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Chapter 128: Riding the Dragon Ten Thousand Chariots, Ascending in Radiant Light!
Chapter 128: Riding the Dragon Ten Thousand Chariots, Ascending in Radiant Light! (Tenth Update – Please Subscribe!)
A hissing sound echoed through the depths of Jie Tian, within a hidden subterranean nest. A pitch-black demonic insect, no larger than a grain of rice, trembled as it let out a shrill cry.
“Mother… have we lost?”
The Spiritual Devourer King’s consciousness surged chaotically as it desperately communicated with the Divine Mandate binding it. Through this connection, it sensed the despair radiating from its maternal force—the world itself. Yet comprehension eluded it.
Certainly, that calamitous flame had been formidable, but the Devourer King remained convinced the opponent couldn’t possibly unleash such power repeatedly. There was no need for fear. As long as its mother—the world—continued to nurture and sustain it, growth would continue. The swarm would recover, and when the terrifying flame returned, it would consume it entirely. No, this wasn’t defeat—not yet.
“Hiss!”
At the King’s mental command, the previously motionless swarm of Void-Eating Beetles erupted into motion once more, streaking toward the Holy Sect disciples.
The assault would continue!
But through the swarm’s collective eyes, the King saw the disciples refraining from resistance. Instead, they watched with mocking gazes.
Why?
Before the question could take root, the connection between the King and its swarm abruptly shattered. In an instant, without warning or reason, the countless Void-Eating Beetles collapsed mid-air, their bodies disintegrating as though struck by divine judgment.
Only then did the Devourer King fully grasp the despair emanating from its mother. Through the Divine Mandate anchoring its consciousness, its awareness soared beyond the realm, glimpsing the true reality beyond.
In that moment, its thoughts froze.
It saw its mother—the entity Jie Tian—cradled in the palm of an indescribably colossal figure.
“What a fascinating anomaly,” Qingcheng Feixue, True Monarch of the Ascendant Throne, murmured, her gaze lingering on the tiny insect in her palm. A smile curved her lips. “Let it live.”
The swarm’s consciousness dissolved into oblivion, overwhelmed by a sense of cosmic insignificance—of awe and terror beyond comprehension.
Back in Jie Tian, rain began to fall.
The droplets pattered endlessly.
For the Void-Eating Beetles, this was lethal poison. Contact reduced their bodies to dust. Yet for the victorious Holy Sect disciples, this downpour felt like life-giving nectar. Vitality surged through their bodies as severed limbs regenerated, and even the gravely wounded rapidly recovered peak condition.
But the most exhilarating change lay elsewhere—the shifting of heaven and earth itself.
“It’s begun!” Zhong Ming leapt to his feet, shoving Xu Xin aside in his excitement. “The world’s transformation—the True Monarch has integrated Jie Tian into her dominion!”
This was the final stage of the Dao Contention War. The victorious True Monarch would assimilate the battlefield realm, anchoring it to their divine fruit and expanding their influence across other territories. During this process, the heavens would tremble, and even the previously unassailable Foundation Building Stage would momentarily waver.
This was the ultimate opportunity to ascend Status Rank.
Imagine climbing a mountain—normally an arduous climb, but now with a cable car gliding effortlessly over obstacles. Thus, the Holy Sect’s True Transmission Disciples had risked everything in the war-torn battlefield. Survival alone offered a path to Foundation Building, even without supreme techniques or refined three-grade true qi.
Now, all disciples sat in meditation, absorbing the cosmic upheaval.
Even Qin Tianhe and other elite disciples remained distant from Foundation Building, their chances of success under fifty percent. They merely prepared for the future breakthrough.
Suddenly—
“Hm?”
“Someone… who?”
“That direction!”
As one, the True Transmission disciples opened their eyes, their gazes converging upward—not at the sky, but at the threshold of Foundation Building itself.
There, before the hidden domain veiled in cosmic shadows, a lone figure stood.
The Dao Contention War had perfected his final deficiency.
Now, he would ascend with absolute certainty!
“Eight rebirths in the blink of an eye,” Lv Yang murmured reflectively. From reckless youth to Holy Sect True Transmission, eight lifetimes had passed before he’d achieved even modest success.
Once, he’d schemed endlessly to reach Foundation Building. Now, without effort, his Status Rank naturally placed him at its gates—mere steps away.
Yet it was this final step that gave him pause.
Crossing it meant no return.
Foundation Building demanded irreversible commitment. He’d refined true qi through the《Nine Metamorphosis Dragon Art》and would now use the《Ten-Thousand Chariot Dragon Ascension Sutra》to lay his Dao Foundation. From that point, his cultivation path would be irrevocably set, and countless karmic entanglements would follow. A single misstep could mean annihilation.
Could he bear this?
Especially with the《Ten-Thousand Chariot Dragon Ascension Sutra》linked to the Jiangxi Pure Land—despite resolving the Subduing Dragon Arhat’s enmity, hidden calamities likely remained.
For the first time, hesitation gripped Lv Yang.
Then his gaze fell on the【Ten Thousand Lives Scroll】beside him.
“Wait—I’ve got a cheat!”
While others faced irreversible ruin from a single mistake, he could always restart. The realization cleared his mind like brightening skies.
He stepped forward!
Boom!
Lv Yang crossed the threshold.
With a mighty roar, a golden auspicious cloud erupted from him, vast and boundless. Within its swirling mists, flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains, rivers, even suns, moons, and constellations formed and dissolved. As the cloud cradled his soul, it transformed into a magnificent chariot, exuding imperial grandeur.
“Roar—!”
A dragon’s cry rang out. The cloud surged with a true dragon’s shadow—five-clawed, horned, radiant with celestial light—guarding his soul as he ascended.
Compared to his past struggles, this breakthrough felt effortless.
The next moment, Lv Yang reappeared in the physical world. Above his head, his Dao Foundation manifested—a swirling cloud breathing in cosmic energy.
Rain drizzled softly.
He stood motionless, his already handsome face now exuding a transcendent elegance. Behind him, the cloud churned, a dragon coiling within, radiating multicolored halos. This wasn’t conjured by force—it was the natural manifestation of heaven and earth celebrating his ascension, resonating with his very being.
Meanwhile, in Jiangxi’s Blissful Purity Pure Land.
A golden light flickered within the sacred domain, flickering like a candle struggling to stay alight before vanishing once more.
At the Jade Pivot Sword Pavilion’s Extreme Heaven Cliff, a youthful swordsman in Daoist robes suddenly looked up, his hand tightening on his sword’s hilt.
“How fascinating indeed.”
A smirk played on his lips.
“How fascinating indeed.”
(End of Chapter)
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