Three Thousand Years Later, the Second Preaching of the Dao Begins

Even Bodhi had absolutely no chance of protecting him.

This was a method of stealing the Heavenly Dao. Now that the Heavenly Dao was gone, the Seven Saints had all perished, and the Myriad Heavens and Universes had collapsed and scattered throughout Chaos, among countless universes.

Having won the battle in which the emperors descended upon the Nine Realms, Su Changqing and Ji Xingyue had become the true rulers of the Nine Realms.

Who would come to fight Su Changqing?

Would he fight himself?

"But this path is difficult." Su Changqing spoke calmly.

He had visualized the Six Paths of Reincarnation, that supreme creation, with its countless intricate gears standing within the Nine Netherworlds of the underworld like a vast heavenly banner.

He had used the skin of the Ancestral Dragon, the water of the endless Taiyin Long River, and countless treasures from the Nine Realms to forge the three-inch Changqing Realm in his palm.

His path could not be replicated.

"Of all the fortune beneath heaven, there is but one stone, and you alone possess seven measures of it."

Immortal Cloud Great Emperor fell silent for a moment, gazed at Su Changqing, and sighed softly.

No one in the world possessed greater fortune than Su Changqing.

Immortal Cloud had once, by a fortunate coincidence, stolen a vast stretch of the heavens, obtained the inheritance of the Supreme One, cultivated the Dao of Immortal Cloud, and hidden outside the Death Abyss, never daring to leave.

But what about Su Changqing? Not only did he act openly, the Nine Realms revered him, the universe respected him, his loyalty and righteousness were unmatched, and he was praised as the First Divine General.

Most importantly, the Nine Realms Empress trusted him far too much. He could draw upon the endless Taiyin Long River