Chapter 494: Chapter 433: Karma EffectCompletion, Transcending the World
The man bid farewell to the villagers at the entrance of the village, draped in a tiger-hide cloak and leopard-skin skirt, carrying the red divine bow and white feathered arrows, and set foot on the road to Kunlun Mountain.
For three months, the sun had refused to set, causing the village’s livestock to lose sleep, the wheat seedlings to wither to yellow, and the rivers to dry up.
If this continued, people in the village would surely start to die.
This man was named Yio. He was born with divine strength, able to shake massive mountains and swift as the wind, and possessed exceptional archery skills. Legend had it his eyes could see a thousand miles away.
Yio had, in fact, never cultivated. It was said that when his mother gave birth to him, the entire room was filled with red light. From that point on, Yio’s physique was different from ordinary people, a being half-human and half-divine.
The journey to Kunlun Mountain was perilous. Yio shot a giant whale, floated on its lungs across the waters, dived into the abyss to fish when hungry, and landed on islands seeking supplies. Along the way, he encountered numerous mutant beasts, all of which he took down with a single arrow.
This bow was extraordinary. It was said that his ancestors crafted it from the horn and tendons of a dragon, with its grip forged from the dragon’s spine.
This bow symbolized supreme mastery in the art of the arrow.
Ten days.
Yio arrived at the foot of Kunlun Mountain and gazed up at the incomprehensibly tall divine mountain, unable to suppress a sigh of admiration.
This towering holy mountain—what kind of magnificent deities were worthy of residing here?
Yio couldn’t help but feel a deep yearning.
Of course, for the sake of the Human Clan, he had to shoot down that sun first.
Otherwise, survival would be too difficult.
One sun in the sky during the day was bearable, but now another wouldn’t rest even at night, causing great distress among the people.
If this continued, people would surely die.
"Halt!"
Boom!
The earth shook violently, and clouds of dust arose.
A nine-headed tiger-like beast, as massive as a mountain, loomed before him.
"Mortals are not permitted to ascend!"
The voice of the Kai Ming Beast rumbled and buzzed.
"Hmph, if immortals can ascend, why can’t I?"
Yio drew his bow and nocked an arrow.
Whoosh!
The white feathered arrow transformed into a shooting star, swiftly aiming for the central head.
"You!"
The Kai Ming Beast was taken aback. How did this man possess the power of the Great Dao, especially as a mere mortal? Had he consumed some miraculous item?
Boom!
Before it could react, the meteor-like arrow struck its central head, exploding it.
Then, with eight consecutive whistles, Yio shot the remaining eight heads to pieces at lightning speed.
Yet, the Kai Ming Beast was not so easily defeated. Its heads began to regenerate slowly.
Yio realized that ascending the mountain might not be possible. Just this gatekeeping beast was enough to block his way. Going further up—whether he achieved nothing or died on the mountain—neither outcome was acceptable.
With this thought, he made a decision.
Standing in place, he pulled his bowstring to its limit, channeling all his strength into unleashing his life’s most powerful technique.
This technique had never been used against anyone before. Today, it was time to test its effectiveness!
Whoosh!
At the peak of Kunlun Mountain, Song Lin floated mid-air, both hands supporting a divine lamp. Golden light bathed his body, turning his flesh to pure gold, within which faint purple patterns began to manifest.
If the golden light could penetrate into his skeleton, one would see that even his bones had transformed into purple-gold.
This was the mark of a Yang Immortal.
The moment the mark was perfected, it signified that the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill had reached Great Perfection, achieving an immensely high level from the inside out.
Due to his physique, he might not yet be capable of Chiyou’s feat of reconstituting himself from particles, but his regenerative ability was still exemplary.
From the inside out, there was no weak point.
Purely physical means wouldn’t harm him at all, unless one wielded a Magic Treasure or possessed some strand of the Great Dao’s Magic Skill.
However, he had yet to fully absorb Chiyou’s power.
The surplus vitality and bones of Chiyou had been refined by Song Lin into the third Cloud Seal of the Thirty-Six Cloud Seals realm.
Song Lin opened his palm, and purple light coalesced into a Cloud Seal, faintly forming the character for "Soldier."
Indeed, he had forged this artifact into both a Magic Treasure and a Spell, operating on principles akin to a sword talisman, being both blade and talisman.
The Cloud Seal transformed into a palm-sized purple-golden bone, significantly smaller than before, yet still brimming with immense power.
One must know that this object could devour vitality, and it could recover quickly.
Song Lin planned to carefully cultivate this bone, ideally refining it into a puppet, which could serve as a qualified assistant in battle.
Whoosh!
Just then, a divine arrow shot toward him.
"Hmm? Such potent arrow intent? But why does the power feel so feeble?"
Song Lin flicked his fingers. Bonk—the white feathered arrow shattered.
Following the arrow’s trajectory, Song Lin finally caught sight of the man at the foot of the mountain.
With a single flash, he descended.
Seeing Song Lin descend, Yio’s expression did not change. In one breath, he unleashed all the arrows he carried.
Unfortunately, without exception, they were all intercepted by Song Lin.
It was then that Yio realized Song Lin had approached him.
"Your talent is excellent, but you lack the Righteous Path."
The young man before him seemed to have the aura of a half-Innate Divine Being, with a hint of regal bearing.
Could he be a future emperor?
"Hmph." Yio snorted coldly.
After some questioning, Song Lin finally understood the situation.
"I see. This seat has indeed erred!"
Placing a large hand on Yio’s shoulder, Song Lin took him up into the sky.
"Watch carefully, for this seat admits mistakes when they are made. Fortunately, no one has died, but restitution must be offered."
With a gentle wave of Song Lin’s hand, a misty rain filled with life force began to fall from the sky.
Wherever the raindrops touched, vegetation flourished, wheat ripened instantly, and all living beings experienced an increase in their vitality.
Witnessing this, Yio finally let go of his worries.
Better than before—this divine spirit on the mountain was a good person.
"Yio thanks the immortal. Earlier, I was somewhat offensive..."
"No matter. Your name is Yio?"
Song Lin’s eyes sharpened as he finally realized who this man was.
The legendary sovereign, the divine archer, the sun-shooting god. A being who was divine in life and became a Ghost King in death.
Song Lin had noticed earlier that this man carried the air of a king.
Could it be that in the timeline without his arrival, Yio was the one who saved this world?
This man possessed a half-divine body from the ancient ancestors of old. The leaders of those times bore the title "Hou," and thus the name Hou Yi came into being.
"Your archery is remarkable but lacks Taoist Realm. Would you like to learn from me?"
Without waiting for Yio’s reply, Song Lin extended a finger.
A flash of golden light spanned a thousand miles, pulverizing a boulder into dust and driving three feet into the earth.
"Disciple greets Master!"
Yio knelt and bowed deeply.
Soon, Yio joined Kunlun, training beside Song Lin.
Yio, having no surname, heard Song Lin inadvertently mention "Hou Yi," and Yio decided to adopt "Hou" as his surname.
Song Lin taught him the Human Immortal Martial Way and bestowed upon him a portion of Innate Yang Qi, along with the cultivation methods from the Real World’s system of realms.
As for the rest, Song Lin gave no extra teachings, as these were sufficient.
Song Lin intended to groom him into the leader of the Acquired Immortals, safeguarding this realm for posterity.
For eighty years, the Qi Land Eight Gods reigned.
Hou Yi fell in love with the Queen Mother of the West’s disciple, Turquoise Pool. She relinquished her position as ruler of the Kunlun Country to retreat into seclusion for cultivation.
The throne was passed to Hou Yi, who became the new Human Clan Emperor after the Great Zhou.
At the moment of his enthronement, the Great Dao celebrated, as if signifying the return of heaven’s mandate.
Song Lin and the Queen Mother of the West governed diligently for twenty years, finally establishing the framework for this world’s structure.
The Kunlun Divine System, the Heaven, Earth, Human, and Divine deities, the Three Emperors of flying beasts, terrestrial beasts, and the Water Clan, and the Four Directions Emperors.
Song Lin was very pleased. The Queen Mother of the West’s domain had finally evolved from a Wilderness into the embryonic stage of a divine system.
"This is the kingdom of us two."
The Queen Mother of the West smiled faintly.
A lone yang cannot grow, and a lone yin cannot flourish. This is the truth of the Great Dao—balance between yin and yang is the Righteous Path.
The myths of the Eastern King and the Queen Mother of the West began to spread from this point forward.
"The time has come. I must bid farewell as well!"
Song Lin sensed the Monster Chronicles—the Karma had already been completed.