Chapter 604: Legacy

Shouheng Zhenren's face was twisted. Just moments ago, this 'Divine Firmament Ultimate Void Purple Void Immortal King' had, with a single thought, caused the souls of sixty thousand disciples of the 'Heavenly Dao Sect' to scatter!

Yet what worried and terrified him even more was everything that followed. He could no longer see any future for the 'Heavenly Dao Sect'. The road ahead was utterly dark, without even a glimmer of light.

"What I have done today is merely a prelude. To restore the Primordial Dome Realm to its state before the collapse of Primordial Chaos, I must still rely on the Divine Firmament Sect and my descendants."

Li Mochen smiled slightly: "Of course, I also need each of you to exert some effort. This is no less than a deed of world-creation. You should feel deeply honored to participate! Your cultivation was taken from this heaven and earth, and now you return it to them. This can be considered a cycle of cause and effect."

Then the dozens of great cultivators before the imperial tent began to burn like torches. Their blood and qi, their power, their essence souls were all forcibly extracted by the great formation beneath Li Mochen's feet, causing the two small worlds in the boundless void to slide ever faster.

At this moment, the primordial spirits of the entire Primordial Dome Realm also began to clamor and stir. The whole world started to shake.

Sima Jingyu's mind had already sensed the impending arrival of the two world fragments. She could not help but gaze into the void on both sides with a heart full of shock.

"They really have been drawn here."

The Moon Rabbit's red pupils were filled with joy: "I thought this world was doomed sooner or later—"

Sima Jingyu was also pleased. She did not seek for the source power and primordial spirits of this world to return to their peak during the ancient Primordial Chaos era. Merely reaching the level of seventy-five thousand years ago would suffice for some among them to break through the shackles of Mahayana and achieve immortality.

—In that era, quite a few people in this realm had successively ascended and departed, roaming the void.

"Old man Taoran!"

Emperor Tairu's body blazed with blood flames. He felt his blood and qi essence being drawn and stripped away by Li Mochen. No matter what method he used, he could not stop this process. The divine power the other party possessed was beyond his comprehension, completely ignoring all his efforts.

This feeling enraged him, filled him with hatred, yet left him powerless. Especially when he sensed two colossal objects approaching from the void, and the will of this world seemed to be 'rejoicing' and yearning, Emperor Tairu felt the fury and murderous intent in his chest about to explode, yet there was no outlet, no way to vent.

"I would rather die than be humiliated by you like this! Die—"

He began to self-immolate his divine soul and blood qi, causing black fissures to sprout around him, and he forcibly broke free from part of Li Mochen's control.

But then there was no 'then'. With a flick of his finger, Li Mochen exploded the emperor's body, and sighed: "It seems Your Majesty does not have the觉悟 to use yourself as fuel to give back to the world and all spirits."

This man's blood qi and essence soul were an indispensable source of energy for him to draw the two small worlds; he could not let this fellow squander it.

However, the emperor's primordial soul and brain were temporarily preserved by him. He still wanted to know where this man's cultivation came from, how he had so many Dao soldiers, and what secrets he was hiding.

The revenge and torment on this person were far from reaching the point where Li Mochen felt satisfied.

Then Li Mochen looked at 'Shouheng Zhenren': "Do you want to be like him too?"

This man was also struggling, unwilling to submit to his fate. But his cultivation was far inferior to Emperor Tairu's, and he could not break free from Li Mochen's control.

"The destruction of the Heavenly Dao Sect is a foregone conclusion. This realm will gradually recover under your direction. The Divine Firmament Sect already has a foundation to last for tens of thousands of years."

Shouheng Zhenren's face was extremely grim: "You have not granted me death until now, simply because you want me to watch my fellow disciples die one by one, to regret, to grieve, and to pay the price for joining hands with Emperor Tairu seven years ago. But now, I already regret it deeply."

It was far more than mere regret. At this moment, whenever he thought of the sixty thousand disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect who had followed him on the expedition to Divine Firmament Mountain, and of the younger generation in the sect who were also facing extinction, his heart felt as if it were being twisted and torn. He no longer had the face to live in this world.

Shouheng only hated that his own magical power was too weak; now he could not even control his own life and death.

At this moment, he and several fellow disciples before the imperial tent were all filled with anger and resentment, yet utterly helpless.

"Well spoken, but you still have to keep watching!"

Li Mochen gave a low chuckle, and then at his feet, a person's body exploded into a cloud of blood powder! That person was none other than one of the elders of the Heavenly Dao Sect, a Mahayana cultivator named 'Yuanxiu,' Shouheng's junior brother, as close to him as a brother.

"If I cannot have my way and do as I please today, then what use is my century of cultivation? How could I face the tens of thousands of fallen disciples of the Divine Firmament Sect?"

At this moment, outside the camp, watching this scene, Situ Jingyu felt both a sense of satisfaction and helplessness.

She thought her master was a bit too excessive. As the saying goes, killing is enough; there is no need to humiliate. But her master, after trampling people into the mud, still had to stomp on them a few more times.

Soon, Situ Jingyu lost interest in focusing on these enemies. Her mind was drawn to the strange changes occurring in this world.

"What is this?"

She sensed that some changes had taken place in this world, changes originating from the depths of its roots. Unfortunately, her magical power and cultivation were insufficient, so she could not fully grasp the mystery.

"Gugu! Even a guess would tell you: your master is taking the opportunity to alter the fundamental laws."

The Moon Rabbit took a fierce bite of the grass leaf in her hand: "This is the foundation for the Divine Firmament Sect's inheritance in this realm for tens of thousands of years to come."

In her view, things like merit and fortune were too ethereal and hard to manifest, and it was difficult for them to benefit the descendants of the Divine Firmament Sect. The so-called 'Will' or 'Heaven's Intent' of this world had no self-awareness; it was also 'forgetful.'

The reason the emperors of the Langya Heavenly Dynasty received the favor of 'Heaven's Intent' was simply that they used secret methods to closely bind their own bloodline to the roots of this world.

But even this was not very secure. The dynasties in the Yuanqiong Realm usually only lasted three to five thousand years. A relatively large-scale upheaval of heaven and earth, a world-altering change, could lead to the downfall of these dynasties.

However, altering the fundamental laws would be the true foundation for the Divine Firmament Sect's eternal existence in this world.

For example, if with the same thunder method or the same sword technique, disciples of the Divine Firmament Sect could be three times stronger than other cultivators of the same rank, how could other sects compete with the Divine Firmament Sect?

Of course, this was not the beginning of creation; Li Mochen could not alter too many fundamental laws. But even a small portion of them could bring endless benefits to the descendants of the Divine Firmament Sect.

Just as the True Person Shouheng was consumed as the last piece of firewood, the two small worlds had been pulled to a position extremely close to the Yuanqiong Realm.

At this point, Li Mochen no longer needed to exert himself; the gravitational pull of the three worlds themselves could achieve the fusion.

However, Li Mochen still held a dharma seal, covering the entire heaven and earth and the boundless void with his divine consciousness and divine power.

He had to ensure that the merging of the three worlds proceeded smoothly. He could not cause too great a disturbance, triggering upheavals of heaven and earth, or dragons and snakes rising from the land.

Cultivators had strong survivability; as long as the world was not destroyed, they could generally survive. But the nearly one hundred and twenty million mortals in this world were extremely weak and helpless in the face of such natural disasters.

"Master, let me help you!"

Situ Jingyu was the first to sit cross-legged beside Li Mochen, pouring her magical power and true essence into him in an unending stream. Then came Wei Jianyi and the Moon Rabbit, and the other disciples of the Divine Firmament Sect who had come to watch the battle also followed suit one after another.

Now there is no 'firewood' left to burn; they can only turn themselves into 'kindling'. Of course, the form no longer needs to be as intense as before, and Li Mochen would not accept it either.

Then, for the next two full days, all kinds of terrifying phenomena appeared in this world. Endless thunderstorms covered every space of this world, while lakes and rivers flowed backward, each wave stronger than the last. Especially at the edges of the world, the earth kept splitting, and peaks rose abruptly, majestic in scale, overturning mountains and seas.

Although Li Mochen did his best to maintain the 'calm' of this world, his magical power was still insignificant compared to a complete world. Fortunately, no major catastrophe broke out.

As time passed, the seven-colored spiritual light on the 'Divine Thunder Spiritual Fortune Purple Gold Tower' grew increasingly intense. In these two short days, it had gathered over ten million strands. And just when it exceeded the number of ten million, those karmic merits converged into a single stream, transforming into a wisp of pure purple qi, like a dragon baring its fangs and brandishing claws, winding and roaming outside the tower.

"What is this?"

Li Mochen's expression was startled. He tried to contact it with his divine sense, and then he saw the purple qi scatter as if alive, turning into strands and threads, merging into his body.

At this moment, Li Mochen felt his blood energy and vital essence surging, and his thoughts became exceptionally sharp and clear. The protective aura outside his body also shimmered with a seven-colored halo.

Previously, Li Mochen found it extremely difficult to cover three worlds simultaneously with his magical power, but after this moment, his pressure suddenly decreased greatly. With the same amount of magical power, he could now use it as two or three portions.

The key was that the purple qi inside his body seemed to have little consumption.

Li Mochen's mind stirred slightly, recalling that both the ancient Yuanqiong Realm and the Buddhist and Taoist traditions of the Bright World had the concept of 'Merit Immortals'.

Previously, Li Mochen considered it nonsense, but now it seemed it was indeed true. Just like him now, with the purple qi enveloping his body, he could be considered a 'Merit Immortal'. Even if he set aside all his strength, relying only on this power of merit, he would not be much inferior to the so-called weak 'Ancient Gods' of the West.

"Interesting!"

With the help of the purple qi, Li Mochen had more spare energy. He also began to focus more on the state of the purple qi within his body and the various changes it caused.

This observation lasted a full four hours. Only when the final step of merging the worlds was completed did Li Mochen withdraw his mental energy and put away his dharma seal.

The purple qi had completely merged into his body and no longer returned to the 'Divine Thunder Spiritual Fortune Purple Gold Tower'. However, the merits on the tower had increased to five million strands during these four hours.

The karmic reward for repairing the world and maintaining the beings of heaven and earth far exceeded his imagination. It was expected that a large amount of karmic merit would continue to flow into him in a steady stream.

A look of anticipation appeared in Li Mochen's eyes. Would a second wisp of purple qi condense? Would his strength become even greater?

It seemed he needed to do more good deeds beneficial to 'nature' and 'heaven and earth'—

"Is this over?"

Sikong Jingyu had already withdrawn her power and looked into the distance: "There doesn't seem to be any change?"

Her cultivation was, of course, insufficient for her eyesight to directly see the edge of this world. But from the changes in the surrounding earth veins and the flow of spiritual power, she could get a glimpse.

"The fusion of realms is not something that happens overnight. Although these three worlds have merged together, the membranes between them will still exist for a certain period. Over the next five or six years, they will gradually dissipate, eventually forming a new continent in the Yuanqiong Realm. You can develop it in advance and seize the opportunity."

Li Mochen looked at the crowd again: "Then there is the true inheritance blood seal of the sect. You should have felt it?"

Most of the people present nodded, all showing excitement.

When disciples of the Divine Thunder Sect are selected as 'true disciples', a blood seal is imprinted on a certain part of their body. On one hand, this ensures that the sect's inheritance is not leaked; on the other hand, it can serve as a talisman formation, enhancing the combat power of the 'true disciples' to a certain extent.

"I feel that my magical power has increased by at least ten percent. And—"

Wei Jianyi flicked his sleeve, sending out a sword qi that split a boulder twenty li away in two: "My sword intent is also far superior to before."

"Not only that, I won't go into detail here. You can discover it yourselves later. But this true inheritance blood seal should never be lightly granted to others from now on."

Li Mochen spoke with a solemn tone: "Also, when encountering enemies in the future, when reciting thunder spell incantations, add my divine title and pray devoutly; the power of the thunder spell will double."

This time, he used the eight characters 'Divine Thunder Heavenly Mandate Taiyi Immortal Lord' and the true inheritance blood seal as the backdoor key to the 'server'.

Of course, using this key was not so simple; it required his own relay and permission.

But for now, Li Mochen was not ready to leave an incarnation in the Yuanqiong Realm, so he simply opened the permissions first, planning to reclaim them later when he had spare energy.

In the words of the Bright World, it was a trial.

"Divine Thunder Heavenly Mandate Taiyi Immortal Lord?"

Sikong Jingyu had already reached the realm of 'thought moving dharma'. With a single movement, a bolt of lightning struck beside her. Then she raised her eyebrows in surprise; the power had indeed increased by about double.

But just as she was about to say something, she saw Li Mochen flicker and completely disappear from the spot.

"I can no longer stay in this realm for long. All subsequent matters in this realm are entrusted to you. Do not disappoint my expectations!"

As he had said before, his time was limited. One day of instructing the disciples and two days of merging the worlds were the limit for this secondary body to stay in the Yuanqiong Realm.

Originally, he could have chatted with the disciples a little longer, but just now, Li Mochen discovered something in the memories of Tai Ruodi that made his heart pound, so he didn't even have the last bit of time left.

...

"So that's it. That scoundrel Dugu Tianyi was a Moshra before his two reincarnations. And on this Moshra warship, he served as a soldier leader—"

Twenty-two minutes later, Li Mochen stood inside an alloy spaceship buried three thousand two hundred meters underground, looking at a three-dimensional screen before him, a strange light flickering in his eyes.

This narrow spaceship, thirty-two thousand meters long, nine thousand meters wide, and four thousand meters high, was one of the ships used by the Moshra people to cross the boundless void in ancient times.

He had already cracked the ship's intelligent mainframe and extracted the data stored by the Moshra people—all thanks to the complete ruins he and Anthony had excavated a few years ago, and Anthony's guidance in computer technology.

Seven years later, they had already systematically deciphered the Moshra script. Coupled with Li Mochen's own authority over fate, cracking the intelligent mainframe of this Moshra warship was easy.

According to these textual records, the monarch of the Moshra people at that time, a powerful king named 'Tiro', had obtained a relic from the previous universe. It was an artifact created before the boundless void—the entire macrocosm—but had lost its owner.

The Moshra people named this treasure the 'Wishing Tower', but the functions initially discovered were limited. Soon after, the news leaked, bringing them the disaster of extinction.

A powerful being in the boundless void who possessed five worlds and had almost completed constellation construction set his sights on them. He personally intervened, causing the technologically advanced Moshra people to fall into a state of extinction in less than twenty years.

However, their monarch was unwilling to give up this supreme treasure that could make him the most powerful existence in the boundless universe. He chose to flee with the entire race, entering the depths of the void.

The ensuing pursuit battle lasted decades in the universe, drawing in various forces. Until in the star region near the Bright World, the Moshra people's great fleet was completely routed by the many powerful beings who arrived one after another.

A part of them had to enter the still-primitive Bright World to rest temporarily. Others scattered in all directions, fleeing into multiple surrounding star regions. The ship Li Mochen was on, named 'Odro', was a star-class battleship of the Moshra people.

However, near the Yuanqiong Realm, they were still caught up by a powerful war god who possessed multiple worlds of faith. After a fierce battle, that powerful war god shattered the ship's engine and killed almost all the Moshra people on the ship from afar with a single strike.

At that time, the captain of the Odero and many of the Mosra elites aboard the warship had already been killed in battle, but the war god did not continue into the ship's interior afterward. He left in haste, and the Odero was able to land safely on the Primordial Dome. Under the control of the ship's main brain, the hull plunged deep into the earth, beginning to extract the source core power of this world to restore the vessel.

The vast majority of the Mosra people inside the ship had died, with only a small remnant surviving. However, they had all lost their bodies, leaving only a few lingering souls, and had to rely on the ship's power to perform possession.

Dugu Tianyi, one of the seven 'Company Leaders' of the ship's ground forces, was among them.

After understanding the whole story, Li Mochen, with a single thought, left the main control room of the ship and arrived at the functional area.

There he saw a production line for 'Astral Magic Power Armor' and a warehouse containing nearly a thousand suits of magic power armor with demigod-level strength. In addition, there were two biological workshops and corresponding warehouses storing up to two million doses of various genetic agents.

Except for the engine section, the hull of the Odero had been fully restored seventeen hundred years ago, and the ship's intelligent main brain had been continuously gathering war materials and manufacturing various war equipment according to predetermined procedures.

The contents of these warehouses were the results of its efforts over those seventeen hundred years.

If not for the limited resources of this realm, the factories inside the Odero could have produced even more.

Thus, the reason Tai Ru Emperor was able to skyrocket in cultivation and train hundreds of thousands of Dao soldiers in just a few years was entirely due to inheriting Dugu Tianyi's legacy and reaping the fruits of the Mosra people's millennia of labor.

After being reborn through possession, Dugu Tianyi was no longer recognized as a Mosra by the Odero and thus lost the qualification to enter the ship.

All the efforts Dugu Tianyi and his accomplices made afterward were aimed at opening this ship. They went so far as to destroy the earth veins everywhere, causing turmoil in the source core power of this realm. Their goal was not to destroy this world but to use this method to damage the Odero's energy supply.

They had nearly succeeded, but just before success, they were successively destroyed by Wenjian Taoran, and even Dugu Tianyi had to flee to the outer realms.

The Odero, with most of its defenses already breached, fell into the hands of Tai Ru Emperor.

However, at this moment, Li Mochen, who had obtained the Odero battleship, felt no joy at all. Instead, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his expression was grave.

That 'Wishing Tower' which had triggered the scramble among many powerful beings—could it be his own 'Divine Fortune Purple Gold Tower'?

He even suspected that the powerful war god who had nearly destroyed the Odero was none other than 'Odin,' the lord of the Aesir gods.

This was because the ship's visual records of that war god depicted a giant with only one eye, wearing an eagle helmet, clad in golden armor, and riding an eight-legged horse—exactly matching the description of 'Odin' in Norse mythology.

Cold sweat broke out on Li Mochen's forehead. He wondered: Were those outer realm god-kings invading the Bright World merely to obtain divine authority and power? Or could it be that they were after the Mosra's 'Wishing Tower'?

At this moment, he was immensely grateful that his 'Divine Fortune Purple Gold Tower' was invisible to most people, and he had never deliberately manifested it before others. Even during the battle for the Blood Crown, the 'Divine Fortune Purple Gold Tower' was invisible and unknowable to those below the god-king rank.

As his abilities improved, the tower body of the 'Divine Fortune Purple Gold Tower' continued to recover, and the concealment power of this divine treasure grew ever stronger.

However, the divine authority Li Mochen possessed—fate and time, as well as his early ability to snipe at will—might not necessarily avoid arousing associations.