Chapter 1325: Stained Karma, Tainted Fate; Using Chaos to Uphold Righteousness

"Infinite!"

Xu Qing stood upon the firmament, gazing into the Well of Myriad Worlds within, where the ancient immortal and all the karmic fates surrounding him were reflected.

He admitted that this ancient immortal before him truly deserved the title of heaven's pride!

Such a constitution... Xu Qing, even having fought extensively in the Fifth Star Ring and possessing rich experience, had never encountered one with such a constitution.

To a certain extent, this was already beyond what an ordinary Xia Xian could master; saying he was astonishingly close to the level of an Immortal Sovereign was no exaggeration.

"He is one level stronger than he was half a Jiazi ago!"

Xu Qing murmured in his heart.

And on the well's surface, the venerable ancient immortal also lifted his head at this moment, gazing toward Xu Qing.

The two faced each other across the water, one above, one below.

The meeting of their gazes caused the Eastern Wanggu Continent to tremble, mountains to collapse, the earth to split, winds and clouds to shift in color, and the oppressive pressure formed by their might weighed heavily upon the hearts of all beings of myriad races.

Turning into an indescribable palpitation, the ancient immortal's hoarse voice echoed in all directions.

"Countless is the beginning of my constitution; to achieve its perfection, I scattered countless divine thoughts, formed countless avatars, even abandoned leadership, allowing any single avatar to become the main body.

Thereafter, I let all avatars grow, devour, merge...

Even if during this process, the former me had already dissipated, the Dao still remains!

Until finally, I attained the Dao, I achieved constitution, infinite!

Returning here, I condensed law power, seeking one thing, only for this final leap."

"And you... I can see that you, too, are before this leap."

The ancient immortal's eyes were deep, devoid of joy or sorrow; as he spoke, he lifted his right foot and took a step forward.

At the instant this step landed, the well surface rumbled, and the well water surged into massive waves.

It was as if a great wind swept across, seeking to form a storm.

Shaking heaven and earth, shaking the firmament of the universe, shaking everything.

In the space within Xu Qing's Moon-Fishing-in-the-Well divine ability, a sudden tremor occurred; the virtual and real, true and false within it also twisted, and every independent aspect composing this divine ability now showed signs of imminent collapse.

As if unable to bear it!

"As for your constitution, I have not never seen it before; twenty thousand years ago, in the Twenty-Seventh Star Ring, there was a divine spirit whose constitution was very similar to yours."

"One thought, myriad worlds; the universe parallels; condensing the flower of spacetime, seeking to bear the fruit of the Dao."

The ancient immortal's voice still echoed as he took the second step.

When this second step landed, the well surface instantly emitted a cracking sound; fissures appeared in the void, in spacetime, in parallel realms, in the myriad worlds.

And the well water, too, became turbid in this surge.

Composing this turbidity were the infinite karmic and infinite fates emanating from this ancient immortal's body!

Thus, the virtual and real, true and false, having reached the extreme, began to dissipate.

This elevated Moon-Fishing-in-the-Well divine ability underwent an irreversible collapse.

"But you are ultimately still too young."

The ancient immortal shook his head and took the third step.

When this step landed, heaven collapsed and earth split.

The Well of Myriad Worlds suddenly collapsed, and the virtual and real, true and false, likewise scattered apart.

The world formed by the Moon-Fishing-in-the-Well divine ability seemed to become a shattered mirror, in that rumbling, breaking into fragments that scattered in all directions.

And the ancient immortal's figure, beneath the collapse of this divine ability, became whole again, yet his appearance underwent a tremendous change.

Though still wrinkled-faced and still aged, the silver light in his eyes was unprecedented in its brilliance!

His long hair fluttered, also entirely turned silver, spreading behind him like a galaxy, forming a unique aura.

Outside his body, seven-colored immortal mist swirled, displaying his immortal might!

His aura surged instantly to heavenly heights, stirring the tides of heaven and earth, pulling starlight down to fall.

Making his very existence also an embodiment of the infinite.

Forming a terrifying pressure, erupting with the force to overturn mountains and seas, to crush the withered and break the decayed, heading toward Xu Qing here, about to take the fourth step.

"Your words are too many, some are noisy."

Xu Qing spoke calmly.

The other's constitution was indeed astonishing, using the infinite to push his divine ability to the limit of endurance, like a fierce tiger breaking free from its cage to shatter walls and barriers, causing the divine ability to collapse utterly.

But often, what restrains a fierce tiger need not necessarily be a sturdy cage!

A supple vine can also do it!

Thus, Xu Qing's eyes flashed with a dark light, he raised his right hand, and pressed downward.

Instantly, the scattered fragments of the divine ability all underwent a change.

"Open Parallel Realm!"

In that instant, the countless fragments of the collapsing divine ability had their essential nature directly altered, becoming individual lenses; in the process of being inverted and scattered, they refracted the ancient immortal's infinite karma and fate, projecting different images.

In each lens, at this instant, traces of the ancient immortal appeared!

These were parallels, different worlds across different times and spaces!

And the ancient immortals in these worlds were not all cultivators!

Some were mortals, some were ferocious beasts, some were plants and trees, even their genders differed—there were males and females, there were yin and yang!

Thereafter...

Xu Qing's raised right hand suddenly turned, his gaze icy, he let out a low shout from his throat.

"Turn!"

One word spoken, parallel reversed, myriad worlds in great turmoil!

All the lenses were twisting, and within them appeared astonishing changes.

One could see that the projections of ancient immortal causality and fate refracted within those mirror surfaces were being forcibly reversed and altered—men turned into women, women into men, and even yin and yang underwent the same transformation.

Moreover, some showed cultivators becoming mortals, humans turning into livestock, livestock turning into objects—everything completely reversed.

Not only that, within these parallel realms, heavenly disasters began to emerge one after another.

A red star fell to the earth, burning mountains and splitting seas; the spiritual river flowed backward, devouring cities.

Especially in one lens, that world possessed a World-Protecting Immortal Tree, which was itself a thread of causal refraction from an ancient immortal; now it was rotting from the roots, with blood-red tears hanging from its branches and leaves.

This was precisely Xu Qing, using the integrating power of his Constitution's Principle, separating out each individual independent adjustment across all parallels and spacetimes.

Causing all changes to be completely inverted, turning the sturdy cage into supple vines!

And thus affecting the other's true body.

Using chaos to correct order!

In the next instant, all the mirror surfaces turned toward the ancient immortal, and Xu Qing's turning right hand clenched tightly!

"Return to One!"

These two words echoed, and all the mirror surfaces shattered on their own; the inverted causality and fate within instantly dispersed, surging toward the ancient immortal like polluted waters.

Inflicting infinite causal pollution upon him, staining his infinite fate.

Thus, the ancient immortal who had been about to take his fourth step toward Xu Qing shuddered violently; he saw his causal lines being gnawed by an invisible force, his fate being eroded—the once-clear fate lines like glazed glass were instantly covered in grime.

Like a spiritual spring polluted by corpse blood.

The gold faded to dark brown, and at the tip, grotesque, tumor-like lumps formed.

And it seemed irreversible!

This manifested in his body: visible on his withered face, the spiderweb-like wrinkles had become actual cracks, now splitting open!

The silver light in his eyes symbolizing immortality also rapidly dimmed at this moment, condensing into fine silver powder that drifted down like falling flakes, revealing his cloudy eyeballs.

His snow-white hair, flowing like a Milky Way, now withered and curled strand by strand, the tips stained with specks of scorched black, like ashes left after being burned by the fire of fate.

The seven-colored immortal mist swirling around his body also became turbid and sticky, like spoiled spiritual paste clinging to his robes, blooming with patches of mold.

As for his immortal power, it was the same—now leaking outward along the cracks formed from his wrinkles as strands of black turbid qi; another part flowed backward within his body, and wherever it passed, bone and blood boiled like molten lava.

He spat out a mouthful of black blood mixed with ice crystals; the ancient immortal staggered backward.

He strained to circulate his immortal power, but found that the immortal might which once moved at his thought was now shrouded in layer upon layer of mist; the immortal light gathering at his fingertips actually turned into defeated gray moths, fluttering down to the ground.

And the most deadly pollution came from the depths of his soul.

Countless chaotic memory fragments surged and collided within his sea of consciousness.

This was the storm brought by all the polluted causality and fate.

Everything became twisted, like a scroll smeared with poison powder—wherever the colors were vivid, they turned deadly toxic, stabbing at his soul and spirit.

Causing the veins on his forehead to bulge, and in his ears rang millions of overlapping curses—the backlash from all the thoughts he had devoured in this life.

They had forgotten their oath to seek the Dao in the causal pollution, remembering only the resentment of being devoured and scattered.

Thus, his breath began to decline, gradually seeming as if he were about to fall from immortal to mortal.

It seemed that if one merely gave him a light push now, he would vanish like smoke, and the fire of his life would be completely extinguished.

But… Xu Qing did not step forward; he merely stood in place, calmly watching all of this.

Until a long time later, the ancient immortal slowly raised his head.

"What a masterful inversion and reversal!"

"And though this pollution has clearly formed, you can still restrain it—yet you do not draw near to me…"

The ancient immortal gazed at Xu Qing, his voice hoarse and sandy.

Xu Qing remained calm, speaking lightly.

"Your Principle's beginning is countless; its culmination is infinite—but I do not believe you lack born Principle power.

Yet your Principle… has always been concealed by you."

"Since you are unwilling to reveal it easily, then now—will you use it or not?"

The ancient immortal fell silent.

After a long while, he suddenly laughed.

"I entered the trap with my body, observed your Principle as the extreme of parallels, and also judged your Principle power.

"And you, using force to suppress, wish to observe my Principle."

"But I have a feeling that your observation of my Principle seems merely superficial… you, it seems, are waiting for something."

After the ancient immortal spoke these words, his turbid eyes once again burst forth with brilliant silver light.

"You—what are you waiting for?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing looked at the ancient immortal, his eyes holding a hint of deep meaning.

"You wait for what you wait for; I wait for what I wait for; and time, stands here with me."

The ancient immortal's pupils contracted.