Capítulo 824: Chapter 532: The Only Correct Path “The repair panel is essentially a crystallization of space-time laws, but it’s not just your own Dao Seed; there’s also a part of Xue Qing in it.” “She has an Original Bone behind her waist, which is why her body’s recovery speed is different from ordinary people. It can independently communicate with Heaven and Earth Laws and thus interfere with the bodies of living creatures. You personally took it off and integrated it into the Dao Seed, giving yourself an extra life-saving trump card.” “The Heaven Concealing Technique and the Luck Stealing Skill are just aliases. Being able to interfere with Heavenly Fate is essentially Heaven’s Mandate, same as the abilities of the Good Corpse and the Evil Corpse, which is me.” As soon as the words fell, the Little Taoist flipped his hand and took out an incomplete Jade Token, handing it to Chu Zheng. It should have been round, but now only a third remained: “What you hold now is Heaven’s Mandate, which is me.” His face was solemn, sitting upright, staring at Chu Zheng, and speaking in a deep voice: “Have you decided what you want? Which path do you wish to take?” Chu Zheng’s gaze deepened without a hint of hesitation, speaking in a deep voice: “The only correct one.” He came to the Ancient Times precisely for this, and now the path has appeared—how could he not take it? “Good, I will help you.” The Little Taoist wasn’t surprised, a slight smirk on his lips: “Many of your current memories will affect your judgment and ultimately cause you to make wrong choices. I will help you conceal them until you achieve the status of Chengzu, then I will unlock some of them.” “After inheriting the Heavenly Position, can everything be achieved?” Chu Zheng probed. The Little Taoist nodded without hesitation: “As long as you desire, everything you want will come true.” Chu Zheng took a deep breath, nodding slightly: “I have another question to ask you.” “Ask,” the Little Taoist nodded. “When you created the Universe, was it truly for all beings to achieve eternal life?” Chu Zheng squinted slightly, staring at the Little Taoist, not missing any subtle expression on his face. The Little Taoist’s expression remained calm, shaking his head slightly: “It’s not important anymore; it was the biggest mistake I made in this life, and it cannot be undone.” Chu Zheng pondered for a long time, thinking back and forth, making sure nothing was overlooked, he nodded slightly: The Little Taoist raised his hand and patted the coffin, laughing playfully: “What do you think of this coffin? I quite model; it’s comfortable to sleep in and quiet. When you leave, you can take it and try it out, maybe it will come in handy one day.” Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng’s expression remained calm; after a moment of silence, he finally spoke: “I will use it to bury the entire Epoch, returning everything to its rightful path.” Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fıre·net The Little Taoist’s expression stiffened, and then he nodded with a smile. A point of chaotic light appeared at his fingertips, gently pressing into Chu Zheng’s brow: Chu Zheng only felt as if billions of sealed gates in his mind were crashing down, and an endless fog surged; many memories and cognitions, just learned and enough to shake the ages, quickly became vague and distant, finally sealed by an invisible barrier in the deepest part of his consciousness, leaving only some blurred concepts. The Little Taoist’s voice, seeming distant yet near, drifted into his mind: “Nowadays, ancient history has shifted somewhat; you’d better not do anything too impactful to this era, disappearing for a while would be best.” “But there are two things you must do: first, steal the Heavenly Mirror from the Star Moon Ancient Clan and then suppress it in Chaos Sea. The Heavenly Mirror contains portions of Heavenly Fate, a rare spiritual object capable of holding Heavenly Fate, which is essential for Zheng Chu to become Chengzu. Without the Heavenly Mirror, Zheng Chu cannot achieve Chengzu before entering the Chaos Sea via Martial Hall, let alone shield you from tribulations.” “Additionally, the Heavenly Mirror is a must-have for his duel with Fu Pinglan; without it, Zheng Chu won’t survive until you arrive, and may be slain in an instant, causing significant repercussions.” “Second, you must excavate the Jue Feng Clan’s ancestral tomb, slay Feng Wenzhong to extract fortune; this deed must be done, as it happened in the official history. After completing these, you should pretty much know what to do from then on.” With these whispered words, time seemed to lose meaning—perhaps a moment, perhaps millennia. When Chu Zheng opened his eyes again, before him was still that desolate, silently aged ancient palace, as if nothing had changed. Yet he distinctly felt a large void in his mind, numerous crucial memories obscured by a thick veil; he sensed their existence but couldn’t grasp specific details. He still remembered meeting a Little Taoist who claimed to be the Master of Heavenly Fortune and engaged in a conversation, but the specifics of what was discussed were already vague, leaving only fragmented pieces. The once somewhat clear memories of the future were now shrouded in a thin veil. He slowly walked to that dark gold coffin’s side. The coffin was now completely empty. The two figures identical to the Little Taoist had vanished without a trace, leaving only the cold coffin bottom, as if what was seen before was merely an illusion. However, Chu Zheng knew it was not. He leaned on the coffin and watched for a long time, a memory suddenly surfaced, and the Little Taoist seemed to have instructed him to take the coffin away. Although the specific use of this coffin was unclear, taking it away seemed like it wouldn’t be wrong at present. He hesitated no longer, his thoughts moved, Yuan Qi circulating within, directly collecting the enormous coffin. Once the coffin was removed, a familiar teleportation gate, previously covered on the ground below, appeared with twisted edges and rotating light inside. Chu Zheng stood before the teleportation gate, giving one last glance at the empty, silent grand hall, a complex look flashing in his eyes. Immediately, he hesitated no longer, stepped into the light gate, and his figure was instantly engulfed by chaotic light, disappearing without a trace. Stepping out of the chaotic, twisted teleportation light gate, Chu Zheng landed on a meteor floating amidst the cold starry sky. The meteor’s surface was rugged, covered in thick cosmic dust, with distant denser bands of star debris, and some dead silent, weakly glowing shattered continents. Most prominently, deadly clashes and energy fluctuations were going on intensely. Right in front of him, less than ten million miles away in the starry sky, at least a dozen figures were frantically battling; Immortal Light glimmered like waterfalls, accompanied by fierce roars, intertwined and clashed, producing deafening booms. Scattered energy aftermath swept through surrounding meteors and fragments like tidal waves, crushing them into cosmic dust. The participants’ attire differed, but it was evidently clear which ancient clans they belonged to, seemingly fighting over a vast mineral boulder emitting strange radiance. Judging by the aura fluctuations, it should be an extremely rare Immortal Gold from outside. Chu Zheng’s appearance, especially the ancient clan blood seal surrounding him, instantly drew the attention of certain existences. “Hmm?! Is that… Zheng Chu?!” Amidst the battle, a middle-aged man clad in Void Cloud Pattern Armor first noticed, forcing back his opponent with a blade and locking his sharp gaze, like an eagle, onto the newly stabilized Chu Zheng. Without any hesitation, several True Immortals once engaged in chaotic fighting instantly reached an agreement, unanimously opting to temporarily abandon their opponents and the contested treasures, shifting and becoming streaks ripping through the starry sky, carrying monstrous killing intent, rushing directly toward Chu Zheng’s location. Their speed was stunning; before having arrived, the incomparably sharp Immortal Treasure Divine Skills already approached Chu Zheng. An Immortal Blade transformed into ten thousand-foot cyan rays, slicing the void and striking towards Chu Zheng’s brow. A vast hand formed by immortal power, ensnared by Wind and Thunder Power, fell like a sky-covering canopy. Countless ice needles flashing eerie blue venomous light followed closely, like a storm pouring down, instantly turning the void into a sieve. Three True Immortals, two of Seven Tribulations, one of Six Tribulations, attacked with an unreserved combined finishing strike, clearly indicating high expectations from their clan. Chu Zheng stood on the meteor, the rushing wind whipping his robes to flap, his hair billowing. Facing this sudden assault, his expression turned cold, a flash of icy glint passed through his deep-set gaze. He didn’t look at the mighty Immortal Sword or giant hand, merely slowly raising his right hand. His five fingers slightly spread, and he gently clenched at the void ahead.