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The final chapter!
Yao Yao never expected that within just one hour, her cultivation would surge to the Golden Stage. The Undying Phoenix constitution within her was fully awakened. After several rounds of dual cultivation, Chen Anlin finally merged with the Undying Phoenix constitution as well. He smiled, having gained this remarkable ability.
Yao Yao, now at the Golden Stage, felt her own extraordinary constitution and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Chen, who exactly are you?" Even she, who had been oblivious, realized that Chen Anlin was no ordinary person. Could it be that he wasn't Chen Anlin anymore? Had he been possessed?
Chen Anlin gently patted Yao Yao's head and explained, "With my cultivation level, do you think I would need to possess such a weak body? I could just possess you instead."
That made sense.
"My true identity is..."
Chen Anlin did not hide anything; honestly, he had no reason to.
"Alright, I need to make a trip to the lower realm. You should keep your strength hidden in the sect and not wander off, understand?"
"Mm-hmm."
Chen Anlin smiled slightly. With his current cultivation level, he could easily travel between the lower and upper realms. He effortlessly opened a rift in the void before him and then dove right in.
This scene left Yao Yao in awe once more.
"How impressive! What kind of powerful ally have I found?"
Suddenly, a series of deafening sounds echoed from outside. Yao Yao furrowed her brows; this was a sign that the sect's protective mountain formation was being activated. Soon after, every disciple heard the voice of the Three Xiaozong's leader.
"All disciples, heed my command! Head to the mountain gate and prepare to confront the enemy!"
"Who dares to lay a hand on our Three Xiaozong?"
"Are you tired of living? You really don't know when to stop," someone scoffed.
"I want to see who it is!" another voice chimed in.
The disciples were cursing loudly, and it was no wonder they were so arrogant. The Sanxiao Sect had stood strong here for many years, recognized as an overwhelming giant.
Just as everyone was heading toward the mountain gate, the protective formation of the sect suddenly came under a massive attack. The Sect Leader and Vice Sect Leader, Wu Qingguang, led numerous elders to resist.
The protective formation swayed precariously, clearly indicating that it was facing a tremendous assault. Some disciples, who had been calm until now, turned pale; what kind of power could cause such devastation?
"It's the Qi Yun Sect! They're attacking our mountain gate!"
"What? The Qi Yun Sect? Why are they suddenly attacking us?" Many disciples were utterly bewildered.
The Qi Yun Sect had always kept to themselves; why would they suddenly launch an attack? It made no sense.
Helplessly, everyone rushed to the mountain gate. Yao Yao also arrived, and the scene before them left everyone stunned, their mouths agape as a chilling fear washed over them.
It was terrifying—truly terrifying.
In the sky above, countless figures filled the air. At the forefront stood an old man in a black robe—the leader of the Qi Yun Sect, Cang Ming.
"Release the Qi Yun Immortal Bottle! We must leave immediately, or it will be a fight to the death!"
His simple command caused many to exchange bewildered glances.
"The Qi Yun Immortal Bottle? What is that?"
An elder spoke in a deep voice, "The Qi Yun Immortal Bottle is a treasure left behind by the Qi Yun Elder, crafted with his entire life's energy!"
"The Qi Yun Elder?" Many had heard of him; he was a significant figure from tens of thousands of years ago.
"Cang Ming, we truly do not know what you are talking about. There is no Qi Yun Immortal Bottle here," Wu Qingguang said with a frown.
"Still trying to argue?" Cang Ming shook his head and wasted no more words. "Attack!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Countless attacks rained down once again like a torrential storm.
"Defend with all your might!" Wu Qingguang shouted.
Meanwhile, in the lower realm, Chen Anlin had no idea what was happening in the sect. One of his purposes for coming here was to bring his wives up with him. Coincidentally, Wu Xixue was also here these past few days. Inside the palace, she was teaching Yang Douxiu. Suddenly, she furrowed her brow; a strong presence was approaching.
Yang Dou immediately became alert, but when she saw the newcomer, she froze in surprise and then exclaimed, "Little Anzi!"
Wu Xixue was taken aback. "Little Anzi, what are you doing here?"
"I missed Your Majesty a bit, so I came," Chen Anlin replied with a smile.
Wu Xixue's expression turned serious. "I told you, it's impossible for us unless you surpass me in cultivation!"
Yang Dou laughed instantly; Wu Xixue had mentioned before that this was meant to motivate Chen Anlin. Little did they know, Chen Anlin smiled slightly and emanated a powerful aura of spiritual energy.
"Is this enough?" he asked.
Wu Xixue was momentarily speechless. In the next moment, Chen Anlin moved swiftly, and both women gasped as he embraced them.
"Don't stop! Don't stop!"
After spending several days in warmth and affection here, Chen Anlin also brought Su Menghan, Su Bingyu, Li Xuexin, and others along with him. Regarding why he had suddenly become stronger, he did not hide anything from Wu Xixue and the others. He simply explained that he had come from another realm—nothing to conceal there.
With Chen Anlin's help, he had also raised their powers a bit; now they all had foundational cultivation levels. Unfortunately, Su Menghan and the others did not have as solid a foundation as Yao Yao's, so their improvement was limited.
Originally, Chen Anlin planned to stay and enjoy himself for a few more days. However, unexpectedly, the portal to the upper realm suddenly opened, and a senior sister rushed down.
"Wu Saintess! Saintess!"
She found Wu Xixue and delivered an important message.
The Sanxiao Sect is doomed!
Chen Anlin was taken aback by this news; he never expected Cangming to arrive so quickly. He had planned to deal with his current matters first and then seek revenge on this rebellious disciple, but now Cangming had come knocking at his door.
Well, well, well, the grievances from tens of thousands of years ago should finally be settled. Chen Anlin sneered. After countless experiences, he was no longer the benevolent elder filled with fortune! Now, he was the ruthless Chen Anlin.
At this moment, within the realm of cultivation, the Sanxiao Sect lay in ruins, a sight of utter devastation! Wu Qingguang and many elders were powerless to resist, and in the next moment, the formation was finally breached.
Do you know how these ten days have passed? The formation has finally been destroyed.
Cangming exclaimed excitedly, "Bring out the Fortune Immortal Bottle, or we will all die!"
Wu Qingguang weakly replied, "We really don’t know what you’re talking about."
Still trying to feign ignorance? Cangming sneered as he raised his hand and grabbed the neck of the sect master of Sanxiao.
"Speak!"
"How about this? We can search for it one by one, alright? We truly don’t know. Just now we asked around; it might be in the possession of some disciple or elder!"
Upon hearing this, Cangming felt there might be some truth to it.
"Alright, find it for me."
"Disciple, you have quite a presence," a sudden cold voice echoed through the air.
"Who?!" Cangming's heart suddenly sank! He recognized that voice very well, but it shouldn’t be possible; his master had long since passed away.
It must be a coincidence—a voice that sounds similar, he reassured himself internally. However, when he saw who had arrived, he was utterly stunned.
Shishi Zun
Cangming looked at Chen Anlin with a terrified expression. Chen Anlin stared back at him coldly, as if he were looking at a corpse.
"It’s impossible! You cannot be my master; my master has been dead for a long time!" Cangming shouted with absolute certainty.
If he had to name the person he feared the most now, it would undoubtedly be Chen Anlin. He had managed to defeat Chen Anlin in the past only through a surprise attack. But now, with his master reappearing before him, how was he supposed to respond?
At that moment, Chen Anlin began to walk towards him step by step, his aura suddenly rising. Soon, he reached the Fusion Stage and then, with a loud boom, ascended to the Great Ascension Stage.
The crowd gasped in astonishment! A Great Ascension Stage immortal had appeared.
After turning around, Chen Anlin had thoroughly comprehended the power of fate, which caused his cultivation to soar.
"It really is you, Master! How is this possible? How can you be here?" Cangming stammered, pointing at Chen Anlin and retreating step by step, his face filled with horror.
"Why do you think? I never died; I simply transformed."
"Transformed? You really did transform through the power of fate."
"Disciple, you have disappointed me greatly."
Chen Anlin shook his head. "In your quest for the Vessel of Fate, you abandoned your own path. I warned you back then that you would struggle to achieve anything significant, and it seems I was right."
"Ah! No! It’s impossible! You cannot say that about me!"
Furious, Cangming glared at Chen Anlin, intent on confronting him directly. But just then, Chen Anlin merely extended a single finger and suppressed Cangming on the spot.
"I told you long ago that you have lost your own path," Chen Anlin said, shaking his head.
Cangming could not believe that Chen Anlin could suppress him with just a finger. The vast difference in their strength was something he found hard to accept.
"No, no! It’s impossible! You’ve been dead for so long; how can you still be this strong? How is this possible?"
Cangming struggled to accept such a huge disparity in power, but the reality was right before his eyes—no matter how much he wanted to deny it, there was no escaping the truth.
With a soft sigh, Cang Ming felt as if his heart had been crushed. He collapsed to the ground in agony, memories flashing before his eyes of the moment he first bowed to Chen Anlin as his master.
"Master, when you grow old, I will honor you."
And just like that, Cang Ming was gone. With his death, all of his disciples were taken in by Chen Anlin.
A year passed in the blink of an eye. Now, Chen Anlin had settled down with his wife in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Here, no one knew of the Elder of Fortune; no one came to bother him or pay him visits. He lived a life of ease and contentment.
"Husband, husband!"
At that moment, outside, Su Menghan and Su Bingyu called out, "We're taking the children out to play!"
"Alright, go ahead," Chen Anlin replied from the bed.
Beside him, Wu Xixue lay on him, her voice sweet and teasing. "So early in the morning, aren't you tired?"
"Who tempted me, my Empress?" he retorted playfully. "A spoiled white bun is what I am."
"You're so annoying!" she pouted.
"What did you say? Be careful or you'll regret it," Chen Anlin said with a cold snort, causing Wu Xixue to feel a shiver of fear.
She certainly didn't dare to provoke him now.(THE END)
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