Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 89 Quasi-Saint Small World (Requesting First Subscription)

Chapter 89: Chapter 89 Quasi-Saint Small World (Requesting First Subscription)

"Your Majesty has walked a far longer path towards the Quasi-Saint realm than anyone else. Lady Yun Xiao’s timing was just too coincidental, resulting in Your Majesty’s efforts falling short at the last hurdle. Yet, there remains a secret, perhaps known only to me in this world."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present focused intently, ready to receive the Quasi-Saint level secret that could stir up a turbulent storm in the Cultivation World.

Seeing this, Lan Yue gave a slight smile and said: "Demon Lord Bai Mushuang, with his all-encompassing tactics, actually preserved a wisp of his Primordial Spirit under Lady Yun Xiao’s watchful eyes."

This revelation shocked everyone present. Hai Tang, who stood beside Gu Jianqing, hurriedly asked: "Are you saying that Demon Lord Bai Mushuang is actually still alive?"

Hai Tang Fairy’s voice was as sweet and melodious as a bird singing out of the valley, but such soft and gentle words fell on everyone’s ears like thunder, causing everyone to hold their breath and their hearts to pound with anticipation.

"Wu Xiang of the Jie Sect is not so easily deceived. A mere wisp of the Primordial Spirit cannot survive without the nourishment of an abundant amount of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, and indeed, Your Majesty has long since passed away."

Lan Yue slowly lifted her head, looked at the crowd, and said: "Your Majesty practiced cultivation for thousands of years, reaching the pinnacle of Daoist Skill. Although he did not truly become an Immortal Saint, he was still able to forge a minor world within the mundane realm, hidden by the Dao, and hence really undetected by Yun Xiao. In his dying moments, he gathered all the knowledge and treasures of his life within it."

For a Great Cultivator like Bai Mushuang, who achieved much more in the pursuit of immortality and worldly domination than anyone else, he left behind an inheritance at the time of his death.

And for the sake of waiting for the destined individual to arrive, his attendants have guarded it for a thousand years.

Everyone was somewhat prepared for such a story upon hearing it.

Yet at that moment, they couldn’t help but wonder: was Lan Yue trapped here for a thousand years, starving without food or water, unable to cultivate, his physical body withered and Primordial Spirit decayed, subjected to such torture, simply out of misfortune, or did Bai Mushuang intentionally make it so?

The thought only lingered for an instant before being replaced by another.

The inheritance left in this world by an unbeatable Demon Lord could potentially encompass the Dao Traces of the principles he realized, his understanding of the world, his insights into heaven and earth, the wondrous Magic Artifact he relied on when reigning supreme, and perhaps even the legendary Demon Clan’s empowerment transmission.

After all, even the most ordinary Loose Cultivator, should they receive the Demon Lord’s inheritance, would, from that moment on, not be seen by others as a mere commoner.

It was an opportunity to ascend to the heavens in one step, and perhaps even become a famous supreme powerhouse known throughout the land in a short period of time.

Not to mention the group of adept practitioners from Purple Dragon Island, even Nezha, who had just embarked on the cultivation path not long ago, was tempted, or rather, he was well aware of what this meant.

He wanted to control his own life, to do things his way, and to not have his fate in the hands of others after leaving this Great Hall. He needed power.

And by inheriting Demon Lord Bai Mushuang’s mantle, this process might be much shorter than expected.

The Lan Yue before them was merely a servant of the once unparalleled sovereign, a chess piece in his hands, and now, trapped for a thousand years, he was on his deathbed, with no need to deceive them.

Realizing this, Gu Jianqing thought that although it is our mission to slay demons and exorcise devils, allowing such a predecessor’s Dao Fruit and mantle to vanish from the world is not something a cultivator should permit.

With a flexible moral line, Gu Jianqing carefully tucked the Treasure Box into his bosom and took the initiative to step forward and say: "Then may I ask senior, how can we enter this minor world opened by the Ancient Demon Lord and inherit the mantle of the Demon Lord?"

No sooner had he spoken than Deng Chanyu, following behind Nezha, felt somewhat displeased, thinking why should things start to revolve around you after your arrival here.

The young lady frowned slightly, wanting to step forward and say something, but at that moment, Nezha pinched her palm, signaling her to not take the forefront.

Lan Yue smiled faintly, his eyes warm like the spring breeze, making it evident to all present how joyful and exhilarated he was at heart.

The wait of a thousand years had finally yielded a result, and that was indeed something to rejoice over.

"If you had arrived even a year later, the last flame of my Primordial Spirit Fire might have been extinguished in the cold Black Iron Temple. The Dao Fruits and legacy left by the Iron Emperor, including the small world opened up by Holy Power, would have been forever unknown to the world."

Lan Yue bowed his head and his eyelashes flickered with an unusual gleam.

"Such is fate, such is life."

He extended his arm, thin as a fire stick, and his skinny fingers traced a character in the air that no one recognized. By its shape, all they knew was that it was a Demon Clan Divine Text.

This character was a talisman seal, meant to activate and spread its essence to beckon Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

"Please, my fellow Daoists, lend me your strength!"

His face showed agony as he gritted his teeth and said, "Once this talisman seal is activated, the gateway to this small world will open. Sadly, my innate talent is too poor. Although I have luckily advanced to the Golden Immortal Realm, my Qi Sea is only the size of a water jar, and the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within it is all but used up. I simply cannot activate this gateway; otherwise, I wouldn’t have fallen to such a state over this millennium!"

Seeing that the essence of the talisman seal was about to dissipate, everyone hurriedly drew out streams of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi from their Qi Seas and channeled them into the talisman seal, so the bridge made of Primordial Qi was unbroken, and the talisman seal grew increasingly bright.

The abrupt withdrawal of their inner Primordial Qi made everyone feel discomfort, but as the loss of Primordial Qi gradually stabilized, their Primordial Spirits became incredibly serene, entering a state of clarity and relaxation. They were surrounded by a very warm aura that caused all the discordant emotions in their hearts to gradually vanish.

At this moment, Wu Xiang Monk finally broke free from his painful emotions. The feeling he had now instinctively gave him a sense of security, as if he were in the Spirit Mountain’s Buddha Hall, listening to the patriarch reciting scriptures and chanting Buddha, calming his almost shattered Daoist heart.

"Elder, how much longer until it’s done!"

A disciple from Purple Dragon Island with lesser talent suddenly showed an expression of pain.

The size of his Qi Sea was merely that of a bath basin. Earlier in the panic of the passageway, he had recklessly struck out with a few powerful Dao Swords inherited from his sect, which not only nearly injured his fellow disciples but also used up most of his already scarce Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi.

"Hold on for just a bit longer!"

Right after Lan Yue’s words, that young cultivator from Purple Dragon Island collapsed to the ground, large beads of sweat appearing on his forehead as he gasped for breath.

After adjusting his breathing, he stood up with a face full of embarrassment. He subconsciously wanted to step forward and help again, only to discover that his body’s Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi was already depleted.

"Why aren’t you going over to help?"

Deng Chanyu whispered into Nezha’s ear, as the two had unknowingly made it to the back of the crowd.

From this angle, Lan Yue was the only one who could see them.

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