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Chapter 267: Seeking Golden Transformation Equals Certain Death?
Chapter 267: Seeking Golden Transformation Equals Certain Death?
Though Lv Yang no longer dwells on it, his suspicions were never far off. A True Monarch wouldn’t personally move for a mere junior cultivator. Lv Yang was just collateral.
The real masterstroke lay with Suo Huan. He was the one who used the Myriad Martial Realm’s convoluted Karmic Causality to secretly rendezvous with the True Monarch titled “Soaring to Obscure the Sun.”
Otherwise, why would he attack Chong Ying, the Dragon King of the Four Seas Sect? Did anyone truly believe it was for a trade with that foolish woman, Miao Yin? His goal from the start had been the half-piece of Veiled Dragon Water in Chong Ying’s possession—a fragment of Chen Earth whose yin-yang balance had been inverted by the True Monarch himself.
It was precisely through this that Suo Huan had contacted the True Monarch.
Now, gazing at Suo Huan kneeling on the ground, the True Monarch spoke coldly, indifferent to his feigned humility. “You already possess the method for Golden Transformation. Why seek me out?”
“Your Majesty sees all,” Suo Huan stammered, trembling. “But this wretch dares not conceal—he is compelled by forces beyond his control.”
The True Monarch’s eyes narrowed. “The Pure Land perfected your Fortune Ground. The Holy Sect helped you sense the Fruit Position. The Dao Court bestowed you an official title. Three great powers united to grant you a sliver of hope for Golden Transformation. And you claim helplessness?”
“Even blessings carry curses,” Suo Huan replied, head bowed. “The Everflowing Water could confirm my path, but as a Free Cultivator, how could I withstand the wrath of a True Monarch?” He paused. “The moment I succeed, I will perish.”
“I offer instead to serve you in the Underworld, to be your vanguard, if you grant me a heavenly fruit. I beg your mercy.”
His voice was abject, yet he felt no shame. For someone like him, survival meant groveling, bending, and sacrificing dignity. There was no Golden Transformation without submission.
He didn’t even seal his Spirit Sea. Typically, a True Man at Foundation Building Perfection would lock it shut, barring even a True Monarch’s soul scrying. But Suo Huan deliberately left it open, exposing his thoughts to prove his sincerity.
For a moment, the True Monarch fell silent.
With no barriers, he effortlessly read Suo Huan’s mind—utterly devoid of guile. In essence, the message was blunt: Want to be my dog?
After a pause, the True Monarch chuckled. “Clever. If the sects insist you confirm the Everflowing Water, then do it.”
The words hit Suo Huan like a thunderclap.
What?! He permits it? No fear at all?!
Panic surged. He’d prepared contingencies—what if the True Monarch deemed the Everflowing Water a threat? What if he struck him down instead? That’s why he’d sent only a projection here, not his true body.
Yet the True Monarch dismissed him so easily.
The True Monarch had just clashed with Chongguang over the reversal of Chen Earth, battling over a dozen True Monarchs. How could he now allow Suo Huan to proceed?
“You confirm the Everflowing Water,” the True Monarch continued, “then join my Underworld. I’ll value you all the more.”
He wants the Everflowing Water in his Underworld?
Is he scheming to control reincarnation?
Suo Huan’s mind churned, but his face betrayed nothing. “Thank you, Your Majesty!”
“Yet,” he added, lowering his voice, “my hope is slim…”
The contrast to Chongguang was stark. Chongguang had a Perfect Foundation, a personal Fortune Ground, and a mid-Golden Core patron with a retinue of experts. Suo Huan? A lone wolf with a borrowed Foundation Building Perfection rank, a shattered Fortune Ground formed from a collapsed world, and no backing. Even his slim chance was generous.
He needed more.
He’d already allied with three powers. What was one more?
If the Sword Pavilion didn’t kill on sight, I’d seek them too.
Of the Four Powers, only the Sword Pavilion’s hostility toward outsiders was absolute. To them, outsiders were filth. Want Golden Transformation? Die first. Reincarnate. Lose your memories. Then we’ll accept you. Even Suo Huan’s brazenness avoided them.
“Your audacity is bold,” the True Monarch mused.
The space froze. A crushing pressure descended.
Suo Huan pressed himself lower, forehead to earth, yet his voice remained steady. “I am merely unwilling to accept fate. I seek a heavenly fruit. I beg your mercy.”
The True Monarch laughed. “Very well. I grant it.”
The pressure vanished. The True Monarch’s form dissolved, leaving a droplet hovering in the air. It seemed insignificant—until a Divine Consciousness probe revealed endless oceans within, labyrinthine and infinite.
Suo Huan exhaled sharply.
He gazed at the droplet, realization dawning. “A Fruit-Rank Treasure?!”
A name materialized in his mind: Heavenly Virtue Nourishing Divine Water.
A liquid of purification and prosperity, granting miracles to those on the brink of ruin.
“This is the key to the Everflowing Water!” Confirming it now would attract the Everflowing Water’s resonance, reducing the Fortune Ground’s ascension difficulty tenfold.
Three out of ten? Now there’s truly a thirty percent chance!
He gave this to me? He genuinely wants me to confirm it?
Yet his joy faded.
All sects support me so readily…
Do they truly accept a Free Cultivator as True Monarch? Don’t they fear my interference with the Fruit Position or the heavens?
He’d expected rejection, even resistance. Yet every faction had agreed, their demands harsh but tolerable. None questioned his alliances. None doubted.
Too easily.
Suo Huan’s expression darkened. The True Monarch’s gaze might still linger. He dared not look up.
Do they truly believe in me…
Or have they already decided I’ll fail, and die?
(End of Chapter)
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