My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 987 - 785

Chapter 987: 785

"Shen Hong’s future? In this century?" Li Xunbo said, dumbfounded.

"What else do you think we’ve been preparing for all these years? Do you really think that the calamity of Shen Hong is over?" Dao Ying’s voice was ethereal and profound.

"But haven’t we already endured the End of Dharma and opened up a new heaven?" Li Xunbo replied.

"Endured?" Dao Ying asked rhetorically, his tone mysterious, "Heh, in our era, what rebirth of spiritual energy? It’s nothing but blood-sucking demonry..."

"Shen Hong has always been dying; it’s just being postponed. Whether a new heaven can be opened depends on how we face the calamity in these hundred years."

"If the situation is good, then this dying world may truly revive from death and herald a new world."

"If it cannot get through... Well, I reckon it won’t take tens of thousands of years before Shen Hong would’ve completely lost its spiritual power, turning into a barren wasteland of the End of Dharma!"

"By then, the grievances and debts of Shen Hong that spanned several eras would probably be settled, whether clear or not."

"..."

Following Dao Ying’s words, Li Xunbo was left dazed in the hall.

It took a while before Dao Ying regained his composure and said, "You don’t need to worry about these things. Right now two have entered the Palace, just wait for the right moment to start the calamity. What their fate will be, we’ll know in time. A hundred years is indeed fleeting!"

After speaking, Dao Ying’s figure disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, Li Xunbo stayed in the hall, deep in contemplation for a long while, before sighing and saying, "Indeed, a mere hundred years, and it could decide the direction of the civilization that Shen Hong has developed for several eras, it truly is..."

His words trailed off and after a pause, he could find no more words to express his thoughts, ultimately falling into silence.

"..."

Taiching Palace, Suppressing Spirit Pavilion.

Wang Zijia and the others, after some initial struggles, returned to Taiching Palace.

Upon their return to Suppressing Spirit Pavilion, Qin Xianyu and the rest returned to their respective mountain ranges.

Wang Zijia also went back to Immortal Cliff Residence, and after learning of this, An Xingsheng hurried over.

"Clan leader, you’ve returned so soon?" An Xingsheng thought that Wang Zijia would be away for days, even months, but he came back in less than a half day.

However, Wang Zijia had actually been away for more than a month already, so he paused upon hearing An Xingsheng’s words.

"Is there any order you wish to give, clan leader?" asked An Xingsheng.

"Has the situation in the pavilion stabilized?" Wang Zijia asked as he came back to his senses.

An Xingsheng nodded and said, "All the structures have been finalized. From now on, we just need to follow through."

"However, due to the large population base, it will take some time to perfect the ascension system of the Lower Realm and Spirit Suppressing Realm and to fully integrate into the factions of Taiching Palace."

"That’s good," Wang Zijia said with satisfaction. He instructed, "Have Ice Frost plan an area in the Spirit Suppressing Realm or any idle Mini World under her control. We need to settle a cultivation clan there."

"Their numbers will be around tens of millions to a hundred million. As for the specifics, have Ice Frost contact the people from Illusion God Pavilion. When receiving them, tell them that it’s Patriarch Zhang..."

In the midst of speaking, Wang Zijia went on to give some more details.

An Xingsheng, for his part, listened and made a record, before saying after a while, "Disciple understands!"

"Alright then, you can go if there’s nothing else," Wang Zijia said.

Upon hearing this, An Xingsheng bowed respectfully and hurriedly withdrew.

Wang Zijia then briefly looked through some items before his figure vanished from the room.

"..."

Duobao World, at the Spirit Vein Mountain Peak core, Wang Zijia meditated atop it.

Dao cultivation: 600 million years (6030 billion/1 trillion)

Dao Consistency: Diverse Treasures Chaotic Star Devil God Canon (Beginner 1000 billion/6000 billion, Ninth Grade Peak)

Divine Powers: Faux Spirit Borrow Way (Seventh Rank, consolidating), Thousand Hand Eating World Demon Likeness (Eighth Rank, Life-Engraved), Formless Entity (Eighth Rank, Life-Engraved)

Taiji: 8306 billion

Wang Zijia reviewed his information.

The ascension within the Immortal Three Realms, due to the complete foundation of the Tao Fruit, is actually not complicated; it won’t affect the foundation.

To ascend to Profound Immortal, besides cultivation, there is only one hard condition now—possessing a Nine-Rank Heavenly Gang Divine Skill!

Other Divine Powers need not be rushed, it’s not necessary to develop three Heavenly Gangs or comprehend five Divine Powers.

The Five-Qi Toward Origin concern is something to consider when ascending to golden immortal and heading towards Taiyi. These can be dealt with slowly after reaching Profound Immortal.

Currently, as the ascension to Profound Immortal won’t affect the foundation, everything can be simplified.

However, to comprehend a Nine-Rank Divine Power, one must at least reach Ninth Rank in Dao Consistency and have studied it to the proficient level!

Thus, Wang Zijia, looking at his information, did not hesitate.

[Do you wish to spend 5000 billion value to elevate the Nine-Rank Peak Dao Consistency: Diverse Treasures Chaotic Star Devil God Canon to the proficient level?]

"Yes!"

Taiji: 3306 billion

[Do you wish to spend 3000 billion value to deduce the Eighth Rank Life-Engraved Divine Power: Thousand Hand Eating World Demon Likeness to Ninth Rank?]

"Yes!"

Taiji: 306 billion

"Boom!"

In an instant, with the consumption of several hundred billion in value, Wang Zijia’s aura fluctuated rapidly.

Although there was no increase in cultivation, his aura continuously solidified, strengthening.

Meanwhile, behind Wang Zijia, a giant shadow of a demon with a thousand hands gradually emerged. The shadow was majestic, towering to the heavens, exuding the grandeur of a supreme ruler.

The countless arms clutched various elements of Spiritual Light. Some were the silhouettes of utensils, others were lights resembling the Path of False Spirits, densely packed, seemingly containing thousands of Dao consistencies.

In the palm of the shadow, there was a vague orb representing a world, within which the silhouettes of myriad Demon Seeding creatures fluttered, held in the hand of the towering Demon Lord’s shadow, their lives hanging by his will.

Wang Zijia’s entire Demon Body seemed to gather all the power of the Spiritual Light in his hands, along with the world force in his palm. In the end, they fused ambiguously into one, forming a huge Demon God.

The Demon God exuded an aura that was eerie, sinister, and strange, yet oddly, it carried a dissonant sense of righteousness.