Chapter 207: Return to the Blessed Land

Having become the Other Shore Immortal Empress, few things in the world can stir your heart.

Not to mention awakening you from seclusion.

Your gaze leaps across the endless void, staring at that mysterious land that stirs your inner waves.

You, deep in thought, lower your head to look at the CloudHeart placed before you.

"Cloud Heart Sensing! Mysterious Blessed Land!"

"I have manifested again!!"

When you were still weak, Yun Baobao once took you to the Mysterious Blessed Land to seek materials for forging the Natal Spirit Sword.

It is the dwelling place of the Heaven-Earth Spirits after Shapeshifting.

Aside from the Guidance of the God of the Blessed Land, no living being can enter there.

Even as an Other Shore Immortal, you remain curious about the Mysterious Blessed Land, and the Natal Spirit Sword that has accompanied you for countless years was also born there.

You recall Yun Baobao saying, "If Spirit Beasts count as a race, then the God of the Blessed Land is equivalent to an Ancient God among the Spirit Beasts."

However, the Spirit Beast God has no consciousness and cannot move.

It was born that way, shielding that Blessed Land from intrusion by external living beings.

Without the Guidance of the Spirit Beast God, even the Divine Lord cannot sense that place.

In your heart you wonder, "Why do I sense the Mysterious Blessed Land at this moment—could it be the Guidance of the Spirit Beast God?"

"Why does He guide me there?"

You have always believed Yun Baobao's words; the Spirit Beast God lacks consciousness, yet it offers you Guidance, surely out of instinct.

"Could it be that the Spirit Beast God sensed this apocalyptic crisis, thus guiding me forward?"

After five thousand years of seclusion, your insights are few.

You are still far from becoming an Ancient God; even if you were given fifty thousand years you might become one, yet the time left for you is only five thousand years.

Such an opportunity, you cannot abandon.

Following the Guidance, you return once more to the Mysterious Blessed Land.

The scene here, however, is completely different from before.

When Yun Baobao first brought you here, it was full of vitality and joy, with all manner of Spirit Beasts living there, like an Immortal Realm beyond the world.

Now, upon returning, the ground is withered and everything appears ruinous.

"What happened here?"

No Spirit Beasts can answer your question; they have all lost their Qi, turning into withered plants or lifeless implements.

You arrive at the Mountain Sea that Yun Baobao once led you across.

The Spirit Beast God resides on the other side of the Mountain Sea; now the mountains are merely bare stone cliffs, and the sea has dried up.

The dead silence permeates every corner of the Blessed Land.

"Spirit Beast God!"

"Are you there?"

You shout loudly, and only the echo rippling between the cliffs answers.

You come to the opposite side of the Mountain Sea.

You have never seen the Spirit Beast God, nor know its form; any grass, stone, or implement here could be the Spirit Beast God.

Just as you are at a loss, the Ling Sword in your hand emits a hum.

The Sword Spirit Maiden manifests.

"Master, follow me."

The Sword Spirit Maiden, bright as the wind, leads you onward.

You ask, "Sword Spirit, do you know what has happened here?"

The Sword Spirit shakes its head, "I do not know; before following my master I possessed little spiritual intelligence, my sensing of the Blessed Land was weak, hardly that of a true Spirit Beast."

"But now I can sense the Spirit Beast God you seek, Master."

"It is ahead."

You are delighted and follow the Sword Spirit forward.

"It is that one."

Soon, the Sword Spirit stops, pointing to a flower on the ground about to wither, "It should be the Spirit Beast God."

The wilted flower still appears uncanny.

Its petals are layered upon layered, countless, each seeming identical yet stained with various colors.

This flower even bears the aura of Chaos.

Five thousand years ago, when you entered the Chaos Void to seek the Human Ancestor, He bestowed upon you a fragment of Creation you had grasped in the Chaos.

Upon this wilted flower, you sense even more Creation.

It seems faint, yet when you contemplate earnestly, it feels boundless, as if myriad paths intertwine before your eyes.

You dare not act rashly, maintaining reverence.

"Spirit Beast God, do you still remember me?"

He is like a senior to you, having cared for you; after ten thousand years, perhaps He has Shapeshifted and gained consciousness?

Yet, after a long while, He still gives no response.

You look at the Sword Spirit Maiden and ask, "Sword Spirit, can you communicate with Him?"

"I'll try."

The Sword Spirit Maiden cradles the flower in her hands.

After a while, her eyes flash, "Master, I think I can hear Him speak."

You ask, "What did it say?"

The Sword Spirit Maiden lightly furrowed her slender brows and recited word for word, "It said… Heaven and Earth Extinction, Myriad Ways… withering? Living beings… not existing? Merging with the world…?"

Your mood is heavy, "Is it really so? The Spirit Beast God has already been affected by the apocalyptic crisis."

Could the Spirit Beast God share the same origin as the Ten Great Ancient Gods?

Their birth origins are all linked to that Strange Power?

Yet why does the Spirit Beast God only face withering, not contamination?

"Why can the Spirit Beast God escape contamination?"

Perhaps you can find a way to resolve the crisis within it.

You say, "Sword Spirit, ask, what can we do to help it?"

"Fine."

The Sword Spirit continues listening to the Spirit Beast God's voice.

"Master, it says it is not an Ancient God, but the Nature God of this Shi Jie, and because the world has been corrupted, it will wither."

"It wishes to ask you… to help it… slash away the Strange Corruption?"

"How to slash?" you say helplessly. If the Strange Corruption could be cut so easily, you would have done it long ago; why go this far.

The Sword Spirit says, "It says let you disperse it throughout Heaven and Earth; if it returns to Heaven and Earth, it can let Myriad Ways manifest, usher in ultimate ascension, and create a brief brilliant era."

You solemnly respect, "Nature God, return to nature, manifest Myriad Ways with its body, to obtain the last sliver of life for Heaven and Earth?!"

The path to becoming an Ancient God is not one that you alone can reach the end.

One more person, one more hope.

You bow deeply toward the flower, "I promise you! Not only will I bring a brief era for Heaven and Earth, I will eradicate the Strange Corruption and usher in brilliance for all beings!"

At the moment your words finish, a petal falls onto your hand.

In an instant, you hear endless Sword Resonance.

Above the firmament, it seems ten thousand sharp swords hang inverted, evolving endless Sword Forms.

All Swords Return to the Sect!

This is! Sword Path Manifestation!