Qin Feng's Legend Spreads Across the Myriad Worlds

The Nine Dragon Immortal Carriage sailed smoothly through the Chaos Sea without the slightest turbulence, as if this forbidden sea, which could even cause saints to lose their way, were merely a small pond in his backyard.

Qin Feng leaned back on the throne crafted from the core of the World Tree, his eyes half-closed, his posture extremely lazy, looking as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

Chaos Qi churned and roared outside the celestial chariot, evolving into a terrifying scene of birth, death, and decay, yet not even a ripple could reach this tranquil deck.

A pair of delicate hands that once made all the Dao tremble and could easily pluck stars from the sky were now carefully holding a nine-colored immortal fruit from the Perfect World.

The Ruthless, or rather, the Nannan, focused intently as she gently peeled back the paper-thin skin of the fruit with her fingertips, revealing the translucent flesh inside, which seemed to contain the essence of a universe's birth and death.

She didn't look up, but simply and naturally offered the peeled fruit to Qin Feng's lips, her movements practiced and serene.

Qin Feng didn't even bother to open his eyes. He slightly opened his mouth and slowly swallowed the supreme celestial treasure, which was enough to drive even Immortal King crazy, like eating an ordinary grape.

"Hmm, the fruits in this world are juicy and have just the right amount of sweetness."

He gave a lazy comment, his voice not loud, but carrying an unquestionable authority.

Upon hearing this, a faint smile involuntarily appeared on Nannan's usually cool lips. Nannan picked up another one and continued peeling it with focused concentration.

This feeling was wonderful; it brought her an unprecedented sense of peace and belonging to her heart, which had been lonely for millennia.

Not far away, around a round table made of innate spiritual jade, the atmosphere was equally harmonious.

The Willow God, dressed in a green robe, possessed unparalleled grace. With her fingertips, imbued with the boundless Life Great Dao, she gently traced patterns in the void, manifesting the cycle of birth and death in a world of plants and trees.

Nuwa and Queen Mother of the West, who were beside her, watched with great interest, occasionally offering their different insights on the laws of creation and the order of Yin and Yang. The three top goddesses from different worlds were like close friends who had known each other for countless years, exchanging their experiences.

Any leak of their discussion could shake the very laws governing a great world, and even trigger a frenzy of enlightenment.

But here, it's just a relaxed and pleasant tea party during a leisurely afternoon.

Occasionally, their gazes would inadvertently sweep over the man reclining on the throne, their eyes filled with a hint of helpless doting and heartfelt reassurance.

With him around, the sky won't fall down.

Just then, in the central temple of the celestial chariot, a huge treasure mirror formed from the radiance of billions of stars suddenly rippled.

"Look, look! It's the world of the Little Dot!"

Bixiao, one of the Three Immortals, was always the most active. She pointed at the treasure mirror and excitedly called out to everyone.

This divine artifact, which Qin Feng named "The Myriad Worlds Mirror," can reflect all the worlds they have ever visited and observe the current state of the "good karma" they left behind.

The image in the treasure mirror is now clearly locked onto a vast, boundless world, radiant with celestial light.

An ancient Heavenly Court, so majestic it defies description, floats atop the universe.

In the central square of the Heavenly Court, a young Immortal Emperor, dressed in imperial robes and with a familiar youthful air between his brows, sat high above the nine heavens, preaching to the billions of living beings below.

It was Shi Hao, the Little Dot who had fully grown up.

His voice transformed into the universal hymn of the Great Dao, resounding throughout the entire Immortal Domain.

"... Above all paths, there is the supreme. Long ago, a Divine Being from Beyond the Heavens descended upon this realm. His splendor was beyond words, and his power was beyond the measure of time and space."

In Shi Hao's eyes shone a deep reverence and longing that came from the depths of his soul.

"With a mere flick of his finger, he quelled all the sources of turmoil in my realm; with a casual word, he paved the path to eternity for my world. The path I have attained today is but a fraction of the opportunity bestowed upon me by the gods of the past."

"We must remember that the peace and prosperity this world enjoys today is all thanks to the blessings of the gods and humans. We revere them as the Teacher of Myriad Daos!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young Immortal Emperor rose from his throne and respectfully bowed to the void, to the unknown direction in the darkness.

Below, countless Immortal King, True Immortal, and even mortals all knelt down devoutly in the same direction, following their emperor.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Teacher of Myriad Daos!"

The sound, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, transcended the barriers of time and space, as if it were being transmitted from the treasure mirror.

On the deck, the goddesses watched this scene and all smiled knowingly.

"This little guy is quite good at talking," Bixiao commented with a grin.

Qin Feng remained lying down, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, seemingly quite satisfied with the title of "Teacher of Myriad Daos".

The scene in the treasure mirror shifts to another equally magnificent universe.

Beyond the starry sky, on the edge of the universe.

An unimaginably colossal stone monument was forcibly erected atop the cosmic barrier, radiating an immortal divine light.

Before the stone tablet, a young emperor, equally outstanding and already Reign Supreme, was personally holding a carving knife formed from the laws of the Great Dao, carving the final stroke on the stone tablet.

It was Ye Fan.

As he finished writing the last stroke, the entire monument shone with brilliance, and lines of golden ancient characters seemed to come alive, manifesting in the universe.

"The Heavenly Emperor Qin Feng, accompanied by goddesses from all the heavens, traveled here. In the midst of laughter and conversation, he pacified the forbidden zone and quelled the turmoil; with a wave of his hand, he shattered the heart of heaven and ushered in a golden age. His kindness is boundless and can never be repaid throughout the ages. This monument is erected to commemorate his achievements and for future generations to admire."

After finishing carving the inscription, Ye Fan let out a long sigh of relief, a smile of relief spreading across his face.

He turned to look at Ji Ziyue, Pang Bo, and the others beside him, who also possessed extraordinary bearing, and smiled, "From this day forward, the legend of the Heavenly Emperor will forever be passed down in this universe."

Behind him, countless powerful figures of the new era gazed at the monument that suppressed the edge of the universe, seemingly destined to endure until the end of an era, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.

In the Myriad Worlds Mirror, familiar scenes flashed by one after another.

In the Primordial World, under the joint rule of Nuwa and Shi Ji, the demon race and the Interception Sect lived in harmony, the Three Realms were in good order, and there was no longer any worry about immeasurable calamities.

In the world of Journey to the West, after Sun Wukong became the Victorious Fighting Buddha, his first stop wasn't to report to the Spirit Mountain. Instead, he carried two jars of fine wine and ran deep into the Water Curtain Cave of Flower-Fruit Mountain, where he stood before the stone carving left by Qin Feng and began to recount his glorious deeds.

One by one, the worlds that had once been "ravaged" by Qin Feng were ushered in an unprecedented, peaceful, and brilliant golden age because of his arrival.

And Qin Feng's name, in various ways, has become a myth within a myth, a legend within a legend, and has been forever remembered.

Finally, the light of the Myriad Worlds Mirror slowly dimmed.

A profound silence fell over the deck.

Qin Feng slowly sat up from his throne, stretched out a big yawn, and the Chaos Sea rippled because of his action.

He glanced around at the goddesses surrounding him, their faces displaying a range of beauty—some gentle, some charming, some serene—and a satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Being invincible is indeed somewhat lonely."

He spoke slowly, and just when the goddesses thought he was about to start his old "lonely master" performance again, he changed the subject.

"But with you guys around, these lonely days are actually... kind of lively."

Having said that, he laughed heartily, stood up, walked to the very front of the celestial chariot, opened his arms, and embraced the endless chaos before him.

Let's go!

His voice was filled with unprecedented passion and unrestrained spirit.

Our journey is to the Sea of Stars!

Roar--!

As if sensing their master's intentions, the nine Chaos Divine Dragon simultaneously unleashed a dragon roar that resonated through the ages, pulling the celestial chariot and transforming it into an unstoppable stream of light, hurtling towards the deeper and more unknown reaches of the Chaos Sea.

As for where their destination is?

No one asked, and no one cared.

For everyone on the celestial chariot, as long as that man was by their side, any direction was their way home.

The legend of Qin Feng continues to circulate throughout the myriad realms.

And he, along with his Goddess Immortal Alliance, has already set off to create the next legend.

--This concludes the article; farewell, Jianghu!

(The End)