I Have A Cultivation World

Chapter 3101: Chapter 1474: Returning to the Netherworld, the Sword of Dao

Zhuo Ming opened her eyes, and the wind blew from the newly formed lakes and wetlands in the distance, carrying the moist air and the fresh scent of early plant growth, gently brushing against her cheeks, lifting a few strands of loose hair.

Her gaze passed over the new green tops of the mulberry trees, directed towards the clear blue sky like a washed emerald, where a Five-Colored Auspicious Cloud floated. She saluted Chen Mobai and Qing Nu above: "Disciple greets Master and Mistress."

"Hahaha, congratulations to Ming’er, worthy of being my heir to the lineage, with deep fortune, achieving Divinity Transformation without a Heavenly Tribulation."

Amidst Chen Mobai’s laughter, he had already descended with Qing Nu in front of Zhuo Ming.

Standing on the abundant land now, Chen Mobai curiously stomped his foot, feeling the texture completely different from the desert, and could not help but be filled with emotion.

When he first intended to govern this place, although he believed there would come a day when the desert would disappear, he did not expect such success.

"Husband, this seems to be an Immortal Seed."

Qing Nu’s attention fell on the robust wheat seedling at Zhuo Ming’s feet.

Chen Mobai immediately reached out to touch it, and quickly sensed the origin of this Immortal Seed. It was one of the seeds originally scattered by Senior Sister Tianhai, named Jade Dragon Rice.

The original Jade Dragon Rice was of the Seventh Rank, but after cultivation in the Tianhe Realm, it adapted and degraded to the Sixth Rank.

Now this is one of the remaining Sixth Rank Immortal Seeds, which the True Spirits originally living on this land ate, perhaps even the Grand Emperor Heavenly King consumed it.

"Once this Immortal Seed matures, we can try transplanting it into the Doushuai Heaven, and maybe with the might of creation there, it could be restored to the Seventh Rank."

Zhuo Ming voiced her thoughts; during her Divinity Transformation process, her understanding of the Innate Great Dao of Creation was the deepest.

She even felt it was more suitable as the foundation for her Cultivating Void than the Merit Great Dao.

"Ming’er has deep fortune, her future accomplishments will definitely be extraordinary," Chen Mobai said with satisfaction.

At the moment Zhuo Ming achieved Divinity Transformation, the Saintly Virtue Great Dao he had in the Tianhe Realm also reached complete perfection, as if his mission here was to guide this disciple to success.

Dao Patterns flashed on Turtle Treasure, vaguely revealing the Destiny Great Dao, allowing Chen Mobai to perceive that in the future Three Realms, Zhuo Ming would be a very important existence.

Perhaps the reconstruction work after a great calamity required her leadership.

It is likely for this reason that the Heavenly Emperor granted merit, as the Heavenly Emperor, mastering the complete Destiny Great Dao, could see more than Chen Mobai could.

While the master and apprentices were studying the Immortal Seed, a series of Primordial Spiritual Lights brightened above the Ninth Level of the Heavens.

Zhuo Ming’s Divinity Transformation resonated with the East Continent Earth Vein, and it descended merit from the heavens, naturally attracting the attention of all top cultivators to come and see what was happening.

"So it was Nephew Zhuo’s Divinity Transformation, no wonder there was such a remarkable scene!"

The first to arrive was someone from the Nine Heavens Morality Sect, Yuan Qingque arrived with Ye Qing and Yuan Zhen, all gratified to see Zhuo Ming’s Divinity Transformation, and even brought out a Sixth Rank Spiritual Root as a congratulatory gift.

Considering he had openly ascended, though no one dared say anything in the Lower Realm, Chen Mobai still chose not to trouble the Heavenly Court. After greeting Ye Qing and the others, he prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he casually inquired about the Nine Heavens Demon Vibration Ancestor, finding that Yuan Qingque and the others had no news and were mentally prepared for the ancestor’s possible demise.

"Ming’er, take this as my congratulations for your Divinity Transformation."

As Master, Chen Mobai would not forget a gift. He offered the Ascension Platform, along with the method to activate it, to Zhuo Ming.

Seeing the congratulatory gift was the Ascension Platform, Yuan Qingque was slightly surprised and connected Zhuo Ming’s Divinity Transformation granting celestial merit. His pupils dilated with realization.

Leaving an Illusion Incarnation behind to oversee, and instructing Qing Nu to handle Zhuo Ming’s Deity Transformation Ceremony affairs, Chen Mobai took advantage of this time to visit the World of Darkness.

As a hub for the integration of the Three Realms, East Continent now has many Yellow Springs Paths, allowing direct transit to the Netherworld.

However, for ordinary cultivators, even those Cultivating Void, they would be constrained by Huangquan Yin Qi, unable to delve deeper into the Netherworld, but for Chen Mobai, it was as easy as walking on flat ground.

After entering the Netherworld by using Turtle Treasure, Chen Mobai flicked his sleeve, causing the thick grey and black Death Qi around him to dissolve quickly under the Saintly Virtue Pure Light, isolating a piece of pure land.

Simultaneously, numerous strong wills rose from the Yellow Springs, transforming into various illusions, coming towards Chen Mobai’s location.

His Saintly Virtue Great Dao naturally conflicted with this place, triggering reactions from many Great Dao. As the overlords of the Netherworld, the Nine Ghost Mother’s Sons, of course, were the first to notice.

However, the first to manifest through the Yellow Springs, the Nether Dragon, upon seeing Chen Mobai’s presence, immediately dispersed its incarnation and retreated without a glance back.

Though centuries had passed, the scene where Chen Mobai used his right hand to smash through the World of Darkness with Saintly Virtue was still vivid in memory, causing the fearsome Nine Ghost Mother’s Sons to be filled with dread.

The Nether Dragon, showing leadership qualities, did not forget to notify its siblings through the Yellow Springs while fleeing.

Soon, the various eerie phenomena converging towards Chen Mobai dissipated and disappeared into the Yellow Springs.

Originally intending to greet the local Nether Dragon, Chen Mobai watched this unfold and couldn’t help but shake his head, pondering if he’d been too harsh back then.

However, since they dared not show up, it was beneficial for Chen Mobai.

Following his connection with the Primordial Yang Set, he soon arrived at the location of the Primordial Yang Sword.

This was an absolute prison within the Netherworld; even the Void was solidified and frozen, like a giant black amber, with a core as thick as ink, densely frozen with the cold, deathly chill as eternal profound ice. Any vitality and light not of this realm would be eroded and frozen by this ultimate Yin death intent, ultimately becoming part of death.

But at the deepest point, an "aberration" floated.

This was Chen Mobai’s Primordial Yang Sword.

Once the Sword of Saintly Virtue that shone across the Universe, it now concealed its brilliance, akin to an iron rod covered in dust.

Dark chains formed by Netherworld Death Qi appeared from all directions of the void, carrying a chilling menace capable of freezing souls and eradicating all vitality, entwining themselves around the Primordial Yang Sword.

Any ordinary Sixth Rank sword would have already been shattered by the Netherworld Origin’s ice.

Yet, the Primordial Yang Sword was using this to complete its ultimate transformation.

As the icy chains touched the sword blade, sparks flew continuously, as the sword eliminated every trace of the Saintly Virtue Great Dao except for the Netherworld.

Over a century had passed, and the sword’s originally pure gold had turned into a dark gold.

At the instant of Chen Mobai’s arrival, the Primordial Yang Sword’s dormant spine suddenly quivered.

"Buzz!"

A sound, incredibly slight yet seeming to echo through eternity, a clear and melodious Sword Sound, resonated from the sword’s deepest core!

As the Sword Sound rang out, the billions of Netherworld Chains wrapped around it trembled violently and broke apart with a cracking noise.

During this process, the Primordial Yang Sword’s blade cracked open with tiny fissures, shedding surface dust. Within these fissures, dazzling Saintly Virtue Radiance shone like a lamp wick illuminated in a dark room, or like Star Fire cast into a furnace, igniting explosively.

At that moment, Chen Mobai was also stern-faced, harnessing the Primordial Yang Sword with "The Union of Differences," guiding its sublimation, and taking that crucial step forward.

As the chains snapped one by one, the Primordial Yang Sword grew more agile, beginning its final refinement and sublimation!

Layers of heavy dust upon the sword blade, like an old mud shell, cracked inch by inch under the impact of Saintly Virtue Pure Light.

With all the dust shed away, the transformed Primordial Yang Sword appeared before Chen Mobai, like molten gold, resembling the purest Flames, and akin to the civilization’s heritage fire, slowly flowing and surging upon the sword.

Chen Mobai could sense the entire Saintly Virtue Great Dao within the Netherworld was now entrusted to this sword, its power incomparably refined and vast, far exceeding its former self by tenfold, hundredfold.

Yet still, the Primordial Yang Sword remained Sixth Rank, not yet classified as a Treasure of Dao.

In the palm of Chen Mobai, the Purple Cloud Palace’s radiance flickered, the Saintly Virtue Pure Light like a small sun purifying all chilling Death Qi in this absolute prison.

The final few stubborn chains wrapped around the Primordial Yang Sword vanished into smoke, as the sword hummed and flew into Chen Mobai’s palm filled with Saintly Virtue.

Chen Mobai took a deep breath, no longer hesitating, reached out to grip the sword handle.

With a roar, the little sun in his right palm completely merged into the sword at that moment.

Suffused by the Purple Cloud Palace’s Saintly Virtue Power, the red Flames upon the spine began to solidify, reflecting numerous mysterious patterns.

Gradually, these patterns transformed into the shadows of mountains and rivers, into the wishful light of ten thousand homes, and into the imprint of civilization’s heritage.

At the sword edge, a warm, jade-like light that contained the will of civilization gathered, and as Chen Mobai waved his hand to slash, endless darkness in the Netherworld was once again illuminated.

Cleaving through the dark, Chen Mobai saw the wailing of the undead, the whispers of ghosts, and the despair accumulated over eternity’s deathly silence.

This was the Netherworld, a place discarded.

But now, entrusted with the Saintly Virtue Great Dao, the Primordial Yang Sword had cleaved out a world-purifying light here.

Countless souls were washed by the sword’s clear sound, awakened from chaos, their wails transforming into prayers, their eyes turning clear, ultimately bowing towards where Chen Mobai stood.

And in this moment, the Primordial Yang Sword finally exceeded its limits, the Saintly Virtue Light flowing on the sword purified to no impurity, perfect and flawless.

"Zheng!"

A clear, grand Sword Sound, as if originating from the source of the Human Path’s river, suddenly tore through the Netherworld’s eternal silence!

This Sword Sound was not an aggressive sound of slaughter but a proclamation formed by Saintly Virtue Perfection and the Great Dao, a projection of civilization’s fire upon the eternal dark abyss.

With the Sword Sound resonating, the sun, seen only once in the Netherworld, rose again.

When the Nether Dragon and others witnessed the drastic change in expressions, thinking Chen Mobai intended to completely obliterate the Netherworld, they were surprised to discover that the sun’s radiance shined upon the Netherworld’s dead spirits, not causing them to vanish but calming their demeanor, pleasing their body and mind.

Centered around the Primordial Yang Sword, a warm, clear realm filled with civilization and order unfolded in the Netherworld.

This light wasn’t scorching, wasn’t glaring, but carried the magnificent power to penetrate illusion, soothe wounds, and guide the way, leading the Netherworld’s souls towards the place of reincarnation.

At that moment, as the dominator of the Netherworld, the Nether Dragon profoundly perceived that the Netherworld had changed.

Netherworld was truly integrated into the Three Realms, becoming death’s home and part of the operation of life and death reincarnation.

And as the Primordial Yang Sword completed the Netherworld’s enlightenment, it quietly rested in Chen Mobai’s palm.

The sword had thoroughly sublimated, measuring three feet and three inches, its entire body flowing with modest red-gold divine radiance. On the sword spine, the imprints of mountains, rivers, and homes’ lights continually circulated with the virtual shadows of life and death reincarnation, embodying civilization. At the sword edge, a point of light blossomed Saintly Virtue Pure Radiance, majestic and grand.

This sword at this point had become Seventh Rank!

A Treasure of Dao!

And at this very moment, Chen Mobai’s understanding of the Saintly Virtue Great Dao broke through the most crucial layer.

He sensed that he was now able to take the step towards Harmonization.

In a flash of silver light, Chen Mobai had already left the Netherworld.

Only the clear Sword Sound remained, eternally echoing in the hearts of the souls in this forgotten eternal dark land.