Free Web NovelChapter 861: Chapter 341: Jian Xin, Transmigration!
The year 3348 of the Celestial Destiny World.
The entire Civilization was flourishing as never before; with the development of the seven great systems of Destiny, all kinds of technologies emerged one after another.
The history of the world once again迎来了 a new, enormous turning point.
They began to make thorough use of the illusory and intangible Destiny, creating an age of timely wind and rain, of great harvests, forcibly using Destiny to benefit the present world.
God said: [Rice, sown in autumn and harvested in winter.]
Thus, brand-new mutated rice appeared.
At first it ripened four times a year, one harvest for each season; later, the ears of rice would mature in just a dozen days, and all sorts of strange changes appeared.
For example, what grew on the rice stalks were not grain heads, but one pink, sweet fruit after another.
This was when the Celestial Destiny Spirit Farmer formally appeared.
They turned excellent, randomly bred mutant plants into fixed strains; Spirit Farmers were no longer a Profession that depended on Luck.
Farming used to be about "eating on the face"*, and at this moment farmers no longer needed to "eat at the mercy of Heaven", because their Heaven was the Night Emperor.
God said: [Rice like trees, and the common folk dwell among forests of rice trees.]
Thus, people began to live in a fantastical age of enormous rice plants; the Primitive Tribe barbarian era of never having enough to eat or wear vanished.
God said: [The household pig may rival the elephant.]
Thus, the household pig happened to mutate; they began to raise them in gigantic pens, each pig three to four meters tall, its meat tender, yet its temperament gentle. freewebnøvel.coɱ
This was a mad age.
Countless Scholars, passionately researching, erupting, and benefiting the common folk; they were pure, sincere, kind, and stubbornly pursued the truth.
The world needed idols; if the common folk grew up listening to legends of mythic heroes, they too would yearn to become heroes of myth.
Precisely because the Night Emperor was pure and great, they chose to be pure and great as well,
Every day, new theories of Destiny were being applied among the people.
Every day, unexpected new ideas were being proposed. freewebnøvel.com
The people of this era were willing to believe in anything.
Be it Embers or the myriad Immortals, time-travel theory, spatial distortion studies, that the world was square, that life was fake, that the world had a dozen-odd dimensions...
These absurd to the point of comical, laughable, deceitful doctrines—people of this era could believe them all, yet there was just one thing they refused to believe in: Fate.
In their eyes, anyone who spoke to them of future birth, aging, sickness, and death, of the predestination of Fate, was utterly ridiculous.
Because they firmly believed that Fate had long since been grasped in their own hands.
—This Fate, this Heaven, are all in my body; we ourselves are Heaven’s Chosen.
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Sword Casting Manor.
Ning Zheng withdrew her gaze from the neighboring courtyard.
In three hundred years, they had actually pushed the era to erupt to this extent.
The Night Emperor truly understood the human heart; his methods of seizing hearts and driving Civilization grew more and more mature.
Even Ning Zheng had to sigh that the Night Emperor’s talent had been honed to the utmost.
"I’ve already used Spiritual Root replication... to shape a Heart Mind."
"But this Spiritual Root doesn’t really fit me; there are all kinds of conflicts, since after all it’s the Life Divine Power of a Pure Spirit Body’s will."
"The original Heart Mind cannot be released, because if I release it, it might be a Demon, and in the end I’d lose control of the situation."
"So, should I pick a Mask for my disciple? Then let him use the Mask to replicate the Heart Mind; with 50% Divine Power Combat Power, it would remain within controllable limits and still balance the ledger."
One must know, the Celestial Destiny Night Emperor mastered Destiny, yet in truth his essence was: Human God + Mask.
The Night Emperor who opened up the Celestial Destiny Era had no Celestial Destiny Divine Techniques of his own, relying instead on copying a Golden God—this was downright ridiculous.
To make another Mask himself and replicate a Heart Mind was, naturally, also feasible.
Ning Zheng’s first thought at this moment was:
Time brooks no delay; she had to set out for the Celestial Destiny World, find a native with astounding talent, take him as a disciple, and let him be the one to face the great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth, stirring up storms in the Otherworld.
But when she thought again, she realized her tolerance for error was extremely low.
If this responder to the Tribulation failed to meet expectations? Or if he died midway through his growth?
"I have no tolerance for error, no second chance to try and fail."
"I can only succeed once."
"And to succeed utterly in one go, I must perform Divination and see who is most suited to this matter."
Ning Zheng knew better than anyone that she should not place Fate on some random lucky fellow, because the consequences of failure were unbearable.
"Enough."
Ning Zheng took a deep breath and turned her eyes to the table of Destiny gambling.
[ -50,000,000 ]
After a bout of tossing around, Ning Zheng’s gaze unexpectedly fell upon a certain region.
"So it’s him?"
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Continent City of Xinyi.
In the Xinyi Imperial Palace, Xinyi Yun was nervously preparing a banquet.
This banquet was for Jian Xin to break through to the level of a Seven Colors Spiritual Root—a breakthrough destined to be nine deaths for one life.
Moreover, even if he was lucky enough to succeed, the side effects would be immense: a terrifying madness, with uncontrollable bouts of insanity.
"Jian Xin, has he reached this step?"
All these years, Li Youzhu had been lying low, cultivating in silence; he was already a true Ghost King, having completed his foundation, and though he had fallen behind the era, he too had stepped into the One Heart Realm.
He could be said to have caught up to Jiao Wuyu and Xu Huan’s main group.
Yet Jiao Wuyu was already an Immortal Spirit Root expert at the Self-Transformation Realm level, belonging to the young generation’s experts closest to the old generation.
And Xu Huan had also been cultivating in silence all along, not one to enjoy the limelight.
It could only be said that while Ning Zheng cultivated quietly, Xu Huan, Jiao Wuyu, and the others were also erupting into all sorts of stories.
Venturing out on adventures, exploring the Embers Disaster, exploring Ancient Tombs submerged by the frenzied tide of Embers, exploring the previously extremely popular Royal Adventure Town.
"He had no other way." Jiao Wuyu sighed once.
The people attending this gathering were not many; they were all Single Spirit Root prodigies of the old era.
They were the darlings cast aside by the era: Single Spirit Root Cultivators who could not complete their foundations; yet walking the path of the Ghost King carried excessive risk.
So.
They’d come here to watch Jian Xin set an example; if Jian Xin truly succeeded, they too could choose this path.
The guests present all wore tense expressions; watching Jian Xin personally take the lead as a pioneer, they could not help but feel a certain tragic bitterness.
No matter how peerless their talent, how dazzling their brilliance, the tremendous, sweeping trend of an era’s transformation was not something they could alter.
No matter how strong a Single Spirit Root, it could not defeat an Immortal Spirit Root of the same level.
Clatter.
Jian Xin sat cross-legged, his gaze sharp, like a Treasure Sword on the verge of an Out-of-Body Experience.
Even on the brink of life and death, he felt neither joy nor sorrow; his Sword Heart was incomparably firm. Facing the crowd whose faces were filled with grief, he said:
"I’ve long since been able to break through to Self-Transformation, but a Single Spirit Root Self-Transformation is already behind the times."
"The path of cultivation is, by nature, to go against Heaven. Now that a great Immortal Path era has appeared, if we do not seek to Become Immortal, we must at least seek to contend for an era, and fight them once."
He knew who he was; he, Jian Xin, throughout his life, was merely a belligerent man, seeking but one battle with one sword.
Clatter.
He closed his eyes; six Pseudo-human Three Flowers were implanted, beginning to possess him.
And he began to suppress the Pseudo-humans’ possession, instead turning around to possess these six Spiritual Roots, crushing their consciousnesses and turning them into part of his external Spiritual Roots.
Rumble!
Seven Colors flowed, layer upon layer.
Very soon, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted.
"He succeeded?"
"This...?"
"Is this the Seven Colors Spiritual Root?"
The crowd rejoiced, all looking at Jian Xin.
Yet Ning Zheng silently walked over, gazing upon Jian Xin, already dead, his Embers of obsession still seated cross-legged.
A wisp of post-mortem Muddy Qi slowly drifted into the sky; clearly, he had succeeded... but what had succeeded was Jian Xin’s Embers.
Suddenly, from the vault of Heaven came a voice edged with laughter, addressing Jian Xin’s drifting Muddy Qi: "Jian Xin, would you be willing to live a second life and go see the Night Emperor’s true world?"
Night Emperor?
Jian Xin was stunned.
The Night Emperor’s mysterious appearance had given rise to countless speculations among Scholars across the land.
This was obviously a complete, systematic Dharma Method; it was absolutely impossible for one person alone to open it up—there had to be a Civilization behind it.
But where exactly that Civilization came from, whether it hailed from beyond this world, was a matter of unending debate.
And now...
"Naturally, I’m willing." Jian Xin sighed; looking at the Ember Shell below, another self of his, what other choice did he have?
He only hoped that that self would walk a different path in the Nine-State.
"In going to the Otherworld, you must conceal your name and identity. I will teach you a brand-new Dharma Method; go to answer a Karma Tribulation."
"You must not reveal my origin or identity to the world; all successes and failures will be borne by you alone."
"As for you and me, there is no need to observe the rites of master and disciple."
In a vast, white void, Ning Zheng sat cross-legged, looking at Jian Xin before her. "Set aside your vigilance."
Ning Zheng pulled him into the server.
This would be the first time Sword Casting Manor welcomed a true native "blacksmith."
"This is... what?" Jian Xin was astonished by the server of Sword Casting Manor.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Ning Zheng’s mouth.
What changes could a Sword Dao genius from the Nine-State world bring to the Otherworld? Would he truly be as the players said: killing to protect life, severing karma rather than severing men?
