[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-679":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: I Forge the Dao Across Multiverses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2346117,4584,"Chapter 679: An Unorthodox Pangu: One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones! Luo Fu","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-679",679,"\u003Cp>Jia Jing paid no heed to Jia Baoyu’s words, directly addressing Jia Mu: “Auntie, we no longer have the authority to decide what to do with Hua’s maid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu blinked in surprise. “That Hua maid was sold to our Jia household—surely we still have the right to dispose of her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jing let out a bitter laugh. “Had we acted before Prince Zhao entered the city, we could have dealt with her outright. But now that Prince Zhao has entered, we dare not do so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a peeress of the Qing Dynasty’s highest rank, Jia Mu instantly grasped the implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu sighed. “Indeed, times have changed. Bind that Hua maid and deliver her swiftly to the palace for Prince Zhao to handle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, Jia Mu turned to her senior maid, Jin Yuanyang. “Yuanyang, go bring Xi Ren.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Ren had served in the mansion for years; now, hearing her masters speak so casually of binding her and sending her to the palace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>even Jin Yuanyang felt a pang of sorrow—yet all she could do was obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Jia Baoyu, who had just moments ago mustered some courage, now wished to shrink his head into his trousers, pretending he heard nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In barely the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Jin Yuanyang returned, pale-faced: “Ancestress… Xi Ren… she hanged herself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Jia Jing’s face flushed crimson with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he had said earlier, had the Jia household dealt with Xi Ren before Luo Fu entered the city, they might have left even a faint impression of prudence before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that Luo Fu had entered, what did killing Xi Ren accomplish? Was it deliberate provocation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hua family, once emboldened by Rongguo Mansion’s power, had nearly driven Luo Fu to ruin—his family destroyed, his life unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under Luo Fu’s complete dominion, sending Xi Ren to him was the Jia household’s only path—to let him exact vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Xi Ren chose to hang herself now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the Jia household had no hand in it, would Luo Fu believe them? Could he not suspect this was a deliberate insult from a family desperate to obstruct him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Baoyu, who had always claimed to love flowers, now uttered not a single word upon hearing of Xi Ren’s suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once, Jia Mu made a correct decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden insight flashed through her mind: “Who else knows Xi Ren hanged herself?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Yuanyang trembled as she knelt. “Only I… and Qing Wen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go, fetch Qing Wen at once,” Jia Mu ordered the others, then turned her piercing gaze to Jin Yuanyang. “Yuanyang, Itachi’ve served me so long. Now that the Jia mansion is collapsing, this is all I can do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ancestress!” Jin Yuanyang burst into tears, sensing what was coming. “Ancestress, spare me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu’s face was cold, poised to decide Jin Yuanyang’s fate—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>when the old nurse who had been sent to find Qing Wen appeared before them, dragging a slender girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lead nurse said: “Madam, we caught Qing Wen right at the second gate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qing Wen’s ashen face, her panicked state, Jia Jing’s eyes lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie,” Jia Jing leaned close, lowering his voice. “How many in the household knew that Hua’s maid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu frowned. “After Xi Ren was sold to us, she first served me, then was assigned to Xiangyun, and later sent to Baoyu. Those who knew her…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly froze, eyes widening as she stared at Jia Jing. “Jing’er… Itachi mean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jing smiled faintly. “Auntie, I believe this girl is the real Hua maid.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he casually pointed at Qing Wen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments ago, upon hearing Xi Ren had hanged herself, Jia Jing had felt utterly hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, seeing Qing Wen’s face, a reckless idea flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Wen was unquestionably among the most striking maids in Ningguo and Rongguo Mansions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than that—she was not the demure, conventional beauty of this age, but one of seductive allure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xi Ren had been sold into the Jia household as a child; aside from the Hua family, now wiped out by Luo Fu, only the Jia household knew her origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Qing Wen’s appearance, if she impersonated Xi Ren, the Jia household might turn disaster into fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Qing Wen’s life or death—Jia Jing gave it not a single thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this feudal age, there was no such thing as human rights. Qing Wen had signed a lifetime indenture, sold into slavery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she vanished mysteriously within the mansion, the Jia household owed no explanation to anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Substituting Qing Wen for Xi Ren posed virtually no risk to the Jia household, already teetering on collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if they failed this crisis, the Jia household might not survive at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu quickly understood Jia Jing’s intent. After a moment’s hesitation, she said: “Jing’er, if this is exposed, it’s a capital crime.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Jing smiled. “Auntie, didn’t the household’s servant contracts burn down recently? We, the masters, can’t even tell who belonged to the Hua family. Why not send all suspicious maids to the palace? What do Itachi think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now Jia Mu fully grasped his meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to shove several maids into the palace at once—let Prince Luo Fu take his vengeance on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those sent to the palace would surely perish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that was no longer Jia Mu’s concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Jia Mu and Jia Jing both decided, the mansion’s most beautiful, clean maids were swiftly bundled and sent to the imperial palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, within the palace, Luo Fu had no interest in collecting golden hairpins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by his top military and civil officials, Luo Fu entered the palace and gathered immediately in Qianqing Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As lord of the Luotian Army and already crowned king, Luo Fu took his seat upon the dragon throne with calm authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant he sat down—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a silent, earth-shaking tremor rippled through Heaven, Earth, and Humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Heaven, a divine sovereign, forged from incense and worship, silently replaced the former Heavenly Emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Underworld, the Yin Emperor was replaced by a new Yin deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu felt his consciousness split into three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Heaven, a figure resembling Luo Fu, yet radiating divinity, appeared. Countless Dao and principles rushed toward it like swallows returning home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Infinite holiness swelled upon this figure. All Heaven’s deities, the moment it appeared, bowed involuntarily in its direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Dao and principles gathered, the figure became the very embodiment of natural law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a daze, every deity in Heaven, upon seeing this figure, beheld the rising sun, the setting moon, the shifting stars, the changing seasons, the ocean turning into mulberry fields—all cosmic rhythms manifesting with ineffable subtlety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As heavenly laws converged, humanity faded, replaced by the cold, detached impartiality of the Dao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was in Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Underworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same figure, identical to Luo Fu, drew in all worldly emotions—love, hate, resentment, vengeance, life, death—as if magnetizing iron filings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the Ten Kings of Hell, the Four Judges, the Five Ghost Emperors, the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, or the City Gods who bridged mortal and spirit realms—all bowed lower, more humbly, toward the Underworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike Heaven’s sovereign, this Underworld figure pulsed with boundless human emotion—the sum of all longing, hatred, love, and grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Mortal Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the true original body,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the moment Luo Fu sat upon the throne, he clearly felt his consciousness split into three distinct avatars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Emperor of Heaven, the Yin Emperor of the Underworld, the Mortal Emperor of the Human Realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Luo Fu seated on the throne felt as if he had stepped outside the world entirely—truly transcending the Three Realms, beyond the Five Elements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could perceive every movement in Heaven, Earth, and Underworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including the version of himself seated on the throne—also observed by his own awareness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had ascended to a higher dimension, observing all existence—including himself—from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Luo Fu reveled in this godlike state of omniscience, a sudden, inexplicable dread surged from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if, by lingering in this feeling, he would fall into a great terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His inner alarm snapped him awake. His consciousness instantly returned to the mortal emperor seated on the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Long live His Majesty! Long live His Majesty!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Luotian Army’s high officials, flushed with excitement, roared in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their cries spread, the entire palace, the entire capital, erupted into jubilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire Luotian Army—including former Qing officials—cheered as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The acclamation lasted a full fifteen minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Luo Fu, seated upon the dragon throne, seem to return to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his hand. “Have the Ministry of Rites prepare the coronation ceremony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave the order casually, never intoxicated by the power of being above all. On the contrary, the moment his awareness returned, he realized: had he not been jolted by that inner warning, he would have become a puppet of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Luo Fu had long controlled Heaven and the Underworld since seizing half of Jiangnan, he had done so by force—compelling the deities to submit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in that moment of tripartite consciousness, he realized: this was not a realm advancement. Quite the opposite—it was a tribulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the myth of Honghuang, Pangu split Heaven and Earth, transforming into all things. Yet Pangu himself? His primordial spirit divided into three, giving birth to the Three Pure Ones—but Pangu ceased to be a whole being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, Luo Fu had fallen into the same tribulation as Pangu’s opening of Heaven and Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That state, which seemed to grant dominion over the Three Realms, was in truth a severing of his divinity, humanity, and demonic nature—or rather, the Three Corpses of Good, Evil, and Self-Attachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was an alternative form of Pangu’s One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Heavenly Emperor, the Underworld Sovereign, and the Mortal Emperor were all Luo Fu, none of them were truly Luo Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The key was not “Pangu” as prefix, but “Three Pure Ones” as suffix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true Luo Fu was precisely that sudden inner alarm—the warning that pierced his reverie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, Luo Fu did not succumb to the One Qi Transforming into Three Pure Ones. It was not even that—it was a single essence splitting into three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precisely because of that terrifying brush with disaster, Luo Fu now sat calmly before the capital’s thunderous acclamation—no one else knew he had just survived a mortal crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-ranking officers of the Luo Tian Army had clearly not noticed any anomaly in Luo Fu’s condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, what they cared about now was the rank and reward they would receive in the new dynasty once Luo Fu ascended the throne as emperor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Luo Fu’s calm expression was regarded by these high-ranking civil and military officials of the Luo Tian Army as the true bearing of a sovereign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While everyone rejoiced at the prospect of Luo Fu ascending the throne and founding a new dynasty,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu, the very subject of this coronation, felt a deep shadow settle over his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having survived the near-catastrophic division of his essence into three parts did not mean Luo Fu had truly transcended like a cultivator who had passed his Tribulation Crossing and ascended to immortality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That perilous state was not something that ended once passed—it would remain a persistent threat to Luo Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Heavenly Emperor’s avatar in the Celestial Realm continued to absorb all principles and truths of heaven and earth; the gathering of heavenly laws would drive the avatar ever closer to divinity, ultimately reducing it to a soulless puppet of the Heavenly Dao, devoid of emotion and desire—like the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, but even worse off than Hongjun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Yin Emperor of the Underworld fared no better: his demonic and bestial nature acted like a colossal magnet, drawing in all the seven emotions and six desires of sentient beings across the world, eventually swelling into a singular or collective entity embodying every desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the mortal realm, seemingly Luo Fu’s true body, was in truth little more than a symbol or ancestral tablet of the mortal emperor, stripped of Luo Fu’s essential humanity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer the throne of the mortal emperor—it had become the very concept of sovereignty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2057,"2026-06-21T01:08:31.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4ec226ae0282ce8188c6b470e257f864f6f29b223b903764a7f9b8c49543fb35","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-680","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-678",686,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-cover.jpg"]