Hongmeng Wish System

On Golden Ao Island, after Sect Master Tongtian departed, the Myriad Immortals of the Jie Cult also left one after another. In the vast Azure Palace, only Ye Changqing remained, alone.

The vitality within his body slowly drained, his soul continuously dissipated, and his lifespan was less than a thousand years.

He had originally thought that after Becoming a Saint, he could rewrite the ending of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.

But he was still too naive!

Old Ancestor Hongjun had once said that minor trends of the Heavenly Dao could be changed, but not major vows.

Had it truly come true?

Scenes from the Inner Demon Tribulation replayed in his mind. Only he knew that they were not illusions, but the near future.

He felt a wave of sadness. Was the Jie Cult truly destined to be unable to escape this calamity?

Cough cough...

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

Due to his emotional turmoil, his injuries worsened!

He instantly felt dizzy, his entire being becoming even more listless.

In just a moment, more than half of his vitality had drained away.

His eyes sank deep, his gaze gradually becoming clouded, his hair turned withered and white, and his back slowly hunched. In an instant, he appeared decades older.

His aura also weakened terrifyingly, his blood and qi dried up, and a deathly stillness permeated his entire body.

If he hadn't managed to stabilize his Dao heart in time, he would have likely exhausted his lamp oil and died on the spot.

"Ding, detecting that the host's lifespan is less than one hundred years. The Hongmeng Wish System is binding!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out, startling Ye Changqing.

He immediately realized it was his system, his golden finger, finally arriving.

Ye Changqing was speechless. Laozi had already achieved Dao and become a Saint, and you didn't show up. Now that I'm dying, is this damn system here to see me off? What use is this broken system to me when I'm already dead?

Hmm?

Hongmeng Wish System?

Alas!

This damn thing really is here to send me off...

There were simply too many things to complain about. Ye Changqing didn't know where to begin.

He took a deep breath to suppress the anger within him. Fine, having a system is better than having none.

"System, what are your functions?"

He decided to give it a chance to prove itself and asked.

"Ding, the Hongmeng Wish System can create a high-class funeral for the host, letting others know you had a mysterious past."

"As long as the mysterious past the host created during their lifetime is believed by others, then everything after death will be realized!"

Fortunately, the latter half of the sentence finally sounded like something a person would say, allowing Ye Changqing to unclench his fists.

He pondered for a moment. It seemed pretty good.

This was somewhat similar to the "word becomes law" he had experienced when Becoming a Saint.

Except this system had a delay and could only manifest after his death.

Ye Changqing still had some doubts. Wouldn't this system be tricking me?

Anyway, I'll be kicking the bucket soon. Who knows if it'll actually work.

"System, this is our first meeting. How about you show me your talent?"

"For example, heal my injuries..."

There weren't many transmigrators who could bargain with a system, and Ye Changqing was one of them.

Seeing that the system didn't respond, he probed again, "If I make a wish for resurrection after death, can you fulfill it?"

System: "The host will know after death!"

Ye Changqing was speechless. What the hell can I know after I'm dead?

But he had no other choice now. He could only follow the system's instructions and begin writing down his many mysterious past deeds.

[I once swallowed the sun and moon with my mouth, held the universe in my chest, evolved the Primordial World, and the world called me the Hongmeng Controller!]

[I once quelled chaos, severed the source of darkness, and stepped above the nine heavens to block the River of Time!]

[I once reincarnated for ten thousand lifetimes, transcending life and death. Those who chant my true name shall find eternal life in their reincarnation!]

Ye Changqing spent several hours composing a mysterious and unfathomable personal history for himself.

If they were to be realized, each one of them would shake the Primordial World.

He didn't fully believe the system either, but he was merely trying to seize a sliver of hope for himself and the Jie Cult.

This was quite in line with the Jie Cult's doctrines.

After finishing these things, Ye Changqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. He still had a hundred years to spare.

Compared to his previous life, which lasted only a few decades, this life had been exciting enough.

However, he still had many regrets...

In the Primordial World, there were many fairies, all as beautiful as flowers, such as his junior sisters.

Their appearances had been beautiful since their transformation, naturally beautiful, pure, and with no additives.

They were countless times more attractive than the movie stars from his previous life.

But in the first half of his life, he had lived cautiously, constantly worried about his identity as a transmigrator being discovered.

In the second half of his life, he had desperately cultivated to save the Jie Cult, putting these matters aside.

Thinking back now, it caused him immense heartache. He truly hadn't appreciated his blessings when he had them.

Life is short, seize the day!

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

Ye Changqing cleared his throat and called out a few times towards the entrance of the main hall, intending to have his junior sisters entertain him.

The thought of his junior sisters dancing gracefully made him chuckle.

"Dance, dance!"

The dazed Ye Changqing commanded the few figures entering the hall.

Apart from Golden Light Holy Mother, all of the Ten Heavenly Lords of Golden Ao Island were kept outside the Azure Palace by Daoist Duobao, awaiting the Senior Disciple Brother's orders at any time.

When they heard the Senior Disciple Brother's call from inside the hall, they hurried in to check.

To their surprise, they were bewildered by the Senior Disciple Brother's command as soon as they entered.

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

Thus, a group of grown men began to dance, striking various poses.

"Holy crap?"

When Ye Changqing snapped back to reality and saw the eye-searing scene, his laughter abruptly stopped.

"Enough, enough!"

"Please stop dancing!"

The Ten Heavenly Lords were a bit confused but still followed the Senior Disciple Brother's orders and obediently stood aside.

Their faces were flushed; this was the first time they had done something so embarrassing.

But where did this inexplicable sense of pleasure come from?

At this moment, their lives seemed to have been elevated!

The Senior Disciple Brother was indeed the Senior Disciple Brother, using such a method to guide them.

When the Ten Heavenly Lords looked at Ye Changqing again, their respect deepened.

Ye Changqing looked at them, and their future fates flashed through his mind.

The Ten Heavenly Lords of Golden Ao Island set up the Ten Absolute Arrays, only to be individually defeated by Daoist Randeng and the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, resulting in their deaths.

He couldn't help but shake his head. These guys were truly a bunch of simpletons.

Everyone knew the importance of teamwork, so why were they like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandpa, rushing to their deaths one by one?

A perfectly good free-for-all game had been turned into a tower defense game by them.

And a turn-based tower defense game at that!

Compared to the cunning Daoist Randeng, they were as pure as a blank sheet of paper.

Ye Changqing planned to give the young Ten Heavenly Lords a lesson in the future, a lesson that might change their destiny.