370: Chapter 371 You Created the Real World?

Twenty years of time passed in the blink of an eye.

Gu Changsheng opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

The Small World deep within his Divine Mansion had completely taken shape.

The heavens and earth were distinct, and the Law was stable.

He flipped his hand to bring out the jiuyi mountain and river seal.

He clenched his fingers tightly, and his Emperor Dao Law transformed into golden light, all of which was poured into the seal.

The seal rumbled and trembled, countless cracks appeared on its surface, and then the golden light reorganized, directly breaking through the shackles of its rank.

An Emperor Weapon of the Ultimate Path.

Gu Changsheng stood up and pushed open the stone door of the quiet room.

Inside the Taihe Hall.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong sat at his desk, reviewing memorials.

Gu Changsheng strode into the hall and tossed the jiuyi mountain and river seal onto the desk.

"Bang."

The heavy seal caused the desk to shake, and the memorials scattered all over the floor.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong's hand holding the brush paused, and he looked up at him.

"Leave it to you to suppress the Luck of the Xuantian Imperial Dynasty." Gu Changsheng pulled up a chair and sat down.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong put down the cinnabar brush and held the seal in his hand to examine it.

"Are you leaving?" Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong asked, staring at the Dragon patterns on the bottom of the seal.

Gu Changsheng nodded.

"Everything that needed to be handled has been handled, and my cultivation can no longer be suppressed."

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong was silent for a long while before tucking the seal into his sleeve.

"Get lost." He waved his hand and picked up the memorials on the floor again.

Gu Changsheng stood up, turned around, and walked out of the hall.

Sunlight spilled onto the palace steps.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong gripped the seal inside his sleeve and watched Gu Changsheng's retreating figure for a long time.

Changsheng Peak, Guest Reception Terrace.

Shen Jingzhe held a jade cup, having just poured a cup of tea for Gu Changsheng.

Princess Zhao Miner sat opposite the stone table, playing with a short sword.

Luo Xiyao and Su Qingyue were looking down at a scroll of Pill Formula.

An Junru stood to the side, pruning the branches and leaves of a potted plant.

"I am going to undergo Ascension." Gu Changsheng picked up the teacup and blew away the foam.

"Clatter."

The teapot in Shen Jingzhe's hand smashed onto the stone table.

The short sword in Princess Zhao Miner's hand clattered onto the stone slab.

The four women turned their heads in unison, staring fixedly at Gu Changsheng.

"So sudden?" Su Qingyue's lips trembled slightly.

Luo Xiyao stood up, gripping the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.

An Junru stopped what she was doing, put down the scissors, and walked over.

Princess Zhao Miner gritted her teeth, her eyes reddening.

Ascension.

These two words weighed as heavy as a thousand jun.

They knew very well the cost behind this.

Throughout history, the Boundary Storms have been incomparably tyrannical.

If any living being who had not reached the Immortal Realm dared to step into the Ascension passageway, even their Divine Soul would be crushed.

Even a Great Emperor could not protect others.

This meant an eternal separation between the immortal and the mortal.

Their cultivation was only in the Myriad Laws Realm.

To knock open the Immortal Gate, they would still need a thousand years of bitter cultivation.

By then, who knew what stage he would have reached?

"You are leaving?" Shen Jingzhe's voice was hoarse.

"Can you not... stay for a few hundred more years?" Su Qingyue lowered her head, her tone filled with pleading.

An Junru stood to the side, not speaking, but a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes as well.

Gu Changsheng put down the teacup.

"When did I ever say I was going to leave you behind?"

He did not offer words of comfort but instead raised his right hand.

Spiritual Qi erupted, instantly enveloping the five women.

The stars shifted and the heavens turned.

The six people in the hall vanished into thin air.

After a brief moment of dizziness, their feet touched the ground.

Rich Spiritual Qi rushed towards them, turning into a fine spiritual rain that dripped onto their cheeks.

Shen Jingzhe opened her eyes and was stunned.

In front of them were rolling spiritual mountains, and beneath their feet was land paved purely with Immortal Stone.

In the sky, a golden sun emitted a warm light.

This was definitely not the Xuantian Imperial Palace.

An Junru took a deep breath.

As the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, she had seen countless blessed lands.

But her breathing became incredibly rapid at this moment.

She closed her eyes and carefully sensed the spatial nodes around her.

"An independent Law? A flawless Heavenly Dao system?" An Junru suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Gu Changsheng, her voice rising due to extreme shock.

"This is not a mustard seed space! This is an inner world? You refined the Origin of a Small World?"

The women didn't understand and looked at her in unison.

Gu Changsheng looked at An Junru and nodded: "Good eye."

He turned around to face the four women, Shen Jingzhe and the others.

"When I leave, I will naturally take you with me."

Despair instantly turned into ecstasy.

The tears in Shen Jingzhe's eyes were forced back.

She took a step forward, threw herself directly into Gu Changsheng's arms, and hugged his neck tightly.

"I knew Husband would have a way!"

Princess Zhao Miner broke into a smile through her tears, turned her head, and quietly wiped the corners of her eyes.

Gu Changsheng patted Shen Jingzhe's back and pushed her away.

"Watch."

He raised his right hand and pointed his index finger into the air.

"Let there be mountains."

Amidst the rumbling sound, the plains in the distance cracked, and a divine mountain ten thousand zhang high rose from the ground, piercing straight into the clouds.

"Let there be palaces."

Tens of thousands of purple-gold Immortal Jade and glazed jade bricks broke through the ground, automatically cutting and assembling themselves in mid-air.

Pavilions, towers, and immortal springs and waterside pavilions rapidly took shape on the mountainside of the divine mountain.

In just ten breaths.

A luxurious immortal palace, a hundred times more magnificent than the Xuantian Imperial Palace, sat firmly amidst the sea of clouds.

The plaque on the gate of the immortal palace was blank, without words.

The miracle of a creator.

The five women held their breath, their eyes full of shock and worship.

An Junru lowered her head, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

This man was cold and ruthless to his enemies, but to his own people, he always poured out all his good fortune.

Being able to follow him was perhaps the most correct decision of her life.

...

Half a year later.

A purple-gold Decree rose into the sky from the Imperial Palace.

The Decree expanded in the wind, turning into a scroll that covered the sky and blocked the sun.

Gu Changsheng's plain yet majestic voice, carried by the Luck Golden Dragon, resonated in the Sea of Consciousness of every living being in the Xuantian True Domain.

"One year from now, at the Peak of Xuantian, I, this Emperor, will ascend to the Nine Heavens."

The world was shaken!

For a million years, the path to Ascension had been completely severed.

In all the ancient books, the Immortal Realm was just a distant legend.

And now, this Great Emperor Xuantian who had suppressed an era had not only reconnected the path ahead but was also going to ascend to immortality in broad daylight in front of the whole world!

What kind of spirit was this!

This was the grandest event in the Xuantian True Domain in a million years!

In an instant.

Countless streaks of light rushed from all directions toward the Peak of Xuantian in Middle Heaven.

Ten thousand sects came to pay homage!

Experts from all sides even camped at the foot of the Peak of Xuantian more than half a year in advance just to secure a front-row position.

In the Xuantian Imperial Capital, on the top of Changsheng Peak.

Grand Marshal Gu Xuanqiong stood with his hands behind his back, watching the army of Cultivators swarming like ants to pay homage at the foot of the mountain, and laughed while stroking his beard.

"My son Changsheng has the bearing of a True Immortal!"

Sect Leader stood to the side and took a large gulp of strong liquor.

"The Great Emperor was a Prodigy back when he was at the Daoxuan Immortal Sect, and now he is finally going to the Immortal Realm!"

The Old Flood Dragon revealed its massive Dragon body and rolled crazily in the clouds.

"Once the Great Emperor goes to the Immortal Realm, he will definitely sweep through everything! This old Dragon has followed the right person in this life!"

All the Disciples of the original Daoxuan Immortal Sect held their heads high and chests out.

Walking on the road, Cultivators from other factions had to respectfully bow.

All the Cultivators in the world took pride in Gu Changsheng.

They wanted to witness with their own eyes the historic moment when this Great Emperor, who had pacified the Five Regions and reconnected the severed path, knocked open the Immortal Gate.

The one-year period passed rapidly amidst the fervent anticipation of the entire Xuantian True Domain.