Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 347 - 219: Gu Wen Prolongs Life for a Thousand Years

Chapter 347: Chapter 219: Gu Wen Prolongs Life for a Thousand Years

Earth Realm Nine Netherworlds.

Four years had passed, and the tumult of spell battles had gradually subsided.

"Surrender, surrender! How can a long-haired freak, not yet ten thousand years old, have such accomplished Daoist practices."

Little Fatty retracted his Dharma Body and squatted at the city gate with his head in his hands, his fingers twisted and broken, two large bumps on his head like a Dragon growing horns, his right cheek swollen continuously.

For a hundred thousand years, he had spent fifty thousand cultivating the true meaning of the Five Elements and another fifty thousand cultivating the Reincarnation Skill, allowing him to glimpse at the Dao and comprehend the notion of immortality. But the human youth before him was like a pair of fists smeared with heavenly thunder, even capable of seizing the essence of concepts.

No matter his numerous Divine Skills, it all ultimately came down to a contest of pure strength.

Qingcang withdrew her tens of thousands of feet tall Dharma Body and asked, "May I enter now?"

"You may do as you please, but I cannot guarantee that the Lord will see you."

Little Fatty voluntarily pushed open the gate; the thousand-foot bronze door was effortlessly moved aside by his five-foot frame. Qingcang stepped in and everything before her was as bustling as ever, yet no one cast a glance in her direction.

Like five years ago, everyone kept repeating the same actions in a cycle.

A fox appeared on Qingcang’s shoulders, wrapping around like a scarf, its voice sultry:

"These appear to be the former Yin Gods. Observing their aura, there is no concern for their lives, but for some reason they seem like puppets, unaware of what evil skill that small figure has used just now."

"Where do these delusional words come from?"

The three-eyed little fatty caught up from behind, following one step behind Qingcang, trotting with his short legs.

"The beings of Wu Wang City live long without death, harm, or trouble; the creatures here are older than your age, some even contemporaries of the Jianmu."

The Fox Fairy, knowing its Daoist practices no match for the opponent, shrank its head and softened its tone, "Junior spoke out of turn. May I ask elder, what is their situation?"

"This would be a long story."

The little fatty’s mouth moved like a machine gun, discussing everything from the creation of the underworld without getting to the point, talking for a joss stick’s length of time.

He had not spoken to anyone in so long that today he was going to pour out a hundred thousand years of loneliness.

Qingcang stopped her steps and said, "Stick to the main point."

"Living too long is inescapable, even Transcenders with infinite lifespans get worn down by disasters over the long years, such as..."

The little fatty had just started to touch on key points and seemed ready to go into another lengthy speech when Qingcang slightly tightened her grip, his voice faltering once more.

He shrank his neck and said, "Many of them are not Transcenders, and their longevity relies entirely on the Earth God’s Fate Diagram. The youngest here has lived two hundred thousand years, and their consciousness has long been extinguished by the ever-long years."

"After the Lord reached the fulfillment of Daoist enlightenment and reincarnation, many lost their consciousness and to this day, only I remain as the Gate God."

Two hundred thousand years?

The eyes of the Fox Fairy widened, its gaze involuntarily filled with longing.

One should know, those who seek immortality in heaven and earth face calamities every ten thousand years, with Demi Immortals often not surviving three and Immortals not surpassing nine.

Could one casually live two hundred thousand years here?

"Yun Chang, if we could place your two descendants here, all problems would be solved."

"People do not live for permanence, but it can indeed serve as a temporary solution." Qingcang nodded slightly, then her tone shifted with warning, "But you’d better not linger here too long, lest you sever your path to the Dao and become imprisoned here for life."

...

The desire in the Fox Fairy’s eyes faded,

"Little fox, you can roam the world to your heart’s content before enjoying tens of thousands of years of disease-free life in Wu Wang City."

The friendly expression on the little fatty following her vanished, replaced by a green face with fangs, just like the beast’s face at the city gate, the pupils as large as eggs glowing red.

"How about I give you my divine position? That way, you can advance further."

His mind was also not normal.

The Fox Fairy closed its mouth even tighter, its instincts telling it that this place was very strange.

It was fortunate that she never received the Taiyin Order; otherwise, relying on it to find this place might have been more bad luck than good.

Wu Wang City was vast, and Qingcang used the technique to shrink the land into inches, covering miles in a single step, but it still took many days before a green-tiled pavilion came into view.

The gate was nine feet high, the stairs had three levels, beast cauldrons barred the entrance, and the lanterns shone brightly.

Engraved above was "Reincarnation."

Qingcang stepped onto the first terrace, shrinking slightly, while the fox on her shoulder turned into a mouse.

She halted her advancing right leg and said, "You should leave first."

The stairway signified meaning; the Lord’s Dao evolved from it, distinguishing Immortals into three ranks.

"Be cautious and remember not to act rashly, for my entire well-being now rests with you. Your disciple wouldn’t want you to act recklessly either. Don’t be the one to fumble, and if you die, he’ll just return."

The Fox Fairy didn’t hesitate, jumping off Qingcang’s shoulder, watching together with the Wu Wang Gate God as she ascended the three levels.

Qingcang passed by the beast cauldrons, wisp by wisp of incense smoke wafting towards the door behind, leading her into the residence.

The faint incense smoke curled, the flying beast heads on eaves showing sorrow, the lofty pavilion towered toward the blue skies, murals stretched through ages on the corridors.

Mural after mural depicted desolation to prosperity, the Innate God Demons each displaying their sanctity, only to fall and give rise to the posterity on Earth. These posterity, rooted in the earth, formed a multitude of races, Jianmu’s figure standing tall among them, and at the end, there was a mirror.

Qingcang saw herself, as if to suggest she was destined to be the last victor, the future predicated Great Saint, or perhaps suggesting she was just an ephemeral flower in the mirror.

She raised her hand, clenched her fist, and struck out.

Boom!

The mirror shattered, and the corridor chronicling the myriad years of the cosmos vanished.

When her vision cleared, she found herself on a vast expanse of bronze ground untouchable by Divine Thought, the vast land rusted over and boundless.