Chapter 272: Reunion with an Old Friend

Although not deliberately targeted, this spell that can affect someone across worlds is quite fascinating.

Ju Chang turned around, and the world before her suddenly doubled; the next moment, like shattering polar ice, the ancient, glorious immortal palace split in two—every immortal, decoration, and furnishing.

The only difference was that in the other world, her belly was swollen, as if she had been pregnant for ten months, yet her eyes were hollow, devoid of any spirit, as if she felt no pain from childbirth.

"An exceptionally ingenious spell structure and runes."

Unfortunately, there is currently no way to decipher its core.

As her gaze sharpened, the other world lost its color, becoming like an aged photograph.

For now, make a backup.

Study it further when the opportunity arises.

"Wu Xian, go to the Lüye World and deliver this information to them."

"Yes."

Not only the Huan Yu Realm was paying attention to that world; its powerful gravitational pull had long ago gathered and attracted countless worlds, intentionally or not.

If her establishment of the array triggered the death of Taiqing Immortal Emperor, then she must also confirm whether the ruler of the Lüye World has also perished; otherwise, He should be deeply interested in the existence of "God," for this one had once expressed a desire to explore that realm.

Copy. Penglai World

At the entrance of the bronze gate, within a small mountain village.

"You unscrupulous scholar, this Taoist has been struck down! Am I really going to give birth… Aaaah!" Duan De's already fat belly swelled further; all his methods failed to protect him: "I'm a man!"

"Wang! Great Emperor… I've shamed you! This Emperor's lifelong reputation—never thought someone would even target a male dog!" Heihuang wailed, collapsing to the ground: "Ye Fan! That kid and the loach definitely know something! Bastards, aaaaah, it hurts so much!! Dogs give birth to over a dozen pups at once!"

What do you mean you have diarrhea? What could the Ancient Holy Body possibly eat to get diarrhea?!?! And you dragged Pang Bo and Xiao Nannan into this?!

"Pizi Long, I'm going to roast you as dragon meat, aaaaah!!" Chen Nan lay sprawled in a corner of the Bronze Divine Palace, his face twisted in agony, barely able to breathe; his belly, as large as a watermelon, stretched his clothes taut: "Mother, Chen Nan misses you, aaaaah!"

"Brother, you're not talking about me, are you? I just like playing games, ow, but I'm not a ruffian!" A grizzled old dragon, eyebrows drooping, wearing a yellow hard hat, shouted: "Yejiajia! Don't hide—let me see you and your brother-in-law!"

"Look at your father!" came a sharp feminine cry from behind the bronze stone pillar.

Inside a simple, elegant chamber.

"Master Yao, can we still brew an abortion pill in time?" Master Yao lay beside a pill furnace, with Jiang Ziyan and several other senior alchemists beside him.

After learning that a top-tier alchemist existed in the simulation universe, and with the elder's permission, he invited all the alchemy masters he knew.

It was supposed to be a joyful exchange—exchanging pill formulas, trading precious herb seeds—why did this happen?

"Don't ask me—I just want to be quiet now."

"Who is Jingjing?"

"Heh."

The entire world plunged into chaos; the sun shone round and bright over Penglai, some rejoiced, others grieved.

Among those who were already corpses with shattered Dao, a few rare ones briefly entertained the idea that leaving behind an heir wasn't so bad; others, enduring excruciating pain, flew toward the "culprit" to physically destroy the spell—only to be slapped to the ground and forced to experience motherhood.

"Stay humble and calm. Look, that young friend with green hair is quite admirable." The Confucian Sage pointed to Jiangmo Dasheng, kneeling on one knee, gripping Hupuyuan tightly, enduring agonizing pain without a sound: "You should take him as your example."

"Ugh!" Xiao Xiong glared fiercely upward: "Nothing worth making a fuss over."

"Excellent." The Confucian Sage was highly satisfied: "I observe your killing intent is heavy, yet you are not a senseless killer. I shall teach you the 'Gentleman Nurtures Nature' method—cultivate your character; use your killing intent only when truly needed."

Only after an hour did the pain of childbirth vanish along with the swollen bellies.

"Who are you? You're not Kuangdao Sanlang?!" Su Qiqi shouted at the Confucian Sage.

The Confucian Sage slowly spoke: "Pregnancy is painful. Childbirth is painful. This grace and emotion will be remembered for three lifetimes."

"Kuangdao Sanlang? Heh." The Confucian Sage smiled, a blue-haired figure flashing in his mind—he regretted not seeing the one here: "Who awakens first from the great dream? I alone know my own life. I am truly not Kuangdao Sanlang."

"You're alive?! You're Kuangdao Sanlang!" A familiar voice came from behind.

The Confucian Sage turned in shock: a man and woman stood there—the man, white-haired with black eyes, clad in a robe, holding a fly whisk, smiling as he vanished from sight; along with him, all others present vanished too.

The woman remained unchanged from countless years ago—her ocean-blue straight hair fell to her calves, cascading behind her, her long, dense blue eyelashes; no matter when, in his eyes, she was brighter than the moon in heaven.

A thousand searches, ten thousand turns—suddenly turning back, there she was, where lanterns dimmed.

Long after.

When Kuang Dao Sanlang jolted awake from sleep, he'd been listening to some idiot babbling endlessly in his dream—his ears were nearly calloused—what was all that?

【"When I was young, all my relatives and neighbors loved me. By age three, I had read a hundred books. By age five, every book in this world was stored in my mind. That year, I believed I had mastered all knowledge under heaven!"】

Basically, he was bragging about how brilliant he was at studying.

Then came more: two months to Second Rank, one year to Third Rank.

Meaning he was also insanely gifted in cultivation.

Then he went on about how he roamed the world, dominating his era!

Enough, enough! You're awesome, alright?!

Kuang Dao Sanlang had never met such a boastful fool—if he hadn't been normally respectful to elders, he'd have punched him in the face long ago.

Too arrogant—even more arrogant than Kuang Dao Sanlang himself!

Finally, after listening to his exploits for who-knew-how-long and watching fleeting glimpses of scenes, the figure of Yunquezi from the Xuan Nü Sect suddenly appeared before him—the very one who specialized in reckless acts, whom even he avoided.

"You're awake. The surgery was successful. Mother and child are safe."

Kuang Dao Sanlang shot upright from the ground, glancing around—he recognized the Wangshu Pavilion, its shelves stacked with ancient texts and secret manuals.

Nearby, beside a dark square table, two wooden chairs stood; on the table, two teacups still steamed.

"Mr. Guangming… no, Master Su Lin?!"

The one who had spoken was none other than the official G of the Reckless Universe—the man Kuang Dao Sanlang deeply thanked, whose simulation universe had freed him from constraints and let him become his truest self.

"Was I eliminated?" Kuang Dao Sanlang suddenly realized—he must have lost his final life. Though disappointed, he also sighed in relief; at least he wasn't trapped in that sluggish space by those cruel bastards.

Su Lin's left eye glowed with a strange light, then instantly dimmed—he suppressed the urge to test it on the creator. Later… wasn't he usually not this reckless?

"Celebrate!" Su Lin clapped his hands and tossed a talisman toward Kuang Dao Sanlang: "As the one-hundred-thousandth player revived in the simulation universe, you've drawn the chance to try again—and received a Heavenly Dao artifact usable infinitely here, but only once outside."

"Your lost equipment has been refreshed, brave cultivator—return to Penglai World and create miracles."

Su Lin opened a vortex portal behind Kuang Dao Sanlang.

Hearing this, Kuang Dao Sanlang's heart pounded wildly; he snatched up the rune that had reappeared yesterday and charged toward the portal, leaping in as he shouted: "Senior! I love you so much!"

Fuck, this was the first time in my life someone confessed to me—and it was a giant monkey.

Su Lin silently changed the portal's destination to the Forbidden Magic Abyss and set its altitude to ten thousand meters.

After finishing this, Su Lin reverted to his usual attire and walked behind a landscape screen positioned behind several bookshelves.

"Who'd have thought, you bastard, you actually did something useful?" Ye Fan said with a teasing smirk.

"You're the bastard," Su Lin replied with a cold, humorless smile. "Capital Ye, your moment to show off is coming—get into the dungeon."

Zhongli smiled faintly. "This must be what they call coincidence—no one expected Kuang Dao Sanlang to accidentally revert to being a Confucian Sage."

Kleen stared blankly, shifted his gaze to the pastries on the table, picked one up, and stood to leave: "I have something to attend to—excuse me."

"I'll head home first," Weigong Shilang said, rising and waving. He'd only come to set up scene props.

"Those who need to work, get to work; those who need to enter the dungeon, go in; those who need to be the boss, be the boss—I'm out too. Oh, anyone want to help me test this locket?" Before Su Lin finished speaking, only a few people remained behind the screen.

"I don't mind," Hanyue of Penglai smiled slightly. "A trial wouldn't hurt—but Master Su, you'll be responsible for the full duration, right?"

"Try using it on me and I'll kill you," Yi Leina said, her eyes curled into crescents, light and playful.

"I'm under one year old," Xing said warily. "This behavior violates interstellar law."

Su Lin's lip twitched as he turned to the other two mature, reliable men.

"The spiritual plants on Water Mirror Peak need replenishing with spiritual fluid," Han Li rose and left.

Zhongli shook his head. "I must enter the Mystical Realm created by the God of Time and Space to familiarize myself with the techniques gifted by the Confucian Sage."

Fine, I'll just pretend to be a great Confucian master inside the dungeon and open a public lecture on "Filial Piety" in the Mystical Realm.

Qu Yanping jolted awake from sleep, drenched in cold sweat; he hurriedly patted his abdomen.

Flat. Not pregnant.

This wasn't the first time he'd woken from a dream about last month's events—his opponent's methods were even more demonic than his own as a demonic cultivator.

At first, the labor pains were agonizing but bearable; but after a few minutes, they doubled in intensity.

No, it wasn't just doubled.

It felt as if he'd grown a second belly, enduring two layers of pain simultaneously.

Now he realized—the people of the Yuzhe Sect were truly monsters. They all wore strange smiles, showing no sign of pain, though this agony couldn't be blocked—even if his soul left his body, he'd still feel it.

Though he gained insight, listening to the great ones…

He straightened his clothes, rose from bed, poured himself a cup of spiritual spring water, and walked to the windowsill to open the window.

Countless starlight cascaded down; the golden moon flowed with lunar radiance like a waterfall. This modest city drew in the starlight, breathing it in as if alive—everything, including himself, absorbed stellar light ceaselessly.

Is this the Immortal Realm?

Only the Immortal Realm could be like this.

Even a fortune-teller you meet on the street is an immortal; every vendor is an immortal; three out of ten passersby are immortals or deities.

Opportunities abound here; cultivation advances at a geometric rate compared to before—but Qu Yanping felt no joy, only a deep, lingering strangeness.

Clearly

This place should be a blood-soaked, corpse-strewn hell.

Yet after weeks of investigation, they'd seen none of those scenes here—no trace at all of the two beings involved.

Could it be that the visions weren't from Penglai at all? Then how to explain the blood moon in Eden?

Since entering this world, his mind had grown clearer; he'd never casually used his Heavenly Eye ability, maintaining caution toward everyone and everything, terrified of accidentally provoking something unspeakably terrifying.

Thump-thump!

"Master Qu, are you in?" Father 【Amon】's voice came from outside: "I have good news to tell you."

"Come in," Qu Yanping removed the sealing runes on his door.

Father 【Amon】 entered with a smile. "We've found out where Mr. Gao Sheng is."

"Really?!" Qu Yanping feigned excitement, stepping forward urgently: "Is Brother Gao unharmed? That's wonderful! Where is he?"

"You might not believe it," Father 【Amon】 adjusted his monocle. "He's at the Kongyun Sect."

"The Kongyun Sect?" Qu Yanping blinked. "He didn't come in?"

"No—I mean, there's a Kongyun Sect here too," Father 【Amon】 dropped his smile, speaking solemnly. "The people inside are identical to those outside."

Three days later, a hundred thousand li away, in a vast mountain where ancient trees towered and thick vines sprawled.

Qu Yanping saw Gao Sheng, his arms intact, standing at the gate of a courtyard with blue bricks and white tiles. His eyes held age, yet lit with clear excitement upon seeing Qu Yanping.

"Brother Gao?" Qu Yanping ventured. He was stunned—Gao Sheng's aura radiated an unfathomable, righteous power.

"Years have passed, Brother Qu! Long time no see!" Gao Sheng stepped forward and embraced Qu Yanping tightly.

"Brother Gao!" Qu Yanping's eyes welled with tears. "You're alive—you're alive! That's wonderful!"

The two, like old friends reunited after years apart, still cherished each other deeply.

"Brother Gao!" Qu Yanping dropped to his knees, bowing respectfully: "You risked your life to save me—allow me to pay my deepest respects!"

Thud.

Qu Yanping's head struck the ground with a crisp sound.

Though it was an act, he was puzzled—given Gao Sheng's nature, he'd expected him to stop him from bowing.

(End of Chapter)