Chapter 509: With Me Here, You Will Definitely Give Birth (3K6)

In fact, Shen Yi had no room for choice.

In the eyes of this world, he was a being without birth.

Relying on his stubborn nature and the support of the vast lifespans of demons and monsters, he had finally climbed the heavenly path.

Moreover, because he had truly forged all the heavenly palaces on the path of Returning to Emptiness, with such a thick and solid foundation, he could catch a glimpse of the true forms of the five Immortal Cities, and even see one more Tianmen.

If this were to spread, one did not know whether the other cultivators would be so envious and jealous that their Dao hearts would tremble.

But seeing is seeing.

Possessing such a cultivation ceiling that surpassed all others in Yu Nanhong.

Yet, it was only the first Long Han Dacheng that blocked Shen Yi's path.

This is the Beginning Calamity, called Birth.

The rainbow bridge can be forced through, but one cannot really crash headlong into this Long Han Dacheng; this is merely a phantom city, not some real treasure vault where breaking down the door yields Dao soldiers.

"Then let us try."

Shen Yi took a deep breath and looked at the panel.

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 7.23 million years】

To be honest, if not for this rich harvest, just gathering the lifespan required for these five Wan Yao Dian would have taken an unknown amount of time.

In the next moment, the numbers on it began to change rapidly.

At the same time, a pitch-black color spread from Shen Yi's pupils, gradually occupying the whites of his eyes.

Thus, within his vision, the azure sky previously filled with auspicious clouds and auspicious energy was suddenly swallowed by a black curtain like thin gauze, and the sky quickly became dim and lightless.

Covering his own eyes to obscure the heavenly secrets?

A leaf blocking the view, stealing a bell while covering one's ears.

It sounds somewhat ridiculous.

But under Shen Yi's slightly bewildered gaze, the auspicious beasts on the eaves of those five majestic cities gradually turned into ferocious claw shapes, the immortal energy faded, black mist swept up, and the vermilion gates seemed to be soaked in ink, quickly turning pitch black, like an abyss.

A perfectly fine Immortal City suddenly became menacingly evil.

Five thick columns of black mist shot up to the sky, like rolling thick smoke, obscuring the faint Heavenly Gates behind them.

Until the mist gathered and solidified, transforming into five black thrones of different shapes, which crashed down into the five cities!

Boom!

In an instant, the ink-black color in Shen Yi's eyes quickly faded, returning to a clear black-and-white appearance.

The entire desolate blue sky also became normal again.

The five Immortal Cities remained as towering above the clouds as before, with immortal energy swirling around them.

Only in the instant when Shen Yi held his breath and focused his gaze could one see their gloomy true nature; between opening and closing his eyes, the appearance on the plaques constantly changed, occasionally revealing the characters "Wan Yao Dian".

"So... what is the use of this?"

Shen Yi fell silent; he did not think that changing the appearance of the five Immortal Cities, which only he could see, was worth paying a full five million years of demon lifespan.

That's right, what was condensed this time was one million years for each!

【Remaining Demon Lifespan: 2.23 million years】

【Wan Yao Dian: The true form does not undergo the Heaven and Earth Calamity; a stele is built from dense white bones; endless residual souls enter the cycle of reincarnation to prove my Lord's supreme Dharma.】

"Does not undergo the Heaven and Earth Calamity..."

Shen Yi silently chewed on this sentence, somewhat not understanding why it does not undergo the calamity; is it unwillingness, or fear?

Never mind, the lifespan has been spent; one cannot return empty-handed.

Thinking of this, Shen Yi raised his eyes to look at that Long Han Dacheng, slowly extended his palm, and made a motion of pushing open a door in the void.

In the next moment, the two characters "Long Han" on the plaque quickly transformed into "Wan Yao Dian".

Just as when using the demon origin, the same situation appeared before Shen Yi's eyes, except that instead of fragments of demon thoughts, it was the remaining spirit-sealing stones.

Under his scan, only two spirit-sealing stones opened their eyes.

"..." Ke Shisan glanced at Wu Jun beside him, and the two stared silently at each other for a long time.

Shen Yi roughly understood the meaning of that previous sentence; it should be about selecting a lucky throne to undergo the calamity on his behalf, and as for after successfully undergoing the calamity, it might have some relation to the five thrones he saw earlier.

"Who will go?"

Shen Yi instinctively turned his gaze toward Wu Jun.

After all, with the support of many of his own clan's bloodlines, the strength of this golden-patterned turtle demon had already reached the level of Elder Liu Shiqian who had opened two cities.

In comparison, Ke Shisan was much weaker, and even now only possessed the realm of Returning to Emptiness, twelfth layer.

"My Lord..."

Wu Jun was obviously somewhat excited and wanted to stand up, but as soon as his body moved slightly, he hesitantly sat back down.

As a throne, it did not even fear death, let alone fear anything else.

It was simply lacking confidence.

Undergoing a calamity, especially a heart calamity, tests one's state of mind more than one's strength.

According to common sense, as a great demon of Bai Yujing, its state of mind should definitely be stronger than that of a Returning to Emptiness demon, but it was an exception; its entire strength was forcibly piled up using bloodlines and demon origin.

In terms of essence, the Wu Jun of the past might not necessarily have been superior to Ke Shisan, this dragon's grandson.

"Xuan Jian is willing to help my Lord cross the Birth Calamity."

"If it fails, I shall naturally be destroyed in ten thousand calamities, falling eternally into the cycle of reincarnation without regret."

Ke Shisan finally stood up, bowed with hands clasped; compared to Wu Jun, it was truly bad at speaking, having secretly studied for so long without learning anything, and after struggling for a long time, it could only produce these two sentences.

"Go."

Shen Yi no longer delayed; with a wave of his palm, Ke Shisan's figure crashed into the Long Han Dacheng.

At the same time, the demon lifespan on the panel began to change again.

After all, they are not true living beings; to take a human's place in enduring a heavenly tribulation, they must pay a price.

Fortunately, Shen Yi is now wealthy beyond measure; he has already spent five million years, so he doesn't care about this trifling amount.

The gates of Dacheng opened slightly.

Ke Xuanjian stood with his hands hanging at his sides, his expression solemn as he gazed at the flickering light within the gap.

From pure white spiritual light, it transformed into ethereal blue mist, then gradually shifted into dense purple energy.

"…"

Ke Xuanjian clenched his five fingers tightly.

Heavenly tribulation is used to forge Dao soldiers; to obtain higher-quality Dao soldiers, one must naturally face stronger tribulations.

Given the master's profound foundation, a Hongmeng Dao Soldier is an inevitable outcome.

It had long prepared itself for this.

Just as Ke Xuanjian was about to step forward, its shoulders suddenly trembled violently, and it couldn't help wiping away sweat that wasn't there.

In the sudden contraction of its pupils, a thread of gold appeared quietly within the purple energy—strikingly conspicuous.

Beyond the Hongmeng Dao Soldier, could there be something else?!

Dacheng is only connected to Dao Palaces forged at the early Reversal Void realm.

Shen Yi raised an eyebrow; the Dao Pillar he had used was quite ordinary at the time. This transformation must be tied to Senior Xuanqing's gift.

"My lord… Thirteen is gone."

Ke Shisan frowned, casting a resentful glance at Shen Yi, utterly devoid of the earlier resolve.

It stepped into the great gate, glancing back with every step.

When its entire figure vanished from sight.

Shen Yi's mind suddenly filled with a vast expanse of water; as his gaze sank deeper, violet qi emerged amid emerald waves and green grass, swiftly coiling into a massive egg-like shape.

As the violet qi increased, the giant egg gradually hardened into an unbreakable form.

At that moment, a cryptic golden rune appeared out of nowhere, etched upon it like a seal!

Only now did a faint breath of life begin to stir within the egg.

So weak it seemed a single finger could pierce it.

It was Ke Shisan, who had just vanished.

"…"

Shen Yi fell silent, yet his expression remained unchanged.

He had already said: these demons need only do their best; as for lifespan, he would find a way to resolve it.

Gathering his spirit, Shen Yi accelerated the infusion of demonic lifespan.

A hundred years… a thousand years… ten thousand years…

Ke Shisan, crouched within the dragon egg, forcibly grew to adulthood, its cultivation surging rapidly.

Under the nourishment of the violet qi, it was no longer the grotesque, spiky creature it once was, but had become a golden-scaled dragon with towering horns, its sharp claws and fangs repeatedly slamming against the giant egg.

After receiving the blessing of demonic essence, how could it be unable to endure this passage of time?

Moreover, Ke Shisan had assisted Shen Yi in refining countless techniques; its patience far surpassed that of ordinary beings.

Its earlier agitation stemmed from seeing no hope whatsoever.

Now, as an adult facing this dragon egg, it seemed no different from the faint life force it had been moments ago.

"I fucking! Give! Birth!"

Ke Shisan exhausted itself over and over, its voice shifting from a powerful roar to a pitiful wail.

It exhaled as if begging: "I… I can't give birth…"

Even with Ke Shisan's experience, the trial of this birth tribulation had planted a deep sense of death within its heart.

This shows just how difficult this barrier is to cross.

"…"

Shen Yi raised his eyebrow slightly; with him present, how could it fail to give birth?

He slightly raised his palm, pouring in another three hundred thousand years of demonic lifespan—totaling nearly 480,000 years consumed.

Such an immense span of time, within this monotonous environment, nearly shattered Ke Shisan's sanity, driving it back into madness.

"Roar!"

Listening to the piercing dragon cry beside him, Shen Yi paused a moment, then said calmly: "Since you're idle, why not relax?"

"…"

Hearing the word "relax," Ke Shisan recalled something unpleasant, and its mind instantly cleared.

Its claws and fangs grew harder and sharper; its scales thickened further.

Even a Yellow Poisonous Dragon could not, without food or drink, reach a terrifying realm merely through the accumulation of time.

But at least, its demonic body had grown to the absolute limit of its bloodline.

And the dragon egg finally showed signs of cracking.

The golden rune exploded into powder; the sound of cracking—crack, crack—resounded through Shen Yi's mind.

"My lord, what is birth?!"

Shen Yi heard Ke Shisan's question, and memories flooded his thoughts—all the most perilous moments of his life.

For instance, the single blade he had relied upon when first meeting the dog demon.

Or the Yidao blade driven into the heart of the dragon outside Qingfeng Mountain.

And… the Qianyuan blade that protected his spirit when facing the Howling Moon Wolf King.

Shen Yi opened his eyes and reached out toward the empty air.

His figure suddenly hung suspended above the Wucheng.

Within the Long Han Great City, purple qi soared upward, gathering in his palm; a wisp of Jin Guang flickered within, exuding a majesty that chilled the bone.

A slender ink-black blade, carrying a cold touch, was slowly clenched by those five slender fingers.

A Hongmeng Heavenly Soldier? Perhaps it should have a different name.

Shen Yi glanced at the pitch-black blade body, where a fine golden thread gradually spread, forming the obscure patterns previously seen on the dragon egg, like golden flowers blooming along the blade's spine.

He suddenly wanted to give this blade a name; the previous one was called Erhei, so this one...

Just then, a dragon roar suddenly exploding below interrupted Shen Yi's thoughts, causing him to instinctively lower his gaze and look down.

Roar—

Accompanied by the dragon roar, an ancient yellow dragon was seen darting out from the Great City; amidst swirling black mist, these Xiancheng finally revealed their originally sinister and imposing nature.

It instantly landed upon that grotesque throne, transforming into a half-dragon, half-human form, its twin claws gripping the armrests as it looked down upon the Wan Yao East Hall, once again becoming a stone statue.

【East Hall Master: Huang Long Ke Xuanjian】

"Pay homage to my Lord!"

The deep voice resonated across the sky, disregarding the Bai Yujing Xiancheng, disregarding the Tianmen behind.

Surrounded by the five pitch-black, gloomy Wan Yao Dian.

It seemed that only that figure in the ink robe hanging suspended in the sky was the true heaven and earth in their hearts.

"..."

Shen Yi's spirit stirred slightly; he tried it out a bit.

He discovered that although his appearance had changed, Ke Shisan was essentially still a Stabilizing Stone; what he could do before, he seemed able to do now, and his power had increased by an unknown magnitude, with some additional uses as well.

Thinking of this, he slowly turned his gaze toward Wu Jun elsewhere: "How about you try it too?"

Hearing that extremely tempting voice.

Wu Jun swallowed hard; looking at the majestic Ke Shisan, he admitted he seemed somewhat tempted.

(End of this chapter)