Star Trace Gate

Chapter 922 Chaos and Celestial Light, A Familiar Divine Object

Palace of the Immortal.

When Ren Ye's fingertips touched that wisp of primordial chaos energy, he immediately felt a tremor in his soul and a sense that his physical body was imprisoned by the Great Dao.

"Shua...!"

That wisp of chaotic energy, like the wisps of smoke from a candle, seemed to exist but was not, drifting and surging, slowly flowing into Ren Ye's body through his fingertips.

In an instant, the feeling of trembling in his soul became even stronger, as if that seemingly weak wisp of chaotic primordial power could annihilate Ren Ye's three souls and seven spirits in an instant with just a slight surge of ferocity, as easy as an adult crushing an ant.

This feeling was undoubtedly terrifying, but Ren had no way to resist or avoid it, because his physical body seemed to be imprisoned, unable to move at all.

As everyone knows, Little Bad King is a master of splitting legs. Knowing he can't resist, he decides to savor every detail that follows.

He focused his mind and gently channeled his divine sense, carefully sensing the wisp of primordial chaos energy surging unrestrainedly within his body…

This is a very long process. It slowly flows through the little rascal's limbs and bones, through his meridians and acupoints, and then gradually gathers in his dantian.

"Hmm? This primordial chaos energy didn't flow into my brow or appear in my consciousness space?"

Ren Ye had some doubts in his heart, but after thinking about it carefully, he murmured with a clear mind, "That's right, it is a kind of 'Dao Fruit' that can nourish cultivators, rather than an ordinary magic treasure, so it is reasonable that it chose to settle in my belly...!"

The primordial chaos energy gathered within the Little Bad King's abdomen, emitting a soft blue light, and eventually condensed into a blurry blue lotus phenomenon.

The faint blue lotus was very small, only the size of a fingernail, and it hung quietly in the dantian, floating without roots.

Ren Ye once again extended his senses, wanting to probe it, but as soon as his divine sense entered the green lotus, he immediately felt as if he had sunk into a quagmire, trapped in chaos, unable to see anything, only a hazy world, as if it contained infinite possibilities.

"Perhaps this wisp of primordial chaos energy has not yet fully awakened, or perhaps my current level is not worthy of exploring it... In any case, a divine object of this rank is something I cannot currently use." Ren Ye had a vague guess in his heart, and then he stopped pursuing it and slowly withdrew his divine sense.

As the chaos returned to his dantian and the green lotus floated without roots, the terrifying feeling of his soul trembling and his body being sealed suddenly disappeared.

Ren slowly opened his eyes, and just as he lowered his raised arm, he heard the proclamation of the Heavenly Dao once again.

Congratulations! You have successfully obtained "Chaos: Primal Qi" from the Undying Palace.

[Legend has it that the former master of the illusory realm once fought in Eternity. Before his demise, he transformed the Great Dao into ash mist, sealing the Heavenly Gate of the Departed Land, intending to protect his descendants. The former master said: "In the Land of Illusion, the accomplished are revered. As I am about to perish, my divine legacy will be passed down to my descendants. If they can obtain the complete inheritance through their own abilities, they can take the three Devouring Immortal Lights from the Undying Palace. One Immortal Light will annihilate the villains, one Immortal Light will wield the dragon robe, and one Immortal Light will welcome the new master."]

"Holy crap, there's an unexpected bonus?!"

Hearing the proclamation from Heaven, Ren Ye's heart stirred with excitement once more: "In the end, I'm still the best. Call me 'Dad,' and Dad will never treat you unfairly...!"

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of Heavenly Eyes suddenly opened in the deepest part of the Undying Hall.

"Swish swish swish...!"

Three beams of extremely fast gray divine light shot out from the deepest part of the hall and instantly entered Ren Ye's brow.

A terrifying, overwhelming pressure flashed between Ren Ye's brows and then hovered in his consciousness space.

[Three beams of divine light devouring the heavens and earth: a divine technique.]

[Friendly Reminder: As time flows by, even divine methods may decay... These three beams of immortal light, nurtured by the Divine Tomb and Immortal Palace, are naturally inseparable from illusion. This immortal light can only be used within the Heavenly Grace-level secret realm of Illusion Village and cannot be taken out. Thank you.]

"That stingy Heavenly Dao is really asking for it! It finally gives us some good stuff, but it won't even let us take it with us."

Ren Ye has always been the type of person who considers it a loss if he can't gain an advantage, so when he heard the last reminder, he naturally cursed and grumbled: "If you want balance, if you want to cheat me, then turn the parameters up to the maximum... This is so annoying, it's neither here nor there...!"

The reason why Heaven bestowed three beams of devouring immortal light was quite clear. Outside this divine tomb and immortal palace, the four races were fighting. For the blind man, this was naturally a desperate situation with a formidable enemy at hand. Therefore, He descended the immortal light, giving the third-rank blind man the qualification to ascend to heaven and fight.

Ren didn't know whether the real Huang Qi had obtained the three protective immortal lights left by his former master, or how he eventually participated in the four-clan conflict. However, he knew very well that his current ability to fight back was probably only these three devouring immortal lights...

"The divine way, devouring the heavens and destroying the earth? I hope you're not just bragging...!" Ren Ye subconsciously touched his brow, then turned to look at the storyteller and Li Xiaopang.

Seeing that he had come to his senses, the storyteller stepped forward and asked softly, "You succeeded? You obtained that wisp of primordial energy?!"

"Yes, I got it."

Ren nodded frankly, then looked at the storyteller and asked, "Oh, by the way, when you risked entering the Undying Palace, were you also looking for this aura?"

He scrutinized the other person carefully, his eyes shining brightly.

Upon hearing this question, the storyteller immediately thought of the ghostly figure that had appeared before, who claimed to be the Emperor and treated him with extreme indifference.

Zhong Deng recalled the words and indifferent attitude of that ghostly figure, and then his mind went blank, his eyes showing a look of confusion.

His dazed expression was not unfamiliar to Little Bad King, because this was the most obvious thinking characteristic of a remnant soul in a secret realm when faced with a problem beyond its scope.

To put it bluntly, this question was like touching a blank spot in the remnant soul's memories and experiences, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

Zhongdeng blinked, his mind racing for a while, before replying in a daze, "I used to think... what I was looking for was that aura, but... but now it seems like it isn't. Yes, it definitely isn't, because it wasn't meant for me, um, that must be it."

"The aura I'm looking for might not even be in the Illusion Village...!"

He added thoughtfully.

Ren also withdrew his gaze from his cheek, and then nodded gently, saying, "If there is an opportunity, I can help you find... what you are looking for."

"Heh." The storyteller smiled helplessly and sighed, "In this illusion, we are friends who commit crimes together despite our age difference. But once we leave this illusory village, you are the successor of the old master, while I am an intruder... It's already a blessing that we can avoid killing each other. How could we dare to hope that we can commit crimes side by side?"

"Heh." The Little Bad King also let out a cold laugh, thinking to himself, "Can I tell you that being blind is just an act, and my true identity is you, the great Emperor?"

"What are you laughing at?" The storyteller looked at him with a strange expression.

I laugh at you for being a bachelor, homeless, and one day you might even suffer a fatal blow from my back... Sorry, perhaps only by killing you can I possess you forever and give you a new home called Qingliang Mansion without any preparation.

Aunt Tianwei certainly cannot be recruited as a bodyguard, because she was a real person who had to die, and she is not part of the order, so she cannot be truly resurrected and appear in Qingliang Mansion.

But the storyteller is different. He is an intruder, the only outsider in the illusory village, belonging to the order, and also a remnant soul. Ren had speculated several times that in the real past, there might have been a death row inmate who briefly cooperated with the blind man, but he might not have been the storyteller, and the events they experienced together might have been slightly "adapted".

How could he make such a conjecture?

The storyteller played a crucial role in several major events. For instance, before Brother Yu and his companions framed Ren Ye, he had just given the blind man a Heavenly Thunder Talisman for protection. Without that talisman, Ren Ye would have been in grave danger and would have had no chance against Brother Yu and his companions…

His importance is also inexplicably imbued with a sense of divine intervention, as if the hand of Heaven itself is orchestrating the entire course of events, thus balancing the fact that he cannot actually use the three thousand secret divine techniques, and that his own divine techniques are at an absolute disadvantage.

Of course, the overall trajectory of major events in the past will not change; only the details will differ, and they will be more thrilling.

This is why Ren Ye dared to fantasize that one day he would secretly stab the storyteller, kill him, and take him to Qingliang Mansion.

The pinnacle of combat power in the Illusionary Village, a humorous and witty old pervert, a supreme being of exceptional talent, unparalleled divine magic, and extraordinary insight... He really didn't want to miss out on such an amazing Zhongdeng!

However, the other party was too strong. Ren hadn't figured out how to steal from him yet, but he certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to discuss with the other party: "Good baby, don't move, just let me stab you with my sword and kill you, and then you will be resurrected in my house... There will be endless courtesans and endless braised pork knuckles."

If he said that, the storyteller would surely jump up and slap this wicked accomplice to death.

"Heh... I'll have you sooner or later." Ren Ye looked at the storyteller's handsome and refined face, his heart filled with longing.

Upon seeing Ren Ye's unusually ambiguous gaze, the storyteller felt goosebumps all over and frowned, saying, "Why do you always look like a treacherous bastard now that you have eyes?!"

"You don't know this, but I've always liked middle-aged men. They're mature, wise, and have a lot of skills."

"You're vulgar, you're obscene!" the storyteller shouted, glaring at him.

"Yes... I saw it, I really saw it!" Just as the two were arguing, Li Xiaopang, who had been standing to the side, turned pale and began to tremble all over.

He resembled a patient with severe cerebral thrombosis, his mouth twitching, his face as white as paper, and his feet slowly turning inward, his eyes filled with excitement.

"What's wrong with you?!" Ren asked in surprise.

“I saw it… I really saw it, it’s right in front of me!” Li Xiaopang replied, his voice trembling.

"Snapped!"

The storyteller slapped him on the back of the head and roared, "I've told you before, don't look or listen!! Stop looking, stop looking!"

"That's it, that's it...!"

"Slap!" Seeing that he still refused to wake up, the storyteller raised his hand and slapped him again.

"Stop hitting me!" Li Xiaopang, his brains splattering from the beating, stammered as he roared, "Damn Zhongdeng, do you know what I saw? You fucking filmed it!"

"Isn't he an old man?" the storyteller asked in surprise.

"Did I say it was an old man?!" Li Xiaopang covered his head and jumped up and down, saying, "It's that divine object! I saw the divine object I'm looking for surging with light! Why did you hit me?"

"Oh, you should have said so earlier! My hand hurts from hitting you!" the storyteller replied, quite displeased. "This brat can't even speak properly."