Chapter 25: The Chromatic Properties of Five Yuan

By the bluestone path, a fork appeared, leading upward toward the Reincarnation Mountain. It wasn’t just Wu Lian and Wu Quan who noticed this fork; other Divine Kings on the bluestone path also saw it and stopped in thought, deliberating carefully.

Up!

Almost all the Divine Kings made the same decision—they chose the fork and headed upward along it toward the top of the Reincarnation Mountain. This was because they all remembered the words spoken by that ancient, world-shaking voice when they arrived at the foot of the mountain: since the Reincarnation Mountain had four layers, they must keep ascending to reach the highest layer during this battle of divine reincarnation.

The fork was, in essence, a guiding path.

Soon, all the Divine Kings who had reached the Reincarnation Mountain would head upward as soon as they spotted a fork. Qu Yi was no exception. He soon arrived at a fork in the path and headed straight up the mountain.

“Interesting. As I walk along this path, the spatial pressure seems to weaken noticeably. It seems that the spatial rules of this Reincarnation Mountain become less stringent the higher one goes, reducing the pressure on each Divine King,” Qu Yi observed as he walked, expanding his spiritual senses and making new discoveries.

On the bluestone path at the foot of the mountain, it was difficult even for the Divine Kings to fly off the ground, as various mysterious spatial rules exerted pressure the moment they left the ground. But as they ascended the mountain, the influence of these rules gradually weakened, thus exerting less pressure on them.

After an unknown amount of time, Qu Yi reached a certain height on the mountain, where another bluestone path circled the mountain, faintly visible through the white clouds and mist.

“Interesting. Another bluestone path. Which direction should I choose?” Qu Yi stopped on the path and smiled as he looked in both directions.

Qu Yi could now guess that the layout of paths on this Reincarnation Mountain consisted of circular bluestone paths at each height, with forks appearing at regular intervals along each path, leading directly to higher paths. Undoubtedly, the innate spiritual treasures placed at each layer were located along these bluestone paths—depending on who was lucky enough to find them first.

“Never mind. What’s meant for me will be mine. Worrying about what’s not meant for me is pointless. I’ll just take my chances and choose the right path,” Qu Yi thought for a moment, spoke softly, and set off immediately.

Qu Yi strode forward along the bluestone path on the right. On this Mountain of Reincarnation, time flowed very differently from the divine realm. Even the cultivation level of a Divine King could not sense changes in time—it seemed as if time sped up at times and slowed down at others, making it impossible to understand. Sometimes, the distance of one step might equal the width of a divine realm, while at other times, it truly represented just one step. As Qu Yi walked, sensing the changes around him, his expression grew puzzled. He was utterly helpless in the face of the unpredictable time flow on this mountain and greatly admired those who controlled it. “Someone who can manipulate time rules to such an extent must be the master of this Five Elements Universe,” he thought. As the master of the Tiny Realm Ball, Qu Yi couldn’t even make its time change according to his will. Yet on this Mountain of Reincarnation, he intuitively sensed that although time was erratic, it still followed a pattern, as if someone was controlling it. Naturally, only the master of the Five Elements Universe could wield time rules so powerfully. Qu Yi couldn’t fully resolve this suspicion, so he stopped overthinking it and continued walking. Just then, he saw two people engaged in a fierce battle—Wu Yuan and Sang Xue! It turned out Wu Yuan had encountered Sang Xue, the Divine King of the Fengxun Divine Realm. The moment they met, they clashed violently. Qu Yi immediately sat down by the roadside, deciding not to get involved. He knew well that Wu Yuan was a battle fanatic, while Sang Xue’s strength was rather ordinary. If he went to help Wu Yuan attack Sang Xue, Wu Yuan might think Qu Yi disdained his abilities. Doing good only to cause trouble—Qu Yi wouldn’t do that. So he simply sat back and watched their fight. “Sang Xue, I’ve taken a liking to you. Be my fifth wife,” Wu Yuan called out. This remark made Qu Yi, who had just sat down, stand up in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief. He then shook his head, somewhat impressed by Wu Yuan. Already having four wives among the Divine Kings, he still didn’t give up on Sang Xue. Among the Eight Realms’ Divine Kings, there were five female Divine Kings: Tian Yu, Chai Ying, Jing Miao, Sang Xue, and Gongye Yu. Chai Ying and Jing Miao were the wives of Bo Rong and Bo Lan, respectively, while Tian Yu, Sang Xue, and Gongye Yu were unmarried. Hearing Wu Yuan’s words, Sang Xue became even angrier, her face turning red as she wielded a snow-white silk ribbon, dancing gracefully.

This snow-white silk fabric is actually a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure called Wind-Snow Silk. Whenever Sang Xue waved Wind-Snow Silk, countless spatial collapses occurred, each time sucking in and crushing Wu Yuan’s body, but these collapses were always disrupted by the spatial rifts created by Wu Yuan’s staff strikes. The two weren’t fighting; rather, it seemed more like they were flirting. At this moment, Wu Yuan’s Nine-Heavens Staff became gentle, unlike its usual deadly presence—it resembled a lecherous man teasing with his clothes. With each strike, the spatial rifts were just right enough to destroy the spatial collapses caused by Wind-Snow Silk without letting them spread further, thus avoiding harm to Sang Xue. How could Sang Xue not understand Wu Yuan’s intentions in such deliberate restraint? Filled with anger, she waved Wind-Snow Silk even faster. Combined with her delicate and graceful figure, it created a scene of a fairy dancing—extremely beautiful. Wu Yuan was delighted. “Sang Xue, you dance beautifully,” he remarked as he swung his staff to defend himself. Undoubtedly, this further stimulated Sang Xue, making her blush even more intensely, and her full breasts became even more alluring, stirring Wu Yuan’s desire as well. “You ascended deities and kings—all of you are absurd and rude! Thinking you can bully me just because of your strength? Hmph! Once this cycle of battles ends and Qu Yi dies, I’ll tie you up, Wu Yuan, and beat you mercilessly every day!” Sang Xue shouted angrily as she attacked. Wu Yuan laughed loudly and replied, “Sang Xue, it’s impossible for you Eight-Realm Deity Kings to kill Qu Yi. Besides, the Qu Yi you mentioned is right here, watching us fight.” Startled, Sang Xue turned to look and immediately spotted Qu Yi, her entire body trembling in shock. This was exactly what Wu Yuan had been waiting for. He rushed to her side, violently swirling his Nine-Heavens Staff to wrap Wind-Snow Silk around it. Then, abandoning his staff, he stepped behind Sang Xue and embraced her with both arms. A strong male aura filled her nostrils and mouth. “You!” Sang Xue grew panicked. As she tried to struggle, she realized her body was locked by a thick layer of spatial force, while Wu Yuan’s hands began to explore her body recklessly. “Don’t…” Utterly ashamed, she could no longer focus on her anger. Snowflakes seemed to float in her eyes as she pleaded pitifully.

Wuyuan, ignoring Qu Yi who was nearby, continued to roughly touch Sang Xue’s body, looking utterly intoxicated and enjoying himself.
“Wuyuan, I hate you! If you don’t stop, I’ll self-destruct!” Sang Xue screamed in desperation, nearly driven mad by anger. She had thought this might scare Wuyuan off, but instead, he touched her even more forcefully.
“Go ahead and self-destruct—I’ll die with you. But before that, you have to promise to be my wife. Otherwise, dying like this would be utterly meaningless,” Wuyuan said, laughing as he continued his actions.
Sang Xue cried, her eyes closed, her body motionless—she had given up. Seeing this, Wuyuan felt it was better not to push any further. He stood aside, scratching his head, unsure of how to convince her to become his wife next.
At that moment, Wuyuan turned to Qu Yi. “Qu Yi, come here! Help me think of a way. I want to marry this Sang Xue!” he shouted loudly, showing no concern for Qu Yi’s reaction.
Qu Yi pursed his lips, stood up helplessly, and went over to Wuyuan. “You, Wuyuan, truly came from a beast and haven’t changed your lustful nature. All I can do is seal off Sang Xue’s internal world. As for how you convince her—and later, Qing Yiyi, Yu Zhuting, Meng Yan, and Fei Changxia—that’s up to you,” Qu Yi said helplessly.
Originally, Sang Xue was a Divine King from one of the eight royal families and was supposed to be eliminated. But since Wuyuan wanted her that way, Qu Yi couldn’t bring himself to kill her. Not only that—he had to help Wuyuan seal her powers, giving him time to slowly persuade her.
In a short while, Qu Yi injected a wave of chaotic energy into Sang Xue’s internal world, sealing away its inhabitants. Without those beings to support her, Sang Xue could no longer use her powers and posed no threat.
“Qu Yi, you’re a good person. I owe you my thanks again,” Wuyuan laughed triumphantly.
Sang Xue opened her eyes then, looking exhausted. She glanced at Wuyuan and then at Qu Yi, then burst into tears again—her sorrow evident in her cries.
“Wuyuan, go ahead and convince her here. I have no patience to stay. I’m leaving now,” Quyi, unable to bear the sight, continued running and left quickly.

It seemed like he had only run a few steps, but Qu Yi felt as though he had covered a long distance. Suddenly, he found a huge stone cave by the bluestone path. Above the entrance to the cave were three characters: Cang Yu Bi.