Journey to the West: I have Nine Golden Crows Inside Me
Chapter 1520 - 1009: Finally Entering the Treasury_2

Chapter 1520: Chapter 1009: Finally Entering the Treasury_2

Watching the retreating figures of the Great Divine Transcendents, Jiang Chen’s expression remained unchanged, but joy blossomed in his heart.

The Tiandi of the Mystic Sect fell into his hands, which was downright bad luck for him. For his resurrection, there was no need for the Great Divine Transcendents to save him—it was too troublesome. Jiang Chen would resurrect him all the same without any of their help.

Then, taking him as the original source, pioneer sky and earth, and eternally imprison him within the Great Thousand Worlds, never to be freed.

Thinking this way, Jiang Chen returned to the edge of the River of Time and Space. It was precisely at this moment that a spacetime vortex in front of him rapidly expanded, as if it could contain a Great Thousand World.

And then, indeed, a Great Thousand World emerged from this spacetime vortex.

During the time Jiang Chen clashed with the Heavenly Venerable of Morality, the treasure vault of the Great Shang located in unknown spacetime had already traversed infinite time and space, returning to the present.

"Let me see what the powerhouses of Great Shang have left behind in this world."

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Chen stepped into the treasure vault of Great Shang, this mysterious Great Thousand World.

Desolate, barren, yet radiating an ancient and untamed aura—this was Jiang Chen’s first impression upon entering this Great Thousand World. Then, he felt a throbbing connection by blood.

"This Great Thousand World is in perfect harmony with the Human Race, as if formed from the flesh and blood of human powerhouses."

Jiang Chen’s expression turned strange. Initially, he thought that this Great Thousand World was accidentally found by the strong forces of Great Shang from the endless void.

But it now seems that it may not be entirely so. This could be a Great Thousand World specially created by the Great Shang powerhouses, belonging entirely to the Human Race.

The feeling of blood connection did not stem from the bloodline of the Flame Emperor, but rather from the bloodline of the Human Race. Being of the same race and sharing the same blood is why he felt this way.

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks, not moving forward anymore. Instead, he released his Divine Thought, blending with the will of this world through the connection of bloodlines, seeking to discover its origin.

In an instant, Jiang Chen’s spirit soared infinitely high, reaching beyond time and space. Following that, he saw the process of this Heaven and Earth’s birth.

He saw a tall man with white hair whose body radiated the aura of decay, yet his blood and qi were exceptionally vigorous, like a sea of stars, like the Milky Way, grand and mighty. His body was crystal clear, muscles well-defined, filled with power.

"Is that the second Shang Emperor, Wai Bing?"

Jiang Chen recognized this person’s identity—it was the second ruler of the Shang Dynasty, Shang Tang’s son Wai Bing, whose Ancient Martial Arts were greatly accomplished, just one step away from the Dao Venerable Realm.

It was this slight gap that kept him from immortality. His longevity had limits, at most living just beyond twenty thousand years.

Even though hundreds of millions of years had passed, Jiang Chen could still tell that Wai Bing was near death. His lifespan was at its end, with blood and qi already dried up, and his soul decayed.

At this moment, although he seemed to be at his peak, it was merely the result of forcefully maintaining his blood and qi—the final gleam of life. As soon as the breath in his heart dispersed, he would crumble to nothingness.

At this time, Wai Bing stood in the midst of Chaos, using Supreme Divine Power to shatter Chaos, attempting to pioneer sky and earth.

And not far from him were towering figures like gods and demons, silently watching him.

These individuals were also of the Human Race, and they too were Ancient Martial Artists. Although none were Dao Venerables, their ability to stand within Chaos showed that, like Wai Bing, they had fully achieved the realm of Ancient Martial Arts, their combat power comparable to Innate Dao Venerables.

The difference was, Wai Bing had reached the end of his life, whereas they were at their peak.

"Wai Bing is making a final effort, wanting to leap to the ultimate boundary and enter the Dao Venerable Realm before death."

Jiang Chen watched for a while and gradually understood Wai Bing’s purpose—to imitate Pangu Great God, opening the heavens to prove his dao.

However, he must have failed because in the future, Jiang Chen has never heard his name. If Wai Bing really became an Innate Dao Sovereign, it would be impossible for Jiang Chen to not have heard of him.

However, the combat power of an Innate Dao Sovereign, even if it is just to break through the Chaos outside of the sky, is still somewhat reluctant.

Fortunately, Ancient Martial Artists are known for their formidable Divine Abilities, coupled with Wai Bing’s life-forged Magic Treasure, which is no less powerful than an Innate Spiritual Treasure. With both combined, he barely broke through the Chaos.

Boom!

With resounding tremors, Chaos differentiated, giving birth to the primordial Yin and Yang energies, and gradually, a new world began to manifest within the Chaos. Judging from the scale of the world, it should be a Medium Thousand World.

The limit of an Innate Dao Sovereign is to create a Medium Thousand World, and even this comes at the cost of one’s life.

Seeing that the world Wai Bing created was a Medium Thousand World, Jiang Chen knew without a doubt that his attempt at enlightenment had failed.

A true Innate Dao Sovereign, even longing to establish a Medium Thousand World, must pay with their life, let alone an incomplete Medium Thousand World? This world has already exceeded his capability.

Indeed, at the midpoint of the world’s creation, Wai Bing was exhausted. At that moment, he gave a tired smile, revealing an expression of acceptance.

Then, his enormous body collapsed, disintegrating into the Original Source that spread across the sky, merging into the newly formed world, hoping to aid its transformation and shaping.

But his Original Source alone was far from sufficient. And even if it were enough, it would be meaningless. Because this place is the Chaos outside of the heavens, only Great Thousand Worlds can exist within it. A mere Medium Thousand World, struck by a giant wave of Chaos, would be immediately submerged.

"Your Majesty has still failed. Everyone, according to His Majesty’s last wishes before his death, let us make our move and protect this world with all we have."

It was at this time that the Ancient Martial Artists in the distance took action. In total, twelve consummate Ancient Martial Arts practitioners stepped into this nascent world, transforming the Chaos Qi with the Primordial Chaos River Luo Formation, continuing to pioneer sky and earth.

With the sacrifice of Wai Bing and the full effort of the twelve Ancient Martial Artists, this Medium Thousand World was finally created.

Subsequently, more and more Human Race powerhouses arrived, displaying their Divine Abilities within the Chaos, reinforcing this newborn world to prevent it from being devoured by Chaos.

"What are they doing? Why do they care so much about this Medium Thousand World?"

Jiang Chen, who was silently observing all of this, was very puzzled by their actions, not understanding why this Medium Thousand World was worthy of such importance to them.

It was just that Jiang Chen had just been punished for reversing time and space; otherwise, he would definitely return to this time and space personally to inquire about their plans.

After ensuring the safety of the Medium Thousand World, these Human Race powerhouses left and only returned a thousand years later.

One thousand years may not be a very long time for an Earth Immortal, but for the Ancient Martial Artists of those days, it was long enough, equivalent to one-tenth of their lives.

These ancient powerhouses had clearly aged a lot, among them one was even at the end of his life. Then, this old warrior, whose lifespan was about to be exhausted, bid a brief farewell to the others and entered the Medium Thousand World with composure, sitting down to disintegrate inside it.

It could be seen that his fleshly body disintegrated, the Tao collapsed, all merging into this Medium Thousand World. And then, the world grew stronger.

After that, whether a thousand or two thousand years, there would always be an aged Ancient Martial Arts practitioner who would come to the Medium Thousand World to sit and disintegrate within silently, becoming nourishment for the growth of this world.

And after ten thousand years, even Ancient Martial Artists at the Dao Monarch Level, when their lifespan was exhausted, would be brought into this world by a Taoist Master powerhouse to disintegrate within.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three hundred thousand years had passed.

During these three hundred thousand years, at least nearly three hundred consummate Ancient Martial Arts practitioners, as well as tens of thousands of Ancient Martial Artists at the Innate Dao Monarch level, sat and disintegrated in this Medium Thousand World, their Original Source merging into it.

With such aid, this Medium Thousand World finally evolved to its limit, beginning its ascension toward a Great Thousand World.