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Chapter 27: You're Chen Moqing! — Return to Void Refinement Stage!

"Are you done?"

Hearing that dry voice, Chen Moqing turned around, holding the soft little snow white beast that lay sprawled on the back of his hand.

A handsome man in wide sleeved black robes hovered in midair, faint translucent spiritual light shimmering around him.

Chen Moqing gently placed the sticky little ball of fur onto his shoulder, and cupped his hands in a salute: "This unworthy junior, Jiang Yu, greets the senior."

The person before him was none other than the great expert from the illusion realm who had founded the array path, Xingyun's senior brother.

"Since you know of this secret realm, you are someone my junior brother approves of. You may call me, Liukong."

Liukong looked Chen Moqing over for a few seconds, nodded slightly, then spoke again: "Indeed, your attainment in the array path is decent. Being able to break the Great Dream of Floating Life Array qualifies you to receive my inheritance."

"It's just unfortunate that my true body dissipated into the world long ago. This is merely a remnant of my soul."

"Had you come a hundred years earlier, you could have received the complete inheritance. As it is now... there is little I can give you."

Chen Moqing's gaze shifted slightly. In the past, Senior Xingyun had said he wanted him to obtain his senior brother's complete inheritance, but even Senior Xingyun himself hadn't anticipated that his senior brother's true body would dissipate first.

Time flows on, leaving people powerless against it.

He said: "To receive even part of the inheritance is already this junior's good fortune."

"Very good. Come."

Liukong raised his hand and tapped Chen Moqing's brow.

A small formation array lit up at his fingertip, merging into Chen Moqing's forehead. Within his sea of consciousness, Chen Moqing's spiritual sense looked up, and saw a vast expanse of stars covered in formation patterns.

Little to give?

Liukong turned his hand over again, and Chen Moqing's spiritual sense stirred as a crystal clear nine petaled lotus floated up from his brow on its own, hovering above Liukong's palm.

Cang Shun leaned in closer, raising a paw to touch his brow. Chen Moqing gently grasped that little paw and shook it slightly, indicating he was fine.

Liukong looked at the fifth-grade Snow-Dust Glazed Lotus Cup, his gaze seeming to hold a touch of nostalgia. Then, he took something out from his sleeve.

It was two crystalline, glowing white lotus seeds, which he placed inside the lotus.

In an instant, the nine petaled lotus blazed with brilliant light, the flower's flowing seven colored hues transforming into a pure, sacred silvery white, like a white lotus blooming after bathing in snow, the aura it radiated climbing steadily—leaping from fifth-grade across two major realms all at once, up to seventh-grade!

A seventh-grade defensive treasure, the Immaculate Pure Snow Lotus, capable of withstanding the might of a Body Integration cultivator!

"This item is no ordinary treasure, but a lotus flower left behind by an immortal of old," Liukong said calmly: "There were nine lotus seeds in total. My junior brother and I found seven of them. If you can gather the remaining two seeds, you can bring the immortal lotus back into the world."

The flawless Snow Lotus merged into his brow once more. Chen Moqing felt that surging power within him, and once again clasped his hands together in salute: "Thank you, senior."

The little snow white beast on his shoulder paced back and forth, extending a paw toward his chest, letting out small "mew" sounds. He raised his hand, letting this little ball of fur happily jump into his arms, where it curled up into a small ball, continuing to press softly against him.

Liukong glanced over once, then glanced again.

"Now, I will give you one last thing."

...

The transmission of inheritance was nearing its end. Liukong clasped his hands behind his back, his figure gradually becoming transparent.

"Senior," Chen Moqing said, "Might I ask about the matter of the Demon Abyss?"

Liukong cut off his words: "I know what you wish to ask. However, most of the memories from that battle long ago have been sealed within my true body, and were not left to this remnant soul."

His voice grew low again: "With your current level of cultivation, even if you were to learn of it, it would only mean... heavenly punishment descending instantly, your soul scattered and destroyed."

"Furthermore, there is one beside you who carries the fortune of the Heavenly Dao."

Chen Moqing lowered his eyes slightly, meeting the round demon eyes of the little ball of fur in his arms.

Cang Shun stared at him without blinking.

Chen Moqing said nothing, lowering his fingers to poke at those round, soft beast ears.

The little snow white beast shook its ears, raising its head a little on its own, rubbing against his fingertips.

Liukong glanced at them a few more times.

"Remember, only when you cross into Mahayana stage, and truly become qualified to set foot on the path of ascension, can you investigate the secrets of the Demon Abyss..."

His voice gradually faded. Chen Moqing raised his hand, his expression respectful: "On behalf of those who come after, I thank Changyao Sect, I thank all the seniors who suppressed the Demon Abyss and saved future generations."

A faint smile appeared on Liukong's face: "You once lost the foundation of your sword path. My true body originally had a technique that could regenerate that foundation, but my true body has already dissipated. Fortunately, my junior brother still has an imprint of it, so you may go find the inheritance from his true body."

Chen Moqing was not disappointed, and nodded in acknowledgment.

Liukong was silent for a few seconds, then spoke again: "My junior brother... did he leave any words for me?"

"Senior Xingyun said he regretted leaving in anger back then."

After hearing this, Liukong fell into a long silence. Only as his figure faded away completely, in the moment the remnant soul was about to finally dissipate into the world, could one hear his wistful, murmured words: "So he never... never wished to see me for his whole life..."

The murmuring faded into the distance, and this array path expert from tens of thousands of years ago, whose remnant soul alone remained in the world, finally dispersed into a breeze and scattered away.

Chen Moqing bowed deeply.

Mirror like fragments drifted down from the sky of the secret  realm; this place was about to collapse.

Cang Shun tugged at Chen Moqing's sleeve, watching as this young human lowered his gaze, meeting his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Cang Shun turned his head away nonchalantly, and after two seconds, said just as nonchalantly: 【If someday, I do something that upsets you, just tell me directly】

Chen Moqing cupped the little snow white beast in his hands, raising it to eye level, looking at this Demon Emperor without saying a word.

Cang Shun: "......"

Why wasn't he saying anything.

The little snow white beast's head turned to the left, then turned to the right, and finally buried itself into Chen Moqing's sleeve.

Chen Moqing lifted his sleeve, poking at this soft little ball of fur, and said flatly: "What the Demon Emperor means is that he doesn't want me to leave in anger and never see him again in this lifetime?"

Cang Shun was silent for a few seconds, then slowly, in a very small voice, made an "mm" sound.

Then he said nothing more.

He tucked his two little paws in, lying flat against Chen Moqing's arm, becoming a quiet little block of wood.

Chen Moqing turned around, looking back at the secret realm that was collapsing, and said: "Even if they walk the same path together, there can still be a parting."

Cang Shun immediately looked at him: 【They are them】

And gripped this person's sleeve tightly again: 【You're still going to come back to the Demon Realm with me!】

Chen Moqing lowered his eyes, looking at this little ball of fur whose fur had puffed up slightly, becoming all fluffy, and smiled a little, saying nothing more.

Cang Shun stared unblinkingly at that calm profile, thinking to himself, why was he thinking about separating from him again.

...Anyway, anyway he had promised him, that he would go home with him.

As long as the contract still existed, this person couldn't leave him either.

The little snow white beast climbed quickly to the top of Chen Moqing's head, lying down without a sound, as if claiming this territory for itself.

On all four sides, hundred zhang tall bronze structures rose from the ground, transforming into inescapable high mountains.

A man with wildly flowing dark green hair sat atop a pitch black coffin, one leg bent, tapping the coffin lightly with apparent interest.

"Ninety nine, one hundred, one hundred, ninety nine..."

He counted leisurely, then raised a hand to point, pointing directly at the young cultivator who had just walked out of the collapsing secret realm, now standing amid the bronze structures on all four sides.

Wu Hao said with a smile: "Have you thought about how you want to die?"

"Before that, this one would ask the esteemed one to clear up some confusion," Chen Moqing calmly stroked the little snow white beast in his arms, and said, "Why do you want to kill me?"

Wu Hao: "Heh..."

"Rather than running my mouth, this one prefers to get straight to it!"

He raised his hand, and the hundred zhang bronze structures on all four sides suddenly erupted with countless tendrils of black energy, transforming into four black serpentine dragons, rising into the air, opening their wrathful eyes.

"To die at this one's hands, well, it's not exactly an insult to you."

In Wu Hao's smiling eyes, the small, insignificant young cultivator slowly closed his eyes, as if offering his neck for the killing blow.

The might of Void Refinement, capable of swallowing heaven and earth, could shake the sea of stars.

A Golden Core cultivator against a Void Refinement cultivator was like an ant trying to topple a tree, with no chance of victory at all.

Within the secret realm, Senior Liukong's words still echoed in his ears.

"The final inheritance I give you, is an array formation I painstakingly sought in my later years, and finally created myself."

"This array can allow your present self to return to a certain moment in the past, as if reversing the river of time, to look back upon your former self..."

"However, I devoted myself to the array path for tens of thousands of years, and in the end could never truly reverse the flow of time, or bring back the departed. One can only stand in the afterglow of one's later years, looking back upon the morning sun."

"And so, this array is named, Unseen Dawn."

The silver white formation array swept open, covering a thousand meters, brilliant and exquisite, its silver light blazing fiercely, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, with the young cultivator standing beneath it.

The cold wind billowed his dark robes, his frost white hair streaming in the wind, brushing past those lightly closed eyes.

This scene reflected in Cang Shun's demon eyes. He stood quietly guarding beside him, his gaze tracing over that figure inch by inch.

And he wasn't letting him act.

Fine, he'd listen to him.

The silver formation slowly turned, and when the array activated, the heavens and earth lost sight of sun and moon, with only this one person visible.

Chen Moqing slowly opened his eyes, his dark pupils reflecting the cold clear silver glow of frost and moonlight.

At this moment, his aura began climbing steadily, leaping directly from peak Golden Core to early Nascent Soul!

His aura didn't stop, continuing to surge violently, mid-Nascent Soul! Peak Nascent Soul! Great Perfection Nascent Soul—

Early Deity Transformation!

Peak Deity Transformation!

Great Perfection Deity Transformation!

The rapidly climbing aura showed not the slightest pause, leaping straight past Deity Transformation in one step—

Early Void Refinement stage!

The youngest Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, and Void Refinement cultivator in the Nine Thousand Prefectures in tens of thousands of years! Unprecedented, and never to be matched again!

Wu Hao slowly stood up, watching as that tall, slender Void Refinement stage cultivator raised his hand, speaking only a single word: "Come."

A long star descended from beyond the heavens, splitting apart yin and yang, day and dusk!

It was an unstoppable sword intent, condensing into the shape of a long frost white sword, hovering beneath Chen Moqing's palm. A line of sharp, cold light swept across the blade, the sword's edge trembling faintly.

Before the sword arrived, its intent had already arrived, its sound reverberating through heaven and earth!

The sword once wielded by the foremost sword cultivator who had dominated the Nine Thousand Prefectures, outshining every prodigy of his age—Chenjie Sword Intent!

Chen Moqing grasped the long sword, and within the bright, clear blade, saw his former self reflected.

"Your bone structure is no more than a hundred years old... a hundred year old Void Refinement stage cultivator..."

Perhaps the wind was too fierce, but Wu Hao's voice sounded as if it were trembling violently.

"You're not Jiang Yu, you are—"

"Chen Moqing!"

This mid-Void Refinement cultivator's body trembled, his face twisting along with it, and it wasn't fear— but rather joy, ecstasy rising to its peak.

His mouth twisted and split open uncontrollably, his contracted pupils staring fixedly at Chen Moqing, as if he wanted to dig through his skin, pull out what lay within, spread it open inch by inch, and find out the truth of it.

"How exactly did you come back to life! Could it be that you've already mastered a divine power to reverse life and death!"

Wu Hao stepped forward several paces, his voice fevered, his eyes seeming to burn with raging fire, as if he wanted to scorch the person before him.

Chen Moqing raised his sword, its edge pointing far ahead, his eyes as cold and clear as a blade's edge, and said with a smile: "This one would ask the esteemed senior to enlighten me."

"Jiang Yu, Chi Fei, Chen Moqing... haha! Hahaha!"

Wu Hao threw back his head and laughed, his long robes whipping wildly.

"Then let's fight! With a thousand years of foundation, why would this one fear a hundred year old child like you!"

"If I win this battle, everything of yours belongs to this one! This one will use your life to defy heaven and reverse fate!"

Before he had even finished speaking, Chen Moqing swung his sword once, his wide sleeves spreading open like crane feathers.

A single flash of the blade's light illuminated three thousand li!

The Desolate Ruins Secret Realm collapsed instantly, the sea of clouds for a thousand li was swept away entirely, leaving the sky nothing but an empty expanse of blue, like an unrippled mirror, reflecting the world and all living beings below!

Beneath the bright, open sky, there remained only a young sword cultivator in dark robes and white hair, his figure like bamboo, standing with sword in hand.

A single strike defeating a mid-Void Refinement cultivator!

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