Chapter 385: Descending into the Life Source Star Realm

In short, when it comes to ruthlessness, True Monarch Buyi has never been one to skimp.

It is only because of that mess in the northern lands of the Immortal Sect, where the upper echelons have been unable to pass a resolution, that the Great Cultivators and True Men stationed there have actually been living quite well, occupying all sorts of surplus resources and therefore fervently supporting this True Monarch.

Little do they know that if the situation were to change even slightly, not a single one of those Great Cultivators and True Men would be able to escape! Meng Changqing is taking advantage of this "little do they know" to undermine his foundation...

"Junior Brother Changqing."

True Monarch Buyi appeared before the fenced courtyard, causing the three of them to react differently.

Meng Changqing wore a fake smile, his mind filled with an endless stream of muttered grievances.

Jiang Ying's face turned deathly pale; she shrank back, hiding behind her current leader and reliable companion like a quail.

"After this time, you will change. This pointless cowardice and that fragile Dao heart, the two greatest obstacles blocking your path, will both be wiped away."

True Monarch Buyi did not mind, stating his expectations in a flat, monotone voice.

He had many expectations for Jiang Ying.

But if she were to die on the road to those expectations, then so be it.

He would simply replace her with the next Jiang Ying.

He then looked toward Du En and nodded slightly.

"You always surprise me; perhaps you might even be the better choice."

He expressed no specific expectations and offered no further comment, yet this was his greatest and most sincere expectation.

To this, Du En remained calm, his gaze steady and without ripples.

No matter what others said or did, whether it was a True Monarch or a Supreme, he had always maintained his self, walking his own path, stepping step by step toward the destination he recognized and determined.

Or perhaps, the beginning of a new stretch of road.

Thus, he simply asked: "How will this end?"

"It is very simple; it is nothing more than clearing away the brambles and thorns."

True Monarch Buyi seemed to have answered, yet he also appeared somewhat evasive.

For him, this was quite strange.

Looking at Meng Changqing again, his expression darkened instantly, and his true body could not help but exude obvious hostility and killing intent.

"In other words, how things develop specifically and who the final enemy to be slain will be, still depends on our actions to determine, or rather, to bring into being?"

"That is generally correct."

True Monarch Buyi replied, ignoring his junior brother's killing intent, and glanced instead toward Jiang Ying.

Clearly, there was a possibility that she could become the final boss! This made the person in question feel a tightness in her chest, and she hurriedly looked toward Du En.

Although it should be impossible, looking at these two who seemed like reflections of each other in a mirror, both expressionless, Jiang Ying could not help but think that once they reached the Star Realm, Du En might kill her, the hidden danger, first.

Consequently, he revealed a faint trace of helplessness.

"Do not mistake me for him; he is a true stone-face, while I have fluctuations of emotion and expression, even if they are a bit faint."

That was not just "a bit"!

The others all had the same thought simultaneously, though the emotional fluctuations were different.

"Then, let us begin."

True Monarch Buyi spoke in a flat tone.

He raised his hand, and Meng Changqing's true body did the same.

In a fleeting glimpse, Du En saw two space-time ring-holes appear abruptly, as if they had always been there, composed of Law and Reason, connecting to form the Infinite.

In a trance, his body had already been transported and shifted.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

It sounded like the sound of breathing, like the sound of wind. Du En's primordial spirit vibrated with great magic power, and five layers of brilliance radiated from deep within his physical shell, gradually shaking off the effects of the transport and shifting, and then clearly sensing the situation outside.

Falling! He felt as if he had turned into a point, a drop of rain, a stone, descending and falling, having already arrived at the Life Source Star Realm.

"Child..."

Someone was whispering, someone was calling.

"My child, wake from the darkness of eternal sleep, return from the end of nothingness..."

A gentle, young female voice, carrying hope and blessings for life, as if from a mother, yearningly awaited, reaching the ears of the one being called.

Du En opened his eyes.

All around was pitch-black, decaying, deeply accumulated rotten soil, piling up against his five senses.

Before he knew it, he had arrived at his destination; he had come to the center of the script.

*Pop! * A hand broke through the soil.

The whispering voice held its breath, a gaze of anticipation coming from the void, and then it saw a slender figure rising from the rotten earth.

*Crackle, splash, splash... *

The clods of rotten soil scattered and fled due to his movements, revealing that calm face—not particularly handsome, yet lacking any cold, hard indifference; looking at it, one could only see a kind of softness, a gradual softness.

He was as he had always been, yet he seemed to have become different.

Only those seeing him for the first time would be able to notice that hint of softness now.

Alone, Du En raised his eyes and looked around at the gloomy surroundings, feeling only a sense of déjà vu.

This is underground! "That is correct."

As if able to sense his thoughts, just as a mother knows what her child seeks, that gentle female voice rang out ethereally, resolving his doubt: "This is the resting place of the citizens of the Holy Kingdom, the Holy Mausoleum."

The Holy Mausoleum.

As the name implies, a tomb.

The tomb of a nation's citizens? Du En stood up from the ground, shaking off the rotten soil completely; his gray-green robes, though the outer Wicked Dragon Robe looked plain and dusty, did not look at all like those of someone who had been lying underground for a long time and had just been awakened by a call.

But everything was as it should be, just as the sky must be high and vast, the earth must be silent, and river water naturally flows from high to low.

That female voice did not harbor suspicion; only when Du En finished observing his surroundings and turned his head to look over, staring at the place where the gaze originated, did she softly introduce herself: "I am the Holy Spirit, the mother who awakened you from the lost beyond."

She styled herself as the mother, the Holy Spirit.

As the voice fell, a point of light like a floating lamp emerged from the void, appearing in the depths of this mausoleum, illuminating the surroundings, and finally hovering at Du En's side.

"Apologies, my child, I cannot appear before you right now to personally welcome your awakening."

She appeared very apologetic, yet firmly believed this was the child she had summoned back.

Du En did not mind these things, merely maintaining his silence, seemingly waiting for her to give instructions.

Since this Holy Spirit believed that she was the one who had summoned him back, then clearly, at this moment when she could not meet him in person, she needed him, this "one who has returned from the dead," to do something.

In fact, Du En had already heard strange, faint sounds continuously coming from ahead, from the front of the corridor.

"Look, that stone."

The Holy Spirit guided her newborn, silent child, not finding his wordless behavior strange.

Du En walked over and picked up a stone from the ground.

Or rather, a crystal cluster? It was transparent, looking like a deep purple crystal, glowing faintly in the darkness, and even more lustrous under the light of the Holy Spirit, beautiful and magnificent, yet also dim and murky.

The next few days will have chapters released to see if there are any changes; also, the subsequent plot will be written differently, with Du En being the silent driving force.

(End of this chapter)