Chapter Sixty: The Demons of the Outer Realm Emerge, Nuwa Ascends to Sainthood

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Seeing Luo Hou’s astonishment, Hong Jun paused in surprise and asked, “Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, do you know Fellow Daoist Chenxing?”

Luo Hou replied with a bitter smile, “If not for him, I might have attained the Dao long ago. Alas! It seems the heavens are truly unjust. Everything I schemed for was ultimately ruined by that man’s hand.” He shook his head helplessly as he finished speaking.

Then, as if suddenly invigorated, Luo Hou cast a strange smile at Fuxi and Hong Jun, his palm turning over. In an instant, the black lotus above his head, along with the God-Slaying Spear, vanished into the distant sky. The other two tried to intervene, but it was already too late.

“Fellow Daoist, was this really necessary?” Hong Jun said with a wry smile.

“Treasure belongs to those with destiny. Though I lost this battle, we are destined to cross paths again. Who can say who will win or lose then?” Luo Hou laughed heartily.

Hong Jun was a bit puzzled. “Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by this…”

Ignoring Hong Jun, Luo Hou soared into the air, letting out a furious roar toward the heavens: “Today, I, Luo Hou, swear upon my life—at the cost of my own demise, I shall become the Heavenly Demon. Henceforth, when the Dao prospers, demons shall wane; when demons rise, the Dao shall recede. Let the heavens and earth bear witness—Demon from Beyond the Realm, emerge!” With a thunderous shout, Luo Hou’s body turned to ashes in an instant, and a demonic shadow, filled with boundless demonic energy, rushed into the chaos. From that moment on, those who sought the Dao faced the tribulation of the Outer Realm Demon.

The moment Luo Hou became the Heavenly Demon, countless streams of heavenly merit descended from the sky. One portion flew into the chaos—destined for Yang Mei. Seventy percent fell upon Hong Jun, while Fuxi received only twenty percent. Yet Fuxi was already more than satisfied; after all, Hong Jun had done most of the plotting, and he himself had contributed little.

After receiving his share of merit, Hong Jun looked at the scene—Luo Hou willingly becoming the Heavenly Demon just to fight him again in the future—and could only smile wryly. With this matter settled, he thought it best to return to his mountain and strive for Dao attainment as soon as possible.

Afterward, he and Fuxi divided up the treasures left behind by the fallen. At Fuxi’s insistence, he kept only the Cauldron of Heaven and Earth, giving the Four Swords of Immortal Slaughter and the Taiji Diagram to Hong Jun. Hong Jun did not stand on ceremony, but simply kept this favor in mind.

High above the Ninth Heaven, two figures—one plump, one thin—stood in the void. The slender one toyed with two objects in his hands, while the plump one curled his lip disdainfully. “Star, don’t you think you’re being shameless? They fought tooth and nail, and in the end, you walked off with the biggest prize. No wonder those two treasures vanished from legend—it turns out you made off with them.”

These two were none other than Chenxing and the plump Zhu. Knowing the Dragon-Phoenix catastrophe and the war between gods and demons were about to begin, how could Zhu Feng, with his restless nature, miss such a spectacle? At Zhu’s urging, Chenxing had brought him above the Ninth Heaven to watch the entire drama from start to finish.

Initially, Chenxing thought Zhu, never having witnessed such a brutal war, might not be able to handle it. But to his surprise, Zhu was born with nerves of steel and enjoyed the show thoroughly, leaving Chenxing speechless.

“By the way, Star, since I was present, you ought to share one of those treasures with me! The God-Slaying Spear! The Twelve-Petal World-Destroying Black Lotus! You can’t hog them all for yourself.” Zhu grinned, his eyes sparkling with greed.

Looking at Zhu’s avaricious face, Chenxing felt exasperated. “You’re just an ordinary person—you can’t even touch these things. Why do you want them?”

Zhu paused, then argued, “Just because I can’t use them now doesn’t mean I won’t need them in the future. You’d better keep them safe for me.”

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Chenxing sighed, “When you reach a higher level of cultivation, I’ll give you even better treasures. For now, focus on your training.”

“Better than these? Don’t fool me,” Zhu eyed him suspiciously.

Chenxing curled his lip. “What’s the big deal? I even gave my disciple the Twelve-Petal Lotus of Creation.”

“You have a disciple? Who is it? Which great figure did you manage to trick?” Zhu was filled with curiosity.

Chenxing didn’t hide it. After all, Zhu was one of his most trusted friends. “I have two disciples. Which one do you mean?”

“Two?” Zhu was stunned, even more intrigued. “Tell me about both!”

“You already know the first—his name is Pangu,” Chenxing replied calmly.

“Pangu! Are you crazy? You took Pangu as your disciple? He’s a sage! How dare you claim such a thing?” Zhu exploded with disbelief. Then, as if something occurred to him, he frowned. “Wait… Since there’s already the Great Desolation, hasn’t Pangu already perished?”

“Yes,” Chenxing answered evenly. “But I saved him just before he died.”

Zhu stared at Chenxing’s calm demeanor, his usual sly expression fading. He asked seriously, “Star, can you tell me your true cultivation level?”

Chenxing was taken aback, but then smiled at Zhu’s earnest, chubby face. “I suppose I’m at the peak of quasi-sage now.”

“Damn! You’re still a mere quasi-sage, and you claim to have taken Pangu as your disciple? And you saved him ages ago? Why don’t you just say the Emperor of the Wilderness is your disciple too?” Zhu was outraged, grabbing Chenxing by the collar and shouting.

“Actually, the Little One is my disciple, too,” Chenxing answered blandly, a trace of mischief in his eyes. He knew that, back on Earth, Zhu had been obsessed with Shi Hao, always talking about crossing eternity, always idolizing the Emperor of the Wilderness.

“You dare defile my idol? Prepare to die!” Zhu lunged at Chenxing, certain his friend was joking, and the two began to horse around.

“All right, time to go back,” Chenxing said, beckoning a white cloud that drifted over and carried them slowly toward the East Sea. The sky echoed with their shameless banter.

“Star, did you really meet the Emperor of the Wilderness?”

“Told you already—he’s my disciple!”

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“I don’t believe a word you say, you scoundrel!”

“…”

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Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, several thousand years had passed.

On Fangzhang Island, a group of women were playing mahjong. Yes, you read that right—mahjong! The players were none other than Chenxing’s mother He Ying, his aunt He Qian, along with Nuwa and the Phoenix Princess, Feng Ling’er.

Thanks to Chenxing’s guidance in the past, the Phoenix Ancestor, who should have perished, instead suppressed the Undying Volcano with his own body to preserve the last vestiges of the Phoenix clan’s vitality. As a result, the clan fared far better than in the original timeline. Feng Ling’er, therefore, was not too sorrowful; after all, great power breeds ambition, and now at least her mother was still alive.

Having become close with Nuwa and Xiaoyao, Feng Ling’er often visited Fangzhang Island to play with them. Thanks to Aunt He Qian’s love for mahjong, the women regularly gathered for a game, forging deep bonds of friendship.

Life on the island was bustling. Chenxing’s father, mother, and Aunt He Qian, realizing they were already immortal, no longer wished to cultivate. Chenxing, seeing their reluctance, had them take the golden plums from the Yellow Midden Tree he had prepared in advance, finally bringing them to the realm of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

In Chenxing’s eyes, their combat power was negligible, but with him around, no one could harm them. Besides, if word of Fangzhang Island’s true strength got out, it would shock the entire wilderness.

Chenxing, disguised as a peak quasi-sage, was one thing. But in order to quickly deal with the people from Earth brought by those two women, he had, over the course of several thousand years, helped Nuwa enter the Chaos Pearl and open up a minor world, theoretically achieving the Dao Fruit of Primordial Unity.

However, because she attained sainthood a bit hastily and her foundation was lacking, her strength was now only equal to that of a Heavenly Dao Sage. Still, she had become a Great Dao Sage, free from the bounds of Heaven, and attained true independence.

Thanks to the concealment of the Chaos Pearl, no one in the wilderness knew that Nuwa had become a sage. Even on the island, only a select few, including Chenxing, were aware. As for her future act of creating humans, Chenxing thought it was no big deal—who said a sage couldn’t create life?

Besides them, there was Xiaoyao and now Fuxi, who had settled on Fangzhang Island—both at the perfect stage of quasi-sage. As for Chenxing’s parents, there were dozens of Great Luo Golden Immortals, most of whom had advanced through Yellow Midden Plums.

The youngest among them was Chenxing’s sister, Chen Mi. With Chenxing’s unreserved tutelage, the little girl’s cultivation had reached the early stage of Great Luo Golden Immortal in just a few thousand years—a talent that even amazed Chenxing. In the wilderness, any cultivator who reached the Great Luo realm did so over countless epochs; compared to the little girl, they were practically worthless.

Most astonishing of all was that Pangu had now returned. In the Great Wilderness, aside from Chenxing lifting the seal, Pangu himself was like a walking anomaly.