Above the Great Dao

Yan Xianzhi frowned and said, "It has appeared again."

Xia Canghai sighed and said, "A few days ago, nightfall came a moment earlier."

Yan Xianzhi frowned even more tightly: "I always feel that the appearance of the Heavenly Disasters is related to changes in the True God. This time's disaster may not be the only one; it's very likely the second, the third, will follow one after another. Do you know how many Heavenly Disasters occurred before the end of the True King Era?"

Xia Canghai said, "I read a bit about that era's history, but even my Xia family doesn't have many records."

Yan Xianzhi said, "Indeed, most records about the end of the True King Era have been lost, deliberately destroyed. I went to the Upper Realm and saw the ancestor, and the ancestor mentioned it casually."

He paused and said, "He said there were thirty-seven Heavenly Disasters toward the end of the True King Era, countless people died. The True King had to create the Nine Immortal Palaces to suppress the disasters."

Xia Canghai's body shook slightly, he remained silent for a moment, and then said, "If this is a warning signal, then there are more than thirty more disasters to come."

Yan Xianzhi sighed, "But ultimately, the True King Era was still destroyed by a great calamity."

Both of them fell silent, no longer speaking.

Suddenly, Xia Canghai said, "That woman next to Chen Shi, what level is she?"

"Disaster level."

Yan Xianzhi said, "She should be disabled, not much of a threat. She's very strange."

Xia Canghai said, "How strange?"

"She's in human form."

Yan Xianzhi said, "The records of prehistoric lingering disasters often depict them as non-human, bizarre shapes, very much like underworld Ghost Clan. But she's different, she's human. I think this might be why the True King didn't kill her, but sealed her in Qixia Temple."

The two fell silent again.

Xia Canghai broke the silence once more, "We enter the disaster domain, find the disaster, then what?"

Yan Xianzhi said, "Follow the sacrificial refinement process of the Nine Halls. Find the disaster, raise Wuying Hall, crush the disaster, and that's it."

Xia Canghai nodded lightly.

At this moment, a glow streamed across the sky swiftly, leaving Wuying Hall far behind.

The two officials were surprised, watching intently, but the glow was too fast for them to discern what it was.

"Seems to be heading to Youzhou." Xia Canghai said.

Yan Xianzhi nodded, "To Youzhou."

Xia Canghai said, "Who could it be? Who's faster than the Immortal Palace?"

Yan Xianzhi hesitated for a moment, not speaking.

At the foot of Taihua Mountain, Qing Yang carried Chen Shi and the Black Pot, moving forward with difficulty, his injuries as severe as ever. At that moment, with the disaster erupting, even the mountain gods of Taihua were succumbing, involuntarily transforming, leaving Qing Yang with less and less mana to borrow.

He always wanted to stop, to turn, to head toward the place where Elder Jinghong was hanging.

The disaster affected his perception, making him believe the location of Elder Jinghong was the Holy Land of the Immortal Family, a voice inside continually calling him to go there, to ascend there!

Yet Qing Yang resisted the temptation, continuing to plod forward.

On the mountain path, many people crawled on the ground, like Golden Cicadas, proceeding unconcernedly towards Elder Jinghong's direction.

Qing Yang moved against the crowd; every step was a struggle, no matter how long he walked, he still couldn't leave Taihua Mountain.

Suddenly, he stopped, standing stiffly on the mountain road, becoming still.

He was slowly shedding his skin.

He could no longer withstand the influence of the disaster.

After a moment, Qing Yang shed a layer of his skin, picked up the fallen Chen Shi and Black Pot, continuing against the crowd.

The disaster affected him, yet his will still imposed itself upon his physical body, guiding it away from the center of calamity.

He had one belief, he must get Little Ten out.

He must get this child out of the disaster zone!

He is the grandson of Chen Yindou, his brothers risked their lives to save this child, Qing Yang even died in the rescue attempt, this was the child he saved with his life, he must get him out!

"Uncle Yang, kill me, release the disaster." Chen Shi whispered weakly.

Qing Yang didn't know if he heard him, just stared blankly ahead and moved forward.

Chen Shi struggled, trying to roll off his shoulder, using all his remaining strength, "Uncle Yang, kill me, use the disaster inside me to fight him, maybe there's still hope..."

Qing Yang clamped him tightly, continuing on.

Chen Shi was still struggling and inadvertently saw Qing Yang's face, he was stunned. Qing Yang's eyes had turned deathly white, undergoing a second transformation, yet he still mechanically walked forward, clearly every thought in his mind was used to resist the disaster's influence, unable to hear him.

Chen Shi attempted to stir his Qi-Blood, his entire body like a sieve, with fresh blood flowing out from every part.

He originally intended to mobilize his cultivation, use a spell to take his own life, but upon seeing this situation, he felt relieved.

"So this is death, how simple it is," he silently mused, continuing to stir his Qi-Blood.

The blood within him gradually flowed outward; his body grew increasingly hot, then slowly turned cold.

Chen Shi sensed that death was approaching. It wouldn't be long before he became a cold corpse.

"Then, perhaps that courteous Heavenly Disaster will take over my body?" Chen Shi thought.

At that time, there should be two possibilities: one, things would be worse, and two Heavenly Disasters would erupt together, endangering countless lives. Two, tigers fighting, perhaps the Scholar Heavenly Disaster might eliminate Jing Hong.

This was the most helpless way, also Chen Shi's last resort.

Either destruction or survival!

His body grew colder, gradually, his vision dimmed, the sky seemed covered in a layer of gray mist.

He turned his head with difficulty, looking toward Taihua Mountain, where thick tentacles hung in the sky, penetrating the void, suspending Jing Hong in mid-air.

Stone Rock Lady was still beating Jing Hong, yet Jing Hong's body grew larger, and the Heavenly Disaster continued.

Chen Shi felt his eyelids grow heavier, death drawing ever closer.

At this moment, a beam of light caught his eye.

The beam of light came from afar, heading straight for Jing Hong suspended in the air.

The light paused, revealing a young man.

Chen Shi's consciousness was drowsy, he could only make out a young, blurred figure, vaguely seeing unusual light radiating from him, forming a peculiar halo behind his head.

In the halo sat a Thousand Feet Primordial Spirit, and behind the light stood a Divine Shrine.

The Divine Shrine emanated peculiar rhythms, resonating with the surrounding Heaven and Earth Great Dao.

Chen Shi's wound at the back of his head throbbed painfully, as if it were about to split open again.

Chen Shi struggled to open his eyes wide, seeing the young, blurred figure merging with the Thousand Feet Primordial Spirit, Void Great Realm, and that enigmatic Divine Embryo, emitting a world-shaking aura, then piercing out with a finger.

Tears rolled down Chen Shi's eyes, yet he stubbornly forced them open, striving to see the man's face clearly.

By this time, the morphing Jing Hong seemed to sense mortal danger, countless blood and flesh extracted from the void, flying everywhere, sweeping toward that young man!

Facing the life-and-death enemy, he had no choice but to pause the Heavenly Disaster, his aura surging, attempting to kill that young man first!

"Pfft!"

The back of his head exploded, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere, Jing Hong dragging countless tentacles of flesh and blood, flying backward, crashing against a mountain peak with a thud.

The influence of the Heavenly Disaster suddenly vanished.

All the people climbing came to an abrupt stop, standing dazedly in place, bewilderedly glancing around.

Qing Yang, who was trudging along, also halted. The whiteness in his eyes slowly regained a sparkle.

He awoke, looking up at the sky.

The young man who slew Jing Hong was dissipating unification, as the Primordial Spirit, Great Realm, and Divine Embryo separated.

Qing Yang saw that enigmatic Divine Embryo and was momentarily stunned. Immediately, he roared, with wounds bursting open all over his body, bleeding!

Outraged and incensed, his eyes ablaze, he pulled out his goat horns.

"Don't go, Uncle Goat..."

Chen Shi used his last ounce of strength to grab his goatee, "Don't go, you'll die..."

Chen Shi's words weren't finished before he breathed his last breath and died.

"That's your Innate Dao Embryo!"

"Little Ten, today your Uncle Goat seeks vengeance for you, to reclaim your Innate Dao Embryo!"

Qing Yang gently laid down Chen Shi and the Black Pot, picked up his two goat horn blades, dragging his heavily wounded body, heading toward where the young man was.

Just then, a hand grasped his shoulder.

Qing Yang turned back, slightly stunned.

He saw "Chen Shi" somehow standing up, arriving behind him, wearing a gentle smile, softly saying, "Qing Yang, why don't you listen to advice? My Emperor told you not to go, but you insist on going, with a stubborn temper just like your parents."

—Thank you to Wind-blew Zero, Have Ever Met an Old Friend, the three Alliance Hierarchs for the reward, the bosses are wise～

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