Cultivator.
The road to the tribulation had already been paved; for now, there was no need to expend energy opening new realms.
After passing the tribulation, they could venture into new realms—this approach would be more prudent.
"With cultivation growth, the deaths occurring in the story worlds increasingly affect reality."
Song Lin had grasped the pattern.
As his strength increased, phenomena like physical body crossing had begun to emerge. Later stages might even involve true body crossing.
To avoid disrupting the grand scheme, it was better to proceed cautiously, waiting until the storm fully passed before entering new realms.
Whoosh!
A fierce wind howled, clouds obscured the moon.
The earth dimmed in an instant.
The stars vanished from sight, and Song Lin’s group seemed to be trapped under a vast black bowl, unable to fly out.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Shouts of slaughter erupted from all directions.
The group steadied their gazes, witnessing thousands of armored horses galloping toward them.
Five pitch-black steeds, their bodies clad in iron armor. The armor studs pierced deeply into their flesh, making them resemble small mountains from afar.
The five horses were bound together by an eerie green soul chain emanating black Qi, threading through their skulls.
Groups of five—there were ten thousand formations of Iron Horse Floating Tombs in the sky.
With demonic Qi surging, snarls and roars echoed as they charged forward like a plow tearing through the heavens.
The trio stood vigilant.
When the army reached them, it suddenly halted.
The horse groups parted, revealing a pale young man.
The man wore a Mystic Robe, his pupils glowing green. In the midst of the army, he appeared like a commanding Great General.
"Ten Thousand Horses Plow Sky Spell? Which faction of the Iron Horse Floating Tomb lineage do you belong to?" Zhengxin discerned the origins of the technique.
Clearly, this man was from the Black Heaven Law Realm Alliance.
Ordinary alliances consisted of several Taoist Schools, each composed of numerous jungles.
The Black Heaven Law Realm had just one Taoist School, but it contained thirty-six jungles.
Each jungle corresponded to one magic vein.
The technique this man wielded belonged to the Iron Horse Floating Tomb vein.
This individual was a Thunder Tribulation Master; surely, he possessed an Iron Horse Dharma Form.
The man ignored Zhengxin and instead stared at Song Lin, lifting his chin slightly as he said, "You must be Song Lin."
"Who are you, sir?"
Song Lin countered. This man clearly wasn’t here with good intentions.
"I urge you not to take part in the succession contest, or face the consequences. This is your last chance—withdraw before it’s too late."
The Iron Horses unleashed thick black Qi, ready to pounce.
"Are you threatening me?"
Song Lin couldn’t believe his ears. He exchanged a glance with Zhengxin, and they burst into laughter.
The pale man sneered and declared, "My name is Tie Zhen. Since you refuse, then today I will kill—"
"Kill what? Hmm?"
Swish!
Song Lin’s entire being radiated golden light, unleashing the full pressure of the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill. The Iron Horses neighed uneasily.
The Twelve Yuan Chen ascended and hovered in the sky, illuminating ten directions like stars, transforming into twelve Divine Generals.
The Nine Elders Immortal Capital Seal, Furnace of Eight Trigrams, Nine Tripods, Emperor Sword, and other magic treasures prepared to strike.
Tie Zhen’s pupils contracted, sweat pouring down his face.
As a rising star of the Black Heaven Law Realm, his judgment was sharp enough.
Each Divine Skill present here could pose a lethal threat to him.
If all were combined...
Tie Zhen shivered.
He now harbored no murderous intent, hoping only that the opponents felt the same.
"Kill what? Tell me."
"I only wish to be friends—don’t misunderstand, Taoist!"
"Then who were you planning to kill just now?" Song Lin pressed.
Tie Zhen laughed nervously. "You misheard me earlier! I said I was about to ’kill chickens and toast to wine,’ not ’kill anyone.’"
"Busy today—leave quickly!"
"Of course!"
Boom boom boom...
The army disappeared even faster than it had come.
"Ha, nothing but talk!"
Song Lin returned to seclusion to cultivate.
The critical ten-year retreat began, with plans to emerge a decade hence.
The tale of Song Lin stunning Tie Zhen of the Black Heaven Dao Alliance with just a threat further elevated his reputation, deterring petty troublemakers from approaching.
Time slowly passed amidst the light and shadows of open and covert strife.
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