Taking Shape

In the void, Lu Changsheng stood facing Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun had already regained his immortal, transcendent bearing. Smiling, he shook his head and said, "Fellow Daoist, we meet again so soon—and you've caused quite a commotion."

"I was merely undergoing a tribulation. I didn't expect it to draw you here," Lu Changsheng said calmly.

"It drew more than just me." Dao Ancestor Hongjun's long robes swayed. What had just happened was practically a massive tragedy in Hong Huang. So many cultivators had clutched their swollen bellies and wailed on the ground; anyone unaware of the situation might have thought this place had entered a dark age.

He asked, "The technique you created this time must have greatly increased your strength, Fellow Daoist?"

Lu Changsheng nodded. "It increased a little, more or less."

The Indestructible Scripture contained his Dao. His combat strength had increased by far more than a little. But one had to be humble, so Lu Changsheng always understated things.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun merely smiled, as though he had not been struck by the Saint's Eye at all. That move made whoever it stared at become pregnant. Who could withstand that? It would surely seize every advantage in battle.

His strength had increased by far more than a little.

Of course, he did not point it out.

Dressed in immaculate white, Lu Changsheng said, "Does Dao Ancestor have anything else to discuss? If not, I'll be leaving first."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun brushed his sleeve and asked, "May I know your Daoist title, Fellow Daoist?"

Lu Changsheng blinked. Come to think of it, he had never considered a title after becoming a Saint. After a brief pause, he said, "A Daoist title is merely a form of address. It does not matter. As long as the person remains, that is enough. If the person is gone, what meaning does a mere title have?"

Dao Ancestor Hongjun raised a white brow and smiled. "Fellow Daoist truly sees things clearly. I have nothing else to discuss, so I shall return first and await your visit to Zixiao Palace to Discuss Dao."

Hongjun would never know that Lu Changsheng had no Daoist title simply because he was overly cautious. What if he encountered some spell outside that could curse an enemy just by knowing their title?

Moreover, all the titles Lu Changsheng had gained before had been given to him by others, and he had never acknowledged them in public. Thus, even if someone wanted to use those titles against him, they had no opportunity.

"Certainly, certainly." Lu Changsheng coughed dryly.

If Dao Ancestor Hongjun had not brought up Discussing Dao, Lu Changsheng would not have thought about it at all.

After a brief chat, Dao Ancestor Hongjun returned to Zixiao Palace without mentioning a single word about being hit by the move.

Lu Changsheng's long hair drifted in the breeze, and before long, he too left the void.

In Hong Huang, the birth of that massive bizarre spectacle led many to speculate about who exactly had been undergoing the tribulation to cause so many people to be affected.

Driven by everyone's curiosity, rumors soon began to spread. Supposedly, in certain Saint Dojos, while people's bellies had swollen painfully, something strange had happened inside as well.

Perhaps some Saints had been affected too.

It was also said that the one undergoing the tribulation was a Saint.

However, not long after, the disciples and descendants of several Saints came forward to refute the rumors, claiming that their patriarchs knew nothing of the matter and had never been affected.

Still, the one undergoing the tribulation truly was a Saint.

Yet they did not reveal which Saint it had been.

This left countless cultivators guessing.

Some bold cultivators secretly tried to determine the identity of that Saint who had undergone the tribulation.

But after eliminating candidates one by one, they discovered that seemingly none of the famous Saints in Hong Huang had been the Saint undergoing the tribulation.

In other words, the person they had encountered that day had been the new Saint of Hong Huang, one who had never revealed himself.

Once they realized this, every cultivator's face darkened. So they had been watching a Saint undergo a tribulation that day.

No wonder that move had been so damaging and humiliating.

In an instant, an entire swath of cultivators had been affected.

Naturally, several Saints had tacitly agreed to conceal this embarrassing episode. If those cultivators found out that even Saints had been affected, they would probably piss themselves in fear whenever they saw Lu Changsheng in the future.

At the same time, Lu Changsheng, the Seventh Saint whom no one had ever met, gained a resounding title throughout Hong Huang—the Forbidden Saint.

A saying also began to circulate—whenever one encountered the Forbidden Saint, lowering one's head was necessary.

That forbidden move, which made people's bellies swell, caused unbearable pain, and restricted their strength, was truly terrifying.

At this moment, Lu Changsheng, the Forbidden Saint feared by countless cultivators, was in a cave abode with his consciousness immersed in the Chat Group.

This was a cave abode he had used before, but it had been abandoned after he had left to handle other matters.

Now that he remembered it, he came here to sit for a while.

Inside the Chat Group—

Mumen Rider: Everyone must have a lot to say...

Shinobu Kocho: Smile[]

Iron Man: Looks like I wasn't the only one who suffered that ten-plus seconds of pain.

Batman: I was careless.

Passerby Kamen Rider: I was kicking my junior's ass when that suddenly hit me. I seriously couldn't take it—I hurt so badly I felt half-dead.

Deep Sea Otaku: Hoho, I almost flipped the entire Pacific Ocean over.

Takanashi Rikka: It hurts so much (tears fell)

Seeing the chat history, Lu Changsheng remained expressionless. His Saint's Eye had not been broadcast through the livestream too, had it?

True Lord of Future Expectations: Did all of you get hit by my Saint's Eye?

Yatogami Tohka: Yes, yes.

Daigo: Thanks for nothing. True Monarch nearly murdered the whole group.

Dragon Maid: Hehe, Thor is online again! But it seems something bad happened?

Takanashi Rikka: Sob, sob, True Monarch, sob, sob.

Iron Man: Next time True Monarch uses that move, remember that we're watching the battle.

Batman: Still, it's impressive that True Monarch's power could travel through the livestream.

True Lord of Future Expectations: Ahem, I'm truly sorry.

Dragon Maid: I looked through the chat history. Did something happen during the Group Livestream?

Iron Man: @Dragon Maid, you definitely won't want to experience it. Those who understand, understand. Those who don't have no need to.

Dragon Maid: Speaking in riddles?

Lu Changsheng had not expected that using the Saint's Eye would affect the group members as well.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

Since people could be affected through a livestream spanning different worlds, what about those outside the formation, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who had been hiding in the shadows?

Lu Changsheng recalled the expressions of those cultivators he had seen. They did indeed seem somewhat off.

So they had been affected too.

And Dao Ancestor Hongjun—that old Saint had probably been affected as well.

Yet he had still been able to speak so calmly. What magnanimity.JPG

Even the corners of Lu Changsheng's mouth twitched.

Although this livestream had been requested by the group members, he had given everyone a blast of the Saint's Eye after opening it. That was somewhat inconsiderate. After all, he had once been known as the honest and dependable Chen Beixuan.

Therefore, Lu Changsheng gave everyone in the group some further guidance, telling them a few cultivation tips.

After some time passed, Lu Changsheng's system suddenly spoke.

[Dear, your Internet has been ready for quite some time now.]

"Internet?"

Lu Changsheng was about to ask where Hong Huang could possibly have Internet, but then he instantly remembered. Previously, some Grand Unity Golden Immortal who did not know better had crashed into him, and Lu Changsheng had caught him and put him to work building the Internet.

This immediately piqued Lu Changsheng's interest.

His eyes instantly saw through the threads of karma. With a single thought, as though the stars had shifted and space had changed, he vanished from the cave abode and headed for the place in Hong Huang where the Internet was located.

At the Internet site, with the Void Mirror serving as its center, that Grand Unity Golden Immortal was working diligently.

Beside him stood a Grand Luo Golden Immortal controlled by the system.

When Lu Changsheng arrived, he was like something nonexistent. Though he walked among them, no one noticed him.

The cultivators here differed from those elsewhere. Most of them held square Crystal Communicators, which contained several small games.

Many people lowered their heads, holding square crystals as they played those little games.

Lu Changsheng leaned closer to take a look. Fruit Ninja, Tetris...

These were precisely the bits of knowledge Lu Changsheng had passed on to that Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

Amused, he moved elsewhere to take another look.

By chance, he saw a cultivator holding a square crystal toward himself.

"Fellow Daoists, I am Mad Saber Daoist. The Spirit Beast corpse beside me is today's trophy." Mad Saber Daoist took a picture of himself, then muttered as he typed out some words.

He then posted it on his profile. Before long, it received plenty of likes.

Butterfly Dance Venerable—Fellow Daoist, you're in good health.

Great Mountain True Monarch—Brother Mad Saber, your Dao companion is looking for you everywhere.

White Cloud Fairy—Where the hell did you die? It's the Sect Audition today. Aren't you taking the dog to register for testing?

The comments made Mad Saber Daoist's expression change drastically. He pumped his legs and fled the place as fast as he could.

Lu Changsheng, hidden nearby, held back a laugh. If Hong Huang had the Internet, it would probably look just like this.

Still, this Internet had many areas that could be further refined and adjusted. But even as it was now, it had begun to take shape.

Give me more votes and let the author rise from the ashes.JPG

Title: Your Highness the Imperial Princess, I Will Save You!

Synopsis: "Is this Her Highness Princess Funeal?"

Liton looked up at Princess Funeal, the third imperial princess of the Erlasli Kingdom, standing at the grand ceremony. She was dazzling and radiant, with a brilliant smile. Yet one year later, at her coming-of-age ceremony, she would be discovered to be a witch, imprisoned, abandoned by all, and the entire kingdom would descend into turmoil.

"Your Highness, from today onward, I am your teacher."

"Your Highness, remember to dress beautifully today as well."

"Your Highness, please remember my instructions. Never come into contact with anyone or anything related to demonic nature. Hold fast to and trust the faith in your heart."

Liton looked at the girl, covered in blood and filth. She slowly raised her eyes. Her once-brilliant gaze was filled with endless darkness, while her pale little face struggled to force out a slightly apologetic smile. "...Teacher, I'm very sorry. I couldn't listen to you. I don't think I can hold on any longer."

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