Hongmeng Wish System

After Sect Master Tongtian left Golden Ao Island, the myriad immortals of the Interception Sect departed one after another as well. The vast Azure Palace was left with Ye Changqing all alone.

The life force within him slowly ebbed away, and his soul continued to dissipate. He had less than a thousand years left to live.

He had thought that once he became a Saint, he could rewrite the outcome of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.

But he had been far too naïve!

Old Ancestor Hongjun had once said that the minor trends of Heaven's Dao could be changed, but its great vows could not.

Could it really be coming true?

Scene after scene from his Inner Demon tribulation resurfaced in his mind. Only he knew they weren't illusions, but glimpses of the near future.

A wave of sorrow washed over him. Was the Interception Sect truly doomed to suffer a calamity?

Cough, cough...

Ye Changqing coughed twice, blood running from the corner of his mouth.

His fluctuating state of mind had made his injuries even worse!

For an instant, he felt dizzy and disoriented, his entire body growing weaker.

In the blink of an eye, he lost more than half of his remaining life force.

His eyes grew sunken and his gaze turned cloudy. His hair went gray and brittle, and his back slowly hunched. In an instant, he seemed decades older.

His breath was frighteningly faint, his blood and qi utterly depleted, and a deathly aura hung around him.

If he hadn't steadied his Dao heart in time, his life would have been snuffed out on the spot.

"Ding! Host's remaining lifespan has fallen below one hundred years. The Hongmeng Wish System is now binding!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out, startling Ye Changqing.

He quickly realized that his system cheat had finally arrived.

Ye Changqing was at a loss for words. I've already achieved Dao and become a Saint, and you still didn't show up.

Now that I'm about to die, is this damn system here to see me off?

I'll be dead—what use is a lousy system to me then?

Hmm?

Hongmeng Wish System?

Good grief!

This thing really had shown up to send him on his way...

There were so many things to complain about that Ye Changqing didn't even know where to begin.

He drew a deep breath, suppressing his anger. Whatever. Having a system was better than having none.

"System, what can you do?"

He decided to give it a chance to prove itself.

"Ding! The Hongmeng Wish System can arrange a grand, mysterious funeral for the host, letting others know that you had a mysterious past."

"As long as people believe in the mysterious past the host creates while alive, everything will come true after your death!"

At least that last part sounded like something a person would say, and Ye Changqing unclenched his fist.

He thought it over. It didn't seem too bad.

It was a little like the Word-into-Reality power he'd experienced when becoming a Saint.

The only difference was that the system's power came with a delay and would only take effect after he died.

Ye Changqing was still a little suspicious. Was the system going to pull one over on him?

Either way, he'd be dead by then. Who could say whether it would actually work?

"System, this is our first time meeting. How about you show me what you can do?"

"Maybe heal my injuries..."

There weren't many transmigrators who could bargain with their systems, but Ye Changqing was one of them.

When the system didn't respond, he tried again. "If I wish to come back to life after I die, can you make it happen?"

System: "The host will find out after death!"

Ye Changqing was speechless. If he was dead, how the hell would he find out?

But he had no other choice. He could only follow the system's instructions and begin writing down all sorts of mysterious details about his past.

[I once swallowed the sun and moon, held the cosmos within my chest, and evolved the Primordial World. The world called me the Hongmeng Controller!]

[I once quelled chaos, severed the source of darkness, and ascended beyond the Nine Heavens to cut off the River of Time!]

[I once reincarnated for ten thousand lifetimes and transcended life and death. All who chanted my true name would find eternal life within the cycle of reincarnation!]

Ye Changchang spent several hours composing a mysterious and unfathomable account of his past.

If even one of these claims came true, it would shake the Primordial World.

He didn't entirely trust the system. He was simply trying to seize a sliver of hope for himself and the Interception Sect.

It also fit the Interception Sect's teachings perfectly.

Once Ye Changqing had finished, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He still had a hundred years to spend as he pleased.

Compared with the few short decades he'd lived in his previous life, this one had been full enough.

But he still had plenty of regrets...

The Primordial World was full of beautiful immortals, each lovelier than the last—like his junior sisters.

They had been beautiful ever since they took human form, completely natural and untouched by any additives.

They were countless times more beautiful than the movie stars of his previous life.

But he had spent the first half of his life treading carefully, always worried that someone would discover he was a transmigrator.

Then, in the second half, he had devoted himself to cultivation to save the Interception Sect, casting all such thoughts aside.

Now, the thought filled him with regret. He really had failed to appreciate the blessings he'd had.

Life was short. One ought to enjoy it while one could!

"Cough, cough... Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, Bixiao!"

Ye Changqing cleared his throat and called toward the hall's entrance, intending to have his junior sisters entertain him.

Just imagining a group of junior sisters dancing gracefully made him burst out laughing.

"Dance, dance!"

Distracted, Ye Changqing ordered the figures who had entered.

All the Ten Heavenly Lords of Golden Ao Island except Golden Light Holy Mother had been left outside the Azure Palace by Daoist Duobao to await orders and stand by for Senior Disciple Brother.

They had heard Senior Disciple Brother calling from inside the hall, so they hurried in to check on him.

They hadn't expected to be thrown by his command the moment they entered.

But since it was Senior Disciple Brother's order, they would obey.

And so, a group of men began to dance, striking one coquettish pose after another.

"Holy crap?"

When Ye Changqing came to his senses and saw the painful sight before him, his laughter abruptly stopped.

"That's enough, that's enough!"

"Stop dancing already!"

The Ten Heavenly Lords were baffled, but they still followed Senior Disciple Brother's instructions and obediently stood to one side.

Their faces were bright red. They had never done anything so humiliating before.

But where had this inexplicable thrill come from?

At that moment, it was as though their lives had been elevated to a higher plane!

As expected of Senior Disciple Brother. He'd used this method to illuminate their path!

When the Ten Heavenly Lords looked at Ye Changqing again, their eyes were filled with even deeper respect.

Looking at them, Ye Changqing pictured their eventual fate.

The Ten Heavenly Lords of Golden Ao Island would lay out the Ten Ultimate Formations, only to be defeated one by one by Daoist Randeng and the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect, meeting their ends with their bodies and Dao destroyed.

He couldn't help shaking his head. These guys really were a bunch of idiots.

Everyone knew how important it was to stick together in a fight. Why did they keep charging in one by one, like the Calabash Brothers trying to save their grandpa?

A perfectly good free-for-all battle game, and they'd somehow turned it into a tower-defense game.

And not just any tower-defense game—a turn-based one!

Compared with the cunning old fox Daoist Randeng, they were as naïve as blank sheets of paper.

Ye Changqing planned to teach the young Ten Heavenly Lords a lesson someday. It might just change their futures.