Chapter 547: The Newborn Qixing, Transmitting the Dao: Yin-Yang Gathering Qi and Union Joy

Although the reason was unclear.

But the world's will, having awakened from its silence, refused to let this new possibility collapse.

As the world's will, under stable conditions where the world's fundamental principles remained intact, it could only influence subtly and could not directly interfere.

At most, it could only select beings within the realm to act as its agents.

This was the origin of the World's Chosen.

Only when the world was in turmoil and its fundamental principles damaged could the world's will directly interfere with reality.

For instance, the task world 4 where Qi Ling resided.

Suddenly!

Just then, near the giant hand reaching for Qixing, countless distortions appeared—each capable of shredding all things—forming an extreme, immense repulsive force, seeking to expel the giant hand.

It was the spacetime's inherent corrective mechanism spontaneously beginning to reject.

Yet, faced with this distortion capable of shredding all things, the giant hand invading from the time imprint merely paused for an instant, then continued advancing toward "Qixing."

Its five fingers, like pillars holding up heaven, spread wide, engulfing the entire "Qixing," then clenched shut…

Under an odd field of force, "Qixing" itself remained utterly untouched, while the giant hand, having seized "Qixing," attempted to retract.

But no matter how hard it strained, "Qixing" remained firmly in place, unmoving and unshaken.

Boom—!

The collapse of the universe continued; this possibility born from "Shijing" interference had reached the brink of destruction!

And at this moment.

On the other side of the "Time Imprint."

Within a dark, profound space.

Zhou Kongming gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his entire Cultivation of Return to Void magic power surging violently.

As if wrestling with some colossal entity.

Normally, with his Cultivation of Return to Void at its peak, plucking stars and snatching moons would be effortless.

But now, merely one "Qixing" made him feel utterly immovable, as if he had exhausted every ounce of strength yet could not shift it an inch.

It was as if he gripped not a planet, but an entire universe, a whole world.

"Can't lift it…?"

Feeling the constant stabbing pain in his right hand, Zhou Kongming gained a sudden insight.

Having only dabbled in time-related divine arts, attempting to extract an entire planet from the "Time Imprint" was still too difficult for him.

At the very least, not something he could accomplish now.

Only upon merging with the Dao could one forcibly pull it out without any time-related divine art techniques.

After clarifying the current situation, Zhou Kongming made an immediate decision.

He loosened his five fingers gripping "Qixing," altered the target of his magic power field, selecting only the underground base where Kalivels resided.

He pulled back again!

This time, the pressure he felt dropped sharply!

The underground base where Kalivels resided, enveloped in his magic power field, was retracted beyond the "Time Imprint."

Boom!

Boom—!

The violent tremors caused the "Time Imprint," now the size of a doorway, to shudder incessantly; the stabbing pain in his right hand had become agonizing.

Undoubtedly, the possibility generated by "Shijing" interference had reached its final moment of collapse, spilling over into the star system where "Qixing" resided!

Rip!

His right sleeve was ruthlessly shredded into fragments by the chaotic currents formed from the collapsing possibility.

Terrifying spacetime storms sliced across Zhou Kongming's arm, emitting metallic "ding-ding" sounds; each cut carried the power of a Soul Transformation cultivator's full-force strike.

Even the underground base he held, wrapped in his magic power field and belonging to Kalivels, began to erode.

No!

Must go faster!

"Rise!"

He stomped his foot, and a formation diagram unfolded; several flying swords shot out from behind him, landing in the four directions to form a mysterious sword array.

Within the array, sword qi flowed like a river, star-dust-like specks flickering on and off, resembling countless star-rivers that surged along his right hand into the "Time Imprint."

The roaring sword qi met the spacetime storm born from the collapsing possibility.

They entwined, collided, and canceled each other out…

Though temporarily easing the agony in his arm, it further accelerated the rate of destruction.

"Come!"

He exerted maximum force; vast magic power surged relentlessly, roaring like rivers within his body.

The instant his palm withdrew from the "Time Imprint."

Zhou Kongming staggered backward several steps, then knelt half on the ground, gasping heavily.

The surrounding sword array returned to him.

The turbulent magic power within him gradually calmed; his right arm was covered in wounds large and small, but due to the powerful self-healing of his Return to Void cultivation, they were slowly mending.

Crack!

A crisp sound—cracks like a spiderweb appeared on the chosen "Time Imprint" and gradually spread.

Hearing the noise, Zhou Kongming looked up, but saw only the "Time Imprint," riddled with cracks, shattering into countless tiny fragments and vanishing into the dark, profound space.

"…"

After waiting a long while until the tremors in his magic power fully subsided, Zhou Kongming slowly stood up.

He looked at his right hand, his eyelids twitching slightly.

Because the magic power field had been breached by the temporal storm, he had not fully extracted the underground base.

Or rather, had he not acted decisively, he might have returned empty-handed…

Carefully, he placed the heart, no longer pulsing, into his storage ring.

Magic power surged, collecting the blood stained on his palm and storing it within the storage ring.

He had originally planned to drag this thing out and give it a good beating.

But since this was his first time using the 'Time Scenery' auxiliary module, he was still unfamiliar with it, so he got greedy.

In the end, he only brought back a single heart. Though it fell short of his expectations, given the technological level of this world…

It should be enough.

"Huh~"

He exhaled a long breath of stale air.

Zhou Kongming looked at the personal interface before him.

【Attention! The World's Child is about to be born】

As expected.

He wasn't surprised by this at all.

Soon another line of text appeared.

【The selected time fragment is shattered. Exit?】

"Yes."

Hum~!

The darkness before his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the golden glow of sunset at the horizon where sea met sky.

"Not even giving me time to adjust? Terrible review!"

Zhou Kongming mentally grumbled.

Such a sudden spatial shift—what if it damaged his eyes?!

"Master! What happened to you!"

A voice cried out from behind, and a figure swiftly approached.

……

……

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

The laboratory beneath the forest villa.

Dim lights glowed as Zhou Kongming stood before a massive projection screen, watching rows of cultivation chambers arranged in perfect order.

"Gene information has been logged into the database. Number of subjects cultivated this round: 120,000. Survival rate: 98.2%," Heng said in a steady tone.

She still wore the same silver bodysuit, her eyes flickering with spiritual light.

During this time, thanks to the Peiyuan Pills provided by Zhou Kongming, her cultivation had reached Foundation Establishment Stage Two.

This was only because she had to divert part of her energy to analyze the heart and blood samples Zhou Kongming brought back; otherwise, her cultivation could have been even higher.

That day by the sea, when she suddenly saw his right arm's clothing vanish, covered in wounds large and small, she had truly been frightened, thinking a higher civilization had attacked him.

Only after seeing the heart and blood samples did she understand the reason.

"After calculation, the heart and blood samples you retrieved via time technology have a 97.63% probability of matching the original Qixing people's gene information."

Here, "original" does not refer to the Qixing people at the dawn of their civilization, but to Kaluofa'ers, the final controller of the Qixing civilization, free of obvious genetic defects.

Since the original data had been erased, she could only reverse-engineer it using the malformed flesh created by the Zangyuan civilization and the existing cloned humans' genes.

"Mm."

Zhou Kongming nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the screen before him.

The Qixing civilization's cloning technology was even more advanced than he expected; though it couldn't match the old demons of the Xuan Realm, its efficiency was already extremely high.

On the screen, each cultivation chamber floated a human embryo in specially formulated fluid, umbilical cords connected to the base, limbs just beginning to form.

"How long will it take?"

"Estimated: thirty-seven days until these subjects can exit the cultivation chambers."

Thirty-seven days…

Even faster than expected.

Due to the continuous refinement of virtual reality technology, Qixing civilization's societal structure had fallen into static equilibrium, resulting in low fertility desire.

The society's controllers unanimously decided to activate "cloning" to create more humans.

Moreover, to enable clones to assume the role of "Maintainers" as soon as possible, they developed rapid-growth technology to accelerate clones past their helpless childhood phase.

Thoughts flashed through Zhou Kongming's mind, and he gave his order:

"Follow the planned schedule: mobilize all resources to construct cultivation chambers. Once the target population is reached, seal the cloning technology."

"Understood, Master."

After receiving Heng's solemn reply, Zhou Kongming still stared at the screen for a long while before finally looking away.

He turned to Heng behind him:

"Arrange everything from now on."

Heng's heart tightened.

"Master…"

Before she could say more, Zhou Kongming cut her off.

"I will transmit to you several cultivation methods; later, pass them on to them."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he raised his hand and sent two streaks of light into Heng's third eye, traveling through this vessel and sinking into the source of its spirit.

"The Method of Absorbing Qi," "The Qi Refinement Technique," "The Foundation Establishment Art," "The Golden Core Scripture"...

These were the simplest techniques he had deduced during this time by comprehending the rules of this world.

Twenty-one years...

Or rather, twenty years of time—even if a prodigy were born, reaching the Golden Core Realm would be about all one could achieve.

Moreover, since this world had never known the concept of "cultivation," it ought to forge its own unique path.

"Miscellaneous Talks on the Nascent Soul," "Speculations on Soul Transformation," "Secret Records of Returning to Emptiness."

These three texts contained no specific techniques, only pointing out the key thresholds beyond the Golden Core.

Finally, there was one more—

"The Marvelous Art of Yin-Yang Qi Absorption and Union."

The only technique, and it was of a supportive nature. (End of Chapter)