Immortality Divine Ability, Altering Fate with a Single Thought!

Blood Sea Ancestor's expression froze.

He suddenly realized what was happening. His face turned ashen, and the terror in his eyes transformed into desperate madness in an instant.

The remaining true essence within him erupted abruptly. The lingering aura of a ninth-level Saint Emperor Realm cultivator burst forth like a final flash before death, and his entire body seemed on the verge of self-destruction.

"If you won't leave me a way to live, then we'll die together!"

The self-destruction of a peak Saint Emperor Realm expert was something even a Quasi-Emperor Realm cultivator would avoid at all costs.

But then—

"Greater Divine Ability, Myriad Swords Return to the Sect."

Chen Changqing's voice drifted down as though from the Ninth Heaven.

The next moment.

All color between heaven and earth was swallowed whole.

Countless strands of sword intent appeared from the void, each sharp to the absolute extreme, like the first glimmer of edge conceived when heaven and earth first opened.

There were no swords, no sword light—only pure sword intent.

Those sword intents descended from every direction at once, soundless and traceless, yet in that instant, even the entire starry sky dimmed by several degrees.

Blood Sea Ancestor's fleeing figure abruptly stalled.

He lowered his head and looked at his body.

There were no wounds, no bloodstains.

Yet he could clearly feel it: streams of vitality were draining from within him, instantly cut into nothingness by those countless sword intents.

Bang—

A dull sound rang out.

Blood Sea Ancestor, a ninth-level Saint Emperor Realm cultivator, turned into a cloud of blood mist in the void just like that. Even his soul failed to escape.

Almost at the same moment.

All cultivators aboard the seven Blood God Palace warships froze where they stood.

Shock and bewilderment still lingered on their faces, but those expressions were forever fixed there.

The seven warships silently turned into countless fragments amid the stars. Together with every corpse aboard, they vanished completely in an instant like fireworks blooming across the night sky.

Not one remained.

The entire starry sky returned to silence.

Chen Haotian opened his mouth, but swallowed the words that reached his lips.

This brat's Greater Divine Ability was becoming more and more outrageous.

That Myriad Swords Return to the Sect just now had sent a chill down even his spine as a ninth-level Quasi-Emperor Realm expert. Even if he faced it head-on, he would likely have to pay a tremendous price.

No, that was wrong. It would not be a price—he would have to pay with his life.

This brat... could actually kill a Quasi-Emperor Realm cultivator in seconds!!!

Chen Haotian's scalp went numb from the shock. Fortunately, this monstrous freak was one of the Chen Family's own little cubs.

Beside him, Lin Yue Ru stared blankly toward where the seven warships had vanished, at the Blood God Palace cultivators who had once pursued her across countless miles, yet now had not even left behind a speck of dust.

Her body trembled faintly, and an indescribably complex emotion flickered in her eyes.

These people had destroyed her family, slaughtered her loved ones, and driven her into a desperate corner.

And now, before her eyes, they had been crushed into nothingness like ants.

She slowly turned her head toward Chen Changqing. The reverence and gratitude in her eyes were so thick they seemed impossible to dissolve.

Yet Chen Changqing did not look at her.

He withdrew the Dao Resonance of Myriad Swords Return to the Sect, casually crippled Xue Wuyou's cultivation, then tossed him before Lin Yue Ru.

"I'll leave him to you."

Lin Yue Ru took a deep breath at the sight, forcing down the sob caught in her throat. She turned and kowtowed heavily three times to Chen Changqing and Chen Haotian.

"Senior, I can never repay your great kindness."

"From this day onward, Lin Yue Ru's life belongs to you, Senior."

"Through mountains of blades and seas of fire, even death ten thousand times would not make me hesitate."

Her expression was incomparably resolute.

Immediately afterward.

Just as Xue Wuyou had met his end in his previous life.

Lin Yue Ru cut him again and again, skinning him and pulling out his tendons...

After a long while.

The screams gradually weakened, finally fading into dead silence.

The true-essence dagger in Lin Yue Ru's hand dissipated into the air. Her entire body was drenched in blood, but her eyes were astonishingly clear.

At the moment her great vengeance was fulfilled, she neither cried nor laughed. She merely drew a deep breath, as though exhaling every shadow that had been pressed within her heart.

Ancestor Chen Haotian stood nearby with his hands behind his back, never once looking away.

He watched Lin Yue Ru raise her blade and bring it down, watched Xue Wuyou breathe his last, and a trace of approval flashed through his eyes.

"This girl... is decisive in killing and possesses extraordinary resolve!"

Chen Changqing nodded slightly at those words.

According to the course of events in Xue Wuyou's memories, Lin Yue Ru possessed no heaven-defying physique, no ancient bloodline, and no peerless innate talent. Yet she had forcibly risen from an ant, step by step, to the peak of the Imperial Path, even able to withstand the might of immortal artifacts head-on.

Such perseverance and temperament truly made her worthy of the title of a woman favored by destiny's fortune.

Lin Yue Ru turned around, walked before Chen Changqing, and bowed deeply once more.

This time, she said no more words of gratitude. She merely retreated silently to one side and stood with her hands lowered, her posture as respectful as that of a disciple who had served her master for years.

She had already made up her mind.

From now on, whatever arrangements the Chen Family made for her, she would accept without a word.

Chen Changqing had saved her life, and Chen Changqing had avenged her hatred.

Then for the rest of her life, she would follow the Chen Family.

Chen Changqing's gaze left Lin Yue Ru and fell upon the Purple Azure Token in his hand.

The purple and azure gleam on the token still flickered softly, while the nourishment of the Longevity Dao Resonance continued.

"Oh, right..."

Ancestor Chen Haotian suddenly spoke. There was a rare note of anticipation in his voice as he stared fixedly at the token in Chen Changqing's hand.

"In Xue Wuyou's memories just now, I think I saw that girl Wan'er... It was real, wasn't it?"

In the memories of Xue Wuyou's previous life, he had repeatedly seen Lin Wan'er appear in soul form to help Lin Yue Ru.

Each time had been at a critical moment between life and death, and every trace of remnant soul power consumed her soul, which had already been on the verge of dispersing.

Especially the final time, when she had blocked a fatal strike for Lin Yue Ru, nearly burning away the last thread of her soul power...

That soul phantom in the memory was so faint that its features could barely be seen, but Chen Haotian was absolutely certain that she was Lin Wan'er.

Seeing the nervous anticipation on his ancestor's face, Chen Changqing's lips curved upward slightly. He nodded. "That's right!"

"This token was forged from a fragment of the Purple Azure Spirit Sword."

"That girl Wan'er has remained hidden within it all this time in the form of a remnant soul."

"Then she..."

Chen Haotian's voice tightened slightly. "Can she recover?"

"Judging by the time."

Chen Changqing lowered his head and glanced at the azure light flowing across the token. He smiled softly. "She should be waking soon."

Chen Haotian let out a long breath at those words. Excitement, completely undisguised, surfaced on his normally composed face. He paced back and forth twice, muttering under his breath.

"Wonderful... wonderful!"

A million years had passed.

When he had personally sealed Chen Changqing away back then, his greatest regret had been that he could not seal those little ones who had followed Chen Changqing into Divine Source as well.

But Divine Source was so precious. Being able to allocate some to Chen Changqing's parents had already been the limit of what he could achieve against all opposition.

Whenever he thought of it, helplessness would rise in his heart.

Now, Chen Changqing had not only broken free from his seal, but even his parents had awakened unharmed.

And now, that girl Wan'er was actually still here—and could even recover!

The joy in Chen Haotian's heart was simply more exhilarating than being reborn himself.

Just then—

Buzz!

The Purple Azure Token in Chen Changqing's hand suddenly burst forth with an incomparably dazzling azure radiance.

The light was pure and gentle, not blinding, yet impossible to look away from.

Wherever the radiance reached, the bloody stench permeating the void was swept clean. Even the distant stars seemed several degrees brighter in that instant.

Within the token, the Longevity Dao Resonance surged out like a tide, so dense it nearly became tangible.

Those azure points of Dao Resonance gathered, intertwined, and spun through the air, gradually sketching the outline of a slender figure.

First came the soul.

That soul phantom slowly emerged from the token. At first, it was only a vague silhouette, like dust scattered by the wind, liable to disperse at any moment.

But wrapped in the Longevity Dao Resonance, that indistinct outline began to be precisely drawn out from nothingness, bit by bit, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was as if an unseen craftsman were using the Great Dao as a brush and vitality as ink, redrawing her existence stroke by stroke.

Then came the body.

Chen Changqing raised his right hand and pointed into the air. Two words slipped from his lips. "Take form."

The instant his words fell, endless azure motes appeared around the soul phantom from thin air. Every single mote contained life essence so dense it had reached the extreme.

As though answering some supreme summons, those motes surged madly toward the soul phantom, beginning to grow flesh, bones, and meridians upon the framework of the soul...

Finally—

There was everything that body had once possessed.

Chen Changqing's gaze sharpened slightly.

During the reconstruction of her flesh, he sensed something faintly present—it was the temporal imprint Lin Wan'er had possessed in life, which should have remained within the River of Fate after her death.

Yet before the origin power of the Longevity Dao Resonance, even things that should have dispersed could be returned to their origins once more.

"These were yours to begin with!"

Chen Changqing said softly, pointing again.

A radiance even more brilliant than all the previous azure light entered the glabella of that body.

In an instant!

A phantom azure lotus quietly emerged between her brows, then quietly faded away.

Azure Lotus Sword Physique!

The special physique Lin Wan'er possessed was perfectly replicated at this moment.

And not only that!

Her cultivation, techniques, and every kind of magic treasure she had carried before death were all seized by Chen Changqing at this moment from the reflections left behind in the River of Fate!

Even the broken sword in Chen Changqing's hand was directly restored to perfection.

With a single thought, flesh and blood were born from nothing.

With a single finger, fate was altered against heaven.

Things whose dispersal even the laws of heaven and earth could not reverse were no more than a matter of a single thought before Chen Changqing's Longevity Origin Divine Ability.

When the final strand of azure light merged into her body, that body was finally complete.

She floated in the void, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall, clad in battle armor. Between her brows and eyes, she still faintly resembled the young girl from a million years ago.

Ancestor Chen Haotian stood beside her, his entire body frozen in place.

His mouth hung open and his eyes were wide. The face that had weathered countless storms was now filled with unimaginable shock.