Chapter 46: Collective Relocation, Destination: Demon Realm…
After Yun Wuxiang expressed that he didn’t need a Daoist title, Tianqing Daozun wouldn’t have it: [You don’t need it, but I do. You are This Venerable One’s closed-door disciple. If the title sounds bad, people will question This Venerable One’s naming standards.]
Why did she think those previous names wouldn’t cause people to question her standards?
Yun Wuxiang felt the massive gap created by differences in age, era, and aesthetics. “I think the Daoist title isn’t important. Perhaps others share your name, but you are the only one who became a Dao Venerable.”
What the Daoist title was didn’t matter; the honorific following it was the key to how the world treated the name.
Tianqing Daozunâs tone was somewhat melancholic: [Are there no Dao Venerables in the Immortal Realm anymore?]
“Never heard of one.” Although he didn’t know how the topic jumped to this, Yun Wuxiang answered.
His knowledge of the Immortal Realm came from 3339’s database and Zhao Sihai’s memories. The latter occupied the majority, and the title ‘Dao Venerable’ never appeared in them.
Tianqing Daozun spoke the common sense she knew: [No one would share a name with a Dao Venerable; that is great disrespect.]
[Since I comprehended the Realm of Dao Venerable, there has been only one Tianqing under heaven.]
After a brief pause, her voice rang out again: [Are the Kunlun Palace, Burning Sun Palace, Precious Beast Sect, and Dayan Sword Sect still around?]
Yun Wuxiang: “Also never heard of them.”
[No wonder my Qingdi Temple has fallen to this state; not even a single Dao Venerable exists in the world. The Immortal Realm has declined.]
Tianqing Daozun sighed. Then, her desolate tone suddenly changed, and she laughed heartily: [Hahaha! This Venerable One knew it! If only one Mystic Immortal is left in my Qingdi Temple, how could they be any better off!]
Whether it was an illusion or not, Yun Wuxiang seemed to hear a sense of “Sure enough, I wasn’t the one doing the worst” in that laughter.
[Since those sects are gone, This Venerable One entrusts you with another matter.]
Yun Wuxiang: Wait, I haven’t agreed to rebuild the sect yet, and now there’s a new one?
[This Venerable One leaves a Dharma Seal with you. The seal will react when it discovers the reincarnation of a Dao Venerable. Since the sects behind them are gone, presumably no one in the Immortal Realm will receive them. This Venerable One will show some kindness and let them join my future Number One Sect Under Heaven. When the time comes, all those guys will kneel and call me Ancestor. This Venerable One will be the highest-ranking among the Dao Venerables!]
A wisp of azure light touched the center of Yun Wuxiang’s eyebrows, forming a circular mark. After flickering with a faint light, it slowly became transparent until it disappeared completely.
Yun Wuxiang raised his hand to wipe his forehead, trying to sense the mark, but found nothing. It was as if the azure light landing on his forehead just now was a hallucination.
[Very good. Now that looks like a disciple of This Venerable One. Let’s continue choosing your Daoist title.]
Yun Wuxiang: “Tianyun and Qingyun are both fine.”
They were a bit common, but at least they wouldn’t make him curl his toes in embarrassment.
“It doesn’t matter if many people use it. After all, once I become a Dao Venerable, there will be no one with the same name.”
His tone was understated, like someone speaking of something that would inevitably succeed.
[There is actually someone in this world more arrogant than This Venerable One was back then.]
Tianqing Daozun muttered softly. In her early years, she hadn’t been so confident she would definitely become a Dao Venerable. There were too many peerless geniuses in her era, and even more died prematurely. Coupled with the Great War between Immortals and Demons and the ensuing chaos, no one dared to be absolutely certain they wouldn’t die.
However, she liked geniuses with arrogance!
[Since it is so, your Daoist title shall be settled as Ba… Dead Phoenix!]
Tianqing Daozun’s voice changed suddenly, followed by a silence like a disconnected line.
In the pitch-black space, only Yun Wuxiang inside the azure barrier remained.
Disconnected again.
Yun Wuxiang wasn’t surprised by Tianqing Daozun’s sudden departure. She had left a consciousness here to suppressâor even perish together withâthe Demon Phoenix remains. How could that be a simple demonic creature?
It was good that she left. He didn’t want to hear what followed that “Ba” (Tyrant) at all.
While waiting, he continued to study the technique and spared some energy to ask the System: [What realm is Dao Venerable? Why haven’t you mentioned it before?]
Tianqing Daozun felt there was a certain misunderstanding regarding Yun Wuxiang’s arrogance and extreme self-confidence. For the current Yun Wuxiang, both Immortal Lord and Dao Venerable were very far away.
He didn’t want to touch the extra task of revitalizing the sect at all.
Researching space tunnels was his main job right now; even maintaining the plot had been relegated to an incidental, optional task.
3339, who had started browsing the backend database since Tianqing Daozun appeared, went stiff all over.
It’s over. The Host already found the World Consciousness disagreeable. If this data got out…
[The current Immortal Realm levels do not include the Dao Venerable realm,] 3339 said vaguely.
[So Dao Venerable is a higher level than Immortal Lord.]
Yun Wuxiang concluded. The Immortal Lords didn’t even dare to descend to the Mortal Realm, having to use disciples like Zhao Sihai. Yet this Cangfeng Island, which could maintain celestial spiritual energy in the Mortal Realm, was the work of Tianqing Daozun. Who was more powerful? Did he even need to think about it?
First, exclude the possibility that Dao Venerable was just a different name for Immortal Lord.
[Tianqing Daozun isn’t a person of this world?]
[She is.] 3339 said with difficulty. Done for. Can’t hide this from the Host.
The light emitted by the azure barrier fell on Yun Wuxiang, giving him somewhat of an underworldly filter.
[A level surpassing Immortal Lord that no one has reached now.]
Those three Immortal Lords were people with Protagonist Halos. They were the level cap of the Immortal Realm. If even these three weren’t Dao Venerables, what did that signify?
[The world’s maximum level cap has lowered.]
There was no fluctuation in Yun Wuxiang’s voice, but 3339 felt weak.
[This world… has it already failed an ascension once?]
As a System that couldn’t lie to its Host, 3339 could only reply: [Yes.]
[I remember you saying that world ascension is like a cultivator’s cultivation. If the first ascension fails, the second time will be even more difficult, right?]
[Yes.]
[It seems my decision to exchange for the space tunnel was correct after all.]
Yun Wuxiang didn’t fly into a rage as 3339 imagined. He no longer held much hope for the world’s ascension; just don’t get him killed before he learned the space tunnel, and that would be enough.
Although he didn’t want to take the mission of reviving the sect, Yun Wuxiang was very interested in Tianqing Daozun’s tomb.
He would take the reward. As for the massive project of managing a sect, he could find someone interested in it to contract it out. That would count as giving Tianqing Daozun an explanationâshe said it herself: if he couldn’t complete the goal, pass it to the next generation of disciples.
…
System Headquarters.
“What? My sister, the small world suddenly ascending has nothing to do with me? I even refunded the points from the Golden Mission to that small world to help it upgrade, and even put in a little of my own. Why am I being investigated?”
Host 6669 told the Supervisor about the sudden upgrade of the small world upon returning to the System Space. The Supervisor was looking through some data transmitted by 3339.
Hearing what he said, she just responded casually. For some reason, her tone changed slightly.
“Let it be. Keep an eye on this small world. Once the world finishes ascending, if that Host 3339 is still alive and meets the standards to become a formal Host, bring him to Headquarters to complete the demon registration procedures.”
Host 6669 poked his head out curiously to look at the documents in her hand. “Sister, why do I feel your attitude toward Host 3339 is much more lenient? What’s written there? Let me see too… Huh? Mental Compensation Application?”
With high cultivation, reading data took but a glance. After reading the content of the mental compensation application edited by 3339, Host 6669 recalled the Ghost Gu’s appearance of a pestering malicious ghost and couldn’t help sighing, “Good thing Host 3339 is a demon.”
A normal person would be scared to death by that thing.
The Supervisor didn’t offer an opinion. The two chatted idly for a few more sentences before going about their own business.
When seeing the Supervisor’s beautiful face again, Host 6669 said the sentence above with grief and indignation.
The Supervisor said, “Now that the small world is closed, you are the only relevant personnel. If we don’t investigate you, who do we investigate? Recall your mission process and help find the culprit.”
6669 recalled and actually found something amiss, though he had no evidenceâjust intuition.
” The ascension of the World Consciousness was indeed too sudden. I was almost trapped inside.”
The Supervisor waited a while, then broke the silence to ask, “Anything else to add?”
Host 6669 looked blank. “No.”
He went in for violent law enforcement; what could he discover?
“Can you not think of it, or are you too lazy to use that brain of yours again?” Under the Supervisor’s “kind” gaze, Host 6669 tried hard to run his brain.
He discovered another suspicious point. “When I found the last violator, he seemed very surprised.”
“That surprise wasn’t right. He wasn’t surprised to see me, he was surprised…”
He organized his language. “His surprise shouldn’t have been at seeing me at that time. It seemed to hold a bit of astonishment and blame.”
“Who was he blaming?”
“He has an accomplice.”
Both looked toward the coordinates where the small world existed. Knowing this now was too late; while the World Barrier was closed, no one could enter.
Forcing a breakthrough wasn’t impossible, but no one wanted to pay the price for doing so.
“A violator stealing Protagonist Halos, Host 3339 with an incompletely awakened demonic nature, and a Ghost Gu following him like a psychopath.”
The Supervisor took out a long tobacco pipe, took a puff, and exhaled a cloud of white smoke carrying the scent of flowers.
“I won’t be surprised by whatever this world turns into in the end.”
…
[I thought of a new Daoist title for you.] Tianqing Daozun reappeared. Yun Wuxiang answered quickly, “Tianyun and Qingyun are both fine.”
[Too vulgar. My disciple cannot have such a vulgar name. Your new Daoist title is Tanyun (Sandalwood Cloud).]
Yun Wuxiang was slightly surprised. Unexpectedly, it lacked the arrogant “I am number one under heaven” feel. It was even a bit Zen?
[If you think this name doesn’t sound good, This Venerable One also has Ba…]
“This is it. Tanyun. I like it very much.” Yun Wuxiang firmly accepted this title.
[This Venerable One also has a title, Bajue (Tyrant Absolute)! You can consider it again.] Tianqing Daozun, despite being interrupted twice, tenaciously spoke her favorite title.
Yun Wuxiang’s tone was even firmer than before. “Tanyun is very good. Thank you, Grandmaster.”
Subsequently, he seemed to hear a short, cold snort laced with dissatisfaction.
[Fighting the Dead Phoenix will cause some impact. Your cultivation is a bit low right now, so it’s not suitable to stay on this island. This Venerable One knows a stable secret realm. Go inside and cultivate to Tribulation Immortal before coming out.]
[This Venerable One will send you off.]
Yun Wuxiang: “Wait…” The word “moment” was still in his mouth when space fluctuated, and the scene before his eyes changed.
Daylight, red sky, demonic energy filling the air.
Tianqing Daozun, are you sure a stable secret realm should look like this?
[…Host, this is the Demon Realm.]
Clatter.
Many animals popped up around Yun Wuxiang, along with Zhao Sihai, who was hugging a brown bear’s arm, leaning on the bear with sleepiness still on his face.
Boom.
A Qingdi Temple appeared intact behind Yun Wuxiang.
Good job. Collective relocation. Except for the island, everything else came.
Following the sensing of the Mountain Willow Orchid, Yun Wuxiang picked up the broken copper mirror from the ground, as well as a half-dead black scorpion. Lifting it by the tail, he shook it twice. “Song Yilou?”
The two pincers on the side of the black scorpion’s head moved toward the center, the tips touching vaguely to form a hollow shape in the middle that looked like a heart.
Yun Wuxiang looked at that heart shape, his mood weird beyond description.
Song Yilou seemed to truly like him, but his brain was truly not normal.
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