105: Chapter 105 On Blue Star, mortals are all gods and demons! The Realm King can't sit still any longer!

On the Star River Great Path leading from the Shattered Star Sea to Blue Star.

Jiang Kunlun leaned on his brand-new Ancient War Spear, walking as if he were stepping on cotton; his entire being felt like it was floating.

Not just him, but Ji Xuance beside him, and even the Mother of Humanity, Nuwa, were all in a dazed state of mental shutdown.

Just a few minutes ago, Jiang Feng's illogical 'Ten-Thousand-Fold Return' had directly infused this group of remnant souls—who should have been at death's door—into high-dimensional lifeforms.

This wasn't just healing injuries; this was using extremely crude physical means to punch right through the upper limits of their original cultivation realms on the spot!

Jiang Kunlun swallowed hard, feeling the surging source power within his body.

Twenty thousand years of desperate defense, fighting for his life every day against the shadow of the World King, and today felt like a bizarre, beautiful dream.

The bit of providence this junior leaked from the gaps of his fingernails was hundreds of millions of times more terrifying than his twenty thousand years of bitter cultivation.

Buzz—

Crossing the spatial boundary membrane, the group officially descended upon Blue Star.

Or rather, it should now be called the Blue Star Stellar Sector Continent.

Just as they landed on the streets of the original site of Dongjiang City, Jiang Kunlun's breath hitched.

An Eight-Armed Demonic Ape, shrouded in dark red baleful aura, was roaring as it squeezed out of a spatial rift.

This was a remnant Lv600 high-tier elite monster from the fusion of the Demon Realm World.

On the Blue Star before the fusion of the two worlds, a monster of this level could easily annihilate a superpower just by running wild.

"Sages, be careful!" Jiang Kunlun instinctively raised his long spear.

At that moment, a middle-aged woman carrying a cloth bag walked out of a roadside vegetable market.

The woman didn't even look at the demonic ape; she casually pulled a head of Chinese cabbage from her bag and flicked her wrist.

Boom!

The surface of the cabbage was instantly coated with an outrageously dense amount of World Essence Power.

A dull explosion erupted.

That Eight-Armed Demonic Ape, with a body like a mountain and the power to destroy superpowers at will, was actually struck so hard by an ordinary cabbage that its bones and flesh shattered, instantly evaporating into a cloud of void currents.

The woman calmly walked over, picking out a few gold coins and a purple-glowing bracer from the pool of blood.

A golden light flashed over her body.

[Ding! You have killed a Lv600 Eight-Armed Demonic Ape. Level increased to Lv450!]

The woman stuffed the bracer into her pocket and turned to shout at the meat stall owner, "Give me these ribs for two bucks cheaper, or I'm going to the supermarket across the street!"

Jiang Kunlun's hand holding the spear froze completely in mid-air.

His lips trembled for a long time before he squeezed a dry, dream-like sentence from his throat: "My perspective was too narrow... the 'mortals' of Blue Star have actually reached such an absurd level?"

Lao Xiao's clone stood nearby with his hands behind his back, chin tilted slightly, acting as a narrator with a face full of superiority.

"Ancestors, please don't laugh at us."

Lao Xiao scratched his head, looking accustomed to it. "Ever since the Divine Venerable shattered the old Heavenly Dao and reset the new laws, our Huaxia territory has long since become a max-level experience server where everyone has ascended."

He curled his lip, his tone reaching the pinnacle of humble-bragging:

"Never mind slaying demons; even an elementary schooler jumping rope on the street can level up two hundred times just by stepping on an ant! This kind of scene is just basic operation. Everyone, sit down, don't make a fuss!"

Ji Xuance, Jiang Kunlun, and the hundreds of Huaxia Sages who had fought through the ages looked at each other on the spot, completely stunned.

They had fought for twenty thousand years, bleeding across the heavens and risking their lives just to gain half a realm of cultivation.

After working so hard to cultivate for so long, they weren't even as fast at leveling up as a Blue Star elementary student!

An utterly absurd thought rose in the hearts of all the Sages simultaneously:

What on earth have we been busy with for these twenty thousand years?

It... it was too not worth it!

Not long after, Jiang Feng led everyone through the 'Shrinking Ground to an Inch' technique, landing directly in the Tianshu Dragon Garden.

Jiang Jianguo and Liu Cuilan were watering flowers in the yard and turned around when they heard the commotion.

"Dad, Mom. I've brought the ancestors back." Jiang Feng pointed to Nuwa and the others behind him.

Jiang Kunlun and Nuwa were about to offer their respects, but their feet seemed welded to the ground.

They realized with horror that this middle-aged couple, wearing old undershirts and aprons, possessed terrifying four-dimensional attributes reaching the 'trillion' level dormant within their bodies!

This was precisely the 'aftereffect' of Jiang Feng giving the two elders the hongmeng creation star fruit to eat as snacks.

Dignified ancient gods of Huaxia were shaken by the pressure unintentionally emitted by this ordinary couple, to the point where they had to breathe carefully.

"Oh, so these are the ancestors! Come in, come in!"

Jiang Jianguo greeted them warmly, casually pulling a pack of Huazi cigarettes from his pocket, taking one out to hand to Jiang Kunlun, and even familiarly patting him on the shoulder.

"Old Jiang, right? Here, have a Huazi. Guarding the borders out there all these years, you've suffered, brother."

Jiang Kunlun, whose shoulder stung from the slap, took the cigarette with trembling hands, cold sweat pouring down.

Having lived for countless eons, this was the first time he'd been called 'Old Jiang' by a mortal, yet this mortal could crush him with a single finger.

"No... no suffering. Serving the people." Jiang Kunlun stood straight as a board, like an elementary student being lectured by a principal.

On the other side, Liu Cuilan directly grabbed Nuwa's hand, looking her up and down with eyes shining.

"Oh, this little sister is so pretty. The fabric of your five-colored clothes is really nice, and it makes you look slim. Which livestream room did you buy it from? Send me a link."

Nuwa, the Mother of Huaxia with a human head and snake body, was so embarrassed her hands twisted into a knot in front of her, and her tail swept back and forth on the ground with nowhere to go.

After a long pause, she blushed and squeezed out: "Sister-in-law... this, this was transformed from Heaven-Mending Stones, it doesn't come with free shipping..."

Seeing the ancestors rendered helpless by the old couple, Jiang Feng suppressed a smile and brought the topic back on track.

He took the World King's ledger handed over by Nuwa.

The high-dimensional secret scroll, crushed and reorganized, floated in mid-air, transforming into a dense star map.

Nuwa looked at the completely darkened coordinates in the star map, her eyes reddening, her voice tinged with sorrow.

"Cangling Realm, Red Flame Star... these were all close friends who fought the World King with me back then.

Their planes have actually all had their source essence drained by the World King, refined into dregs."

Coldness flickered in Jiang Feng's eyes.

The World King's vampiric style of treating the myriad worlds like an orchard really made his hands itch to strike.

"Old debts will be settled sooner or later, let's talk about matters at home first."

Jiang Feng glanced at the Sages. "It wasn't easy for the ancestors to return home; you need official titles to settle down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the hulking Li Hu lunged forward with a howl.

He tightly hugged the golden plaque engraved with 'Tiangang First Seat · World-Suppressing War God', his face full of vigilance: "Godfather! This position was granted to me by your golden words! It's fine that the ancestors are back, but you can't discard me and take away my stable job!"

Jiang Kunlun and the others couldn't help but laugh.

Nuwa shook her head and said gently: "It is already a great fortune for our remnant bodies to see our homeland again; how could we dare covet divine positions? Moreover, this Investiture of Gods is the core law of heaven and earth. Back in my prime, I couldn't create extra divine positions either."

Jiang Feng's tone was flat as he spoke slowly:

"The reason the ancestors couldn't do it back then was due to the limitations of the laws of heaven and earth at that time.

Now that the Heavenly Dao has changed and the rules are set by me, I can naturally do what couldn't be done back then."

Immediately following that, with a thought from Jiang Feng, the will in his mind expanded explosively.

Basic six-dimensional attributes reaching hundreds of quintillions operated at full power, combined with that suffocating absolute multiplier of over a hundred million times, he was like an invincible hydraulic press suppressing the ages.

In just an instant, the laws of the Heavenly Dao above the Tianshu Dragon Garden were forcibly crushed into powder.

Jiang Feng reached into the void and directly pulled a large mass of blinding Hongmeng Purple Qi from the foundation of the universe.

Under everyone's gaze—as if they were looking at a god—his hands were like someone kneading dough, forcibly flattening and rounding this mass of Hongmeng Purple Qi, violently slicing it apart.

There were no flashy ceremonies; it was purely a dimensional strike from a numerical monster.

After just a few breaths.

Over a dozen purple-gold tokens, flowing with an ancient and desolate aura and of a grade far surpassing the Tiangang and Disha, floated in mid-air.

"Ancient Primordial Divine Positions, hand-crafted by me. Although they're a bit crude, they're barely usable."

Jiang Feng flicked his finger, and the dozen tokens turned into streaks of light, slamming directly into the foreheads of Nuwa, Jiang Kunlun, and the other Sages.

Boom!

The Great Dao's rhythmic tones exploded in the ancestors' minds simultaneously.

Not only did they obtain Ancient Divine Authority that stood above all gods, but their lifespans and providence were also directly and firmly bound to this stellar sector.

Immortal and indestructible, their lives coexisting with heaven and earth.

This scene, along with the will of the new Heavenly Dao, Long Nü, transformed into a grand light and shadow millions of feet high, projected without reservation onto the global sky!

...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean.

On a Western wasteland rejected by World Essence.

Countless blonde-haired, blue-eyed refugees lay on the cracked ground, staring at the ancient Huaxia gods being invested on the sky screen, their eyes bloodshot with envy.

"Heavens, why do we have no ancestors descending? Why can we only eat dirt?!"

A white old man laughed madly and miserably: "Fortunately we don't have ancestors! If our ancestors saw our pathetic, tail-wagging state, they'd probably personally descend divine punishment to strangle us!"

Several Western hundred-level Awakened ones couldn't stand the disparity and rushed like madmen toward the Huaxia district barrier, kneeling and kowtowing frantically.

"Great Huaxia Deities! Take us in! We are willing to be the lowest slaves!"

Above the firmament, the phantom of a ten-thousand-foot Ancestral Dragon coldly poked half a head out.

"Boom-crack!"

A bolt of crimson Heavenly Dao Divine Lightning fell, yet it didn't take their lives; it merely transformed into a violent pressure that slammed into them.

The several defectors instantly suffered broken bones and splattered blood, being violently blown away and crashing pathetically back into the Western wasteland, never daring to approach again.

From the clouds came Long Nü's innocent yet cold voice:

"The likes of you think you're worthy of approaching Huaxia? Scram, don't even think about touching a shred of our providence."

...

At the same time.

In the deepest part of the universe across countless dimensions, the Immeasurable Holy Mountain.

The World King's Divine Hall, cast from tens of thousands of broken galaxy cores, was outrageously silent.

Upon the throne, the World King Cang Yuan, shrouded year-round in chaotic currents, had a gaze that pierced through the chaos, reflecting the birth and death of countless universes.

"The karma line of the Lingxiao Heavenly Court is broken. The decree I left there has been swallowed whole."

Cang Yuan's voice held no rage, only extremely cold logic.

At his level, emotions had long since become dispensable waste.

"To be able to erase the karma of a peak World Lord in an instant, and even ignore my Law Interdiction..."

Cang Yuan's knuckles lightly tapped the throne. "The variables nurtured by this Blue Star, which should have been medicinal dregs, no longer belong to the jurisdiction of the 'Mortal Realm'."

He slowly stood up.

With just one movement, the gravity field inside the hall—over a hundred million times normal—instantly went berserk, crushing the surrounding space into countless tiny black holes.

"If sending dogs to bite doesn't work, then I shall personally go and pluck this thorny fruit."

Cang Yuan did not hesitate; his right hand, joined like a blade, slashed fiercely at his own forehead!

"Screech—"

A series of tooth-aching sounds of soul-tearing rang out.

A Dao Body, shrouded in an aura of annihilation and with a face identical to Cang Yuan's, was forcibly stripped away.

This wasn't some low-quality divine sense clone used for scouting, but a Supreme Dao Body containing source laws and sixty percent of his foundation!

Level: 380,000!

Realm: Half-step Heavenly Venerable, Void-level peak combat power!

...

The moment the Dao Body appeared, dozens of massive nebulae floating outside the hall were instantly shaken into cosmic dust by the leaking pressure.

Below the steps, the World King's messenger, Mo Yuan, trembled all over and immediately slammed his head hard against the ground.

"I congratulate my Lord on his personal expedition! Level the ants of the lower realm and manifest the divine might of our Holy Mountain!" Mo Yuan's voice was filled with utmost humility and fanaticism.

However, in a blind spot where Cang Yuan couldn't see.

On Mo Yuan's face, which was pressed against the ground, the humility instantly faded, and the corners of his mouth curled into a malicious sneer exclusive to backstabbers.

He sneered wildly in his heart: Go on, Cang Yuan. Go and clash with that numerical monster that even I can't understand, the one who makes no sense at all.

You've occupied the peak throne of the Immeasurable Holy Mountain for so many years... you, this blocking stepping stone, are finally about to be cleared away.