Chapter 1061: Unjust Heaven’s Way
Just as Qing Cang summoned the illusion of the Heaven’s Way Wheel to deliver the final blow and break the restrictions on the Heart of the World, suddenly, the Heart of the World let out a cold laugh, filled with endless mockery, as if looking down on an ignorant and foolish insect.
Qing Cang was stunned and stopped. He said coldly, “Heh heh, at this point, you still act proud. Do you really think you’re still that World Tree from back then, standing high above, controlling the Heaven’s Way and ruling over three thousand great worlds? You’re nothing but a fragmented soul of the World Tree!”
“I’m laughing at your teacher, who thinks he has everything under control. But that’s just his foolish delusion!” the Heart of the World sneered. “Back then, he schemed against me and Pangu, thinking he was the best in the world, the best in the universe, even the master of the Heaven’s Way Wheel? How ridiculous! Did he really think he could control the Heaven’s Way?!”
“How ridiculous!”
The voice of the Heart of the World echoed through the giant underground cavern.
Qing Cang sneered, “Originally, my teacher indeed couldn’t control the Heaven’s Way. But you’ll be different. Once my Heaven’s Way Wheel fuses with you—no, heh heh, to be precise, swallows you up—then it will ascend to a divine artifact of the Heaven’s Way, reaching the same level you once had. All three thousand universes will bow at my feet!”
“By then, I will be second only to a sage, above all sages!” Qing Cang laughed maniacally.
“With me here? Do you really think you can take me away this time?” Suddenly, the Heart of the World spoke coldly.
Qing Cang’s laughter stopped. He frowned and snorted, “Do you really think you can withstand my attack? It’s all within my teacher’s plan!”
Naturally, the Heart of the World couldn’t resist Qing Cang’s attack as a sage. Otherwise, the Central Sage Lord wouldn’t have sent his top disciple, Qing Cang, here.
“What about me?” But just as Qing Cang finished speaking, another voice suddenly rang out.
This voice was so unexpected that it shocked Qing Cang. He turned around and blurted out, “Huang Long, it’s you!”
Indeed, it was Huang Long, who had rushed over!
Huang Long was also surprised to see Qing Cang. Seeing Qing Cang’s astonished expression and then looking at the vast mountain range stretching for countless miles, he said, “I see!”
Along the way, Huang Long had felt extremely uneasy but couldn’t figure out the real reason, only able to guess. Now, everything was clear.
The Heart of the World!
It was the Heart of the World!
He never expected that this time, it wasn’t the trunk of the World Tree that summoned Huang Long in the Ghost World, but the Heart of the World itself!
The Heart of the World is the soul of the World Tree—a being just as important as its trunk. Though not the trunk itself, the Yellow Dragon was even more delighted upon seeing it. To some extent, the Heart of the World was even more crucial to the Yellow Dragon than the trunk, for it held all the memories of the World Tree from its inception! Including its techniques! If it could obtain the Heart of the World, the Yellow Dragon would be equivalent to gaining the memories of a powerful being at the Hunyuan Void Realm! “Yellow Dragon, you’ve finally arrived!” said the Heart of the World when the Yellow Dragon showed up, seemingly having known all along that he would come in time. “So, this is the variable you mentioned?” Suddenly, Qing Cang of the Heavenly Dao Sect burst into laughter, pointing at the Yellow Dragon. “You meant him when you said I couldn’t take you away, right? Though I don’t know why you summoned him here… But do you really think some insignificant insect can stop me?” Qing Cang laughed triumphantly, as if he had encountered a hilarious joke. The Yellow Dragon stared coldly at him. “Yellow Dragon, you still don’t know, do you? I have already achieved sainthood—I am now a Hunyuan Immortal Sage!” After stopping laughing, Qing Cang looked down at the Yellow Dragon from above, emitting the pressure of a sage. “Haha, kid, are you scared now?” “Tremble, be terrified, be desperate!” “Now, I’ll let you feel the pressure of a sage. Kneel down obediently, and I’ll make your death more painful!” With Qing Cang’s loud laughter, his oppressive aura surged toward the Yellow Dragon like a tide. He could already imagine the scene of the Yellow Dragon kneeling and begging for mercy in an instant. The thought of the Yellow Dragon’s terrified and desperate expression filled Qing Cang with growing pleasure. But suddenly, he sensed something odd and glanced over. At that sight, his smile froze—because despite the terrifying pressure of a sage that should have made the Yellow Dragon cower in fear and kneel, the Yellow Dragon stood there calmly, no—actually, mocking him! “You… you’re fine?!” Qing Cang’s expression changed. The Yellow Dragon replied indifferently, “It seems this time, it really is you who has achieved sainthood.” After a pause, he added, “Early peak of the Hunyuan Supreme Realm? Is that your current strength? Nothing special!” Those four words echoed through the huge cave. Then, an even more terrifying and formidable aura erupted from the Yellow Dragon.
The two auras collided violently. Inside the huge cave, the air currents surged and exploded. Then, Qing Cang realized that his own aura had been suppressed by Huang Long—completely suppressed!
“You, you?!” Seeing this result, Qing Cang’s expression changed drastically. He couldn’t believe it, staring at Huang Long in disbelief.
His earlier pride and arrogance had vanished completely.
If he still failed to recognize that Huang Long had also achieved sainthood and was even stronger than him, then he would be worse than a pig.
But he couldn’t believe it—he simply couldn’t accept the truth before his eyes!
After all, he had spent countless eras, ten entire eras! And it was with the help of the Central Sacred Lord that he had achieved sainthood. But what about Huang Long? Before entering the Ancient Dragon Ruins, he was only at the beginning of the twelfth era!
Even earlier, when being pursued in the Golden Horn World, he was only at the eleventh era!
Yet now, he had achieved sainthood!
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Qing Cang’s mind, and he blurted out, “So it was you! It was you! A few days ago, before me, it was you who achieved sainthood!”
He knew that someone else had achieved sainthood before him, but he had never thought it would be Huang Long!
“How could it be you? How could it be you?” Qing Cang roared, his face twisted in fury, bordering on madness.
“The Heavenly Dao is unjust! Why? I’ve practiced hard for ten eras—billions of years! How did I get here? I’ve only reached this point now, but you… why, why did you still get ahead of me?” Qing Cang screamed desperately, venting his anger and hatred.
Huang Long sneered, “The Heavenly Dao is unjust? Weren’t you the one who said your teacher was the Heavenly Dao? How now do you blame the Heavenly Dao for its injustice?”