Chapter 1305: Today, Become Summer Immortal!

Chapter 1305: Today, I Become a Xia Immortal!

Liu Xuanji, the fortune-teller, burned his Book of Fate. In the instant his life was swallowed by flame, he had already divined the Heavenly Dao of his world.

“All lives share the same fate!”

Chen Mo, the historian, exhausted his entire life in pursuit of truth. At last, amidst the interplay of starlight and candle glow, he saw everything—understanding that all history’s endings merely cycled within a single wheel.

“Everyone who tries to grasp the trajectory of history ultimately becomes the trajectory itself.”

It was not only they who realized this. Under the illusions conjured by the God of Suffering, Xu Qing experienced countless lives: as a scholar, a high official, a commoner, a beggar—each existence unfolding in myriad forms.

At some pivotal moment in each life, through different means and karmic encounters, he arrived at the very same revelation.

Until finally, as that uniquely gifted painter, filled with profound emotion, he spoke the whole truth aloud…

“Unification encompasses not only space—but time as well.”

He at last beheld himself from another timeline.

And conveyed all his realizations across time and space directly to his own being.

They were all Xu Qing.

Ordinary enlightenment flows like a river moving forward—a straight line.

But Xu Qing’s Constitution had reached such an exalted tier that his enlightenment formed a circle.

His past selves, future selves, present selves—those scattered across divergent timelines—all became his teachers.

Thus, the moment the old painter departed with a serene smile—even as his world shattered into fragments—Xu Qing, gazing upon that painting, heard the resonant voice of the Great Dao echoing in his mind.

That sound gathered every thread of time and space, coalescing into the primordial chime of awakening!

Xu Qing then lifted his foot and stepped out of the fractured painter’s world in a single stride—reappearing within the original maelstrom of temporal chaos.

This place was his anchor—the very center of all parallel realities.

Here, Xu Qing sat cross-legged.

After a long while, he closed his eyes and softly uttered two words:

“Unify!”

The moment those syllables left his lips, time and space roared. Every parallel consciousness trembled violently.

A storm arose!

Xu Qing could clearly sense those dispersed essences—scattered across every corner, every parallel timeline.

Now, like homing birds summoned by an ancient call, they surged toward him, yearning to merge into one.

And so, the Return began in earnest!

…

Time flowed like a gentle brook, silently passing as waves of consciousness from disparate timelines converged back into him.

Even though time itself had lost meaning for Xu Qing in this moment, strange ripples still stirred within the endless river of ages.

Each parallel world born from Xu Qing’s Constitution—now transformed into luminous points—was stretched infinitely into threads, weaving together amid these ripples, merging into one.

At last, they converged and fused within the chaotic currents where Xu Qing’s true body resided.

This grand transformation of time and space wrought cataclysmic changes upon all beings within the infinite parallels shaped by Xu Qing’s Constitution.

Mountains and rivers in their respective timelines seemed reshaped by invisible hands.

Peaks once towering into the clouds either soared thousands of zhang higher—or slowly sank into undulating hills.

Rivers, lakes, and seas abandoned their former courses: some dried into vast deserts; others overflowed, birthing new oceans of boundless expanse.

Beasts and birds, too, were imbued with strange spiritual grace—their forms and instincts evolving anew. Some sprouted wondrous wings to soar beyond the ninth heaven; others gained human speech, as if unlocking the gates of sentience.

As for the countless mortals of the world, their very souls and bodies underwent metamorphosis within this tide—some gaining a flicker of divine light between their brows, others moving with mysterious power unseen before.

All these impossible transformations took shape within Xu Qing’s thoughts—and manifested within his parallels.

Yet Xu Qing remained seated serenely in the void of chaos, his mind utterly clear.

No joy. No sorrow.

His cultivation, his realm—both ascended now in a way long absent!

Or rather, it was not mere ascension—it was a world-shattering, epoch-defining transcendence!

His skin grew rosier, silver runes bloomed along his bones, his hair lengthened ceaselessly, his form more dreamlike than ever—and within his soul, an essence unique to immortals began to flow!

It soon spilled outward, radiating around him—

Illuminating the void!

For an immortal was being born!

Accompanying this immortal essence arose a sublimated consciousness—

Immortal Awareness—born also from Xu Qing’s Constitution as its governing Law!

Stronger than spirit sense, existing on an entirely different plane, it pierced through time and space like an immense, invisible net—binding everything within Xu Qing’s domain into seamless unity.

The moment full connection was achieved, this unprecedented transformation completed itself within Xu Qing in a single breath!

He had leapt across the threshold of life itself!

As his eyes opened and closed, thunder roared through the temporal maelstrom. Darkness tore apart in an instant; chaos reordered itself. Everything—absolutely everything—found its master the moment Xu Qing opened his eyes.

His Immortal Awareness swept across the eight directions, piercing past and future—shaking heaven and earth!

And what composed this extraordinary awareness? None other than all the versions of himself across every parallel timeline!

Each self was but a point—yet each constantly fed power into the Immortal Awareness.

As the source, Xu Qing could feel with perfect clarity: with but a single thought, every version of himself—no matter how vastly different their circumstances or experiences—would move in perfect accord with his will!

Though each parallel self seemed merely a solitary point, now linked by Immortal Awareness into a complete whole, they contained within them the secrets of the entire cosmos!

They held infinite possibilities, infinite worlds, infinite tales.

This was the primal origin—from which all timelines, all causality, emanated.

In theory, this origin represented infinite time and boundless space—as if standing here granted one the power to stride across eons and traverse the edges of the universe.

This… was Xu Qing’s Tenth Pole.

His painter-self had named it… Dimension!

And in this very instant, Xu Qing at last achieved the ascension he had long dreamed of—he became a Xia Immortal!

Forever freed from mortal shackles,

he stepped into the transcendent realm of immortals.

The moment his eyes opened, the temporal maelstrom whirled around him as its axis—every chaotic fragment leaping within it now bowing like subjects before their sovereign.

Even beyond, ripples stirred.

Within the Fourth Star Ring, time itself shifted—every living thing briefly losing a sliver of time, only to regain it in the next breath.

The change was so swift that none among the masses could truly perceive it.

Only those cultivators who had mastered the power of time, and the gods themselves, would feel a fleeting daze in this instant—vaguely sensing that the path ahead of them…

had suddenly grown a mountain!

For at this very moment, on the level of space and time itself, Xu Qing’s Edict… had already reached its absolute peak!

In ages past, though other gods and cultivators had trodden this road, not a single one had ever stood before him.

Now, there was no being ahead of him—because he himself… was now among the foremost pioneers of all who cultivated the divine authority and edicts of space-time!

The reason it was said “among” was because, at the precise instant his Tenth Pole reached consummation, Xu Qing sensed within the entirety of the Thirty-Six Star Rings five other existences standing equal to him.

Among those five, not one was a cultivator—all were gods.

Each of them was at the Sovereign tier, each probing the very concept of space-time, seeking how to take the next step forward!

And as Xu Qing perceived them, so too did those five Sovereigns—dwelling respectively in the Seventh, Thirteenth, Nineteenth, Twenty-Sixth, and Thirty-Fifth Star Rings—feel an identical ripple within their beings.

In the Seventh Star Ring dwelled a Sovereign named Eon. His divine might was hymned by his worshippers, who described his form as wrought from flowing grains of sand.

His eyes marked the boundary between dawn and dusk.

Legend claimed that silver sands pouring from his left eye could freeze any battlefield in time, while golden grains falling from his right accelerated the growth of civilizations.

His body devoured all fragments of time that strayed from the ordained paths of fate.

In the Thirteenth Star Ring resided another deity sensed by Xu Qing—a being of human shape, appearing as a woman, who even now walked through the starry void.

Beneath her moon-white robe, the hem was stained with ink of eternal night; her bare feet left burning footprints upon the fabric of space, causing rivers of stars to flow backward along her trail.

Her silver hair, entwined with nebulae, fluttered with countless shattered gears hidden within its strands.

She was the Mother of Stellar Orbits.

Then there was Frey of the Nineteenth Star Ring, known as the Weaver-Mother.

Within her divine realm, her true form was a blooming flower atop antlers woven from countless emerald vines.

This blossom spun threads of four hues: spring’s jade thread could restore flesh to dry bones; summer’s crimson strand could melt stars; autumn’s golden filament wove destinies; winter’s silver gauze froze souls.

Even space-time itself bent beneath her weaving.

As for the deities of the Twenty-Sixth and Thirty-Fifth Star Rings, their ranks were equally awe-inspiring.

One was the Eye of the Instant!

It possessed no fixed form, but was instead assembled from countless overlapping moments. Its shape shifted according to the gaze of whoever beheld it. At this moment, within its divine realm, it appeared as a being sheathed entirely in mirror-like scales.

And upon every scale, in this instant, flickered the image of Xu Qing—

encompassing all possible versions of him across every future timeline—only for all those possibilities to shatter into nothingness in the next breath.

It could not perceive him!

The other was the Lord of the Abyssal Void.

It was a colossal serpent coiled at the end of time within the Thirty-Fifth Star Ring, its scales forged from solidified darkness.

With each exhalation, it spewed black sands that devoured memories; from the tip of its tail hung a tarnished bronze compass.

Many tales surrounded this Sovereign within its ring—one claimed that when it spread its bony wings, the membranes would reveal the chronicles of every forgotten civilization.

And now, those wings unfurled once more, bearing Xu Qing’s name as if to inscribe it—

yet in the end, it remained blurred.

Because Xu Qing’s Edict was equal to theirs…

It was a Law belonging to the Sovereign Immortal tier!