Chapter 12: Chen Xing: I Can Do It!

Blood Sea Mansion.

Xiang Xuanqing sat beside the Blood Pool, chatting idly with Ming He.

“You mean your ability to forge the Blood God Child is closely tied to that pill last time that nearly killed you?”

Xiang Xuanqing looked at Ming He with a strange expression.

“Can’t say it nearly killed me.”

Ming He felt he needed to prove the vitality of primordial deities.

He explained: “After all, though I shattered into four hundred eighty million pieces, I never faced mortal peril—only a rather messy spectacle.”

Xiang Xuanqing had nothing to say.

If the victim himself thinks it’s fine, what more can he say?

Ming He even felt grateful to Jing Yao: “All in all, the pill Jing Yao Dao You crafted had some side effects, but overall, his skill was still impressive.”

Ming He directly named Jing Yao’s alias; Xiang Xuanqing showed no reaction whatsoever.

The two had long since exchanged identities.

Back when the Taiwei Yuan was first formed, right after the meeting ended, Ming He returned straight to Luo Feng Mountain and revealed his identity to Xiang Xuanqing.

He never once considered hiding it from his best brother.

That had left Xiang Xuanqing both amused and exasperated.

I hadn’t even started guessing, and you just self-exposed offline—now I’m the one feeling awkward!

“About this divine technique, here’s my thought: I plan to separate my primordial true spirit from my own soul, temporarily dividing it into two hundred million fragments, then combine them with Blood Sea essence to fuse a Dao Body…”

Ming He further explained to Xiang Xuanqing his next-stage advancement plan for the Blood God Child.

The primordial true spirit is the foundation of primordial deities.

As long as the primordial true spirit endures, the deity shall be immortal.

Yet Ming He now proposed slicing his true spirit into two hundred million pieces!

Xiang Xuanqing didn’t react with surprise or opposition.

Instead, he lowered his head, calculating the feasibility of the plan.

“What do you think?” Ming He’s eyes held quiet anticipation.

After a long silence, Xiang Xuanqing lifted his head.

“Wait a moment.”

He turned and vanished.

When he reappeared, Xiang Xuanqing held three peaches in his hand.

“Plucked from the Divine Peach Tree?” Ming He raised an eyebrow.

He had seen that primordial spiritual root during his last visit to the Underworld.

Xiang Xuanqing nodded, speaking succinctly: “One peach is enough to repair damage from soul fragmentation.”

“And this.”

Xiang Xuanqing pulled out a pill from his sleeve: “Last time I opened the wrong door and ended up in Jing Yao’s pill furnace—so I took this from Jing Yao Dao You by accident.”

After all, Jing Yao was going to send it to Ming He anyway.

Earlier, Xiang Xuanqing had worried Ming He might suffer ill effects from consuming it; now it seemed the outcome was still a mix of fortune and misfortune.

“Thousand Spirits, Ten Thousand Transformations, Supreme Great Soul Pill,” Xiang Xuanqing repeated the pill’s name.

“Jing Yao said ‘Thousand Spirits, Ten Thousand Transformations’ describes the pill’s effect. I just ran the calculations—the true spirit will undoubtedly split directly upon consumption.”

“If you survive the first wave, the rest becomes much simpler—perfect for your situation.”

Upon hearing this, Ming He quickly reached out to take it.

He laughed: “How convenient!”

“Don’t eat it yet!”

Xiang Xuanqing warned, “Wait until you’ve fully assimilated the Karma Fire Lotus!”

“Of course, of course!” Ming He understood priorities well, chuckling as he tucked it away.

The Mother River of Time and Space.

Chen Xing Shangzun sat restlessly aboard the Boat of Passage.

The Ferryman had already informed Chen Xing Shangzun of the possibility that demonic gods might be smuggling themselves across.

This sent his mood spiraling into unease.

Just escaped Luo Hou Dao You ’s grasp, only to face an unknown threat—Chen Xing Shangzun wondered if he’d been possessed by Xu Yao Shangzun lately.

“Dao You , perhaps I should just return first.”

“Aren’t you here to comprehend the Dao of Time? Are you leaving so soon?” The black boat drifted upon the endless river as the Ferryman rowed, gazing into the distance.

Chen Xing Shangzun nodded vigorously: “I’ve gained enough this time—perfect to return and digest it for a while.”

The Ferryman didn’t turn around: “Not worried about Luo Hou Dao You anymore?”

“Not worried at all! With the bond between me and Luo Hou Dao You , this isn’t even an issue!” Chen Xing Shangzun kept his expression calm.

Bonds forged through combat are still bonds!

Besides, with Chen Xing Shangzun’s other Dao Bodies now fully obliterated, the matter is essentially closed in Luo Hou’s eyes.

Yet now, the terrifying prospect of an unknown demonic god from the dawn of creation appearing before him left Chen Xing Shangzun deeply uneasy.

He felt staying any longer in the Mother River of Time and Space was asking for trouble.

The Ferryman understood.

He didn’t stop him, but asked: “Shall I help you return?”

“No need to trouble Dao You ,” Chen Xing Shangzun replied—he was a frequent traveler along the River of Time; returning to the correct moment was simple.

Standing at the bow, he confidently stepped forward.

“Hey, Dao You —” The Ferryman was about to call out.

SPLASH!!

A splash echoed.

Water sprayed; Chen Xing sank to the bottom.

“I… gurgle gurgle~~”

The effect of Meng Potang still lingered—Chen Xing Shangzun had forgotten he hadn’t yet transcended.

The Ferryman watched Chen Xing Shangzun vanish swiftly.

He murmured uncertainly: “He should make it back safely, right?”

Just now, Chen Xing hadn’t successfully transformed into a Time-Space Fish…

(End of Chapter)