Chapter 512: Transmuting the World, the Young Master Secludes Again

Primordial Immortal Realm, Great World of Ten Thousand Herbs.

Here, it is still a realm of peace.

Since the Dan Fire Sect was purged, the entire world has, under the governance of those flora armies, blossomed with unprecedented vitality.

Countless spiritual medicinal immortal herbs, nourished by the dense breath of life, grow wildly.

However, on this very day.

All living beings in the world simultaneously feel a summons from the depths of their souls.

They, in unison, lift their heads and look toward the Heavenly Dome.

Behold, that azure sky is torn open by an invisible force, a massive fissure that spans the entire world.

Beyond the fissure is not a cold cosmic void.

But a Divine Realm radiating seven‑colored sunrise light, filled with endless life essence!

Countless seven‑colored roots, thicker than mountains, emerge from the fissure, like a mother's gentle arms, softly enveloping the entire Great World of Ten Thousand Herbs.

The Great World of Ten Thousand Herbs does not resist.

Or rather, it actively welcomes it.

Because, from those seven‑colored roots, it senses the aura of its former master—the Lord of Ten Thousand Herbs.

And also a grander, higher primordial divine might that instinctively compels it to submit.

Boom—

The entire Great World of Ten Thousand Herbs begins to quake violently.

It is being forcibly stripped away by an irresistible great force from the cosmic coordinates of the Primordial Immortal Realm!

This process is destined to be long.

Within Gu Yuan's inner world.

He sits cross‑legged in silence, devoting all his mind and spirit to controlling the relocation of this world.

He must ensure the entire process is flawless.

…

Time drifts slowly.

The Gu Family Divine Island regains its calm.

The Young Master has entered seclusion again.

All members of the Gu family have grown accustomed to this.

Each time the Young Master emerges from seclusion, he brings earth‑shaking changes to the family.

This time is surely no exception.

Thus, after each received a Hong Meng Creation Immortal Pill, almost all core members of the Gu family chose to follow the Young Master's footsteps into deep seclusion.

The vast Gu Family Divine Island, for a moment, seemed rather desolate.

Only a handful did not enter seclusion.

For example, Gu Cangsheng.

At his current realm.

Seclusion no longer has much effect.

Either wait for his grandson to bring better treasures.

Or achieve ultimate refinement in battle, then… be reborn through death!

At this moment he still wears the garb of an old farmer, hands in his pockets, bearing a Chaotic Immortal Bell, strolling the Divine Island.

Occasionally he checks Gu Xuan Ce's progress on upgrading the Mountain Guard Great Array, pointing at the diagram so intricate it makes even the Immortal King's scalp tingle, and mutters "flashy nonsense."

Sometimes he watches the juniors who have just broken through to True Immortal, consolidating their realms, and kicks an unstable aura fellow into a pool of Hong Meng Dao Qi, calling him "useless."

In his words, "When there's no adult watching over the house, it never feels secure."

That day, he wandered to the Hall of Eternal Life.

Inside, the newly appointed Guardian Elder Gu Gong stands upright at the center of the hall, like an unchanging statue of eternity.

He has now fully merged with the Immortal King Artifact, becoming part of the Divine Island's Guard Great Array, responsible for monitoring every ripple of wind inside and outside the island.

"I say, Old Gong."

Gu Cangsheng plops onto the main seat, pulls a handful of sunflower seeds from his sleeve, and begins cracking them.

"Old Ancestor."

Gu Gong turns, bows slightly toward Gu Cangsheng.

Though now a spirit of the Immortal King Artifact, he still shows ample respect before this unfathomable Old Ancestor.

"You were once a guardian of the Immortal Court, well‑versed and experienced."

Gu Cangsheng spits out a shell and asks,

"Tell me, my grandson has opened one hundred twenty‑three celestial veins; what rank does that hold in your Immortal Court?"

Gu Gong hears this, and his eyes, burning with golden‑red flame, flicker intensely.

He remains silent for a long while, then replies in an exceedingly solemn tone.

"Old Ancestor, in the several epochs of Immortal Court history, anyone who has opened more than a hundred celestial veins has been a once‑in‑eons rarity, each becoming a dominant Immortal King who subdues a region."

"And one who opens one hundred twenty‑three veins…"

Gu Gong's voice pauses, "According to records, only the Immortal Emperor has done so."

"Oh?" Gu Cangsheng raises an eyebrow, "So you're saying my grandson has the makings of an Immortal Emperor?"

"I dare not speak presumptively." Gu Gong lowers his head further, "But the Young Master's talent is truly unparalleled in my lifetime; even compared with the Immortal Emperor in his youth, it is… not far behind."

"Hahaha!" Gu Cangsheng laughs triumphantly, his laughter causing the entire Hall of Eternal Life to buzz.

"That's natural! Can't you see whose grandson he is!"

He laughed for a moment, then seemed to recall something, and his smile tightened a bit.

"By the way, you told my grandson that the Celestial Court's downfall was because of something called pollution?"

"Not entirely. More likely, the Celestial Emperor led the Celestial Court's main force on an expedition to the Ruins of the Boundary Sea to confront the source of pollution, and ultimately... disappeared."

"Hey, don't bring that up."

Gu Cangsheng waved his hand.

Disappeared?

Isn't that just death?

"Lao Gong, you've followed the Celestial Court for so long, how can you still be so naive?"

Gu Gong lowered his head even further, not daring to speak.

"At the Celestial Emperor's level, what does 'disappeared' even mean?"

Gu Cangsheng said leisurely, "There are only two possibilities that could make a being like him vanish."

He raised a finger: "First, he lost and was swallowed by that so‑called source of pollution."

He lifted a second finger, his gaze turning playful: "Second, he didn't lose, but he didn't win either. He may have... voluntarily become part of that pollution."

Gu Gong jerked his head up, his eyes blazing with golden‑red flames, filled with incredulous horror.

The Celestial Emperor... voluntarily embracing pollution? How could that be possible!

"Nothing is impossible."

Gu Cangsheng seemed to see through his thoughts, speaking in a flat tone as if recounting a trivial household matter,

"That group called Now Faction: Zang Tian Ge—what's their core doctrine again? Eradicate the source, right?"

"One seeks to eradicate the source, the other is polluted."

Gu Cangsheng stood, hands behind his back, paced to the hall's entrance, and gazed at the Divine Island outside, shrouded in Term: Hong Meng Dao Qi.

"Don't you think that's too coincidental? It's like... someone placing stones on both ends of a board at the same time. One end is blocked dead, the other... offers a temptation enough to sway even the Celestial Emperor."

Gu Gong felt a chill surge from deep within his spirit; he had never considered the truth behind the Celestial Court's downfall from this angle.

"The old ancestor means... the Celestial Emperor's disappearance and that Now Faction: Zang Tian Ge..."

"I have no particular meaning, and it might not even be Now Faction: Zang Tian Ge," Gu Cangsheng waved his hand, cutting him off, "I'm just an old fool, idly musing about nothing."

He paused briefly, a cold curve forming at the corner of his mouth.

"But, regardless of who sits behind that board, daring to set their scheme against my Gu Family..."

"I'll flip his table, then use a bell to crush him, body and soul, into a grandson."