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Chapter 309: The Fruit of Emptiness Realization, The Heaven of Nothingness!
Chapter 309: The Fruit of Emptiness Realization, The Heaven of Nothingness!
A peculiar sensation stirred within everyone present.
It began with the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner in Ang Xiao’s grasp, then rippled outward like a gentle breeze brushing against the gathered crowd.
Something had arrived.
At that instant, an identical intuition stirred in every cultivator’s mind—yet it remained intangible, invisible, and inaudible, like a fleeting illusion.
Suddenly, a chorus of whispers surged through Lv Yang’s ears. The world blurred before his eyes, as though veiled by an invisible shroud. Floating above clouds and rain, he found himself suspended between heaven and earth, gazing upward at an absent sun and moon, downward at vanished rivers and seas.
‘They’ve dragged my consciousness into this realm!?’
Startled, Lv Yang severed his connection to his physical body with practiced speed, shifting his perspective from first-person to third.
What he saw next froze him.
The entire Immortal Alliance Headquarters had solidified into stillness, like insects trapped in amber. All cultivators stood with closed eyes, oblivious to the crisis.
Only two figures remained untouched.
One was Qingcheng Feixue, the True Monarch who had acted in the final moments. Her cascading black hair framed a delicate face, her serene demeanor evoking an ancient lady of legend. The other stood cloaked in mist, featureless and androgynous—clearly Ang Xiao.
“Bravo, Mu Changsheng!”
Ang Xiao’s voice broke the silence, sharp with admiration. “I underestimated you. The Fruit of Emptiness Realization… truly fascinating!”
“Indeed,” Qingcheng Feixue murmured, her cold gaze fixed on the veiled figure. “Who are you to hide behind such pretense before a True Monarch?”
“.So you are a True Monarch of the Holy Sect.”
Ang Xiao chuckled, deflecting the accusation. Then their gaze shifted toward Lv Yang.
“The Fruit Position’s emergence—was this your foresight? Knowing Mu Changsheng had hidden tricks, you held back, watching my efforts unravel. A clever move.”
Their tone carried no bitterness, only amusement. Strategies rise and fall—that was the game they played. Failure was no stranger to them, and this moment, though unexpected, held its own rewards.
‘This person… must be a True Monarch.’
Under the Fruit Position’s pull, all consciousness had been drawn away, leaving bodies defenseless. Yet this one resisted. Only a True Monarch could split their awareness.
Lv Yang had remained hidden, sparking initial suspicions of being a Foundation Building Perfection rogue. But while Hong Ju—a fellow Foundation Builder—was ensnared, Lv Yang retained clarity.
“You’ve outmaneuvered me this time.”
“But the outcome remains uncertain.”
With that, Ang Xiao seated themselves cross-legged, closing their eyes to meditate on the mysterious Fruit Position.
Qingcheng Feixue studied Lv Yang with growing curiosity.
“I knew you were trouble.”
“The soul-draining technique you used earlier… from the Heaven-Mending Sutra. Could you be a lost Peak Master of our sect?”
“And who is the True Monarch shielding you?”
Her gaze flicked toward Ang Xiao. Whoever they were, their secrecy raised suspicions.
“.Enough speculation.”
Shaking off her thoughts, Qingcheng Feixue turned back to the Fruit Position, her eyes gleaming. “Mu Changsheng… Primordial True Sage. To achieve a legendary Emptiness Realization—how is this even possible? Astonishing!”
With that, she too entered deep contemplation.
Reassured by the True Monarchs’ inaction, Lv Yang reconnected to his physical body.
The roar of wind greeted him as he returned to the cloud-cloaked realm. Before him stood a new figure—a white-robed elder with a crane-like visage, his form faintly translucent.
“I am Mu Changsheng,” the figure intoned. “Welcome, cultivator.”
Lv Yang bowed. “You perished five millennia ago… yet you live?”
“Not quite.” The elder smiled. “A True Monarch’s vigilance leaves no room for the living. No—I died long ago.”
Lv Yang’s brow furrowed.
“The Heaven of Nothingness granted me this paradox,” Mu Changsheng explained. “False becomes true when treated as truth; nonexistence births existence where none should dwell.”
Lv Yang’s eyes widened. “Your soul… reincarnated?”
“Precisely. This form is but a phantom, shaped by the Heaven of Nothingness itself.”
The elder gestured upward. “The Fruit Position—its power allows this impossibility.”
“Consciousness is a subtle force. Though I am no living being, to myself, I am undeniably alive.”
He paused, then sighed. “Alas, my Dao Aberration escaped too soon. I intended to bind it to the Everflowing Water’s endless cycle, but the Heaven of Nothingness was not yet complete.”
“Worse still—it was freed using my techniques, channeled through the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner. Karma has revealed what should have remained hidden.”
“A twist of fate, perhaps.”
Lv Yang studied the sage’s wistful expression before asking, “Why summon me here?”
Mu Changsheng gestured around them. “This Heaven of Nothingness… it is my life, my memory. Within lies the great calamity of five thousand years past.”
“You are not alone, of course. All Foundation Builders may enter, reliving my tribulation. Those who survive shall command the Heaven of Nothingness itself…”
“And ascend to True Monarch.”
(End of Chapter)
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