Chapter 1275: Mi Ming, Xu Qing

Chapter 1275: Seeking Light, Xu Qing

The words of Immortal Phoenix Fairy struck like a blade, slicing through every veil of uncertainty and transforming Xu Qing’s boldest conjecture into undeniable truth!

To ascend to godhood—here, at the very birthplace of the Fourth Star Ring’s first deity!

Such audacity defied both past and future!

Yet as the mists parted, new doubts stirred within Xu Qing’s heart.

He had witnessed several instances of path-altering ascension—it was never an easy feat.

Amidst his churning thoughts, Immortal Phoenix Fairy, clearly perceiving his confusion, spoke once more.

“There are things you do not fully understand.”

“From the moment my husband’s Primordial Mirror Constitution first formed, traces of Divine Calamity had already seeped in—silently, imperceptibly…”

“Though minimal, and later suppressed by my father using the Law of Secrets, it could never be wholly eradicated. That is precisely why the Immortal Sovereign ultimately chose to seal my husband within the Aurora Immortal Palace!”

“The Sovereign had already lost his son. In handling his grandson’s fate, he allowed himself a sliver of selfishness—he could not bear to lose another.”

“And the faint remnant left within my husband… is the Divine Beacon.”

Upon hearing this, Xu Qing instantly grasped why Immortal Phoenix Fairy had earlier declared that only the Aurora Immortal Sovereign and his son could accomplish this!

For the deeper one’s cultivation, the harder it becomes to alter one’s destiny.

Even the Empress of old, though merely at the Sovereign realm, required countless elaborate rites.

Now, the Young Master of Aurora stood at the peak of Summer Immortal cultivation—his path-alteration would demand rituals and trials of near-infinite complexity.

Yet all that infinity now possessed a foundation.

That foundation was this place—this Primordial Mother Star!

Here, where the First Deity of the Fourth Star Ring was born, most prerequisites were fulfilled—and its rank… was sufficient!

But even with all conditions met and rank assured, one crucial element remained missing for a Summer Immortal’s path-alteration:

The Divine Beacon!

Like a single spark capable of igniting a prairie fire—the Divine Beacon was that spark!

Yet an ordinary spark could never suffice.

This was precisely why no other cultivator before had succeeded.

But the Aurora Immortal Sovereign and his son were different!

Long ago, the Fifth Star Ring’s Immortal Sovereign had been tainted by the Divine Calamity born from the death of the Fifth Star Ring’s God Sovereign—a curse forged from the collapsing divine essence and boundless divine might of a fallen God Sovereign. Even the mighty Immortal Sovereign could not erase it entirely; a single thread remained, branded deep within.

Later, the Sovereign devised a method of gradual erasure—through bloodline inheritance, generation after generation wearing it down.

Thus, the Aurora Immortal Lord endured a life of unbearable sorrow—and unwilling to pass this agony to his son, he chose self-annihilation.

He succeeded, granting the Young Master of Aurora growth within his sealed slumber—but perhaps that success was incomplete.

Hence came what followed.

The Young Master of Aurora chose this Primordial Mother Star of the Fourth Star Ring, using the lingering Divine Calamity within him as a beacon—to alter his path and ascend to godhood!

“Not merely to become a god—he intends to ascend here… to God Sovereign!”

Xu Qing’s eyes gleamed with astonishment.

“With the rank of this Primordial Mother Star, and upon becoming a God Sovereign, the Young Master of Aurora will claim the fortune of the Fourth Star Ring, binding himself inseparably to it!”

“As for what comes after…”

Xu Qing’s breath quickened—he had already guessed!

And dimly, he understood his own role—and that of Immortal Phoenix Fairy…

“We are to be the anchors of his humanity after his ascension.”

Xu Qing turned to Immortal Phoenix Fairy.

Having long ago weathered the clash between humanity and divinity, he knew well the vital importance of such an anchor in the throes of godhood!

“I am his wife—our marital bond threads through history itself. And you… once bore his form in the Mirror Realm, rescued him, aided him greatly, and now command the Aurora Outer Heaven—your karmic ties to him are unprecedented.”

“In this world, only we two can serve as his anchors.”

As her voice echoed, Xu Qing’s spirit trembled.

Below, the Young Master of Aurora sat cross-legged within exposed flesh, his long hair shimmering with an eerie glow beneath the crimson sky.

His gaze was fixed downward upon the peeled-open Star Palace.

Pulsing like a heartbeat, thunderous rhythms emanated from the Star Palace’s flesh, reverberating across heaven and earth.

It was the pulse of this Mother Star!

With each beat came a sense of awakening—as if the star itself were stirring from slumber.

Listening to this pulse, sensing the resurgence, the Young Master of Aurora remained serene. He raised his right hand and plunged the Immortal Sovereign’s sword straight into his own chest!

The blade dissolved upon contact with blood, merging with him.

Having done so, he closed his eyes. His left hand rose slowly, forming seals as ancient incantations flowed from his lips—culminating in two words:

“Blood Pact!”

At those words, heaven and earth roared.

The Mother Star’s resistance intensified violently, causing the land to churn, while its awakening surged with sudden ferocity.

Yet the Young Master’s expression remained unchanged. Eyes still shut, his entire body now began to ripple with concentric patterns—

Veins!

Every vessel beneath his skin abruptly swelled outward.

From afar, he appeared wreathed in crimson serpents!

A heartbeat sounded from his chest.

Thump… thump… thump… thump!

This rhythm did not sync with the Mother Star’s pulse. The two beats intertwined in the air, sending ripples through the void.

Then, the Young Master drew a deep breath, his face contorting in pain. Both hands shot to his chest and pressed down hard.

In an instant, the grotesque veins bulging from his skin burst forth!

They unfurled with terrifying speed in all directions!

Exactly thirty-six thousand in number, each tip split into fine, hair-like tendrils that writhed, radiating the aura of the Immortal Sovereign’s sword as they plunged toward the Star Palace below!

From a distance, the sight was horrifying!

The entire Primordial Mother Star shuddered violently. Waves of repulsive force erupted from the Star Palace, striving to block the invasion—

But the vascular tendrils pierced through effortlessly!

Crushing all resistance, they forced their way deep into the heart of the Mother Star’s Star Palace!

It plunged fiercely into the deep, fleshy walls and shot through!

In an instant, the Primordial Mother Star let out a deathly howl like a dying leviathan, its continents of living flesh churning up blood waves stretching ten thousand miles.

Yet this wail could not halt the Crimson Radiance Young Lord’s veins. In a flash, even more vessels surged forth, piercing deeper into the Mother Star’s living tissue—

relentlessly delving, as if searching!

Until at last they seemed to brush against the Mother Star’s main artery—the very conduit linked to its planetary meridians—and coiled around it, taking root in parasitic union. Then… the pulsing rhythm of the Primordial Mother Star abruptly halted.

When it resumed, its beat gradually synchronized with the Young Lord’s own heartbeat.

Finally, when the last vessel completed its parasitic bond, the Crimson Radiance Young Lord, seated cross-legged upon the star’s flesh, snapped his eyes open!

Golden radiance—identical to that of a deity—blazed from his pupils.

Each breath he drew now sent spasms rippling through the entire planet.

His heartbeat and the Mother Star’s pulse had become one!

As though he and the star were now a single being!

High above, Xu Qing and Linghuang Immortal witnessed all this, their minds roiling with shock. At that moment, the Crimson Radiance Young Lord suddenly lifted his head, golden eyes locking onto Xu Qing.

Then he grinned.

That smile, framed by his current visage, was utterly terrifying.

“Little brother,” he said softly.

“The flesh has been peeled back. The blood sacrifice is complete. In the coming rites of apotheosis, there will be some rather delicious delicacies.”

“For instance… the memories of this Primordial Mother Star.”

“Would you care to join me? I’ll take you to feast together.”

The Crimson Radiance Young Lord extended his invitation with a laugh.

Hearing this, Xu Qing’s eyes gleamed strangely. Without hesitation, he blurred forward, hurtling downward.

In a blink, he alighted beside the Young Lord, settling cross-legged upon the pulsating flesh of the Primordial Mother Star.

Seeing Xu Qing arrive, the Young Lord threw back his head and laughed heartily. Raising his right hand, he pointed—and instantly, a vein detached itself, slithering toward Xu Qing until it hovered before his face.

Xu Qing remained silent, gazing at the Young Lord. After several breaths, he abruptly lifted his own right hand, pressing his fingertip against the waiting vessel.

The next instant, the Young Lord’s voice echoed throughout the world:

“Stellar Soul!”

Xu Qing’s mind erupted in thunderous resonance.

The memories of the Primordial Mother Star—now unlocked through the Young Lord’s parasitic bond—surged into his consciousness as a cataclysmic flood. Filtering them through himself, the Young Lord diverted a portion directly into Xu Qing’s awareness.

In the span of a breath, Xu Qing’s entire body trembled. He saw countless divine figures, unfathomable secrets beyond naming, rivers of Source Essence swirling into galaxies—and within those galaxies, True Names rising and falling like tides…

Boundless memories, laden with terrifying knowledge, exploded ceaselessly within him.

Meanwhile, as the Crimson Radiance Young Lord absorbed these memories, his very soul surged upstream—

stirring ripples, carving his True Name into the river of memory, into the galactic currents, into the unseen fabric of fate itself!

Mi Ming.

Xu Qing, swept within this torrent of remembrance, sensed it too—the two characters forming within the ripples.

At the same moment, the Young Lord’s voice rang through his mind:

“What are you standing there for? Leave your name already!”

“Your sister-in-law and the others can’t do this—they lack divinity in their blood. But you can.”

“I noticed something odd about you long ago. You seem purely celestial on the surface, yet deep within hides a sliver of godhood. If I’m not mistaken, you must have another body—one belonging to a deity!”

“So like me, you can inscribe your name!”

“Hurry! To leave your name here is to freeload off the Fourth Stellar Ring—a stroke of luck like this… heh heh.”

The Young Lord’s words came fast and urgent.

Upon hearing them, Xu Qing’s consciousness churned—then hardened into resolve. With the Young Lord’s aid, he projected his imprint, stirred the waters, and shaped his name:

Xu Qing!

This name flashed once within the River of True Names—then sank alongside “Mi Ming” into the galactic depths.

“There we go, little brother. Savor the freeloaded blessings later. Now… your elder brother is about to ascend to godhood!”

The Young Lord’s laughter boomed as a tremendous force silently erupted—gentle only to Xu Qing’s mind—as it expelled him from the Mother Star’s memories.

The next instant, Xu Qing opened his eyes. Without pause, he retreated swiftly, returning to midair just as terrifying waves of power began radiating from the Young Lord below.

The entire Primordial Mother Star shuddered continuously, its surface writhing as intricate sigils were seared into its flesh—

perfectly resonating with the Young Lord’s own vascular network.

His aura surged explosively, now suffused with the alien essence of divinity.

Godhood—earth-shattering, heaven-rending—manifested in full.

And in that moment, the Crimson Radiance Young Lord slowly opened his eyes.

His right eye reflected a collapsing starfield; his left swirled with cosmic lightning. Golden light emanated from his entire form.

Rising slowly to his feet, he trailed behind him countless vascular tendrils—grotesque yet sacred!

He had become… Him.

A Peak True God!