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The sky dissipated, and no one saw Shan Chen. Various rumors circulated, and I spread the word that the Heavenly Dao appreciated the efforts of cultivators and had granted a path for Ascension. Shan Chen was said to be the first in this realm to achieve Ascension.
Everyone easily believed this statement, and in the temple, a celebratory feast was held for an entire year to honor Shan Chen's Ascension. Shan Chen's fame soared, and news of the opened path for Ascension spread throughout the small realm, which conveniently facilitated my subsequent plans.
After abducting Shan Chen, I kept him in a deep slumber, unable to bear looking into his eyes. Yet, my guilt did not deter my determination to extend my life. I cautiously absorbed the energy from within him. The effect was remarkable; I returned to a ten-year-old state. That day, I spent the entire day admiring myself in the mirror, overjoyed. From then on, I set my sights on all Ascenders in this continent and those who were about to ascend.
Over the years, I persecuted more than ten Ascenders. This method initially worked wonders, but gradually, the rejuvenation period became shorter and shorter. I grew restless again; hunting Ascenders was not a long-term solution, so I redirected my focus back to the source.
I needed to open the Ascension Well; I needed to escape this barren land!
I quickly noticed the Cursed Dragon waking up from time to time and went to check on its condition. It was indeed the Cursed Dragon who first proposed cooperation. I pretended to hesitate while secretly formulating a complete plan within my Heart Sutra.
I had tried to communicate with the Heavenly Dao, but it ignored me. If that was the case, then don’t blame me for going completely mad.
I changed identities and used various means to provoke the Cursed Dragon, guiding, indulging, and inciting its mischief while helping it break free from its shackles. When it finally escaped, chaos would surely ensue.
When a crisis emerged in the small realm, the Heavenly Dao would have no choice but to intervene. The Cursed Dragon should not be here; if its sins were traced back, they would undoubtedly involve Upper Realm Beings. At that point, they would have no choice but to come!
And I, who had been carefully hidden behind the scenes, might be the one with the least involvement. Once I returned and operated on this matter, even if they did not grant me Heavenly Lord status, I could still carve out a position for myself.
Unfortunately, it was precisely because of that Cursed Dragon that you all took notice. A few insignificant ants managed to drive it into a frenzy.
However, this also brought me immense surprise. A Qilin! A rare Qilin!
If I could present you with both hands, it would be a great achievement; perhaps Upper Realm would respectfully invite me back. With such treasures before me, how could I still care for that mindless Cursed Dragon?
Moreover, it foolishly exposed me!
Before its death, it wanted to say something to me, but I refused to listen and ended its life directly.
Hahaha! If Upper Realm Beings knew that the Cursed Dragon was ultimately killed by a group of ants and by me—a mere Divine General—they would surely wear twisted expressions of disbelief. Unfortunately, they could only imagine it; in their remaining lives, they would never see it.
Having said all this, Elder Tong's breath weakened as he looked regretfully at Misha. At that moment, I only thought of the benefits brought by the Qilin while neglecting your own strength.
I should have taken some action during your tribulation, ideally leaving you severely injured so that it would take three to five years for you to recover slowly. This way, I could firmly control you, and when you threatened me, I wouldn't be powerless to resist or forced to bow down in submission. Regret fills me; the situation has turned against me. All I wanted was to go home, yet why is it so difficult?
The atmosphere grew heavy with his sigh.
Old Vine assessed that this person was running on empty, merely putting on a facade. Without that facade, after receiving a blow, his heart was like dead ash—beyond cure and unlikely to last long. Perhaps just a few hours left.
Sang Qingxiao asked him, "Why did you seal the body of the Ascender inside the Golden Statue?"
Elder Tong remained silent for a long time before answering, "Because of guilt."
After I stripped them of their energy, I did not damage their bodies or souls. Their souls were sent to the Underworld; in their next lives, they should be able to reincarnate into good circumstances. I set up memorial tablets for each of them and secretly sent them to a temple for worship, arranging for monks to recite the Rebirth Mantra daily at their tablets, wishing them a smooth journey in their next lives.
Despite the grandeur of the hall, with the Immortal Statue standing out prominently in the center, it was actually inscribed with formations. The merit gained from the Immortal Statue would be distributed among the Little Golden Statues. This continuous supply of merit would bless them in their next lives and beyond, reducing hardships and ensuring happiness and health.
Huo Qi and Old Vine carefully examined the Immortal Statue, confirming that what he said was true.
It was hard to judge. They thought about giving these hard-to-find remains a proper burial. However, Elder Tong's arrangement sounded quite good as well; was there still a need to take the corpses for burial? Everything that needed to be known had been revealed. The group left space for Misha; they entrusted Wulian's remains and Elder Tong's fate to him.
Misha returned late at night; the gloom and chill that had lingered for days had dissipated considerably from her eyes.
Elder Tong was dead.
The others merely acknowledged it with an "oh."
In the end, I chose not to act against him; his time had come naturally. Oh, an unsurprising course of action.
Misha looked at Sang Qingxiao. He left you one last message: if you don't mind, take everything from his library with you.
"Uh, if you don't mind, let Old Vine help clean up later."
When I left, the Little Taoists were worried and returned early. Upon seeing his body, they burst into tears and found a letter tucked in his clothing. The letter stated that he had committed numerous sins and deserved to die long ago. It urged them not to seek Revenge or hold grudges against anyone, but to bury him quietly.
The letter also contained many arrangements regarding the temple and the Little Taoists. Misha was too lazy to listen further and turned to leave.
I decided that I would find a suitable time to bury my master as soon as possible. He had once said that when water is full, it overflows; when the moon is full, it wanes. He had been gone for over ten years, during which I had received plenty of Merit offerings. I calculated that it would take ten lifetimes to spend it all, which was enough. I couldn't ask for more; it was time for my master to rest in peace.
As for the others, I had no right or desire to intervene; I would let things remain as they were. With the major threat eliminated, I realized it had been a while since I had come out, and it was time to return and check on things.
Before leaving, we accomplished something significant. We were genuinely concerned about the Ascension Well. What if an Upper Realm Being came back with a wild idea?
Sang Qingxiao and Misha worked together using the notes left by Elder Tong. They spent half a month designing a formation using divine energy and specifically returned to the site of the Cursed Dragon's self-detonation to gather its remaining dragon bones.
Using the dragon bones as the core of the formation, they constructed a framework with Bone Nails and inscribed the formation patterns with Qilin Blood. When the grand formation was activated, it was silent at first, but all the animals within the vicinity were frightened and fled. From then on, the Ascension Well vanished without a trace.
In the Great Jing Dynasty, Xuande Emperor was incited by others to initiate a war between Great Jing and Ginger. The high-ranking officials of the dynasty knew that Ginger had just experienced an unprecedented major Tremor, resulting in countless casualties and leaving them weak.
However, most of the common people were unaware of this. The voices from the Court and the Sang Family grew louder, unable to be suppressed. The anxious Xuande Emperor sought to use this war as an opportunity to prove that he was not inferior to the Sang Family, aiming for victory with minimal casualties in the shortest time possible.
When deploying troops, he even worried that the Sang Family would obstruct him and clumsily concealed his movements, unaware that everything was under Sang Jue's control.
The battle started smoothly. How could it not? There were hardly any residents left. But gradually, rumors began to spread that something was amiss. People whispered that Xuande Emperor was brutal and ruthless; his Warriors had received orders to kill without mercy—whether they encountered gods like the God of Killing or ghosts, they would leave no one alive, not even newborn infants.
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