346: Chapter 346 The play should come to an end.

Her aura had already firmly stepped into the Peak of the Golden Core Late Stage, the first realm of cultivation!

The Spiritual Qi around her body was as solid as if cast in metal, and as her Dantian surged, there were faint signs of a Nascent Soul stirring—only half a step away from condensing a Nascent Soul and stepping into the fourth realm of cultivation!

One must know, this was only the result of her initial Fusion with the Origin of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, without any System-based cultivation or having refined even a fraction of the Origin power!

This talent, this Foundation—looking across the entire Eastern Region, it was unprecedented in history!

"Revered Master..." Luo Xiaojiu gently parted her red lips. Her voice carried a hoarseness born from experiencing a life-and-death transformation, yet it was also wrapped in uncontrollable excitement and gratitude.

The end of her words trembled slightly, her clear eyes quietly reddening, crystalline moisture swirling at the bottom of her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Chu Changsheng merely nodded slightly.

His peerlessly handsome face showed no excessive praise, as if this Awakening of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body and the progress to a half-step Nascent Soul were only natural and not worth mentioning.

His brows and eyes remained indifferent, like ancient cold Peaks, covered in a layer of unmelting chill.

"The Awakening of the Sacred Body is merely the beginning of the path of cultivation."

His voice was flat, without waves, revealing no joy or anger, yet carrying an unquestionable majesty. "Your internal Legacy is cluttered, and the Origin power of your Desolate Ancient Sacred Body conflicts and repels the mundane Cultivation Technique you practiced before—you need to sort and conduct Fusion as soon as possible to solidify your Dao Foundation. Do not let the sudden surge in power make you arrogant or impatient, which would ruin your future path."

As the words fell, he raised his hand slightly and beckoned into the Void Realm.

Hum—

A low and ancient hum slowly sounded from the Void Realm.

This simple, unadorned bronze carriage appeared in front of them silently, as if it had driven out from ancient times.

The carriage body was engraved with complex and twisted ancient runes, with faint black Spiritual Qi flowing through them, and the sound of the Great Dao faintly chanting.

Four Dragon horses condensed from Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi stood with their heads held high—dragon heads and horse bodies, their scales and claws shining, their eyes calm as pools, exuding a supreme majesty that looked down upon the world.

Even the ground they stood on rippled with layers of Spiritual Qi.

"This place is not suitable for staying long; follow your Revered Master back to the Sect."

Luo Xiaojiu nodded heavily, her eyes filled with adoration and awe.

This sense of power born from the Awakening of the Sacred Body turned into pure reverence when facing Chu Changsheng.

She obediently walked toward the carriage—after this earth-shattering life-and-death transformation, this mysterious and powerful Revered Master was, in her heart, an existence no different from a deity of Heaven and Earth.

He was her salvation in a desperate situation, the only lighthouse on her path of cultivation.

Just as Chu Changsheng also lifted his foot to board the carriage—

His footsteps paused slightly.

He did not turn his head, but his ink-colored gaze swept lightly over a shadow not far away.

That shadow blended perfectly with the night, as thick as ink—even if a half-step Saint arrived in person, they would find it hard to detect the slightest anomaly, as if it were a part of the night itself.

"You have watched for so long; the show should also come to an end."

The cold voice, like a night breeze brushing over a thousand-year-old ice surface, carried a trace of indifferent chill and drifted lightly into the night—yet it caused that shadow to instantly freeze.

Before the words finished falling, Chu Changsheng curled his index finger and flicked it lightly toward the seemingly empty shadow.

Swoosh—

A trace of imperceptible breeze rippled from his fingertips, silent and soundless, like a spring breeze brushing against a willow, gently sweeping over that thick black shadow.

"Puff."

A very light muffled sound, like a bubble suddenly bursting in still water—in this extremely silent night, it was piercingly clear.

The next moment, that shadow twisted violently!

Waves of black Qi churned and collapsed, and an illusory figure that almost merged with the darkness staggered and appeared!

This figure was pitch black as ink, with only a pair of eyes flashing with ghostly green cold light.

At this moment, that cold light was filled with boundless horror and disbelief—as if it had seen the most incredible sight in the world!

He opened his mouth, and a wheezing sound rolled out of his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't even make a complete sound.

His body became transparent and thin at a speed visible to the naked eye—like a punctured phantom, eventually turning into dots of black Qi and completely dissipating in the cool night breeze.

Not even a fragment of his Divine Soul or a wisp of his Origin aura remained—as if he had never existed in this world.

This was a top powerhouse of the Shadow Clan!

The Shadow Clan was born to control shadows and was skilled in concealment and stealth techniques—even the Saints who had fled earlier had not noticed that such a peeper was hidden in this world.

He had originally wanted to use his innate Divine Ability to secretly spy on the supreme secret of the Sacred Body's Awakening, seeking to ascend to the sky in one step and break through the Great Dao—but in the end, he could not escape Chu Changsheng's perception and ended up with his Divine Soul destroyed.

At this point, all the peepers hiding in the dark had either fled or died. This mountain wilderness, which had experienced the collapse of the Heavenly Tribulation and the Awakening of the Sacred Body, was finally truly quiet.

Chu Changsheng did not linger, stepped onto the bronze carriage, his clothes fluttering lightly, without a hint of worldly aura. Luo Xiaojiu followed closely behind, moving with light steps, and stepped into the carriage.

The bronze carriage started slowly.

The four Dragon horses neighed, their voices shaking the Nine Heavens but condensed without releasing—when they stepped through the Void Realm, they did not make a single sound.

The carriage rolled over the night, turning into a pale golden stream of light, silently shuttling between Heaven and Earth, and finally disappeared at the end of the vast night sky.

Only leaving this mountain wilderness, under the cold moonlight, quietly sorting out the aftermath of this earth-shattering change, slowly recovering its past tranquility.

However—

No one knew that everything that happened in this mountain wilderness tonight was destined to be a super storm that would sweep across the entire Eastern Region, and even shock the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands and even more distant outer regions, spreading at an incredible speed in the cultivation world!

The name of Chu Changsheng resounded through Heaven and Earth once again!

The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body reappeared in the world, shaking the Three Realms!

An Immortal dispelled the Heavenly Tribulation with a single finger, startling the ages...

Countless pieces of news that were enough to subvert the cognition of the cultivation world and shock the spirits of all domains would explode like thunder—spreading layer by layer in the Eastern Region, the Southern Region, the Western Region, the Northern Region, and even the Central State that stood above the four regions!

It completely broke the long-standing balance of many ancient forces and stirred up this cultivation world that had been silent for a thousand years.

New waves, new wind and clouds, were already quietly brewing under this seemingly calm night sky—just waiting for an opportunity to erupt and sweep across all domains.

And the center of all this—inside the bronze carriage driving toward the unknown distant mountains, it was quiet.

Luo Xiaojiu sat cross-legged, her hands forming seals, closing her eyes and concentrating, sinking all her mind into her body, and began to look inside herself.

Deep in her Dantian, a ball of brilliant golden Origin power was as vast as a galaxy, slowly rotating, emitting endless vitality and Desolate Ancient power.

Every rotation, threads of golden energy merged into her Meridians, her bones, and her Divine Soul.

She carefully guided this Sacred Body Origin, trying to sort out the cluttered Legacy in her body—the remnants of mundane Cultivation Techniques, the Spiritual Qi she had previously cultivated, and the power of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body were intertwined, and under her guidance, they were slowly fusing and gradually solidifying.

Every energy flow made her Meridians become tougher like Immortal gold, and her aura became more condensed and pure—the Nascent Soul stirring in her Dantian became clearer.

Her path of cultivation, on this night, at the moment of the Awakening of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body—finally truly began.

A path leading to the supreme Great Dao, leading to the Peak of the Emperor's Path, was slowly unfolding at her feet.

And her Revered Master, Chu Changsheng, sat quietly on the other side of the carriage.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes covering his eyes, hiding the emotions in his eyes, leaving only a gaze as deep as an abyss—as if he could penetrate the thick bronze carriage wall, penetrate the ages, and look through the vast galaxy.

Seeing the distant future, seeing the fate of all domains.

In his gaze—

The entire Eastern Region was just a dim scroll slowly unfolding.

The mountain ranges crisscrossed like the Meridians of Heaven and Earth, but they looked a bit withered.

The Luck of the Sects fluctuated, sometimes prosperous and sometimes declining, mostly dim.

The fate of Prodigies flickered like candles in the wind, occasionally with a glimmer of light, but it was hard to withstand the erosion of time...

Everything in this world—mountains, Sects, living beings, fate—threads and drops, were all clearly visible in his eyes, which seemed to contain the ages and all the vicissitudes of the domains, with nowhere to hide.

Countless points of light flickered on this scroll of Heaven and Earth; those were the life stars of the Cultivators.

Only—

These life stars were mostly dim, like the light of fireflies, weak and unbearable.

The Foundation was floating, the path of life was full of twists and turns, and if they encountered wind and rain, they would be completely extinguished.

Occasionally, a few brighter ones were just flashes in the pan, hard to achieve great things—they would eventually fall halfway through their cultivation.

He had covered the entire Eastern Region with his Divine Sense in a single thought, quietly watching the birth and death of this world, watching the ups and downs of all living beings—just to find that one seed capable of carrying the true Dao fruit, with the hope of stepping on the Emperor's Path, and able to break the dawn of this silent world.

However—

A thousand years passed in a snap of fingers.

He was used to seeing so-called Prodigies emerge, amazing for a while—but he watched them fall halfway due to Heart Demons, tribulations, or the exhaustion of Luck, turning into a handful of yellow soil between Heaven and Earth.

He was used to seeing countless Sects prosper for a time, ruling a world—but they slowly declined in the torrent of time, eventually dying out, leaving only a few legends buried by time.

A thousand years of searching—

He could no longer find the kind of amazing talent that could make his long-silent heart lake ripple—the kind of Heaven-Defying talent that could make him look sideways and be willing to teach everything he knew.

This Eastern Region...

Chu Changsheng's fingertips tapped lightly on the bronze carriage wall, the crisp sound echoing slowly in the quiet carriage. His gaze became deeper, like a stone thrown into an ancient well, without waves—but it hid endless considerations.

Luck, it seemed, was truly exhausted.

Even the ancient Emperor families that had been passed down for ten thousand years and possessed Sacred Artifacts and Dragon veins, and the supreme Holy Lands that stood on the clouds of the Nine Heavens and suppressed a universe—the elite Prodigies of their younger generation also had an indescribable twilight gathered between their brows, entangled with shackles that were difficult to escape.

They might be exceptionally talented and crown a party, or have deep Luck and blessings—but under that seemingly dazzling brilliance, their Souls seemed to be firmly bound by invisible Heavenly Dao shackles.

They lacked the forward-breaking spirit that a young person should have, and lacked the arrogant and wild Heaven-Defying spirit necessary for a Cultivator to reach the Peak.

Emperor's bearing?

Anyone who could look at the Emperor's Path?

None.

Not a single one.

At least in Chu Changsheng's gaze overlooking the world at this moment—this vast Eastern Region, with its myriad living beings, did not have a single person who could enter his Dharma Eye, not a single person who could bear even half of his expectations.