Ding! Ding! Ding!
“Soul possession detected. Mu Zixi’s pendant has been triggered for destruction. Junior Sister’s spirit and will have been drawn into the inner world and are temporarily safe.”
“Congratulations, Senior Brother Hero! You’ve tricked the Demonic Ancestor again. You truly are a resourceful mastermind.”
When the heavenly mechanism program embedded in the Mu Zixi Pill activated, and these voices from his self-made, rudimentary system popped up in his mind, Xu Xiaoshou was startled by his own masterpiece. He was in the middle of a serious battle; who was playing these tricks? After regaining his composure, he couldn’t help but smile, after all...
“An unexpected gain!”
Long before entering the Time Realm, Xu Xiaoshou had already foreseen danger. His Junior Sister had been controlled by the Divine Demon Pupils before. Although she was eventually saved without serious harm, Sheng Xin remained, and with him, endless trouble. The Ultimate Living Demonic Physique was too perfectly suited for demonic power. As long as their superficial alliance held, Sheng Xin would show some deference. However, if Sheng Xin and the “Ancestor of Fame” were to fall out, he would surely target Xu Xiaoshou’s Junior Sister, the inheritor of the Ancestor of Fame!
So, would they fall out? Since the Ancestor of Fame was a fake, how could they *not* fall out? This wasn't a question at all, but an inevitable outcome! However, at the time, his power was insufficient, and activating the Ultimate Living Demonic Physique prematurely would only expose his disguise. Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou decided to play along, creating a Mu Zixi Pill. He waited for Sheng Xin to possess his Junior Sister when their alliance broke down. At that point, the Ultimate Living Demonic Physique would naturally be returned to Sheng Xin. However, through the "Art of Substitution" within the Mu Zixi Pill, he would retrieve his Junior Sister’s spirit and will. At the same time, he would substitute his own spirit and will—the part he had severed in advance when creating the Mu Zixi Pill—to be possessed instead.
With the Sea of Intent Dao, Xu Xiaoshou had no fear of soul possession. Thus, once Sheng Xin’s power entered his Junior Sister’s Ultimate Living Demonic Physique and succeeded in possession, the substituted spirit and will would activate. Regardless of whether they were shattered or preserved, they would at least leave an imprint upon coming into contact with the Demonic Ancestor’s true will. Xu Xiaoshou had tested this imprint of intent before. When he disguised himself as the Ancestor of Fame and entered the Fetus Origin Mother Coffin world, he had also placed one, and the Demonic Ancestor hadn't discovered it to this day. Therefore, this method was entirely feasible.
Indeed, the moment the Mu Zixi Pill was triggered, Xu Xiaoshou could feel that “Junior Sister’s” spirit and will had been seized by the Demonic Ancestor. They were temporarily preserved, likely intended to be used as a threat against him. However, his own imprint of intent was also branded deep within Sheng Xin’s consciousness during the severe fluctuations of his spirit, silently hidden, awaiting an even greater outburst.
And so… the show began!
“No—!”
The Crystal Palace was breached, and the Ultimate Living Demonic Physique was possessed. Through the Preaching Heavenscape, the people of the Apricot Realm clearly heard Lord Shou’s agonizing roar. His eyes bloodshot, he shot out from the fragmented time-space, appearing above the Apricot Realm. But it was too late; nothing could be changed. He could only bellow in mournful despair:
“Calamity should not extend to family!”
“Sheng Xin, do you know what you’re doing?!”
“You cower from battle, yet you run to possess my Junior Sister, who is merely a Grand Void! You will bear eternal infamy and be reviled for ten thousand generations!”
Infamy? Reviled? Upon hearing this, Sheng Xin merely wanted to laugh. His physical body was already destroyed; what did he care for such external reputation? Gazing at Xu Xiaoshou, who had schemed against him throughout and was now unexpectedly outmaneuvered by him at a critical moment, Sheng Xin felt a surge of triumph. Though he couldn't express it in words, he let out a grim, mocking laugh:
“Xu Xiaoshou, aren’t you cunning and calculating?”
“You schemed against me with the Grand Dream of Ages, and with the Heavenly Kingdom of Slowed Laws! Didn't you even boast about ‘entering and exiting seven times,’ claiming you’d pierce through me before I could even react?!”
“Come on then!”
Sheng Xin flipped his hand, revealing two masses enveloped in demonic energy: one was Xu Xiaoshou’s Junior Sister’s spirit, the other her will.
“Let her go!”
Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched, overwhelmed by grief.
“Ah ha ha ha—!”
Seeing Xu Xiaoshou, whose killing intent flared but who dared not approach closer for fear Sheng Xin might impulsively crush his Junior Sister's spirit and will, Sheng Xin felt a surge of pure delight. The weight of Lei Xi’er, or rather Mu Zixi, in Xu Xiaoshou’s heart was evident from his plea for mercy in the Sacred Palace, where his sole choice was to kill Dao Xuanji to avenge his Junior Sister. Furthermore, Sheng Xin had a complete understanding of Xu Xiaoshou’s life, knowing he had few friends, only a Junior Sister and a Master, considered his dearest family in the early stages of his cultivation.
The weakness of the Dao of Sentience lay precisely here. Family affection, friendship, and love were the most effective ways to manipulate people’s hearts. Among these, inseparable familial affection was paramount. Xu Xiaoshou had been a lone individual, and it was the arrival of Sang and Mu—master and disciple—that gave him a sense of family. To be canonized as a god or ancestor was to anchor one's true self, a crucial step in finding one’s genuine identity. In battle, this was his greatest weakness—something he was powerless to protect. And Sheng Xin, who had grasped Xu Xiaoshou’s weakness from the very beginning, would naturally amplify the value of Mu Zixi’s spirit and will in his hands, using them as leverage to push Xu Xiaoshou to the brink of collapse.
“Do you want your Junior Sister’s spirit and will?” Sheng Xin’s lips curled into a smirk. He was stalling for time while recovering his strength.
“Sheng Xin!” Xu Xiaoshou, ever shrewd, seemed to grasp something. Unwilling to yield, he moved as if to attack.
Sheng Xin chuckled, his palm tightening slightly, ready to crush them.
“Stop!”
Xu Xiaoshou immediately halted, his lips trembling. His unfocused gaze subconsciously swept over the countless spectators in the Apricot Realm, as if the scene today felt eerily familiar. Soon, a look of humiliation appeared on his face, but he could only change his tone and cry out, “Lord Demonic Ancestor, please spare my Junior Sister’s life! Whatever you want, I can give it to you.”
Had Lord Shou been cornered?
The people of the Apricot Realm only understood the situation when Sheng Xin, wearing Mu Zixi’s face, walked from the Crystal Palace into the sky, and they overheard the exchange between the two. Similar doubts arose in Dao Qiongcang’s mind on the Sacred Divine Continent.
“Impossible!” He immediately dismissed the thought. How could Xu Xiaoshou be trapped by Sheng Xin over such a minor matter? Then, he reconsidered. The complexity of human emotions, from the beginning of his cultivation to his apotheosis and 'return to zero,' was something he had yet to fully comprehend. Even after creating the Dao Department, he still hadn’t truly understood the most fundamental emotional shifts within himself. In fact, hadn't Dao Qiongcang himself, while seemingly cultivating the Dao of Ruthlessness, secretly integrated all his uncontrollable regrets into the black memory traces within his Divine Court? If Sheng Xin had foreseen such an action, he would never have trusted Dao Qiongcang from the start, nor would he have had the chance to shatter the Heaven and Earth Seal. Similarly, Mu Zixi was too important to Xu Xiaoshou. Outsiders found it incomprehensible at this moment, but if one put themselves in his shoes... Dao Qiongcang suddenly realized: Xu Xiaoshou did not cultivate the Dao of Ruthlessness. If he truly allowed his Junior Sister to die before his eyes, his Dao Heart could be damaged in an instant!
“Wait,” This thought flashed through his mind, and Dao Qiongcang immediately noticed something strange. It wasn't because of some guiding force, which he couldn't perceive at the moment, but because he knew Xu Xiaoshou too well. Could Xu Xiaoshou truly not have sensed the variable concerning Mu Zixi in advance and made preparations? He didn't know what Xu Xiaoshou might have done in advance, whether anything or nothing. But looking at his seemingly genuine and pained expression now... If there was nothing, Mu Zixi had no bearing on him, and Xu Xiaoshou's suffering was his own business; this was not something he needed to consider. Therefore, Dao Qiongcang was seventy percent certain that there was something. He was acting!
“An opportunity!” In an instant, Dao Qiongcang recognized the strategic advantage of this situation, which ordinary people would miss. “I only have an alliance with Jin Ren, yet Xu Xiaoshou still considers me a great enemy. This fellow responds to gentleness but not force. I can’t gain any advantage from him directly, but I can from outsiders.” Was this outsider Mu Zixi? No! Dao Qiongcang’s mind raced. He immediately put himself in Sheng Xin's shoes, analyzing what could be done with Mu Zixi’s spirit and will:
“One, defame him: use Mu Zixi’s spirit and will to threaten Xu Xiaoshou into slaughtering the citizens of the Apricot Realm himself. This would cause panic among the Apricot Realm's people, severely damaging Lord Shou’s prestige, and instantly reduce the power of the Dao of Fame by seventy percent. If pushed further, it could even sever the supply of Fame power entirely!”
“Two, trade: exchange Mu Zixi’s spirit and will for the power of the Life Elixir Pool within Xu Xiaoshou. But judging from the previous actions of the Medicine Ancestor and Demonic Ancestor, Sheng Xin might still not be certain, or even aware, that the Life Elixir Pool has been completely plundered by Xu Xiaoshou.”
“This leads to three.”
“Three, dismemberment: threaten Xu Xiaoshou with Mu Zixi’s spirit and will, forcing him to sever a part of himself—it could be Cang Ku, his physical body, his own spirit and will, or even a part of his Grand Dao. As long as it's truly painful but within an acceptable range, Xu Xiaoshou would have to accept it to keep Mu Zixi alive. Of course, this is assuming Xu Xiaoshou made no prior arrangements.”
As his thoughts unraveled, Dao Qiongcang still felt that the first possibility was the most likely. Under the threat to the lives of the Apricot Realm spectators, Xu Xiaoshou truly might not be able to intervene. But Dao Qiongcang himself had an opportunity to curry favor… no, to fawn… no, to help him, and thereby improve his own image in Xu Xiaoshou's mind. Dao Qiongcang collected his thoughts. With the power of the Heavenly Kingdom of Slowed Laws now gone, he secretly extended his own power before Sheng Xin could make a move from the Crystal Palace. It was a power hidden in the back of his memories, unlikely to be discovered as long as it wasn't directed at Sheng Xin.
“Black Memory Trace, activate!”
“Hmph, what do I want?”
“Does this Ancestor still need to gain any benefits from you?”
From the Crystal Palace, Sheng Xin, having Xu Xiaoshou completely cornered, conceived a plan. His gaze immediately shifted to the Crystal City below. A gradual approach was better. Through the threat of Mu Zixi’s spirit and will, he would repeatedly break through Xu Xiaoshou’s psychological defenses until he was completely enraged and collapsed. Then he would crush Mu Zixi’s spirit and will, driving Xu Xiaoshou utterly mad. The turning point of the great battle would surely be decided at that moment, and so would the victory or defeat. Sheng Xin scoffed, pointing casually at a distant reception city as if summoning the dead. He roughly calculated that it held over three million cultivators, which should be Xu Xiaoshou’s initial bottom line:
“This Ancestor wants you to personally slaughter the people of this city, Lord Shou, what do you say?”
What?
The people within the distant designated reception city felt a chilling gloom permeate the heavens and earth. Their faces drained of color, their eyes filled with a mixture of terror and shock. God Ancestors fighting, why must we die? Didn't they say tall people would bear the burden when the sky falls? Why must we short people carry this enormous pot of impending doom?
“No!”
“Lord Shou, you absolutely must not!”
“Lord Shou, I love you! I was among the first to willingly enter the Apricot Realm! My devotion to you is no less than to your Junior Sister; you mustn’t cause indiscriminate slaughter!”
Panic seized everyone in the city. Xu Xiaoshou was also taken aback by Sheng Xin’s madness. He decided it was time. After all, this was just the beginning. If he dragged it out further, the entire population of the Apricot Realm might die by his hand. Rather than causing casualties by delaying his backup plan, it would be better to detonate the imprint of intent within Sheng Xin now, forcing his hand in front of the Apricot Realm citizens, and check Sheng Xin one more time.
“My Xu, do you still remember your good friend, your Dao?” Just then, with a flicker of his Telepathy Art, Dao Qiongcang’s chuckled, apologetic voice reached him:
“You know, my Xu, I have always stood by you. All those prior deceptions and feigned actions were just to fool the likes of the Demonic Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, and Calamity Ancestor; you must not believe them. You don't know, but when your true self emerged from the Time Realm, I was originally joyous and congratulated you, but the chill in your eyes deeply pained me. If you are ruthless, I would never dare to take another step or offend you again. But my Xu, you must know, in my heart, we are still close friends, our bond stronger than gold!”
You cunning individual, what are you spouting now? A sudden confession, trying to be a one-sided sycophant? Upon hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou’s mind stirred, and the resolute expression on his face softened, as he sensed the subtle flow of memory power. The imprint of intent that Jin Ren had left in Dao Qiongcang’s Divine Court—which Dao Qiongcang had discovered but dared not erase—now conveyed Dao Qiongcang’s current thoughts to him. And in the same way, Xu Xiaoshou’s silence also allowed Dao Qiongcang, who was also a schemer, to instantly understand that this fellow truly had arrangements in place and was merely toying with Sheng Xin at the moment.
Dao Qiongcang sighed deeply, mentally offering three sticks of incense for Sheng Xin in advance. Sheng Xin, oh Sheng Xin, you’ve tangled with a cunning individual!
“Absolutely impossible!” Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes were bloodshot. He took a step forward, dramatically flicking his sleeve: “This Ancestor has already stated: those who enter my Apricot Realm receive my protection. How could I slaughter my Apricot Realm citizens for selfish reasons?!”
In the reception city, permeated with the aura of death, a ray of dawn suddenly appeared, and everyone’s eyes were filled with emotion. As expected of the Lord Shou we follow…
Sheng Xin's eyelids drooped. He silently shook his head, sighing with feigned admiration: “What a selfless Lord Shou, sacrificing your Junior Sister’s life to gain a righteous reputation. To put it plainly, you are merely stingy with the Dao of Fame, nothing but hypocritical selfishness. Since you are unwilling to act, then this Ancestor will help you.”
With that, Sheng Xin did not touch Mu Zixi's spirit or will. Instead, he raised his other hand: “Demonic Shatter!”
With a boom, a gigantic hand of demonic clouds emerged from beneath the reception city, directly crushing the over three million cultivators within the city. Not even a cry of agony could be uttered; they were utterly annihilated!
“No—!”
Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes were tearing. He lunged forward, raising Cang Ku, ready to strike at Sheng Xin, seemingly driven to complete madness.
“Lord Shou, stop.” Sheng Xin leisurely raised the two masses in his hand, making as if to crush them.
Xu Xiaoshou, trapped on the moral high ground, had no choice but to halt his steps, left only with the helpless roars of a breakdown, much like Sheng Xin himself when the Sword Pagoda and Twelve Swords were taken from him. Sheng Xin felt immensely satisfied. How could mere words describe this pleasure? He completely ignored Xu Xiaoshou’s pain and had no intention of giving up tormenting him. He continued his summons. This time, pushing past the psychological bottom line, he pointed to three reception cities. One with two million, one with seven million, and one with thirteen million people. Not just cultivators, but also unarmed mortals, including the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled.
“Selfless Lord Shou, act now.”
“I’ll give you three breaths of time. Slaughter the people of these three cities, and let your Apricot Realm citizens learn what true hypocrites and beasts are.” Sheng Xin slowly spoke, a mocking smirk on his lips. “And if you still can't bring yourself to do it, or can't bring yourself to ask for help, then rest assured, this Ancestor will resolve these obstacles for you and help you maintain that hypocritical righteousness in your heart.”
Xu Xiaoshou froze, his eyes trembling uncontrollably. His unfocused gaze darted back and forth over the three cities, as if Sheng Xin had struck at the core of his being. Yes, what exactly was his Dao? Was it to sacrifice one to save the masses, or to sacrifice the masses to complete himself? Was it his Junior Sister, or the people in the reception cities who could provide power for the Dao of Fame? Or, as Sheng Xin said, was he simply a selfish individual? Seemingly wanting everything, but in reality neglecting everything, only to end up sacrificing all, including himself?
“Ah—!”
His seething soul, his fingers deliberately controlled to twitch, could not truly conceal the turmoil in Xu Xiaoshou's Dao Heart, evident to Sheng Xin. Demonic power even erupted around him, as if he were on the verge of qi deviation, letting out a roar. Finally, he clutched his head with both hands, seemingly unwilling to face reality, and roared in agony, hunched over:
“I can’t do it!”
“I truly can’t!”
Lord Shou…
The people in the three great reception cities of the Apricot Realm finally showed intense disappointment in their eyes. Shattered! The halo of a god crumbled at this moment! Putting aside all the legends about him, looking at his essence, he was still just a young man of twenty, not yet mature. Xu Xiaoshou was even younger than most cultivators in the Apricot Realm. No matter how stable his Dao Heart, could it withstand Sheng Xin’s schemes? No matter how strong his battle prowess, could he break free from this current dilemma?
“My fate is sealed…”
The faces of the people in the three great reception cities were ashen. The entire Apricot Realm, watching Lord Shou collapse, felt their will to live ebb away. On the Sacred Divine Continent, Dao Qiongcang, atop Zero, watched this scene from afar, also dumbfounded. His eyelids twitched, his mouth trembled, and a look of breathtaking admiration appeared on his face. Only then did he hastily glance at Sheng Xin, seemingly overcome by Sheng Xin’s terrifying calculations, almost prostrating himself in worship.
“Compared to him, I’m still too concerned with my reputation.”
Utterly exhilarating! How could mere words convey the pure satisfaction in his heart? Sheng Xin, timing it perfectly, was completely pathological and obsessive at heart, yet still managed to maintain a relaxed and leisurely expression:
“Time is up.”
“Lord Shou’s sword has never struck his own people; truly commendable and moving!”
No sooner had he spoken than three gigantic black hands of demonic clouds simultaneously emerged from beneath the three reception cities, directly crushing the tens of millions of people in those three cities.
“Ah—!”
Xu Xiaoshou completely snapped: “Stop! Stop it! Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you! Don’t slaughter any more innocents!” He seemed to finally find a sliver of room to maneuver in his predicament, hastily saying: “Sheng Xin, these are my Apricot Realm citizens, and also the cornerstone of your new Heavenly Realm’s Divine Demonic Dao. You absolutely must not wipe them out!”
“How about this!” In a flash of inspiration, Xu Xiaoshou found a way to satisfy both sides: “I will withdraw from the battle for the Dao. Lord Sheng Xin only needs to give me the Apricot Realm, and I will no longer interfere with matters of the Sacred Divine Continent. From now on, the Apricot Realm and the Sacred Divine Continent will be separate. No, the Apricot Realm will regularly pay tribute to the Sacred Divine Continent, becoming a subordinate plane of the new Heavenly Realm, contributing talented cultivators to it.”
What?! Upon hearing this, the people of the Apricot Realm felt their world collapse. They had just escaped one pigsty, thinking Lord Shou would lead them to glory, only for Lord Shou to abandon them after seeking his own well-being, throwing everyone into another pigsty?
“Not enough.” Sheng Xin shook his head. “Far from enough.”
“Then what more do you want?!” Xu Xiaoshou was being driven mad. Bloody tears welled in his eyes, which he quickly wiped away, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Revealing his true intentions, Sheng Xin took a deep breath and slowly said, “The Five Lacks.”
“The Five Lacks?” Xu Xiaoshou was stunned. “You don't cultivate the Dao of Battle, nor the Dao of Body; even if I gave you the Five Lacks, you wouldn’t be able to cultivate it!”
Sheng Xin smiled, pursing his lips, and shook his head without speaking. Xu Xiaoshou was no fool. Upon realizing, he staggered back repeatedly, almost falling over: “You… you…” He suppressed his fear but couldn’t stifle the tearing sound in his voice: “You intend to seize this Ancestor’s Dao?!”
Dao Qiongcang took a deep breath, turning his head away, unable to watch any longer. He couldn’t bear it. If he watched any longer, he would break.
“Why not?” Sheng Xin felt the River of Body Dao was within reach. The terrifying fist technique that could shatter a God Ancestor's physical body now had a chance to become his own. How could he give it up?
“Come here!” He beckoned, gesturing at the two masses in his hand: “This Ancestor will not seize your other Dao techniques, only the River of Body Dao and the Five Lacks Fist. Once I obtain these two, the Apricot Realm will be yours. As you wish, it will regularly pay tribute to the new Heavenly Realm, and you may leave.”
“Lord Shou, no!” Cries of alarm erupted beneath the reception city. But before they could stop Lord Shou from falling into the abyss, those who spoke out were located by Sheng Xin and crushed from afar.
“Come here!” Sheng Xin beckoned again.
Xu Xiaoshou’s face was ashen, and he stumbled forward unconsciously. Ten thousand miles, a thousand miles… a thousand zhang, a hundred zhang… From far to near, step by step, it felt as long as a century. Impossible! Even the people in the reception cities noticed something was wrong. At this distance, if Lord Shou’s true body went over, and Sheng Xin’s Divine Court expanded, there would be nowhere to run. A four-realm battle consciousness couldn't withstand the vast coverage of the Heavenly Kingdom of Slowed Laws, which could cross a realm in an instant, let alone a mere hundred zhang!
“I…” Xu Xiaoshou, however, was trembling in spirit, hesitant, and completely lost in thought. It wasn't until he suddenly snapped awake, realizing his consciousness had been veiled and he had walked into the terrifying hundred-zhang forbidden zone, that he looked up in horror:
“Wait!”
Only now did he realize? A ruthless glint flashed in Sheng Xin's eyes. He lunged forward, crushing Mu Zixi’s spirit and will while cackling maniacally:
“Too late!”
“Your people must die, and your Dao will also belong to this Ancestor!”
“Body Dao, Sword Dao, Intent Dao, Fame Dao… all of you, all belong to me, all are this Ancestor’s!”
The entire world fell silent, save for the reverberating sound of Sheng Xin’s Divine Court expanding as he lunged forward:
“Heavenly Kingdom of Slowed Laws, suppress—!”
Pleasure, also known as the seed of desire. The Demonic Dao controlled desires, while the Intent Dao fundamentally influenced the development of emotions, but in a more subtle way. Under the interplay of demonic and intentional paths, the seed of desire rapidly took root and sprouted, growing into a towering tree whose lush branches and leaves obscured one's vision, making it hard to control one's emotions. To be honest, Sheng Xin had indeed sensed something was wrong during the negotiation. But it felt too good! Inexpressibly good! Lord Shou, who had schemed against him twice and repeatedly humiliated him in front of the world, was now, with the tables turned, forced to submit in humiliation and fawn. It was utterly irresistible, and Sheng Xin felt so good he almost groaned aloud.
But all of it suddenly stopped!
It was like the first spring dream of youth, where he had clearly reached the final step, only to suddenly exert himself and his damn eyes snapped open. The dream, too, was over.
“You…” Sheng Xin was stunned. He stared blankly at the helpless, pathetic, humiliated Xu Xiaoshou, who, at the very moment his Divine Court was flung out, lifted his head. Like a demon mastering a dream, he was no longer twitching, flustered, or helpless. Instead, he grinned, his sunny smile stretching to his temples, revealing two rows of sparkling white teeth.
“Sheng Xin, kneel!”
With a bang, his mind violently vibrated, as if the Ancestor of Thought's Sky-Shattering Hammer had smashed into the deepest part of his consciousness. The terror of that instant was like his cursed fantasy figure suddenly having Xu Xiaoshou's face, leaving him utterly bewildered.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh…” Sheng Xin completely lost control of his body. Stiff as a heavenly mechanism puppet, he lurched from the Crystal Palace to stand before Xu Xiaoshou, a hundred zhang away. No matter how he struggled, it was useless. His knees slammed directly into the void, his hands raised high. As he slid to his knees, his head was thrown back, and with terror and despair, he quaveringly uttered a high-pitched, clear cry:
“Lord—!”
“Divine Lord Shou’s Descent Art!!!”
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