Chapter 659

“The insect civilization’s third eternal existence?”

“We’re finished, doomed…”

“This is no longer just a catastrophe for the starfaring civilization—it’s a catastrophe for the entire human species…”

Xiao Hui, having seen more of the world, said: “If the starfaring civilization and the alien beast civilization have no second hidden eternal existence, then we’re all dead…”

“Everyone…”

Li Ying was suddenly terrified.

Fang Xing glanced down at them: “You will accompany me into battle. New Blue Star will serve as our main base. If danger arises, I will naturally transport you into my inner universe—at least, until I die, you’ll be safe…”

In truth, with the Gates of All Realms, not even an eternal existence could capture him.

This was also a screening—Fang Xing decided to let these people choose voluntarily whether to follow him into battle.

Those who don’t come? Fine, let them go…

“We are willing to follow our lord!”

Lin Qianzhu and Lei Ming bowed quickly.

They were among the ones who had gained the most since Fang Xing arrived.

With the starfaring civilization calling for conscription above and Fang Xing, this great power, watching below, there was no way to run—they could only fight with their backs to the wall.

“Then let’s begin.”

Fang Xing laughed heartily, and the entire New Blue Star trembled violently!

Massive planetary engines roared as the planet’s sphere stretched, transforming into a flying saucer shape.

In what seemed like an instant, it became a colossal spaceship floating among the stars!

The spaceship roared forward like a war fortress, heading toward the Ophiuchus Wormhole!

…

Ophiuchus Wormhole.

The New Blue Star ship arrived, and Yidaodaoxinghongjinggaofuxian .

【Wormhole Closed!】

【No Passage Allowed!】

【This Order Issued by the Highest Council of the Starfaring Civilization!】

【Violators: Executed!】

…

With the wormhole’s throughput, shutting it down for even a day would cause catastrophic losses.

Yet before a war of peak civilization survival, it meant nothing!

“Alright, everyone, resume your scheduled patrols.”

Fang Xing looked at the group of his subordinates: “If danger arises, return to New Blue Star immediately…”

“Yes!”

Li Ying and the others, regardless of their inner thoughts, responded in unison.

‘Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui…’

After leaving New Blue Star, Li Ying suddenly perked up: “I think that elder doesn’t actually demand we risk our lives—even lets us come and go freely… What if I just run far away and slip into the Yuanzhong Divine Palace to escape?”

“Hmm, excellent. I fully endorse this decision.”

Xiao Hui said: “The universe is vast… Hide in some dark corner, and even the insect race won’t find us.”

“Right? You think it’s a good plan too?”

Li Ying nodded: “Then I’ve decided—I won’t run. I’ll cling tightly to my lord’s leg.”

Xiao Hui froze, then grew furious: “Why?”

“No reason. I’m just used to being tricked by you—I’ve learned from experience. You always want me dead, so any plan you approve is definitely a trap.”

Li Ying stroked his chin: “As clever as I am, I must do the exact opposite…”

Xiao Hui froze, then rolled on the ground in rage: “You idiot! I genuinely want to live now! Do you even know what the insect race means? Your lord might be a fourth-rank Dharma Lord, but even if he were fifth or sixth rank, he’s still trash before an eternal existence! You still want to follow him to survive? I only saved your life because I couldn’t bear to see my master’s Yuanzhong Divine Palace devoured by bugs!”

“I won’t listen, I won’t listen—the turtle chants sutras.”

Li Ying smiled faintly: “I’m foolish, but I know one thing: once I decide, I act. Hesitating and waiting is the most wasteful thing of all.”

…

New Blue Star.

Inside the palace.

Fang Xing’s consciousness manipulated the Black Dragon, lying dormant in the Qingyuan Great Realm, cultivating disciples of Lingbao Palace, taking over the many legacies of the Green Emperor Palace, and meanwhile sending Niu Ma Yiling Sanren to compete for resources in various metaphysical realms…

As for his true body, he sat cross-legged, silently reciting the “Great Sun Tathagata Mantra!”

On his attribute panel, the Master-level “Eternal Great Sun King Mantra” flickered faintly, and beneath it, a sub-symbol appeared: “Heavenly Mother’s Virtuous Golden Lotus Twin Guardian Fundamental!”

This secret transmission had long been perfected to the Grand Master level, unified into one breath.

Now, as he chanted, consuming source power, a figure emerged in the hall, gradually solidifying from void to reality.

He had sharp eyebrows and starlike eyes, clad in a green long robe, radiating vibrant life.

It was his cultivation avatar!

With Fang Xing’s current Dao Master realm, forming a Dharma Lord avatar was effortlessly simple.

He gazed at the cultivation avatar before him, lost in thought:

“My cultivation avatar originally followed the Path of Space-Time, practicing the ‘Space-Time Lotus’ technique, but never delved deep… Later, he took up the Druidic lineage and could now follow the ‘Path of Nature!’”

The Path of Nature was a top-tier path, equal to or even surpassing the ‘Panwu Path,’ and since its creator had long transcended, it was very likely now in a ‘masterless state!’

“The Path of Nature is infinitely inclusive—could it perhaps accommodate the Path of Space-Time?”

Fang Xing considered, intrigued: “Of course, I could also dissolve the ‘Divine-Mortal Duality Technique,’ allowing my cultivation avatar to instantly comprehend the Panwu Path and become a Dao Jun avatar!”

Originally, he had used a secret technique to separate his cultivation avatar from his true body: his true body followed the Panwu Path, while his avatar followed the Space-Time Path. The two paths ran parallel, potentially allowing him to master both!

Now, with his true body having achieved Dao Master, dissolving this technique would instantly grant him a Dao Master-level avatar.

A Dao Master of the Fourteenth Level in the True Immortal Realm is called a ‘Dao Jun’—a mighty cultivator of great influence.

Of course, the cost would be that his cultivation avatar would be entirely tainted by the Panwu Path, losing all possibility of following Space-Time or Nature Paths again.

“For now, leave it as is… Comprehending a path is difficult. Without the ‘Panwu Scripture,’ secret pills, and the final opportunities from the World of Gods, I may never fully grasp the Panwu Path.”

“But my cultivation avatar can still go to the True Immortal Realm first to gather information—if he encounters danger beyond his control, my true body can intervene anytime…”

Fang Xing gazed at his cultivation avatar.

Unlike before, when he had only a sliver of soul left, he now effortlessly reshaped the avatar’s body using Dao power, even crafting it according to the spirit-root cultivation template.

“Now, my cultivation avatar’s cultivation has reached True Immortal peak—the limit of the Thirteenth Level…”

Fang Xing sighed.

In the True Immortal Realm, True Immortals were equivalent to Dharma Lords—Thirteenth Level experts.

Dao Jun were equivalent to Dao Masters of Great Xia, ranked Fourteenth Level!

Dao Zun, Yao Zun, Mo Zun—these were eternal existences, ranked Fifteenth Level.

!

“Go!”

Fang Xing’s true body activated the Gates of All Realms, linking to the True Immortal Realm, and launched his cultivation avatar into it.

Whoosh!

A flash of light in the hall—the cultivation avatar vanished.

…

True Immortal Realm.

It had been countless years since the Dao Zun’s failed transcendence and the collapse of the Dao Court.

At the site of the Dao Court.

The once-destroyed jade palaces had all been rebuilt, now even more ethereal and divine.

A flash of light!

Fang Xing’s figure appeared, holding a wine gourd in hand.

“Bi Xia Immortal, Luo Yunzhen Immortal…”

Thinking of these two friends, Fang Xing grew somber, uncorked the gourd, and poured wine freely onto the ground: “I haven’t visited you in years—let this fine wine be my tribute… When I one day transcend to Dao Zun, perhaps I can bring you back…”

“Funny, isn’t it? We toiled for years, finally becoming immortals, only to realize our mediocrity made us just one of the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals—when the monkey comes, we all turn to ash…”

Fang Xing exhaled a long breath: “Yet the Dao Court still exists—that’s somewhat beyond my expectations.”

He gazed far off, seeing the Dao Court still majestic and glorious, the only difference being the absence of the three-ten-thousand-li purple aura rising from the east.

“The Dao Zun must have condensed a transcendence trait—perhaps he obtained the legacy of a transcender.”

“And the Yao Zun and Mo Zun certainly won’t let me go…”

Fang Xing sighed, drawing his sword and departing.

A streak of sword-light flashed, impossibly swift, vanishing in an instant.

“Friend, please wait!”

At that moment, a divine consciousness voice echoed from behind him.

Fang Xing’s sword-light didn’t pause—he vanished instantly.

“This sword immortal… such swift sword-dashing, such cold disposition…”

A water immortal appeared where he had been, clad in an autumn-hued Daoist robe, glancing at the wine stains on the ground, puzzled: “He gazed toward the Dao Court… and poured wine on the ground—could he be paying tribute? Sigh… How many True Immortals did the Yao Zun kill with his ‘Heavenly Demon Transformation’ back then?”

At that moment, a series of phoenix cries rang out.

The female water immortal froze, then saw nineteen fully realized phoenixes pulling a palanquin woven entirely from colorful flowers descend.

Around the procession, multicolored tassels shimmered and danced, breathtakingly beautiful.

A pair of eyes like autumn waters gazed directly over.

“I pay homage to Autumn Water Daojun.”

The water immortal immediately bowed—this one, by seniority, was even her ancestral master.

As she bowed, her heart trembled: ‘Why has my ancestral master come here?’

“Who… recently passed through this place?”

Autumn Water Daojun gazed at the spot, then suddenly waved her hand.

A pool of autumn water appeared, time seeming to reverse—there appeared a green-robed sword immortal, elegant in posture, holding a yellow-skinned gourd.

“Could it be him?!”

Seeing this figure, Autumn Water Daojun’s beautiful eyes flickered with surprise.

The Daojun of their Dao Court had scoured the heavens and the netherworld, yet never found this immortal’s trace.

Yet now, he had just walked into her hands?

‘This man holds the transcendence legacy—if I claim it, I can at least reach the Dao Sovereign realm!’

Autumn Water Daojun’s heart surged with delight.

“My ancestral master—”

The water immortal finally gathered her thoughts, ready to sell Fang Xing for a good price: “I merely felt this sword immortal’s bearing was extraordinary, so I called out from afar to stop him—but I failed to hold him…”

“The karmic thread is faint, but enough.”

Autumn Water Daojun’s eyes shifted; a talisman materialized in her hand.

“Ancestral master?”

Before the water immortal could react, the talisman stuck to her body—she screamed, instantly turning to ash.

A very faint karmic thread appeared, pinched between Autumn Water Daojun’s fingertips…

(End of chapter)