Chapter 102: Chapter One Hundred Two: Celestial Pivot Numerology

Fire disaster, blood waterfall, banner array, bone pit, grievous curses…

Faintly, Chen Hang seemed to see how this evil wrath yin-sheng demon had been forged from nothing, step by step, by human hands.

From the moment she was born, through her escape from death, pursued by the force-puppet, fleeing in panic and hiding in an ancient ruin, she accidentally met the young master of Huaiwu Cave.

Then, the two fell deeply in love, even conceiving a child of the force-devil.

Thereafter, for two hundred years, in pursuit of the “Silent Heavenly Palace’s Sacred Prayer Great Law,” they continually sought, under the guise of teaching the Dao, those who could resonate with this earth-seal golden scripture…

A flood of alien memories swept past his vision like a spinning lantern, forcibly intruding into his mind, seeking to erase his true self and replace Chen Hang with another being.

The vast thoughts of the evil wrath yin-sheng demon were like a tidal wave covering heaven and earth; Chen Hang’s fragile consciousness, under its assault, should have shattered instantly—like a mantis trying to stop a cart—utterly unable to resist.

In truth, without other means, it should have been exactly so.

The disparity in scale between them was simply incomparable.

Yet due to the defensive power of the Golden Light Divine Seal, Chen Hang remained unharmed—and even had leisure to observe the layered memories.

And as he looked…

He noticed something strange.

The beautiful woman who forged the evil wrath yin-sheng demon—her face was unmistakably identical to the woman who had come to Xiao Ganshan’s Xuanzhen Sect seeking the Yin Celestial Lord!

Except that her brows and features were far younger, more naive.

Everything else was exactly the same.

“The Ai clan of Shangyu… the woman who came to Xuanzhen Sect seeking the Yin Celestial Lord—was she named Ai Yuan?”

Chen Hang paused, silently thinking:

“The evil wrath yin-sheng demon she once forged not only escaped, but became the Dao companion of the Huaiwu Cave Master, hiding for two hundred years—during which time, who knows how many lives she secretly destroyed…”

And even more coincidentally—I once met this Ai Yuan.

The world truly is strange…”

The evil wrath yin-sheng demon’s life memories continued to batter his consciousness, scenes flashing like fleeting reflections.

But now Chen Hang had no interest in watching further—he immersed his spirit in the transformations of the Golden Light Divine Seal.

As he silently observed, he could not help but smile.

The evil wrath yin-sheng demon’s “Mutual Transformation” technique was an innate, primordial magical power of such heavenly demons.

Once successfully cast, it could not only seize the target’s body and primordial spirit, but also inherit their destiny, fortune, and cultivated arts—a profoundly strange and demonic art.

Thus, as the evil wrath yin-sheng demon sought to obliterate his primordial spirit, a wave of demonic energy also seeped into his body, attempting to reshape it into the form of a heavenly demon.

But this demonic energy, upon brushing against the Golden Light Divine Seal within his body, instantly melted away like frost under summer sun, purified into the clearest spiritual essence, stored within the seal’s core.

Though restrained by the fact that the evil wrath yin-sheng demon was still performing the technique, Chen Hang dared not act too boldly.

Yet he quietly drew forth a thread of spiritual energy from the seal’s core—and instantly, his nose and mouth felt a soothing, refreshing ease; once absorbed into his organs, his body seemed lighter, his every movement filled with a light, ethereal joy.

Just this single thread of spiritual energy equaled twenty talisman coins!

Chen Hang smiled inwardly.

Sensing that his demonic energy had failed to take effect—that this body showed no sign of transformation—the evil wrath yin-sheng demon, though puzzled, immediately poured more demonic energy into Chen Hang’s form.

“The Golden Light Divine Seal can purify essence and eliminate harm, repel evil and demons—yet it also has this function? What a divine blessing!”

In this back-and-forth exchange, the seal’s core accumulated more and more spiritual energy; even Chen Hang was slightly moved, his emotions stirred.

He was currently starved for spiritual energy—this timely aid came at the perfect moment!

If fully absorbed into his Qi Condensation realm, breaking through to Qi Condensation Sixth Layer was within reach!

Within this great cocoon, every time the evil wrath yin-sheng demon injected a thread of demonic energy into Chen Hang’s sinews and bones, the Golden Light Divine Seal quietly dissolved it within an instant.

By now, the demonic energy flooding into Chen Hang’s body had multiplied many times over—vast and furious, like comparing the Yangtze River to a trickle, utterly incomparable.

Without the Golden Light Divine Seal protecting his body…

Even an ordinary Qi Condensation cultivator would have been utterly corrupted into a heavenly demon’s form within half a cup of tea, his humanity extinguished.

As Chen Hang watched the spiritual energy within the seal’s core grow increasingly thick, the voice of Master Fu Can suddenly rang out, tone tinged with inexplicable frustration.

“I have to say, you’re truly poor! Treating this tiny bit of spiritual energy like a treasure?”

“If you never amount to anything, don’t you dare say you once had the Old Ancestor following you—it’d bring shame upon me!”

The old man sighed deeply, then shouted:

“Such stinginess! It makes the listener weep and the hearer grieve! Your ‘Primordial Origin of the Great Beginning’ is meant to encompass one hundred twenty-nine thousand six hundred spiritual essences, illuminating the Dragon Heaven, gathering all true energies! What an extraordinary phenomenon!”

“Yet when you cultivate, you drag around this pitiful, impoverished aura—it breaks my heart to watch!”

“Old Ancestor, don’t mock me. Though I’m a disciple of Xuanzhen Sect, I’m no different from a wandering cultivator—I’ve received no aid or support. With only my own strength, how could I possibly accumulate much spiritual energy?”

Chen Hang merely smiled faintly:

“It seems the Old Ancestor truly understands the ‘Primordial Origin of the Great Beginning’—you even know the phrase ‘Dragon Heaven Illuminated, All True Energies Gathered.’ Truly, your knowledge is vast.”

“This Qi Condensation technique is far too famous. When the Divine Lord of Shenwu Shu Hua specifically sought it out, its mere appearance shook countless True Persons across the Nine Provinces and Four Seas—even our Tai Fu Palace’s Dao Lord once considered borrowing it!”

“It had such a grand origin?”

Chen Hang was slightly startled.

Then his expression shifted, and he smiled:

“Old Ancestor once said that after activating the Ten-Thousand-Mile Illuminating Talisman, you’d generously reveal my origins. Is that promise still valid?”

“...You remember, boy? I said that at great personal risk—you owe me a favor. A huge one!”

“Heng remembers it well.”

Master Fu Can grunted twice—and suddenly, Chen Hang felt his body grow light, as if freed from some restraint; after a sensation of falling into emptiness, he seemed to land in a soft, fluffy cloud, gently buoyed upward.

He blinked, dazed—and before him now stretched a vast lake of emerald waters, misty and shimmering.

Gazing far, he saw only water meeting the sky; above, a full moon hung like a cold silver plate, clear and radiant, breathtakingly beautiful.

Aside from this lake and the moon…

This realm held no green mountains, pavilions, birds, or fish—only a lonely, desolate air.

The lake’s surface clearly reflected Chen Hang’s form—yet now he had lost his body entirely, existing only as a glowing orb, hovering three zhang above the water, weightless, as if a breath of wind could carry him away.

Chen Hang remained calm, even curiously observing his own form reflected in the lake.

As he studied himself, Master Fu Can, hands behind his back, stepped across the water to stand before him.

“Old Ancestor, your divine power is astonishing—truly a senior of a great sect. What Dao art is this?”

Chen Hang could not bow, so he lowered his luminous form and asked with a smile.

“Water-Moon Mirror Heaven—a technique of the Northern Pole Garden. This was created by the Northern Pole Immortal in his youth—a great art. Since I got along well with him, he taught it to me!”

Master Fu Can stroked his beard, puffed out his chest, and boasted:

“This art can extract one’s spirit directly from the body and summon it into this Water-Moon Mirror Heaven. It’s perfect for pure spiritual combat—and it also blocks heavenly calculations and divination. Extremely useful!”

“To be honest, even many Northern Pole Garden disciples haven’t learned it. Only because I’m amusing and sincere did the Northern Pole Immortal secretly teach it to me!”

“How about that? Impressive, right?”

“Old Ancestor’s power is boundless.”

Chen Hang praised, then his luminous form circled Master Fu Can several times, curiously asking:

“But Old Ancestor, why do you look like this now?”

Before him, Master Fu Can stood on the water—but half his body had vanished, and the remaining half was slowly dissolving, spreading from his arms toward his chest and abdomen.

“I am now merely a leaf of the talisman—a Ten-Thousand-Mile Illuminating Talisman.”

Master Fu Can shook his head. “The talisman has been activated. My leaf-form naturally loses its inner support. Soon, I’ll turn to dust.”

“Are you wondering why I chose this moment—when the Ten-Thousand-Mile Illuminating Talisman is about to expire—to reveal your origins?”

“Let me teach you a lesson: Between life and death, the inner heavens fall out of order—yang sinks and cannot rise, yin presses and cannot vaporize. This perfectly matches the state of the Star of Auspiciousness—its form is ever-changing, hidden in darkness and new moon…”

“Choosing this moment ensures even the most skilled diviners will expend immense effort to trace me, to discern what I say—and even then, they’ll likely fail!”

“...So my origins are truly strange? Even someone of your stature fears them?”

Chen Hang fell silent for a moment, then spoke slowly:

“And they’re tied to someone skilled in heavenly calculations? You just said this Water-Moon Mirror Heaven blocks divination—yet even that isn’t enough. You had to wait until the moment of spiritual dissolution to add another layer of protection. Why?”

“Who is this diviner? What power does he wield?”

Master Fu Can’s lips moved slightly, as if to speak—but all that emerged was a long, pitying sigh.

“It’s not just a ‘tie’—that diviner’s name is Chen Yu Shu. He’s your biological father. And he’s not just skilled in divination…”

Master Fu Can silently shook his head, thinking to himself:

Chen Yu Shu had studied the Dou Shu Sect’s “Celestial Pivot Numerology,” and was deeply attuned to this great art, reaching its ultimate realm.

Before his betrayal, he was already the foremost diviner beneath a Dao Lord—famed for predicting eight hundred years into the past and eight hundred into the future, moving with heavenly fate to stir human hearts.

Across the entire Nine Provinces and Four Seas, no one could match him!

Today, Chen Yu Shu’s cultivation must have advanced further—his powers even greater.

Even though he now languishes trapped within the “Water-Bound Rongcheng’s Lifespan” Celestial Realm, despised by Heaven, confined to a prison of his own making…

Master Fu Can still deeply feared his “Celestial Pivot Numerology,” terrified he might detect even a whisper—and retaliate against him, or even the entire Tai Fu Palace.

Even the Northern Pole Immortal’s “Water-Moon Mirror Heaven” felt insufficient.

He had to wait until the moment of spiritual annihilation—when yang sank and yin pressed—to further obscure the calculations—before daring to speak.

Master Fu Can’s every action was undeniably cautious…

“I never wanted to get entangled in such trouble… but perhaps… this is repayment to Chen Yan.”

Master Fu Can’s heart was filled with boundless sorrow:

“Damn it! If I’d told Chen Yan her origins earlier, she wouldn’t have been captured by Chen Yu Shu himself—and wouldn’t have died horribly within the Primordial Demon Sect!”

“Boy, what I owe her—I can only repay it through you!”

Usually.

In the past, after his ginseng leaf was activated, its primordial spirit would always follow the void and return to its original form at Tai Fu Palace on Yangrang Mountain, without the slightest loss.

But this time, he had resolved to use the moment of life-and-death, when yang is suppressed and yin presses, to disrupt the heavenly mechanism.

That primordial spirit would never return—it would be truly and irrevocably destroyed here…

Master Fu Can’s heart brimmed with countless words, yet in the end he merely gazed deeply at Chen Hang, and let out a long sigh.

“Master?”

“I told you—only at the brink of life and death can one borrow the suppression of yang by yin to disrupt the heavenly mechanism. You’re not dead yet, boy, don’t rush.”

Chen Hang’s call pulled Master Fu Can back to his senses.

He glanced at his own body, now reduced to less than half, and shook his head:

“Seeing you in such a pitiful state, before we part, ask me anything you don’t understand—I’ll answer as I see fit. It’s my way of accumulating virtue!”

“Then…”

Chen Hang smiled, thought for a moment, and said:

“I’ve heard the Earth Vault Golden Scripture manifests when the Dao is present, and vanishes when it is absent—but the Great Prayer of the Silent Heavenly Palace is clearly part of the Earth Vault Golden Scripture. Why, then, is it so widely known?”

“‘Manifests when the Dao is present, vanishes when absent’—that was the law-seal left by the Dao Court.

But Chongyu the Demon God has already erased that seal, claiming that page of the Earth Vault Golden Scripture as His own property. Naturally, it can be passed mouth to mouth, and everyone can see it…”

Master Fu Can replied after a moment’s thought.

In truth,

after the Dao Court collapsed overnight,

the Earth Vault Golden Scripture, which recorded the laws of ten thousand heavens and ten thousand Dao paths and was meant to intimidate all immortals, gods, and saints, was the first to suffer.

Some golden pages were reclaimed by their original owners and locked away in their sect halls.

Others, deemed shameful by their owners, were utterly erased by immense magical power, never to be seen again.

Still others, like Chongyu the Demon God, erased the Dao Court’s seals, forged the golden pages recording their own techniques into personal artifacts, and spread them across the world to propagate their own doctrines.

Like the Great Tai Su Jade Body,

which still followed the Dao Court’s will—

‘manifests when the Dao is present, vanishes when absent’—

This was also because the Elder Tai Su paid little heed to the Tai Su Jade Body Art; in his heart, he harbored a faint sense of nostalgia for the Dao Court, and thus ignored the golden pages recording the Tai Su Jade Body Art, letting them act as they would.

This was because the Great Tai Su Elder did not care much for the Great Tai Su Jade Body; in his heart, he even harbored faint nostalgia for the Dao Court, and thus ignored the golden page recording it, letting it act as it willed.

…

After hearing this secret history, Chen Hang was momentarily stunned, then finally reacted.

After hearing these secrets, Chen Hang was momentarily stunned before he finally understood.

At this moment, Master Fu Can before him was reduced to nothing but a head—his entire body had been utterly erased.

“I had hoped to give you a few more pointers, but time does not wait for me.”

He fell silent for a moment, then fixed Chen Hang with a steady gaze:

“What I am about to say concerns your future life and death! Listen well! Pay close attention!”

“Understood.” Chen Hang’s voice grew grave.

“Your biological father is now in Nan Chan Province. His name is—”

BOOM!

A colossal thunderous roar erupted from nowhere!

In the next instant, Master Fu Can before him was utterly shattered—along with the entire Mirror of Water and Moon Sky, which was instantly reduced to ash.