Chapter 1279: Aurora Era

Chapter 1279: The Aurora Epoch

On the Fourth Star Ring, upon the fleshy earth of the Primal Motherworld, He had fully ascended into divinity. His mortal form—once that of a cultivator—had vanished entirely, transfigured now into the sacred visage of the Young Lord of Aurora.

Slowly, He lifted His head.

There He stood, radiating an ineffable presence!

His spine—the chord tethering the dimensions of reality and illusion—trembled faintly, as though breathing, stirring gravitational resonances throughout the Star Ring in ceaseless undulation.

Though His form was clearly visible to Xu Qing and Linghuang Immortal Maiden, their minds could not imprint it in the slightest.

They saw Him—but could not remember.

Nor could they weave His image within their thoughts.

It was as if His station was so exalted that the very faculties of perception in others failed to construct what their eyes beheld.

To force such construction would trigger irreversible collapse within one’s own consciousness.

Like gazing directly upon Fate itself—

And Fate is unfathomable!

Only His aura remained… earth-shattering, heaven-rending. All beings, all creation, seemed compelled to bow before Him.

Xu Qing’s soul trembled. Though his current body here was immortal, he possessed a divine form back on Wanggu Continent—one forged from the flesh of Shang Huang, imbued with lingering echoes of Fate.

Coupled with the blade of destiny once shaped from divine authority, and his own comprehension of Fate through his godhood…

In this instant, Xu Qing understood everything.

He knew why the Immortal Sovereign had sent him here.

And he sensed, upon the newly acquired divine essence of the Young Lord of Aurora, a familiar origin.

“Shang Huang…”

As Xu Qing murmured inwardly, the voice of the Young Lord of Aurora rang out—a sound echoing from the very formation of the Fourth Star Ring—resounding across all directions.

“Every soul within each cycle of fate is but a self-iterating manifold across multidimensional space.”

“A variable imprisoned within causality’s law—and also the strange attractor that unravels chaos’s boundary.”

“And the true God of Fate… is merely oneself, wielding a pickaxe to mine light from the vein called cognition.”

“All beings, all cultivators, all gods—they are each their own God of Fate.”

With the utterance of the first word from the Young Lord of Aurora’s lips,

The entire Primal Motherworld roared to life.

Upon its fleshy surface sprouted new skin, vegetation, living creatures, rivers, lakes, seas—

Entire ecosystems, civilizations, multitudes of beings.

In mere moments, the Primal Motherworld transformed into a thriving star.

Within those few spoken lines, life had already forged civilization and traversed countless eons across the planet.

Thus it was: One utterance—and all things arise!

Simultaneously, the deep pulse of ley lines echoed with vitality—not resonating anymore with the Young Lord of Aurora, but rather… submitting!

It submitted to Him!

At that same moment, outside the Primal Motherworld, the True Gods who had come to obstruct now trembled violently. The vast gulf in their destinies forced them instinctively to lower their heads, kneeling toward the Primal Motherworld—and toward the Young Lord of Aurora.

Not only them—across the entire Fourth Star Ring, nearly ninety-nine percent of all deities bowed instinctively wherever they stood.

Statues within temples, noble god-clans ruling vast territories, even entire divine realms—all prostrated themselves.

Beneath the darkness of the Fourth Star Ring, worship slowly birthed starlight—first as scattered points, then clusters, finally stretching boundlessly…

As if reigniting anew.

This was the manifestation and reciprocation of a Star Ring’s worth upon the birth of its Sovereign God.

A Sovereign God is the darling of their Star Ring!

Just as the Fourth Star Ring, in this rekindling, rippled with transformation—its final brilliance destined to surpass even its former glory.

Yet at this very moment, atop the Primal Motherworld—the source of this grand metamorphosis—the Young Lord of Aurora turned His gaze toward Linghuang Immortal Maiden.

His eyes were cold, devoid of emotion.

That gaze made Linghuang shiver. Before her, the marriage contract suddenly paled, its color draining away rapidly.

Even the inked characters of their betrothal began to fade.

“My… husband…” she whispered, trembling.

The Young Lord of Aurora gave a slight nod.

“I am unharmed. Nothing of my past has been lost. Though my emotions have grown faint, stripped of hue, I have not forgotten the purpose that brought me here.”

As His divine words fell, they transformed into ten thousand bolts of heavenly thunder, splitting the firmament.

Amidst that thunderous explosion, the Young Lord of Aurora fixed His gaze upon Xu Qing.

“Xu Qing—do you recall the mirrored era when my father ascended the throne?”

Hearing this, Xu Qing snapped his head up, staring straight at the Young Lord of Aurora.

“To come to the Fourth Star Ring—to harness the flesh of the Primal Motherworld, to seize the karmic nexus where the First God was born, and using the residual divine spark within me… to reroute my path and become a god of the Fourth Star Ring!”

“This was destiny’s choice—and fate’s decree.”

The Young Lord of Aurora spoke calmly, stepping toward the heavens.

Behind Him, countless blood vessels pulsed with golden ichor, sustaining His form as He rose ever higher.

His voice echoed:

“Having become a god, I now ascend further upon this Primal Motherworld of the Fourth Star Ring—to become one of its Divine Veins, igniting the divine spark within me, thereby seizing the Supreme Authority of the God Sovereign… and forging my own fate!”

“And now… the Dao’s resonance shall awaken. The hour draws near. Next… Sun and Moon shall return!”

High above, golden radiance erupted fiercely from the Young Lord of Aurora—His entire body blazing like the sun of this world, detonating with cataclysmic force!

At that precise instant, within the Fifth Star Ring, an old man clad in coarse hemp robes and straw sandals—who had been walking through the void—halted mid-step.

He raised his head, gazing distantly toward the direction of the Primal Motherworld in the Fourth Star Ring, then slowly opened his hands.

From his left palm emerged shimmering motes—the image of his son, the late Aurora Immortal Sovereign, ascending the throne and grasping the mantle of fortune—which dissolved into the void.

From his right hand flowed forth the thousand years of time erased long ago—now scattering like grains of temporal sand, returning… to the world!

A millennium past, on the day Jiuan Immortal Sovereign stepped down, the Aurora Immortal Sovereign chose rebellion. Chose conclusion.

That day was both his heir’s wedding and his own coronation—the pivotal moment when he was to assume dominion over the entire Fifth Star Ring for ages to come.

Had history unfolded unchanged, that era would have belonged to him.

But he defied the Way!

Then… the Immortal Sovereign arrived—and slew his own son with his own hands.

To erase all memory of cause and effect, Jiuan Immortal Sovereign veiled those thousand years beneath his own constitutional decree—and the Immortal Sovereign himself reached out, sealing away the karmic threads.

He then appointed Jiuan Immortal Sovereign once more to govern the Fifth Star Ring, extending his tenure another thousand years.

And today is the final day of this millennium.

This very moment is its last.

When a single resonant Dao-sound echoes throughout the Fifth Star Ring, heralding the dawn of a new day, the thousand-year karmic debt reclaimed by the Immortal Sovereign returns to the ring!

The entire Fifth Star Ring trembles as one.

Within the Nine Shores’ Outer Heaven, in the Hall of the Dao, the Lord of Nine Shores stands before his palace, gazing into the distance. A faint smile graces his lips, and a sense of relief rises within him.

“I hope you surpass your father—and even your grandfather…”

Murmuring softly, he lifts his hand and slowly removes from his head the Crown of the Epoch, woven from the fate-threads of the Fifth Star Ring, and returns it… to the ring itself!

Thus, amid thunderous resonance and the echoing Dao-tone, the Fifth Star Ring draws forth an unprecedented tide of destiny—from countless stars, infinite universes, myriad star realms, and all the Outer Heavens—churning like waves welcoming their new sovereign!

For if one traces back through time, this very day marks the anniversary of Lord Aurora’s ascension a thousand years ago!

Back then, Lord Aurora’s coronation failed.

But today… his son, Mi Ming, restores sun and moon, and assumes his father’s mantle!

The Aurora Epoch surges forth, sudden and glorious!