Chapter 147: 207, 208. I am Song Cheng, are you looking for me? (Seeking subscriptions)

Song Cheng's original body had already become the Canghai, while his human form had transformed into a stone statue, nurtured in a hidden place within the Canghai, ready to be used again at any time.

Before transmigrating, Song Cheng had known of terms like "Heaven-Man Unity" and "Merging with the Dao," but he had never expected that after transmigrating, he himself would be able to cultivate to this step.

However, despite it being called "Heaven-Man Unity" or "Merging with the Dao," Song Cheng felt it was incredibly strange.

If it were truly that, it should be a very high realm, and it should be merging with the entire Heaven and Earth.

But now, compared to "merging," it felt more like "plundering" to him.

It was as if this Heaven and Earth had already fallen, like the corpse of a giant lying across the void.

And cultivators like him were merely squeezing in front of this giant's corpse, desperately gnawing away at it.

He had occupied this inland sea.

This inland sea was as if it had been stripped away from the Heaven and Earth.

How could this be merging? This was just plundering.

After a moment of thought, Song Cheng felt a sense of gravity regarding this idea, because if "Heaven and Earth are a corpse, and cultivators are maggots," then how desperate must this land be.

At this moment, from afar, a distant thought of contemplation arrived, appearing to be from some Holy Child.

He stopped thinking about those irrelevant things, and his Soul immediately flew out of the Canghai, covering ten thousand miles in an instant, and possessed a body in the distance.

In the Xuanwu Temple, the incense was flourishing, the halls were still new, and the statues of the tortoise and snake remained majestic.

Song Cheng opened his eyes through the body of the Holy Child; what met his gaze were the continuous streams of pilgrims and the fluttering banners—everything seemed to be fine.

But after observing for another moment, he discovered that the pilgrims all wore expressions of panic, far from the composure of a prosperous age.

This Holy Child was a young boy, and there was a young girl beside him.

The girl suddenly saw the boy change, looked at him in astonishment, and was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Song Cheng quickly searched through the Holy Child's memories.

Although it was only a rough overview, in the nearly thirty years since he had left the Imperial Capital, all the major events were presented one by one, finally settling on: "The founding monarch of the Great Song died in battle, the gods of the Molten Empire occupied the Great Song, the Empress Dowager and the Heavenly Son of the Song Dynasty opened the city gates and surrendered, yet that god still kept the Xuanwu Temple and stated clearly that they were waiting for Song Cheng." Now, the Great Song was in a precarious state, because that god seemed to be intentionally indulging the turmoil.

Song Cheng felt cold in his heart and continued to calmly search for the whereabouts of An Jie, Tong Niangzi, and the others, then quickly learned from the Holy Child's mind that "the former Empress Dowager, along with Prince Zhao and others, had disappeared without a trace along with many of the Imperial Court long before the Molten divine blades invaded the Imperial Capital."

This made Song Cheng breathe a slight sigh of relief.

"An Jie and Huazi are indeed vigilant; even with immense wealth before them, they cast it aside as soon as they said they would."

And since ancient times, how many heroes and outstanding figures have become mediocre and incompetent after touching that imperial throne, unable to let go?

That An Chenyu and Zhao Hua could leave just like that showed they truly possessed great wisdom.

For him, the most urgent task was still to find his family, An Chenyu, Tong Niangzi, and the others.

And he firmly believed that if An Chenyu was safe and sound, she would definitely maintain the act of contemplating him, because only in this way would it be possible to see him.

If it were in the past, he would definitely have searched in secret and investigated cautiously, but today, there was no longer any need for that.

From the moment he stepped into the "Earth Grade Grade C" and completely controlled the Mountain and River Seal, many things linked to the mundane world had become simple.

Xiao An died in battle... Ling Xue also died in battle... Then, let blood be repaid with blood.

In the Xuanwu Temple, the Holy Child suddenly fainted in the astonished gaze of the girl beside him, while Song Cheng's Soul had already flown into the sky, instantly arriving above the Imperial Capital, his perception slightly released, covering a thousand miles.

Within a thousand miles, every blade of grass and every tree could not escape his perception.

Data points flashed by rapidly, and finally, Song Cheng locked his gaze onto a "2210~4310."

This data was, in fact, already standard "Mysterious Grade Jiappin" data.

Whoosh! In just an instant, Song Cheng's Soul darted forward, passing through walls, shooting straight toward that data.

String and wind instruments played in a chaotic mix.

Amidst the singing and dancing, a man of a foreign race sat on the Great Song throne, dressed in golden-red royal robes, letting the beautiful concubines beside him serve him, opening his mouth to eat grapes.

On the gorgeous and precious dragon-and-phoenix woven carpet, dancing girls were dancing gracefully.

With every sway and twist, their wasp waists were barely a handful, and their gauze skirts trailed, revealing calves like glistening lotus roots. Their small feet tapped along to the rhythm of the musicians' decadent music.

Below the throne, Song Zhangjian and Ji Youke were only sitting on the side; Song Zhangjian was trembling, and Ji Youke was forcing a smile.

With the country broken, how could the mountains and rivers remain?

Ji Youke had thought that the Molten divine blades would need a "spokesperson" after annexing the Great Song, but she had thought wrong.

The Molten Empire had sent a prince directly to sit on the Great Song throne, and they had directly changed the Great Song's name to the Great Rong.

A short-lived empire, destroyed in just a few decades.

Now, this Great Rong Emperor only ate, drank, and played, because the decree he received from the god was exactly that.

Chaos! The more chaotic, the better!

However, he had to find Song Cheng!

At this time, the Great Rong Emperor looked down with drunken, blurred eyes, sweeping over the Empress Dowager of the previous dynasty.

Although she was already someone's wife, she had once held a high status, and he felt an itch in his belly; he had long wanted to pin this former Empress Dowager under him and toy with her. Unfortunately, there were still quite a few experts in the Ji Family before, and before the experts of the Molten Empire had fully arrived, and before the situation of this empire was completely clear, he had not dared to make a move.

The god did not care about mundane affairs.

If he provoked the Ji Family, he would have to solve it himself; if it reached the point where it needed the god to solve it, he would also be solved.

Besides that, he was also afraid of Song Cheng.

That Song Cheng was, after all, a great power capable of Dharma Heaven and Earth; between such immortals, it was hard to say who would win or lose, but if they wanted to crush him, it would still be very easy.

So for the sake of stability and safety, this Great Rong Emperor had not made a move.

But now... everything had changed.

The many experts of the Molten Empire had all arrived, and Song Cheng had not appeared for so many years, so he felt there was no need to wait any longer. Thus, he swept a drunken, blurred glance at Ji Youke, stood up, clapped his hands, and said: "I hear that Lady Ji is skilled in music and dance; at this time and in this place, why not dance a piece for Us?"

Ji Youke was stunned.

Song Zhangjian beside her raised his head in shock.

Then, anger surged up.

What was his mother's status? How could she dance for others? This cowardly, short-lived emperor, who had not been able to break through the Qi Realm even with the resources of the Song Family, suddenly became angry at this moment. He had been wavering between anger and cowardice all these years, but unfortunately, every time a major event occurred, he would always retreat.

Today, he was just about to rise abruptly, but Ji Youke rose a step before him.

No one knows a son better than his mother.

Ji Youke shot a fierce look at her forty-nine-year-old child, then said in a coquettish voice, "Since His Majesty has such an elegant interest, I shall make a fool of myself."

Saying this, she stepped out from the banquet.

Song Zhangjian's courage vanished under his mother's fierce glare; he lowered his head, not daring to look or speak of how the Molten Divine Blade also possessed strong perception, and during such a royal feast, he would occasionally perceive things, and today he just happened to be perceiving.

Upon seeing this scene, the new god of the Molten Empire shook his head casually.

He actually did not like his descendants to be like this.

Bitter cultivation, quiet cultivation, and the ability to endure loneliness are the mindsets for ascending to the supreme.

These flamboyant temperaments, in what way do they resemble him even a little? And for so many years, Song Cheng had not appeared, which also caused the Molten Divine Blade to begin pondering, "What exactly did Song Cheng go off to do?"

If it weren't for She Yitu of the Wanling Empire pointing out that "Song Cheng hides a great secret and is now wounded," he would not have attacked the Great Song.

Now, nearly twenty years had passed in a flash, and the Molten Divine Blade also began to feel as if he were riding a tiger and unable to get off.

Because he could not find Song Cheng.

And whether "Song Cheng is recuperating" or "has truly gone far from the Great Song to seek opportunities," neither was good news for him.

This meant that he had established a powerful enemy for no reason.

And that powerful enemy would eventually come before him in the future.

However, the Molten Divine Blade was not a hesitant or cowardly person.

Since the grudge had already been formed, he would face it calmly in the future.

'Song Cheng was involved in that great battle, so he must be heavily wounded; therefore, he has gone to recuperate. Then I shall build up my energy and quietly wait for him to recover.'

The Molten Divine Blade stopped looking at worldly affairs and made up his mind.

Although there was no Extinction Land at this time, he had obtained the subsequent cultivation techniques from the "Wanling Empire god She Yitu," so he closed his eyes and began to silently comprehend them.

For a time, the gods had no thoughts.

But the next instant, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a human silhouette standing faintly in the moonlight, staring at him.

The Molten Divine Blade had a flash of inspiration and said, "Song Cheng?"

The silhouette opened its mouth and replied, "It is I."

The voice was formed by the movement of airflow; it was somewhat strange, yet very clear.

This was not a sound produced through a human mouth, but one composed of natural wind.

At this answer, the Molten Divine Blade narrowed his eyes slightly, and then, his gaze became resolute, his lips curled up calmly, and he said, "A Soul possessing a body, yet borrowing the heavens and earth to speak—you truly do have a great secret.

How about this: you hand over the secret, and I will have the Molten Empire withdraw from the Great Song entirely, how about that?

Cultivation is not easy for either of us; it is unknown how many years it takes for a vast imperial dynasty to nurture someone like us.

To die would be a pity.

In the future, you and I might even explore the Dao together. If you think it was excessive for me to kill your son, I can send some descendants for you to kill as well.

If you are unhappy, you can also go to the capital of my Molten Empire and slaughter the city."

Song Cheng asked curiously, "Who told you that I have a secret?"

The Molten Divine Blade did not hide it and said indifferently, "She Yitu, a dying god of the Wanling Empire."

Song Cheng said, "I do have a secret."

The Molten Divine Blade nodded slightly with great poise, not surprised.

Song Cheng sighed, "Come and try to take it."

The Molten Divine Blade did not know why he sighed, but he did not care; he was just stunned for a moment, then smiled indifferently, "Very well, if you dare to give it, I will take it."

Song Cheng said no more and raised his hand in a beckoning gesture; the void suddenly produced ripples, which were then crushed, and amidst the fragmentation, one black and one white, like two-tailed fish, swam out, then intertwined into a black and white seal that looked plain and unremarkable but was coiled with an indescribable ancient aura and dense with majestic power.

The seal is a seal, and it is also a sea.

Mortals looking at it cannot see the seal at all, but can only see the Canghai.

Yet the vast Canghai was compressed into a square inch of space.

How could this be so unimaginable, so hard to accept? Therefore, even if an ordinary person just took one look at this seal, they might suffer from a swollen head and unbearable pain because they could not comprehend it.

The Molten Divine Blade was not an ordinary person, but he also saw the extraordinary nature of this seal.

Song Cheng tossed it casually, and the Mountain and River Seal floated in mid-air.

The Molten Divine Blade gritted his teeth.

Crack. Crack-crack-crack. He dared not be negligent; his figure swelled and shot up, bursting through the cultivation chamber, the roof tiles flying away with a boom, and the Great Rong Emperor, the experts of the Molten Empire, including Ji Youke, Song Zhangjian, and others in the distance where there was singing and dancing, were all stunned.

It was not clear who shouted "The god is showing his power," but the crowd quickly left the palace and came outside.

They saw that in a quiet part of the Great Rong Gugong, a god with awe-inspiring power, using Dharma Heaven and Earth, rising over several hundred zhang, stood up from the ground and reached into the clouds, able to scoop up the bright moon and pluck the stars with a wave of his hand.

The crowd did not know why the god had suddenly shown his power and knelt down in great awe. Amidst the flying bricks, tiles, glazed glass, and giant rocks and rockeries, Song Cheng suddenly flew up and landed on a giant rock at a high point.

That giant rock suddenly froze in mid-air and miraculously stopped falling.

One who holds the Mountain and River Seal, even if not in their own mountain and river territory, finds it extremely easy to control everything in this "world of the body"... If the giant rock had feelings, it would feel as if it had been gripped by a power from a deeper world.

That power is invisible to ordinary people.

Song Cheng stood on the giant rock with his hands behind his back, watching calmly.

The Molten Divine Blade reached out with a large hand and grabbed fiercely, pressing toward the Mountain and River Seal.

He did not know what this was, but it clearly looked like a treasure.

Since it was a treasure, even if there were traps, what did he have to fear in taking it? "Bring it here!!"

The angry roar was like a thunderclap, tearing through the eardrums of everyone in the Imperial Capital.

The five fingers of the large hand spread open and then gripped tightly toward the Mountain and River Seal again.

'Got it!'

Blazing Fire Divine Peak felt a surge of joy in his heart.

But the next instant, intense horror struck the heart of this invading god from the Molten Empire, and a strange sensation of splitting erupted from his palm.

Crash!! The palm of the Dharma Heaven and Earth cracked.

"How—"

Crash!

The arm cracked as well, then extended to the shoulder and torso at a speed visible to the naked eye! In the blink of an eye, the hundreds-of-zhang-tall Dharma Heaven and Earth giant was covered in cracks, like a clay figurine left out in the wind and sun.

Except for the head—the head was where the soul resided, the strongest part of any powerhouse.

The moment he realized his body was shattering, Blazing Fire Divine Peak was deeply shocked but reacted quickly; he had no time to ask questions and hurriedly sent his soul out, abandoning his original body.

At this level, possession was no longer limited to one or two attempts; he could just change bodies again and endure the cultivation once more.

It was a pity that even if he started over, it would take at least several hundred years to reach his current level again.

The shattered flesh wrapped around the Black and White Seal.

An ant trying to shake a tree, how could he be so overestimating his own strength? Song Cheng flew up casually, grabbed the seal, fixed his gaze on Blazing Fire Divine Peak, and pressed down lightly.

With this press, the soul that had just flown out felt as if it had been struck by lightning; it shattered completely, crumbling from the level of "Soul" all the way down to the level of "Reappearance World." Whether it existed or not, at this moment, Blazing Fire Divine Peak suffered a terrifying blow across the five levels of "Body, Soul, Dream, Domain, and Reappearance," and his traces were rapidly erased.

Blazing Fire Divine Peak, dead!! Song Cheng put away the seal, watched the flesh of the Dharma Heaven and Earth falling like rain, and murmured, "Actually, you have a point; cultivating to this level is truly not easy. Only those who have reached your and my realm can understand this."

"But since you and I have become such enemies, I have no choice but to kill you."

"You really shouldn't have forgotten that the higher one climbs, the more cautious one must be."

"Because if a mortal loses, they can still reincarnate, but at your level... once you die, there is not even a next life."

"I, too, should take this as a warning."

This was the reason he had sighed just now.

After killing Blazing Fire Divine Peak with a casual wave, Song Cheng looked down at the many people at his feet.

Those who held high positions and great power in the mortal world felt the flesh falling like rain from the sky, witnessed the miserable death of their own god with their own eyes, and then heard the terrifyingly immense silhouette high above say indifferently, "I am Song Cheng. Are you looking for me?"

Sss... sss... It was as if the pressure of the mountains and rivers descended from above; the GreatRongDynasty Emperor, who bore the brunt of it, suddenly soaked his pants. For a Mountain and River Lord, changing a dynasty was truly extremely easy.

If he were the mountains and rivers, then the dynasty was nothing more than a nest of ants on the back of his hand.

In his view, the fighting between factions was just ants fighting.

A Mountain and River Lord had thousands of ways to control a dynasty, because the two sides were far from being on the same level.

With the death of Blazing Fire Divine Peak, the so-called Great Rong Dynasty was quickly brought under Song Cheng's control.

Without a single obstacle, without a single difficulty.

The medicine-men loyal to Song Cheng took their positions one by one.

As for Ji Youke and Song Zhangjian, Song Cheng was thoroughly disappointed, although he hadn't held much hope for them from the start. However, he did not intend to deal with the two of them himself, but rather planned to hand them over to An Jie.

Song Cheng spent time sensing the locations of An Jie and Tong Niangzi. He firmly believed that An Jie and the others would certainly contemplate him often.

Sure enough, not long after, he felt a faint and familiar contemplation.

In an underground secret chamber of the Yin Gui Society, An Chenyu, wearing a red-trimmed black robe with a flower-shaped mark on her forehead, was burning incense and praying, silently chanting before a portrait of the Xuanwu Emperor. After she finished, she suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"An Jie, you have suffered."

The explosion of this voice startled An Chenyu. Just as she was about to draw her blade, she realized the voice was quite familiar. She turned her head and saw a young man's body, gathered from the dust and leaves of various worlds, leaning against the door frame and smiling at her.

The air composed his voice, and it issued forth naturally.

"Husband..."

"It is me. I have broken through."

"The Imperial Capital..."

"Blazing Fire Divine Peak has been killed by me, and the Imperial Capital has been taken back."

"..."

An Chenyu fell silent.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect the neighboring country to invade suddenly," Song Cheng said. "This time, I will walk through this continent carefully and will not let you encounter any danger again."

"Is A Ting doing well?" An Chenyu asked.

Song Cheng said, "Everything is normal. If there are no accidents, you might even be able to eat the Flat Peach that A Ting condenses. But I'm afraid it will take another hundred years."

An Chenyu immediately revealed a smile.

Even if she was obsessed with power, A Ting was ultimately her only daughter. Having not seen her for so many years, how could she not miss her? It was just that she had to bury it all.

Song Cheng said, "Shall we return to the Imperial Capital?"

An Chenyu shook her head and said, "Husband, we thought for a long time after fleeing the Imperial Capital... Let the Great Song perish if it must."

"Watching quietly from behind the scenes is far better than being on the front stage."

"Being on the front stage requires enduring crises from unknown sources, but behind the scenes, there is a buffer. I plan to build another small force, secretly control the Yin Gui Society, and then let the Yin Gui Society secretly manipulate the dynasty."

Song Cheng smiled.

As expected of An Jie; after experiencing a danger, she began thinking about becoming "the behind-the-scenes of the behind-the-scenes of the behind-the-scenes."

Following An Jie's line of thought, Song Cheng suspected that the "behind-the-scenes" buff might be stacked many layers deep.

"Go see Jia Er, and Xiao An..."

"I know about Xiao An's matter. This affair might not be over yet. When you are all safe, I still need to make a trip to the Wanling Empire."

An Chenyu really wanted to ask what he was going to the Wanling Empire for, but as the words reached her lips, she saw that her husband, whom she hadn't seen in nearly thirty years, was now full of "divinity." Even though his words and attitude remained the same, the power naturally radiating from him made her feel a deep sense of alienation.

A person is a person.

A god is a god.

Man and god are not a match; even if they are together, they cannot talk to each other. So, she suddenly stopped asking.

She knew that this "god named Song Cheng," after going through this event, would always resolve everything, so why should she ask more?

"There is a god in the Wanling Empire called She Yitu; the Molten God-Blade only came over because he incited him."

"I want to go see what exactly She Yitu is trying to do."

Before An Chenyu could ask, Song Cheng continued on his own, "If it were an ordinary person, I would think he wanted to avenge the Great Song's invasion, but..."

Song Cheng recalled the Molten God-Blade's indifferent voice.

————If you think it was excessive for me to kill your son, I will send you some descendants to kill as well. If you are unhappy, you may go to the capital of my Molten Empire and slaughter the city. ————

"A god like that would never care about his territory being invaded or his offspring being slaughtered."

"I am going there also to figure out what exactly She Yitu is trying to do."

An Chenyu listened in astonishment to his self-initiated "honesty."

Suddenly, she realized something.

Song Cheng's cultivation speed was too fast, so fast that those of them who were his immediate family were still around, which was why a god like Song Cheng still cared deeply about his "juniors."

But if one day, Song Cheng were to become like the Molten God-Blade or that She Yitu, with no kin left to accompany him, then... his "divinity" would no longer be tethered by any "humanity anchors."

Sensing An Chenyu's silence, Song Cheng suddenly fell silent as well.

He was sharp-minded; how could he not understand what An Jie was thinking?

So, had he drifted away from humanity for too long? Humans have seven emotions and six desires, but he had been obsessed with cultivation for far, far too long.

'Sweep this continent thoroughly, eliminate all dangers, and then I will relax a little.'

Song Cheng thought to himself.

"What about Tong Niangzi? I will go find her."

"Mm, husband, follow me."

The two went out the door.

Outside the door stood a young girl in black robes, cold and sharp, holding a blade. Seeing movement inside the room, she turned her head to see An Chenyu, called out "Foster Mother," and then looked at Song Cheng with curiosity.

A person made of dust and leaves like this—anyone who saw him would take a few extra looks.

An Chenyu said, "Little Yuan, go down first. You don't need to follow me today."

"Yes, Foster Mother." The black-robed girl did not say more, nor did she look at Song Cheng again, and left with her head bowed.

After she had gone far away, An Chenyu said, "This child is an orphan named Lin Yuan. She worked very hard after joining the Yin Gui Society and had great talent for martial arts. She carved out a bloody path and was finally noticed by me... I felt a connection with her, so I took her as my foster daughter. Now she is called An Linyuan."

Song Cheng nodded gently.

He knew that An Jie had lost her daughter so many years ago; this was a displacement of affection.

"Since An Jie has adopted a foster daughter, she is also my foster daughter."

"In a while, call her over... I want to see her blade technique."

"Little Yuan will definitely be very happy." An Jie smiled elegantly, the flower-shaped mark on her forehead blood-red. After the event of the "fall of the Great Song," this Empress Dowager looked more and more like the "female villain boss in the martial arts novels of Song Cheng's memory."

"The Molten God-Blade is dead..."

In the Wanling Empire, She Yitu let out a faint sigh, yet also felt anticipation, because this proved his hypothesis: the god in the neighboring country named Song Cheng was extremely special.

Perhaps there were some things he could entrust to him... "It is time to set off." A calm voice of a woman, soft but not seductive, carrying a natural air of superiority, came, "You should know that your time is running out. If you do not deal with it, you will become part of the Chaos Land and become a Lost Spirit."

"I ask Senior Sister to wait a little longer. At the latest, in a few months, there will certainly be a conclusion," She Yitu said respectfully.

"Are you waiting for Song Cheng?"

"Yes."

"A junior, and you still want to entrust your affairs to him." The woman's indifference carried an invisible disdain and judgment, then she added, "Forget it. A few months is but a snap of the fingers. Your cultivation has not been easy, and with your time nearing its end, waiting a while is fine."

(End of chapter)