Chapter 113: If You Do Not Die, My Heart Cannot Rest

Within the Pure Yang realm, there are three calamities that block the path: wind, fire, and thunder.

Once unleashed, they annihilate the nature of the Dao, shatter the divine body, and sever the root.

No matter how lofty one’s virtue or how harmonious one’s yin and yang, anyone within this realm cannot escape these “Three Calamities.”

If one survives them, one’s cultivation advances greatly, drawing closer to the wondrous state of unity with the Dao.

If one fails, all is reduced to ashes.

The five viscera become hollow, the limbs rot away, the body disintegrates, returning to the myriad forms of heaven and earth, dissolving into spiritual breath—turning millennia of arduous practice into illusion…

Those who attain the Pure Yang Dao Fruit are all beings who seize the transformations of heaven and earth, invade the mysteries of sun and moon; when the Three Calamities strike, they all sense them in advance.

Those with full confidence need not fear—they merely seek a Dao hall, gather mind and body, and respond calmly.

Those lacking sufficient cultivation have their own refuge.

They hide within a cave heaven, concealing their remains and form to deceive heaven’s perception, waiting until they feel their timing is ripe before returning to the mortal world to face the tribulation again.

These Pure Yang True Lords who retreat into cave heavens cannot walk the world in their true bodies, yet they may still perceive heaven and earth and traverse the cosmos through methods such as splitting spiritual bodies or anchoring their spirit in objects.

As long as they guard the gates of their mind and spirit, not leaking their Pure Yang qi, so that heaven does not sense them, they are safe.

But Chen Yu is different…

His Three Calamities are not only fiercer than those of any other Pure Yang True Lord in Xudu Tian, but even Dao Lords dare not underestimate them.

His spiritual intent cannot even appear in the mortal world.

Otherwise, calamity would descend instantly…

After that laugh, Yue You’s sleeve stirred, and a talisman glimmering with hidden treasure-light and densely patterned golden runes floated out, hovering in midair.

The talisman emitted a radiant halo of color; with a single expansion and contraction, it ignited without fire.

At first, it was but a single torch-like point of light, yet within moments, the flame surged into a grand, ancient gateway!

The gateway bore intricate star-maps, mountains, lakes, seas, birds, beasts, insects, and fish—all glowing with treasure-light, like a blazing sun snatched from the dark heavens.

It illuminated the entire seascape as if two suns hung side by side in the sky!

Countless golden rays poured down from the heavens!

…

On Jiao Island.

A group of demon apes dared not even cry out, huddling with arms over their heads, scrambling and crawling into mountain streams and forests.

Their eyes burned blurry and hazy, pierced with unbearable pain; for a time, they could not see, tears flowing uncontrollably.

“Father! Father! What do we do?! What do we do?!”

Seeing that ancient gateway, radiant beyond the sun, hovering above them, not far from their own sect’s domain—only about a hundred li away.

The boy screamed in terror, grabbing Yue Ju’s sleeve, his legs trembling, sweat soaking his back.

“No harm… Those two immortals are fighting; it has nothing to do with us.”

Yue Ju’s face darkened slightly; after a moment’s thought, he spoke gently to soothe him:

“These past days, I have treated Yue You with utmost respect, finding no fault—even gave him the dimensional shuttle as a gift.

True Lord Yu Shu should not deign to punish me, and True Person Jun Yao—”

Yue Ju’s eyes flickered.

After failing to seize the throne and being exiled by the Southern Sea ape clan to the Eastern Sea, he secretly pledged allegiance to the Ninth Imperial Prince, becoming his subject.

Yue Ju’s plan was to gain power in the Eastern Sea through the prince’s succession struggle, then use the Eastern Sea’s million aquatic clans to reclaim his kingdom in the Southern Sea.

That was why, after Yue You returned with the head of Jiu Qu Gong, he did not come to greet Yue Ju personally—he had been urgently summoned by the Ninth Prince and could not leave.

Yue Ju knew that since ancient times, when the Heavenly Sovereign still ruled Xudu Tian, the Dragon Palace of the Eastern Sea had always maintained deep ties with the Yu Chuan Sect.

Regardless of other matters.

Even merely out of regard for the Ninth Prince’s connection, my Linjiao Island should be safe…

Though he thought this in his heart.

But Yue Ju knew his son was his only child, spoiled since childhood by palace attendants; he did not speak plainly, only offered mild reassurance, urging him to calm down.

He then drew a deep breath of spiritual energy, his heart trembling with both fear and delight as he activated his mystery arts.

He stirred his primordial soul, opened his magical eyes, and instantly countless tadpole-shaped golden characters swam through his pupils, carefully observing the standoff above.

—

One was a high disciple of the Yu Chuan Sect.

He achieved a Grade-One Golden Core and cultivated the “Society’s Multitude of Thunder” manifestation, unheard of in nearly ten thousand years, winning the Golden Core Assembly—no sect among the Eight Sects and Six Clans could match him!

…

The other was the inheritor of the Void Daoist’s lineage from the Tribulation Immortal.

A demon who abandoned the Dao for the Demon Path, nearly sparking another “Zhonglang Catastrophe” as the Eight Sects and Six Clans nearly went to war.

…

Both were among the greatest geniuses of the world; Chen Yu and Jun Yao had both won the Golden Core Assembly in their youth, crushing all other prodigies of the Eight Sects and Six Clans!

In their realm, peerless in the world!

Though Chen Yu had only sent forth a fragment of his spiritual intent here—not even a spiritual body.

Yet their battle was still a spectacle unmatched in the world, stirring Yue Ju’s heart and accelerating his blood flow.

Apes are naturally warlike and defiant; though Yue Ju’s cultivation was profound enough to suppress his nature, even surpassing most scholars of the mortal world in humility and propriety,

the seed of ferocity within him could never be erased.

“If I were sixty years younger, with the reckless spirit I had then, seeing this scene, I would have seized my Primordial Great Club and challenged both of them to a single strike.

Even if I died, I would have no regrets!”

Yue Ju sighed heavily in his heart, then glanced at the boy, still clutching his sleeve, eyes vacant and dazed, and shook his head in disappointment.

“But Jun Yao is one thing—this True Lord Yu Shu’s Three Calamities are extraordinary. He sends his spiritual intent beyond the cave heaven—doesn’t he fear heavenly retribution?”

Suppressing his helplessness toward his son, Yue Ju gazed upward, puzzled:

“Will this battle even come to pass?”

At that moment,

the ancient gateway hovering in the dark heavens began to roar with grand sound, its radiant light expanding outward, draining all spiritual energy in its path into its core.

“You dare send your spiritual intent abroad? Don’t you fear heavenly punishment? Chen Yu, you’re truly desperate today.”

Jun Yao gripped the jade seal at his waist, his eyes like a bottomless abyss, speaking coldly and indifferently.

“Son-in-law, have you heard this saying? To give is to receive. Losing some cultivation means little to me—I can easily restore it.”

The gateway slowly opened, and a light, unhurried laugh emerged from within:

“But compared to you, it is negligible.”

With a thunderous boom,

the gateway fully opened!

Instantly,

heaven and earth fell silent, all phenomena still.

Within the light, stood a handsome man clad in purple robes and golden crown, with a clear, elegant spirit.

He raised his sleeve, gathering the dazzling celestial phenomena, turned his gaze toward Jun Yao across the void, and smiled slightly:

“Son-in-law, you lack proper manners. Your father-in-law stands here—why do you not come to pay your respects?”

Jun Yao’s face remained expressionless.

“The other talisman sealed not ‘Contemplating the Eight Extremes’—but your spiritual intent? Yu Shu, what were you thinking?”

Yue You frowned: “You used the ‘Celestial Celestial Numerology’ to predict I’d be intercepted by Jun Yao, so you left this backup—but why didn’t you tell me first?”

“I didn’t need to predict—he’s been obsessed with killing you since you escaped the Catastrophe in the Xiang Mansion eleven years ago. He even obtained a Filth-Transformed Golden Core, I wonder where he got it.”

“But I suspect it came from the Dou Shu Sect—perhaps even directly from my eldest brother.”

Chen Yu clapped his hands and laughed:

“And why didn’t I tell you, Brother Yue You? Don’t you understand? You already used one talisman to conceal heavenly signs, yet Jun Yao still found you—he must have mastered Yu Chuan Sect’s divination art.

If I’d told you, and you, being unable to keep your thoughts secret, he’d have easily traced your movements.”

Yue You was startled.

He first stared intently at the Filth-Transformed Golden Core nearby, half-fossilized, then turned his gaze to Jun Yao, pupils contracting.

“No wonder Yu Shu said this boy, if he attains the Dao, will be his greatest enemy!

In just eleven years, he’s mastered the Nine Heavens’ Proximity of the Nine True Teachings—and even learned Yu Chuan Sect’s divination art? Terrifying! Dreadful!”

He steadied his spirit, about to ask Chen Yu how he planned to conceal himself from heavenly punishment,

when the purple-robed, golden-crowned Daoist swept his sleeve and said calmly:

“My Pure Yang tribulation is coming. I can’t attend to you—move farther away.”

Yue You was startled, clamped his mouth shut, and vanished instantly as a gray mist.

And behold,

thunder rumbled faintly in the heavens, beginning as a few sharp cracks, but within dozens of breaths, it roared like a giant deity pounding a drum, scattering clouds again and again, leaving them formless.

Then, as a golden lightning bolt split the sky!

In an instant, within a radius of thousands of li, wind and clouds churned, the ocean surged violently!

No sun, moon, or stars remained—countless golden lightning bolts filled all vision, blazing with unbearable brilliance.

As if the atmospheric layer had been pierced, ready to crash down with the thunder, shattering this mortal land!

Heaven and earth trembled; the principles of the Dao shifted.

In that moment, the cataclysmic thunder disaster, as if destined to obliterate the world, stirred a response in all the True Ones across the Nine Provinces and the Four Seas.

Yuanchen Sect, Blood River Clan, Northern Pole Garden, Dou Shu Sect, Divine Control Sect, Thunder Court…

Glimpses—cold, disdainful, mocking, curious, or even delighted—gazed across the void.

Each inner motive was clear, yet all differed.

…

Beneath the endless blue waves of the Eastern Sea.

Upon a jade terrace a thousand ren tall, an old woman with twin horns on her brow and deep golden eyes lifted her gaze for a moment, pondered briefly, then chuckled and ordered the surroundings:

“What exactly do these two intend? Must they settle matters in the Eastern Sea? Send someone to inform the Crown Prince—order all gates closed, and have no part in this affair.”

Beneath the thousand-ren jade terrace, a ten-thousand-zhang ancient dragon prostrated itself, replied “Yes,” then parted the heavy dark sea currents and vanished within.

…

Yuanchen Sect.

A golden-purple palace pavilion suspended alone in the heavens.

Fire Dragon Immortal suddenly sighed, shaking his head:

“Fool! Fool! He has little life left, yet still insists on showing off? Even if you kill him now, what does it change? Merely a single spiritual intent—no more than a single hair from nine oxen!”

“Then what do you intend to do?”

A clear female voice answered from the void.

“What can I do? I’m merely his senior uncle—not his master! His master has gone to the Grand Master of Tai Su seeking ginseng fruit just to extend his life!”

Fire Dragon Immortal slammed his palm hard, roaring:

“What can I do? Out of sight, out of mind! A true Dan Yuan champion, reduced to this state over a single Chen Yan! Despicable! Utterly despicable!”

…

Nan Chan Province, Primordial Demon Sect.

Zhuang Si set down her bronze mirror after painting her brows, and gave a faint cold smile before turning to ask:

“Has the palace built specially for Chen Yushu’s new son been completed?”

Hundreds of seductive celestial demon maidens stood behind her; upon hearing her question, they knelt prostrate and answered respectfully, “Yes.”

“Even Father says Chen Yushu’s son, that Chen Hang, seems quite intriguing—though his fate remains unclear.”

Zhuang Si frowned and said:

“I had planned to wait until he was captured by that serpent, then observe him closely day and night, to see just how intriguing he truly was.

But now that Junyao has intervened, Chen Hang will hardly come to the Primordial Demon Sect anytime soon…”

…

While all True Ones across the Nine Provinces and Four Seas watched with keen attention, and countless others harbored hidden intentions,

The thunder roared fiercely!

At the very instant the Pure Yang Tribulation struck, Chen Yushu calmly extended his hand and released a purple talisman, meeting it head-on.

“By the decree of the Tribulation Immortal Ancestor, I now inscribe this talisman: May ten thousand saints aid life, heavenly soldiers lend strength, summon all True Ones, swiftly manifest divine power, dispel this calamity, restore the balance of yin and yang—know this, and respond in due time!”

He formed the Chen seal with his left hand, silently reciting the incantation.

Waiting only until the Purple Palace rotated thrice, and the ashes above dissolved into the air.

Slowly, the thunder disaster, intent on annihilating all things, began to fade.

After a terrifying flicker of light and shadow, it finally dissipated, powerless.

In an instant,

Heaven and earth cleared again, sun and moon bright and pure.

Yet the very next moment after the thunder disaster vanished,

Two razor-sharp yin-yang sword lights split the void, seizing a minuscule gap in Chen Yushu’s qi flow, and slashed toward his skull!

“Son-in-law, you’ve timed this well—but alas, it’s still petty trickery.”

Chen Yushu smiled faintly, flicking his hand to shatter the two sword lights—yet in the next instant, the shattered blades split into four.

Four became eight, eight became sixteen, sixteen became thirty-two, thirty-two became sixty-four…

As Chen Yushu destroyed each blade, the number of sword lights multiplied further.

Within mere breaths, they numbered in the thousands and tens of thousands, and the piercing killing intent within them grew ever fiercer, as if nothing could withstand them!

“This technique—surely the secret transmission of the Heavenly Outside Huangting Sect? So you truly obtained that page of the Earth’s Secret Golden Scripture. Lucky indeed.”

Chen Yushu gazed for a moment, then calmly pointed, summoning a radiant canopy of light, standing within it. Even as the yin-yang sword lights multiplied into countless thousands, they could only shake the aura—unable to advance a single inch.

At this moment, Chen Yushu finally opened his eyes, and divine light shot forth.

After observing Junyao motionlessly for nearly a hundred breaths, he slowly curled his lips and burst into loud laughter.

“So it’s true, you fool! You fool! You actually cultivated that forbidden art?

For a mere Chen Yan? For a single woman? You’ve destroyed your own Dao path! Hahaha!”

He bent his waist deeply, laughing with delight:

“Son-in-law, do you know why I specifically sent my spiritual intent on patrol, and even sacrificed a talisman from the Tribulation Immortal Ancestor?”

A thousand yin-yang sword lights split the void.

They slammed violently against Chen Yushu’s canopy, shaking it fiercely!

“Because of you.”

Chen Yushu remained unmoved, sighing:

“Though all say you’ve shortened your life by cultivating that forbidden art, until I see it with my own eyes, how can I know if the rumors are true?”

“Now, you truly won’t live long—I can finally rest easy.”

Chen Yushu laughed aloud to the heavens:

“Your Dao nature was always superior to mine. If you die, who in all the Nine Provinces and Four Seas can stand against me? Who else could even qualify as my rival, Chen Yushu?”

BOOM!

A thunderous crack split the earth and sky; the surrounding light and phenomena instantly dimmed.

A “Society and Altar of Many Thunder” spiritual form burst forth from Junyao’s body, merging the thousand yin-yang sword lights into one, then surged forward with unstoppable force, shattering the raging sea and charging straight at him!

“Why bother? Even with the Tribulation Immortal Ancestor’s talisman, I can remain here at most a single minute.

Killing me only means one spiritual intent is lost—no real loss.”

Chen Yushu shrugged, dismissing the canopy:

“But since you wish to play, I’ll play with you.”

He swept his sleeves, and behind him, another towering, majestic spiritual form emerged.

In an instant,

The two colossal spiritual forms crashed into each other!

With a sound beyond description,

Clouds and aura vanished for a thousand li, as if heaven itself had shattered—echoes reverberated endlessly, shaking the sea open to unfathomable depths!

…

…

On the blue sea, the gray light formed by Yue You was straining desperately. Hearing the thunderous shock behind him, he grew even more terrified, refusing to look back.

“Bring Chen Hang back to the Primordial Demon Sect alive—if you can’t capture him alive, bring back his corpse?”

Yue You pushed his speed further, recalling Chen Yushu’s earlier telepathic message, puzzled.

“This boy is ordinary—what merit does he have to suddenly draw such attention? Outside the Celestial Cave, with no Heavenly Lord interfering, what threat could he possibly pose?”

Before he could ponder further, Yue You suddenly halted, startled, gazing ahead.

Fifty li ahead,

A young man in green robes bearing an official seal was walking across the waves, his presence so overwhelming that the sea calmed into stillness—eerily terrifying.

“Junyao? You weren’t fighting Yushu—”

Mid-sentence,

Yue You sensed his qi was unnatural—he was clearly only a spiritual body.

“A spiritual body? You dare block me with just a spiritual body? Ridiculous! Ridiculous!”

Yue You sneered, revealing his ten-thousand-zhang Ba She true form, ready to swallow Junyao’s spiritual body whole.

But he reached out, brushed his fingers, and grasped a crimson longsword forged as if from pure red light.

“Yuan Du Sword of Demon-Slaying?!”

Yue You twisted his body mid-motion, desperate to retreat.

Yet in the next instant, a sword light nearly cleaving the celestial dome struck his serpent body, splitting it cleanly in two!

“Is my spiritual body too weak… or is Junyao simply too strong?”

Torrents of blood rained down.

Amid searing pain, a thought flashed through Yue You’s mind:

“Yushu, it seems I won’t be bringing back that Chen Hang after all. Leave it to you to handle him later…”

In his serpent eyes,

Another piercing sword light reappeared clearly.

In an instant, it shattered the thick clouds before it, carrying bone-chilling killing intent, and slashed again!

…

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