Chapter 366: The Purple Micro Star Lord Is Descending

Starlight stretched endlessly, radiating brilliance to the heavens.

The people of the Song and Jin kingdoms looked up, seeing the sky—stars vanished, the Big Dipper fixed like nails in the heavens, its stars blazing like a great ladle. The common folk, unaware of the meaning, bowed and burned incense, praying for divine protection.

Wang Daoling gazed at the seven stars above, the pillar of light piercing heaven, the layered stellar power, and Gu Qing holding the divine incantation within it—all of it brought him a sense of release.

Gu Qing's incantation was indeed powerful, but what struck Wang Daoling most was the manifest glory of the Big Dipper behind him.

The Seven Stars of the Big Dipper are celestial nobles, dividing yin and yang, establishing the seasons, holding the highest rank in the Heavenly Court. For a toad spirit, their manifestation of divine power was a blessing of three lifetimes.

You use this to test a demon?

What demon could withstand such a test?

A mere toad spirit like him… somehow caused the Seven Star Lords to manifest their divine power…

My life is given!

Wang Daoling offered no resistance, not even the will to resist—he let Gu Qing guide the starlight into a blade of light, piercing through his entire body.

If the Big Dipper has appeared, Wang Daoling can accept defeat!

The Big Dipper governs life—this Ningning blade of qi did not reduce Wang Daoling to ashes or scatter his soul. Instead, after his body shattered, it preserved his spirit. Wang Daoling watched his own form crumble, while the sword qi capable of overturning Lin'an City dissolved into scattered starlight, like fireflies drifting in the sky, like glass and ice adorning every street, dreamlike and illusory.

What a beautiful mortal world.

Wang Daoling did not look back—he went straight to the Underworld to be reborn.

I love this mortal world. Does it love me?

For the Big Dipper to judge a lowly toad spirit was enough to cement Wang Daoling's heart in cement—he now thought only of reincarnation.

Night wind brushed past, carrying faint fragrance.

Gu Qing appeared on the street. Xiao Qing bounced over to his side, glancing at him with bright eyes, while Bai Suzhen stood aside, gazing at the brilliant night scene along the long avenue, watching the starlight like frozen ice vanish in an instant—her heart finally lifted a heavy burden.

"I've shed one karmic trial."

Bai Suzhen calculated with her fingers. After Wang Daoling's death, the heavenly fate became clear—she realized then that the conflict she had with Wang Daoling three hundred years ago was also a karmic trial destined for her.

Now that Gu Qing has slain Wang Daoling, this trial is ended.

"That move of yours is pretty good."

Xiao Qing praised from beside him.

"It's the Big Dipper Star Lords who are powerful."

Gu Qing replied humbly.

This Seven-Star Sword Form was indeed extraordinary in the World of Zhuxian, but the power just displayed came mostly from the support of the Big Dipper Star Lords. Gu Qing merely guided the positioning—the rest of the cost was borne entirely by the Seven Stars.

Just now, Gu Qing felt the boundless power within the Big Dipper—had the Seven Star Lords been willing to empower him, he could have single-handedly killed Fahai.

This Seven-Star Sword Form resembles the Old King's "Excalibur" in the Type-Moon world: once recognized, the "seal" is lifted, revealing absolute power.

Bai Suzhen walked beside Gu Qing, watching him and Xiao Qing laugh and chat, and softly said: "Gu Qing, thank you."

Gu Qing turned to look at Bai Suzhen, her expression gentle, and smiled lightly.

"Xu Xian saved my life."

Bai Suzhen said softly: "So I will seek a child for him, to glorify his lineage and repay that ancient debt. Gu Qing, you killed Wang Daoling for me, and now you stand against Fahai to resolve our old grudge… How can I ever repay such kindness?"

The karmic trial was gone, yet the debt still weighed on Bai Suzhen's heart.

"Give me a child too."

Gu Qing said casually.

Having cultivated the Sun True Scripture, Gu Qing wished to become Hangzhou's sun—letting kindness compound endlessly, binding Bai Suzhen to his side forever, to ascend together as immortals.

Upon hearing the request for a child, Bai Suzhen paused slightly, then her cheeks flushed faintly.

Gu Qing strolled forward, admiring Hangzhou's star-drenched night—this scene, dreamlike and illusory, fleeting as mist. Gu Qing, Bai Suzhen, and Xiao Qing gazed around freely, savoring it. Many citizens in Hangzhou had not yet slept; they opened their windows, unable to distinguish dream from reality, simply marveling. But as the scattered starlight drifted away, a quiet sorrow stirred in their hearts.

In Lingyin Temple.

Fahai stared at the celestial phenomenon, then at the golden bowl before him. He sighed with relief—and drew a breath of tension. On one hand, he believed that in this clash between Gu Qing and Wang Daoling, Wang had drawn out something from Gu Qing, giving Fahai time to prepare for the duel on the fourteenth of April.

On the other hand, Gu Qing had the Star Lords behind him—this duel on the fourteenth would likely involve far more than either of them.

"Amitabha."

Fahai clasped the golden bowl and bowed before the Buddha statue before him.

"Disciple Fahai, devoted for a thousand years, repaired Jinshan Temple…"

Fahai silently prayed, hoping that when that day came, the Buddha would stand behind him, balancing the divine forces.

In Lin'an, the Imperial Palace.

Zhao Gou awoke in his sleep, standing in the palace, watching the Big Dipper shine exceptionally bright while all other stars vanished—his heart filled with inexplicable unease.

"Summon Master Zhang!"

Zhao Gou ordered.

The Zhang family of Tian Shi had ties to the Heavenly Court, and had long been honored by the imperial house. Soon after Zhao Gou's decree, the thirtieth-generation Tian Shi, Zhang Jixian, hurried in and bowed before Zhao Gou.

"What is the meaning of this celestial sign?"

Zhao Gou asked.

Since Dong Zhongshu of the Han dynasty, the theory of celestial portents had held that heavenly omens and earthly disasters were caused by the ruler's moral deficiency. In this world of immortals and gods, the resonance between heaven and humanity was common—this anomalous sky demanded interpretation.

Zhang Jixian studied the heavens, already having an idea—but the matter was too grave to speak plainly. He set up an altar within the palace, holding talismans, chanting incantations, then burned his written petition, sending it to the Heavenly Court via celestial messengers.

Thus passed nearly a night. At dawn, Zhang Jixian finally received the Heavenly Court's reply.

"Your Majesty."

Zhang Jixian reported to Zhao Gou: "The Big Dipper shines constantly because the Purple Micro Star Lord is descending to the mortal realm."

At these words, Zhao Gou's face changed instantly—he shoved the table, sending cups, plates, and books crashing to the floor, then leapt to his feet, pale as death.

The Purple Micro Star is the Emperor Star.

What it meant for the Emperor Star to descend needed no explanation.

"Master Zhang—is this true?"

Zhao Gou clenched his fists, lips pressed tight, eyes locked on Zhang Jixian.

"Your Majesty."

Zhang Jixian bowed forward: "To you, this descent of the Purple Micro Star Lord may seem a misfortune. But consider the good: perhaps the Purple Micro Star Lord has been reborn into your own imperial family."

Of course…

Zhao Gou sat down. He had no children yet.

Since arriving in Hangzhou, he had worshipped the gods with utmost sincerity—perhaps the immortals had answered his prayers…

(End of Chapter)