Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 357 - 1 Entering the Cultivation World_3

Chapter 357: Chapter 1 Entering the Cultivation World_3

"Senior, it’s been a long time."

Wu Kong’s eyes filled with disbelief and he took a half step back, saying, "You’ve broken through?"

Eight hundred years! A Little Saint for eight hundred years!

Back then, Qingcang becoming an Immortal in eight hundred years was already a unique occurrence in eternity, and now Gu Wen becoming a Little Saint in eight hundred years — was that possible? Impossible!

Gu Wen nodded slightly, then bent down to pick up the continuously bouncing furball, which immediately licked his face all over.

"Immortal! Immortal! Kitty missed you so much, Kitty doesn’t want to see anyone else ever again... "

"All right, all right, it’s all in the past now."

He patted the furball apologetically, as comforting it in a few words was hard after an eight-hundred-year wait. The furball just curled up on his shoulder and buried its head in his neck.

He had only accompanied it for a decade, yet it had waited for eight hundred years.

"Immortal, let’s go home."

The heirloom spoke in a crisp voice, just like back then; for it, time had stood still for eight hundred years.

It spent its days either sleeping or digging holes, its only contact being Wu Kong.

"We’re not going back, we are going to explore this realm, to see the vastness of the universe and the great heights of the Nine Heavens. But first, let’s visit the Sanqing Taoist Sect and see my master."

Gu Wen’s face was brimming with smiles; the path ahead shone brighter than anything else.

And he could also meet old friends and relatives; he wondered how they were.

He stepped forward and the crowd ahead unconsciously made way, when suddenly an elder True Monarch made Gu Wen pause.

"You look familiar."

The elder True Monarch, snapping out of his daze, hastily replied, "During the dispute at Luoshui Tianquan Mountain, I was standing below the tavern."

"I see."

Gu Wen continued walking forward while behind him discussions arose—the elder True Monarch was surrounded by dozens of people, each anxiously inquiring about his identity.

His pace hastened, ignoring the surrounding chatter, and he dashed towards Two Realms City.

Named as a city, but actually a realm.

The city was divided into two sections, east and west, for both the Human Race and the Devil Clan.

The Devil Clan’s area was vast, large enough to accommodate gigantic palaces as high as mountains; many simply grabbed a mountain, hollowed it out, and carved out courtyards. Prominent members of the Devil Clan would hire human craftsmen to add decorations and build palaces.

The area of the Human Race was much smaller; truly a city, covering merely five thousand square kilometers, from the eastern end to the western end just sixty li.

In the city, exquisitely designed lofts of various sizes lined up, with deep green glazed tiles and magnificent pagodas.

Humans averaged six feet in height; ten steps were enough for their dwellings, hence more compact and refined.

This year’s Two Realms City was as bustling as ever; regardless of race or cultivation level, it was an inevitable destination, serving as a transport hub that connected to most places of heaven and earth.

In the Human’s side of the city, carriages sparkled, crowds surged, and the din of voices filled the air.

Along the ten-zhang-wide street, immortal shops more splendid than mundane imperial palaces unfolded, the whole view shimmering silver like fireworks, with 3333 wards lit up like stars in the celestial palace.

Gu Wen beheld a prosperity beyond the reach of the mundane world.

Suddenly, three huge stone steles up ahead, as tall as mountains, lit up with golden light; the sky filled with mysterious glows, taking away the splendor of the three thousand palaces.

Countless people looked up without understanding, only to see the name [Gu Wen] shining brightly, alone on all three lists, hanging high for eight hundred years.

And today, eight hundred years late, the top of all three lists had finally arrived to embrace his due glory.

Amid the void, an Immortal familiar with the universe, holding a writing brush, smiled at his lips, for both the unparalleled person and his own lucky bet.

Eight hundred years as a Little Saint, even though it was a mere trivial favor, was precious beyond measure, especially since he had provided timely help back then.

"Unparalleled in the world, top of the three lists, unmatched by predecessors or successors, truly singular."

Thousands of auspicious lights fell like flowers, and laudatory voices echoed through heaven and earth.

The Qingyi Taoist looked up briefly at the three lists amidst the crowd, his gaze calm and unrippled, then turned and vanished into the mortal world.

I am already singular, what more is there to add.