246: Chapter 246: Holding the Stars in Two Hands!

Compared to the last Time he was brought here by the Old Blind Man, Yang Simu swept his gaze across the surroundings this Time and discovered some differences.

This stretch of the River of Time seemed to be a tributary intercepted by the Old Blind Man from the endless River of Time, or perhaps a ferry crossing.

This method was equivalent to the "Time Trotting Picture," yet it was even more profound.

Not knowing what secret technique the Old Blind Man had employed, the ancient stars above began to rapidly grow in size, as if pressing down toward the River of Time.

Immediately afterward, the stars overhead were reflected within the River of Time beneath their feet.

Before Yang Simu could ask, the Old Blind Man said in a calm tone:

"In the Old Heavenly Court from ten thousand years ago, it is said that every ancient deity possessed their own divine position."

"And the size, brightness, and number of the stars overhead were all key conditions for determining the rank of a deity's divine position."

"Perhaps this is also why the Fire God, who could control the myriad stars, was able to become one of the five supreme deities."

"The River of Time and the ancient stars share similarities; both are graveyards for deities."

"Often, when ancient deities die, their golden blood merges into the River of Time, while their remains transform into stars."

"I must admit, the current scale of the stars and the length of the River of Time are all contributions from the deities who have perished."

"Of course, this applies to low-ranking deities. For high-ranking deities, the death of their bodies and the dissipation of their Dao is more like a long journey that later generations of Cultivators cannot comprehend, where both body and mind attain freedom."

"However, they should not have severed the path of ascent for those who came after!"

When he spoke the last sentence, the Old Blind Man's expression was solemn, and his tone was exceptionally heavy.

Yang Simu lowered his eyes, and he could not help but sigh inwardly.

Although his past life was likely that Lord of the Heavenly Court.

He felt deeply about what the Old Blind Man had said.

For Cultivators who wish to pursue the longevity of the Dao, only to discover in the end that the path has already been walked to its end, how great must their unwillingness be?

The ancient deities of ten thousand years ago were not like the landscape deities of today.

They could use the incense of the mortal world to temper their golden bodies, but it was not a necessity.

Even without mortal incense, the golden bodies of deities could still remain Immortal!

However, how many Cultivators in the world know that the longevity of the Dao they tirelessly pursue is more like an unbreakable prison for deities?

Yang Simu did not quite understand why these thoughts had suddenly popped into his mind.

But he vaguely felt that it might have something to do with the fact that the Lord of the Heavenly Court did not appear during the Battle of Ascending to Heaven.

Yang Simu took a deep breath and asked a question he already knew the answer to: "Master, do you mean to say that the twelve high-ranking deities of the Old Heavenly Court have not actually died?"

The Old Blind Man nodded: "Among the twelve high-ranking deities, besides The Executioner and The Resonator that you currently control, there are ten others."

"Among them, 'The Planner' is under the command of the supreme deity, the Fire God, and is responsible for the placement of all deities' remains."

"And 'The Disruptor' is under the Water God, in charge of the orderly flow of the River of Time."

"I speculate that these two deities are likely hiding within the stars overhead and the River of Time beneath our feet, respectively."

"Although you can command The Executioner and The Resonator, you must never underestimate the other ancient deities."

"In the future, if you encounter them, do not act rashly."

"Because according to my estimation, over these ten thousand years, the strength of The Planner and The Disruptor may have decreased rather than increased."

Upon hearing this, Yang Simu's pupils constricted, and he nodded solemnly.

He suddenly thought of a question: would all the ancient deities who survived that Battle of Ascending to Heaven necessarily still obey his commands?

After all, if the Lord of the Heavenly Court had not failed to appear, the Ancient Heavenly Court could not have lost that battle!

Would those deities whose friends and family had died not blame him?

Thinking of this, Yang Simu's gaze could not help but become heavy.

Just then, the Old Blind Man gave a soft harrumph and said: "I've said all this, hoping that you will act with caution on your future path of cultivation."

"Now that you alone carry four mortal sword lineages, I fear there are few sword Immortals in the four worlds who are not interested in you."

"Even though Grand Sword Immortal Chen Qingdu and I are your Masters, some things are hard to avoid."

"Master, don't worry. As long as I am strong enough, those people can just come at me!" Yang Simu grinned.

"Alright, now let me see exactly how much of the secret techniques I taught you, you have mastered?" the Old Blind Man said in a deep voice.

The next moment, the galaxy beneath their feet and above their heads simultaneously began to rotate rapidly, starting to align in a complex and orderly manner.

"Currently, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, there are a total of fourteen Golden Body Puppets. I want to see how many you can revive?" the Old Blind Man's tone carried a hint of seriousness.

Hearing this, Yang Simu could not help but look somewhat surprised.

"It's just that simple?" He felt somewhat incredulous in his heart.

Yang Simu had thought that the Old Blind Man would pose a very difficult question, causing him to worry for the better part of the day.

Seeing his first Disciple with such a surprised expression, the Old Blind Man thought that Yang Simu couldn't even revive a single Golden Body Puppet.

The old man immediately darkened his face: "Kid, you wouldn't be unable to wake even a single Golden Body Puppet, would you?"

Yang Simu quickly shook his head and grinned: "Master, just watch!"

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but frown, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

In the Old Blind Man's original estimation, Yang Simu should at least be able to wake one Golden Body Puppet, and at most, it certainly wouldn't exceed three.

As for more, the old man had never even considered it.

Immediately, Yang Simu lifted both arms simultaneously, placed his hands in front of him, and slowly closed his eyes.

The next moment, as he flicked his fingers slightly, wisps of golden threads spread down from his ten fingers and descended into the galaxy beneath his feet.

Immediately afterward, star after star seemed to suddenly come to life and began to pulse.

All the stars connected by the golden threads emitted a golden radiance.

In a short while, dozens of stars had already been linked together.

It is often rumored in the mortal world that there are Immortals in heaven who fish for the Qi of the mountains and rivers.

Today, Yang Simu is going to grasp the stars in both hands!

The Old Blind Man on the side, who had been nodding steadily from the beginning to show his approval.

By the end, an expression of surprise could not help but appear on the old man's face!

At the same Time, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the earth shook violently one after another, and one Golden Armored Puppet after another slowly emerged from the mountains.

One, two, three...

Xiao Mo, the Tender Daoist, Ruan Xiu, and the others were all awakened and arrived one after another at the peak of the highest mountain.

The Tender Daoist looked at the emerging Golden Armored Puppets, his expression becoming increasingly horrified.

"There are already twelve of them!"

"This isn't the Old Blind Man's doing, it's Yang Simu!" His tone was even trembling.

...

Somewhere in the upper reaches of the River of Time, the riverbed suddenly shook violently, and the river water instantly churned and boiled.

A pair of glowing golden pupils lit up at the bottom of the river, filled with chilling murderous intent.