Chapter 389: What Gate of Absolute Truth, Isn't That the Gate of My Underworld?

Chapter 389: What Door of Ultimate Truth? Isn’t That My Family’s Underworld Gate?

“Though the Door of Ultimate Truth can seal off the mark, still… alas, finding that door is far too difficult.

That door is the foremost among strange treasures, and countless Yang Gods flock to it.”

Even with a mind as brilliant as Great Wisdom True Lord’s, he had no idea where to seek the Door of Ultimate Truth.

Clearly, the Door of Ultimate Truth is indeed hard to find.

Qi Yuan frowned. The Door of Ultimate Truth that Great Wisdom True Lord spoke of was likely the Myriad Forms Door from the Flowing Wind Realm.

When he had comprehended the Myriad Forms Door, Qi Yuan had glimpsed its hidden information.

It could be any door.

Thus, the Door of Ultimate Truth might merely be another role it was cosplaying.

“I’ve seen it in a game,” Qi Yuan said thoughtfully.

“A game?” Great Wisdom True Lord was taken aback.

“Mm. If I re-enter that game, do you think it would respawn as a game item?

No, maybe it’s still there!”

Qi Yuan clearly remembered the end of the game.

Bai Ze had been ensnared by the Fate Stone Tablet, and the Great Sun Golden Lotus had incinerated everything.

The Great Sun Golden Lotus was a relic left behind after the Great Sun Radiant Buddha’s nirvana.

The Great Sun Radiant Buddha was a Yang God–level powerhouse.

Once the Great Sun Golden Lotus he left began to burn, it could reduce the entire Flowing Wind Realm to ashes.

In the end, Qi Yuan had swallowed the Great Sun Golden Lotus, used his game reward to forge the Myriad Forms Key, opened the Myriad Forms Door, and, carrying the Canary, left the Flowing Wind Realm for an unknown universe.

Great Wisdom True Lord mused, “Can game props really be taken as real?”

“Maybe… why not? Isn’t the real world just a massive game?

For all we know, the world we live in now is a giant online game!

We play games inside jade slips, but perhaps our world itself is a giant jade slip!” Qi Yuan said earnestly.

Great Wisdom True Lord clutched his head: “Stop, I feel like my brain is about to grow out!”

That “grow out” meant breaking past the skull’s limits and sprouting outside.

“Indeed, we clever folk can’t ponder too deeply, or this carbon-based human body can’t take it!” Qi Yuan agreed with Great Wisdom True Lord.

It was like back on Blue Star—the moment you started thinking about the universe, the galaxy, or black holes, your brain would swell.

“Then can you return to that game?” Great Wisdom True Lord asked in rapid succession. “If you see the Door of Ultimate Truth, can you take control of it?

Legend says that over countless eons, the Door of Ultimate Truth has appeared many times, but no Yang God has ever managed to claim it.

After all, rumor has it that whoever obtains the Door of Ultimate Truth becomes the sovereign of the upper realm!”

The Door of Ultimate Truth was said to be the foremost among strange treasures.

The ultimate truths comprehended by Yang Gods of the Ultimate Truth Realm would all leave their marks upon that door.

If one obtained the Door of Ultimate Truth, wouldn’t they be able to fathom all Yang Gods’ paths of truth?

Thus, every Yang God ranked the Door of Ultimate Truth as the number one strange treasure, each eager to possess it.

If they couldn’t have it, they would destroy it.

Otherwise, if another Yang God got it and spent ten thousand years deciphering the truths they themselves had realized, that would be a grave problem.

“What Door of Ultimate Truth? Isn’t that just the gate to my family’s underworld?”

Qi Yuan realized he was truly a genius among geniuses.

Random trivia: among girls, when one gets her period, the others are affected and get theirs too.

Being with Great Wisdom True Lord, his clever mind would turn, and Qi Yuan, influenced, would find his thoughts flowing smoothly.

Coincidentally, the underworld had no gate.

The Door of Ultimate Truth—that is, the Myriad Forms Door—couldn’t it be any door?

Then why couldn’t it be his own family’s underworld gate?

It had said so itself: it was any door. That was the evidence.

All he had to do was treat the Myriad Forms Door as the underworld gate, then sprinkle some purple qi.

That scene would surely attract Yang Gods like carps crossing a river.

If he wanted to ambush an enemy, the simplest way was to place the Door of Ultimate Truth right at that fellow’s doorstep.

That Yang God would see it—oh, purple qi, the Door of Ultimate Truth—what a jackpot!

He’d charge straight in.

Good heavens, yin energy thick and dark—an underworld, right?

Or even better, Qi Yuan could make the place the Door of Ultimate Truth led to be the universe where his star resided.

Then he could hurl all his stellar golden cores at once!

That scene would be quite merry.

“Ahem, isn’t that a bit over the top?” Great Wisdom True Lord, for the first time, doubted Qi Yuan’s intelligence.

After all, that was the Door of Ultimate Truth.

But then, something occurred to him.

“What you say does have some merit—if you can catch them, it can indeed be the underworld gate.

The biggest problem is… how to catch it!”

The Door of Ultimate Truth had existed for ages and appeared in the upper realm quite a few times.

So many great powers in the upper realm, yet none had ever managed to capture it.

“Why capture it? It is my gate!” Qi Yuan said seriously.

Didn’t he have the Myriad Forms Key? Couldn’t that prove the Myriad Forms Door was his?

“Alas, it was originally my home, just too fond of playing and ran away from home,” Qi Yuan said earnestly.

He almost believed it himself.

Let alone Great Wisdom True Lord.

He looked at Qi Yuan with suspicion: “Really your family’s gate?”

“Yes!” Qi Yuan nodded.

“When can I come visit your home?” Great Wisdom True Lord asked.

“My home is still under renovation—cough, give it some time.” Qi Yuan was a bit embarrassed.

His home’s gate was always open, but the gate itself was gone.

……

"Could it be that you, too, are a supreme treasure?"

In the room, Qi Yuan took out the game jade slip and examined it closely.

Then, he shook his head and said, "A broken game console—how could it be a supreme treasure?"

If a game console were a supreme treasure, then the prestige of supreme treasures would be far too low.

According to the Strange Painter and the Great Wisdom True Lord, the value of a supreme treasure is no less than that of a Yang God at the Ultimate Principle Realm.

A Yang God of the lower three heavens, upon obtaining such a treasure, could even ascend with a holy land to the middle three heavens.

In Qi Yuan's imagination, supreme treasures were haloed, full of room for wonder.

Just like the celestial maidens of the upper realm—they surely never passed gas or defecated.

Gazing at the game jade slip, a hint of complex emotion flickered in Qi Yuan's eyes.

The game icon belonging to the Windstream Realm had already turned gray.

This meant he had cleared the game and could no longer enter the Windstream Realm through the jade slip.

"It seems I'll have to search for a needle in a haystack."

There was actually another way to find the Windstream Realm.

That was to illuminate the myriad heavens with stars, patrolling the cosmos, spreading radiance wherever it touched across this realm.

Unlike now, where Qi Yuan's golden core projection was confined solely to the Canglan Realm.

In other worlds, there were no ten suns.

However, in a certain sense, Qi Yuan's actions could be seen as provocation.

After all, the stars that illuminate the myriad heavens had long established their rules.

The Great Sun was the Great Sun, the Moon was the Moon, and the Charm was the Charm.

Now, Qi Yuan's ten suns illuminated the heavens, all of them being suns.

What did this mean?

A challenge to the Great Sun?

But Qi Yuan didn't care.

By now, he understood that the Great Sun was that figure from the Taihuang Palace, the one behind the great calamity.

Since they were bound to clash soon anyway, what harm was there in provoking him first?

Of course, illuminating the myriad heavens didn't mean he could find the coordinates of all worlds.

The prerequisite was that a Yang God had once visited that world.

"The people of the myriad worlds are blessed!"

"Ten more suns in the sky mean ten more shares of fortune!"

"Perhaps it'll get so hot that the number of flirtatious men and women in the world will increase, aiding reproduction!"

"For the Heavenly Dao, isn't reproduction what it loves most?"

"Refuse to stigmatize flirtation!"

At this moment, Qi Yuan lifted his gaze to the stars of the myriad heavens.

He spotted an inconspicuous, slightly dim star.

A tender expression flickered in his eyes.

On the Arch Star, Yu Mengxian, who had descended from the upper realm, had once marked the star of the Moon Maiden.

"Perfect, illuminating the heavens, I'll also get to see Jinli's star.

The only pity is that my stars are too few—only ten—and I can't form words or patterns like drones."

Qi Yuan murmured to himself.

The figure of the Goldfinch appeared beside Qi Yuan.

Now, Qi Yuan could summon the Goldfinch and Ning Tao down at any time.

At this moment, the Goldfinch, in a goose-yellow skirt, was utterly adorable: "Hehe, I can finally go back to Nine Coil Mountain for a visit.

Ning Tao, on your golden core, will help you find the Windstream Realm!"

"You two are the same person—why do you call her by her full name?" Qi Yuan asked, puzzled.

The past self and the present self were, in truth, still one person.

In fact, if not deliberately separated, their sensations would even be unified.

Of course, after splitting into past and present selves, the past self retained the appearance of the Goldfinch.

The Goldfinch didn't answer but instead asked, "Do you like me more, or Ning Tao more?"

Qi Yuan sighed helplessly: "You might as well ask me who I'd save first if your mother and I fell into a river!"

"I won't bother you anymore. Hurry up and illuminate the heavens—Miss here and Ning Tao will help you together," the Goldfinch said, her little face turning serious.

"Alright!" Qi Yuan's expression also grew unusually solemn.

Illuminating the myriad worlds was no small matter.

It meant that a Yang God who had raised the Throne had been born!

Raising the Throne and not raising the Throne were two entirely different concepts.

...

Upper Realm.

Sixth Heaven.

Taihuang Palace.

Streams of light flashed by, landing on a mountain peak.

That mountain peak was covered in flames everywhere.

Even the trees seemed to grow from fire.

Fire trees, fire grass, fire fruits, fire birds.

Within the mountain, celestial music lingered.

A man in a golden robe sat at the head, his gaze deep. He looked at the nearly hundred mythic experts who illuminated the heavens below, a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Fellow daoists, this Taihuang Gathering will have some interesting things."

The golden-robed man was a mythic of the Taihuang Palace.

Excluding all the Yang Gods of the Taihuang Palace, among the remaining mythics, he ranked in the top ten.

Yang Gods rarely appeared in the world.

Such gatherings of major powers like the Taihuang Gathering were held by us mythics.

These mythics were not ordinary ones—they all illuminated the heavens and almost represented major factions.

"Oh, what good news?" The myth of the Mara clan spoke, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Could it be that you've slain a Yang God of the Moon God Palace?"

The Mara clan, like the Taihuang Palace, bore enmity toward the Moon God Palace.

Rumor had it that this grudge originated from a small world in the lower realms.

Against the Moon God Palace, the Mara clan had declared open war.

The Taihuang Palace and the Moon God Palace had also been in a state of war for ages.

As for the Yang God factions behind the other myths present, most were deeply connected to the Taihuang Palace.

When the Taihuang Palace clashed with the Moon God Palace, their backing factions did not engage directly but instead provided resource support.

"Not so." The golden-robed man's eyes gleamed with pride. "This is far greater than that!"

"Could it be that the one from the Moon God Palace has fallen?" Suddenly, a myth spoke with excitement.

The other myths turned to look at him with exasperation.

The moon in the sky was still shining bright!

How could anyone have fallen?

And more importantly, how could a being of that realm perish so easily?

The golden-robed man cast a sidelong glance at that myth, a flicker of displeasure in his heart.

What he was about to announce was indeed monumental, but compared to the fall of such a being, it was far less significant.

Now, thanks to that remark, everyone's expectations had been raised.

His announcement would no longer carry the same explosive impact.

"Ahem, that one has not fallen, but the Celestial Venerable once said that one... has suffered no light injuries!"

The golden-robed man declared, seated upright on a chair ablaze with flames.

"What? That one... is injured?"

The myths present were stunned.

After all, beings of that caliber rarely appeared in the mortal world and were not easily wounded.

One could say that even the death of an ordinary Yang God would not affect the Moon God Palace as much as an injury to that being.

"How that one was injured is a secret I do not know.

But the news is absolutely certain.

The Taihuang Palace and the Moon God Palace have been at war for a million years, and now the Taihuang Palace holds the upper hand.

That one... has been wounded.

Thus, you may consider allying with my Taihuang Palace to jointly assault the Moon God Palace!

Of course, you may relay this news to your Celestial Venerables!"

The golden-robed man said smugly.

The purpose of hosting the Taihuang Assembly was to unite other factions, gather resources, and besiege the Moon God Palace.

Most importantly, it was to draw the Yang Gods behind these factions into the fray, to truly enter the battlefield.

Now, with that one from the Moon God Palace injured, the opportunity was perfect.

"That one possesses a Creation Divine Artifact, yet could still be wounded!" A myth was awestruck.

A Creation Divine Artifact—what the Strange Painter called a supreme treasure.

In the eyes of these myths, the war between the Taihuang Palace and the Moon God Palace over the years had been mere skirmishes.

The Taihuang Palace had a Creation Divine Artifact, and so did the Moon God Palace; neither could truly prevail.

But now, that one, who held a Creation Divine Artifact, had been wounded.

The implications behind this were unimaginable.

"How that one was wounded, we naturally do not know, but the news is absolutely accurate.

Now is the time for us to unite closely.

The Celestial Venerables behind you all should also enter the fray.

Not necessarily to venture into the core regions of the Moon God Palace—the borderlands... are also worth exploring."

The golden-robed man said triumphantly.

The breaths of the myths present grew ragged.

The domain of the Moon God Palace was vast and boundless.

If that one from the Moon God Palace was truly injured, the Yang God Celestial Venerables behind them might indeed join the fray to claim a share.

"This matter shall be faithfully reported to the Celestial Venerable. If it proves true, heh, it seems we must look out for one another!"

"Worry not about the core regions—our Taihuang Palace will take the front. You need only act in the borderlands!" The golden-robed man said cheerfully.

Once this news spread, the Taihuang Assembly stood a great chance of success.

If successful, the Taihuang Palace would gain considerable support.

The Moon God Palace would be besieged, and then... the situation would shift dramatically.

Yet, at that moment, the myth who had earlier suggested the Moon God Palace's fall suddenly spoke.

"Why does it feel a bit hotter?"

"This is the Taihuang Palace—a bit of heat is normal," another myth remarked.

"But... it's too hot. Oh my... what is that in the sky?" The old man suddenly looked up at the heavens, his beard quivering, a look of terror spreading across his face.

(The chapter ends)