Chapter 91: Ascension.
Lord Haotian's palm, carrying the law of devouring, grabbed the green leaf.
That was the key to his continued rule.
Driven by greed, Lord Haotian ignored Qing Yan behind him.
Qing Yan did not use his sword to block again.
He simply raised his free hand, palm facing upward. A ray of green light rose from his palm, carrying the aura of Jianmu, the very essence of his soul.
He did not send this original power to the God, but injected it into the heart of the World Tree across space.
With a buzzing sound.
The emerald green leaves glowed brightly, and a huge vitality burst out.
The hand extended by Lord Haotian was blocked by this force.
That's it.
Bu Xingjin moved.
He summoned out all eight pieces of Heavenly Dao fragments from the storage ring.
The eight streams of light didn't strike the Divine Monarch, but instead arced toward his waist. There, dangling a glowing blue crystal, the ninth and most central fragment of the Heavenly Dao.
For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on the God's face.
He felt the call of the eight fragments, and the one at his waist began to vibrate violently, as if it were about to fly away. The Divine Lord instinctively reached back, trying to grab the ninth fragment.
But it was too late.
The nine fragments of the Heavenly Dao collided in mid-air, making a crisp sound, and instantly combined into an ancient blue key.
Key to the Era.
The key did not stop, but turned into a blue light and shot towards the heart of the world tree that had absorbed Qing Yan's essence and was shining brightly.
The moment the three objects collided, all sounds between heaven and earth disappeared.
Light.
Light exploded from the center of the fusion, sweeping across the entire world.
The light is gentle, carrying a heavy sense of time and origin.
In the center of the light, the shadow of an ancient stone door slowly emerged. The Key of the Epoch was inserted into the keyhole and turned gently.
The door opened.
Behind the door is not another world, but a bright mirror.
Reincarnation Mirror.
The mirror rose high into the sky, and its light penetrated the gray sky and spatial barriers of this world, illuminating every corner of the upper world.
In the upper realm, countless immortals who were practicing suddenly looked up and saw an unbelievable scene in the sky.
In the image, prosperous worlds were reduced to ash by the hand of a golden-robed deity. Mountains and rivers were shattered, all life perished, and countless souls wailed as their life force was drained away and channeled into the body of the golden-robed deity.
The face of the golden-robed deity was none other than the Lord Haotian whom they had worshipped for ten thousand years.
"No, that's not true."
"How could Lord God be the demon that destroys the world?"
"My hometown, my people... so that's how they disappeared!"
Faith began to crumble and resentment grew.
Under the World Tree, the blurry figure of Lord Haotian began to flicker, and the light of his golden robe, which represented divine authority, dimmed visibly.
The power of faith that he used to maintain his rule was being drained away.
"Mirror of Samsara!" the Godly Lord roared, "Qingxuan, you actually repaired it!"
His voice no longer had the authority it once had, only madness.
"I'm going to destroy it! Destroy you all!"
The God no longer cared about anything else and turned into a golden light, rushing straight towards the Samsara Mirror in the sky.
"Don't even think about it."
Bu Xingjin's voice rang out.
He raised his hand and gently squeezed the ground.
The withered World Tree, nourished by the World Tree Heart, came back to life. Countless thick roots burst forth from the earth, like a giant python come to life, wrapping themselves around Lord Haotian. Countless vines descended from the sky, forming a vast net that trapped him securely.
"A mere tree spirit dares to trap me!" The God roared, and the power of the law burst out, breaking the entangled roots.
But as soon as the roots were broken, more roots and vines grew out and continued to entwine.
Bu Xingjin's face was pale, and the power of the World Tree was almost enough to make his body collapse, but he still gritted his teeth and tried to hold back the God.
Qing Yan's figure appeared in front of the God.
The sword in his hand repaired all the cracks under the light of the Samsara Mirror, and a blue lotus slowly bloomed on the sword.
His aura became powerful, yet very restrained.
The light from the Samsara Mirror revealed the origin of the God in his eyes, which was a filthy core mixed with countless resentments and death.
Qing Yan raised his sword.
There was nothing fancy about this sword, just a simple vertical chop.
With this sword, he gambled everything he had as the God of War.
Lord Haotian felt the threat of death and let out an unwilling roar, trying to break free from the constraints of the World Tree.
But the green sword light has already fallen.
The sword flashed, but the space did not crack and the earth did not shake.
The golden imperial robe was torn apart in the middle by a thin line.
The expression on the God's face froze.
A green streak of light appeared on his body from head to toe.
Then, this god who had ruled the heavens and all worlds for an era silently turned into flying ashes in the green light.
Not even a trace of soul could escape.
The roots and vines of the World Tree that bound him slowly retreated underground.
The light of the Samsara Mirror in the sky gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Qing Yan's eyebrows.
The tyranny that lasted for ten thousand years ended.
Qing Yan's body swayed, and he used the sword in his hand to support himself on the ground to avoid falling down.
Bu Xingjin couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes went dark, and he fell backwards.
Qing Yan caught him in time and held him in his arms.
The branches of the World Tree swayed in the wind, casting a soft green light that enveloped the two exhausted men and healed their wounds.
In the distance, Baili Xuan, Xie Qingchen, Xuanwu Holy Beast and others survived. They stared at the scene blankly, speechless.
There was silence between heaven and earth.
The soft green light, like spring rain, moistened Bu Xingjin's dried-up spiritual veins.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Qing Yan's face, which was very close to him. His face was still very pale, but the deep wounds he had suffered had completely healed under the treatment of the World Tree.
Bu Xingjin moved his body and found himself in Qing Yan's arms. Just as he was about to sit up, Qing Yan let go of his arms.
He looked around.
Baili Xuan, Xie Qingchen, Yun Luo, and the Xuanwu sacred beast all gathered together. They all had injuries to varying degrees, but each of them wore a look of relief at having survived.
"It's over." Xie Qingchen said softly, shaking his broken folding fan.
It's over.
Lord Haotian turned into ashes, and the shadow that had ruled for ten thousand years disappeared.
But everyone knew that it was not over yet.
The ground beneath their feet was still trembling slightly, and tiny spatial cracks appeared in the sky from time to time. The entire world was in a state of instability due to the death of the God Sovereign and the collapse of the laws.
At this moment, a golden light gate appeared out of thin air in the sky.
Several old men in tattered robes, but with a still powerful aura, walked out. When they saw Qing Yan, their faces showed a complex expression of awe, gratitude, and anticipation.
The old man in the lead bowed deeply to Qing Yan.
"Welcome back the God of War."
All the survivors from the upper realm behind him bowed together.
"With the fall of the God, the Three Realms are without a master, and the laws of nature are broken. We implore the Lord God of War to ascend the throne and restore order to the world."
The voices were in unison, resounding through the sky.
Qing Yan's gaze swept across those earnest faces, then looked at this ruined world, and finally fell back on Bu Xingjin beside him.
Bu Xingjin didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
Qing Yan was silent for a while.
He understood that this was his responsibility. As a former god of war and a victor, he had to step up and clean up this mess.
"good."
He only said one word.
But this word was like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, making all those who were worried feel relieved.
The elders from the upper realm were very happy and were about to say something else when Qing Yan raised his hand to stop them.
"Restructuring the Three Realms is not a matter of one or two days. I need to retreat for a period of time to integrate the Samsara Mirror with my own Tao, so that I can sort out the laws of heaven and earth."
His gaze turned to Bu Xingjin again.
"Xing Jin, come with me to the upper realm."
He said this as if it were a matter of course, as if they were meant to be together.
Bu Xingjin shook his head.
He stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes.
"I'm not going."
Qing Yan's brows frowned slightly.
"I've cultivated from a tiny blade of grass to where I am today, relying on the sun, rain, and this land. My roots are here. The upper realm doesn't belong to me."
He looked at Qing Yan without a trace of retreat in his eyes.
"I want to rely on my own strength, step by step, to move forward. Until one day, I can stand before you with dignity as an equal."
This is his way and his persistence.
Qing Yan listened quietly, looking into Bu Xingjin's clear and determined eyes, which reflected an unyielding soul.
He suddenly understood.
Bu Xingjin was never someone who needed his protection. He had his own sky and pride.
The confusion in Qing Yan's eyes disappeared, revealing a faint smile that came from the heart.
"good."
He said "OK" again.
"I'll wait for you at the top of the fairyland."
This is a promise that spans immortals, mortals, and endless time and space.
Qing Yan raised his hand, and an emerald leaf emerged from his fingertips. This was a part of his Jianmu body, containing pure original power.
He handed the leaf to Bu Xingjin.
"Take it."
Bu Xingjin didn't refuse and reached out to take it. The leaves were warm to the touch, carrying the scent of the same origin.
"This thing and I are connected spiritually. No matter how far apart we are, we can feel each other."
After explaining all this, Qing Yan turned around and faced the old men from the upper realm.
"Open the Emperor's Gate."
His voice regained the majesty of the god of war.
The elders dared not delay and immediately joined forces to cast a spell. A portal of light, even more sacred than before, slowly opened at the top of the World Tree.
Behind the door is a fairy staircase shrouded in clouds and mist, leading to a higher place.
Qing Yan walked towards the door step by step.
Just as he was about to step into the light gate, he stopped and looked back at Bu Xingjin for the last time.
Bu Xingjin nodded slightly to him.
Qing Yan's figure disappeared in the light.
The light gate slowly closed.
Baili Xuan, Xie Qingchen, Zhao Siwen, Gu Jiuge and everyone else watched this scene. They knew that one legend had ended and another had just begun.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Bu Xingjin.
Bu Xingjin did not look back at the light gate that had disappeared.
He turned around and faced this familiar world, his eyes calm and profound.
His journey has just begun.
…
Hundreds of years passed in a flash.
After the death of Lord Haotian, the laws of the three realms returned to order under Qing Yan's arrangement, and a new era began.
The underworld also ushered in a golden age.
Under the leadership of Zhao Siwen, the Amaterasu Sect became the world's foremost sect. He inherited his master's legacy and became the new leader of Fuhua Peak. He was gentle but decisive, and was very popular.
Far away in Shangli City, Gu Jiuge eradicated the blood curse and restored the glory of the Gu family. He became good friends with Yunluo, Xie Qingchen, Baili Xuan and others, and they often traveled together, leaving behind many legends.
The sacred beast Xuanwu found a deep sea and fell into a long sleep, waiting for the new world to be completely stable.
Everyone went their own way.
Bu Xingjin, on the other hand, returned to where he started, the nameless valley.
He did not participate in any disputes, nor did he enjoy the admiration of the world. He just took the form of a grass, quietly taking root in the land, watching the sun rise and the moon set, and the clouds roll and unfold.
He passed on the "Moonlight Sacred Decision" he had obtained from the Pure Hua Sanxian to Zhao Siwen, and gave the tomb spirit's "Seven Treasures Red Mysterious Seal" to Gu Jiuge to help him suppress the family's luck. He carved his insights along the way into the rocks and plants, leaving them for those who were destined to meet him.
Bu Xingjin rarely appears, but the legends about him have never stopped.
Some people say that when mortals were suffering from famine, they saw a fairy in green clothes pass by with a wave of his sleeves, and overnight, the withered fields turned into granaries.
Some people also said that in a border town where monsters were rampant, they saw the shadow of a giant grass that reached the sky. With just one roll, it wiped out the invading beast tide.
One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years.
Bu Xingjin's cultivation, accumulated day after day, reached the pinnacle of this realm. He could feel an invisible wall above his head, the door to a higher world, calling him.
On this day, the weather changed drastically on the top of the mountain behind Amaterasu Sect.
Zhao Siwen, who was handling sect affairs, Gu Jiuge, who was playing chess with Baili Xuan in Shangli City, and Xie Qingchen, who was fishing on the edge of the East China Sea, felt something almost at the same time and looked up at the sky together.
Above the nine heavens, inky black calamity clouds had gathered at some point. They covered half the continent, with flashes of lightning and rumbling thunder. An aura of destruction enveloped the entire world, terrifying even the cultivators in the Spiritual Severing Stage.
"It's Xing Jin." Zhao Siwen muttered to himself, his eyes full of shock.
He had never seen such a terrifying ascension tribulation.
In the center of the calamity cloud, a figure stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering. It was Bu Xingjin.
He chose to go through the last and most important tribulation of his life here.
Bu Xingjin did not take out any magic weapon, nor did he set up any formation.
He just quietly watched the calamity clouds brewing with divine might.
"boom!"
The first thunderbolt finally struck. It was a purple bolt as thick as a mountain range, carrying the majesty of judgment, striking directly above Bu Xingjin's head.
Bu Xingjin did not dodge or evade, but slowly raised his right hand and punched forward.
The fist collided with the lightning, but there was no loud noise, only a flash of white light. When the light dissipated, Bu Xingjin's figure was still standing, unharmed.
His body, which has been tempered countless times, has long been comparable to immortal weapons.
Then, red skyfire, black gale, and even invisible soul thorns came one after another. The heavenly tribulation changed its form, becoming more and more dangerous.
Other people’s heavenly tribulations only have nine thunderbolts, but Bu Xingjin’s seems to have no end.
From early morning to dusk, a total of eighty heavenly tribulations fell, almost shaking the Amaterasu sect's mountain protection formation.
The monks who were watching from afar had already grown numb from their initial shock.
The eighty-first heavenly tribulation finally began to condense.
It was a chaotic-colored lightning, containing the pure law of destruction.
Faced with this crucial blow, Bu Xingjin finally moved.
His body flashed, and he turned into his original form in mid-air - a small grass carved out of jade.
The grass leaves stretched out, the roots spread, and an endless source of life force burst out from the body.
He faced the final test with his most primitive attitude.
Chaos-colored lightning fell.
There was no explosion, no sound. The lightning struck the emerald green grass, melting like ice and snow, dissolved bit by bit by the powerful life force until it finally vanished.
The calamity clouds dispersed, and the sky became cloudless.
A ray of colorful light shot down from the sky, enveloping Bu Xingjin's body. He transformed back into human form, and all his fatigue and injuries were healed in the light.
Above his head, a huge door of light slowly opened.
Behind the immortal gate, there is immortal air lingering, and you can vaguely see the jade buildings and flying cranes.
The time for ascension has come.
Bu Xingjin turned around, glanced at the familiar faces below, smiled at them, then turned around and walked towards the immortal gate step by step.
Inside the Immortal Gate, a figure in a dark green imperial robe slowly walked out.
He was not wearing a crown, his long hair was loose, his face was still handsome, but the coldness in his eyes was enough to freeze the entire time and space.
It was Qing Yan.
He walked step by step to Bu Xingjin, with the same smile on his face as he had back then.
He extended his hand to Bu Xingjin.
"I'm here to pick you up."
Bu Xingjin also laughed and held the hand.
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