I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2491 - 1113: No Way Back to the Past (Part 2)

Previously, Chen Mobai had considered it rather favorable for Zhongli Tianyu to view him as an aspiration. In the end, he believed that depending on the Tianhe Realm's resources, reaching Divinity Transformation was the utmost he could hope for; Cultivating Void lingered only as a distant notion, something he never expected to realize.

Yet, following his entry into the Purple Cloud Palace and acceptance under a master's guidance, Chen Mobai's outlook and insights both underwent a remarkable elevation.

The master he apprenticed to, the Purple Sky Daoist Venerable, stands as an entity who has transcended to the far shore, embodying the timeless essence of the Dao.

His fellow disciples, both senior and junior, represent the pinnacle of supreme powers across the Great Thousand Universe.

The peers studying alongside him have all attained at least Cultivating Void, while exceptional figures like Forget-Machine, seated right before him, have even reached the realm of True Immortals of Unity.

Chen Mobai now sensed that securing his path to Cultivating Void was assured, and he could even aim for Harmonization.

Should Zhongli Tianyu persist in setting Chen Mobai as his benchmark, it's likely his painstakingly built Dao Heart would fracture further as time wore on.

For in the journey of cultivation, the deeper one delves, the wider the divide grows; even the slightest difference in realms can form an impassable barrier.

Zhongli Tianyu: "I have something to do, I’ll hang up first!"

Chen Mobai had barely concluded his words when the line went dead with a tone.

Hung up on unexpectedly by this young fellow, how impudent.

Chen Mobai felt a surge of irritation; he had offered sincere counsel, yet Zhongli Tianyu's pride proved so delicate that he couldn't bear the honest words.

It appeared that after condensing his Nascent Soul, the boy felt invincible once more.

Just as Chen Mobai prepared to instantly transport there and deliver a personal reprimand, a sudden recollection hit him—he was now bound as another's disciple—and he slumped back into his seat with disappointment.

Soon enough, Deng Daoyun managed to form his Nascent Soul successfully. Though the phenomenon paled against Chen Mobai's own Divinity Transformation, it remained a spectacular display.

Learning of this, Cheng Xuan rushed over without delay.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent—little Deng's Nascent Soul Formation eases my worries greatly!"

Cheng Xuan brimmed with satisfaction. As head of the Refining Implement Department, Deng Daoyun had received near-personal instruction from him, practicing "The Union of Differences," which marked him clearly as a core direct disciple of the Dance Tool Dao Academy.

With Deng Daoyun's Nascent Soul Formation, their branch now boasted a proper heir.

"Once Teacher Deng refines his abilities over a few years, I might finally step back."

Chen Mobai shared Cheng Xuan's sentiments exactly. His earlier choice to lead the Dance Tool Dao Academy stemmed largely from a shortage of suitable leaders.

The lineages on his Immortal Gate side, along with those in the Three Great Halls, had long been broken. When the Daoist Academy's lines followed suit, only his own would endure, bolstering his pursuit of Cultivating Void immensely.

"What are your plans post-retirement, Junior Brother? Will you retreat to Wangxian Peak or depart from the Earth Element Star?"

Cheng Xuan inquired with interest. Chen Mobai's realm already crowned him among the Immortal Gate's elite. Yet, beyond cultivation, his daily habits revealed no other pursuits.

"I haven't pondered it deeply; perhaps I'll depart. Still, my focus right now lies entirely on the upcoming war campaign—only after that can I consider other matters."

As his realm advanced, the Immortal Gate held little to captivate Chen Mobai anymore.

In the future, he would pour his efforts into the Tianhe Realm.

With the Purple Cloud Palace's arrival, he intended to slowly withdraw from the Immortal Gate scene. Departure was one path, or like Bai Guang, he might seal himself in isolated retreat for centuries, shunning all contact.

"True, the Immortal Gate still faces a massive calamity ahead."

Hearing this, Cheng Xuan nodded solemnly in accord.

Not much later, Deng Daoyun concluded his seclusion. Normally, every fresh Nascent Soul in the Immortal Gate must honor the Divinity Transformation seniors, and conveniently, Chen Mobai and Cheng Xuan awaited him in the office.

Then followed the festivities.

Deng Daoyun viewed his Nascent Soul Formation as a modest milestone, but to Chen Mobai and Cheng Xuan, it sparked joy across the entire Weapon Dancing Sect.

Quickly, the key leaders of the Dance Tool Dao Academy within the Immortal Gate gathered at Crimson Mountain.

"So jealous!"

Witnessing Deng Daoyun enveloped in such acclaim, Ming Yuhua vowed inwardly that he too would one day achieve Nascent Soul Formation.

"Rest assured, moving forward, our branch will chiefly nurture you and Senior Sister Bian."

Seated at their table were former Metaphysical Class members, seated by Zhuang Jialan's arrangement at Chen Mobai's behest. He occupied the main spot, flanked by Ming Yuhua and Yunyang Bing. His close friend's assurance drew a grin of commitment.

"Old Chen, I must have earned blessings from eight lifetimes to count you as a brother."

Ming Yuhua beamed at these words. Though his Military Department posting had hinted at their intent to groom him, hearing it straight from Chen Mobai, the Divinity Transformation, sealed it as certainty.

Overhearing the exchange, Wang Xingyu and the others at the table felt pangs of envy. Still, Ming Yuhua's Golden Core Eighth Layer truly ranked next to Chen Mobai's, trailed by Yunyang Bing's Golden Core Sixth Layer.

Folks whispered that Chen Mobai had funneled extra cultivation aids to these two allies, though they kept such thoughts private.

Gong Ranran nudged her husband Wang Xingyu beneath the table, her gaze flicking to his wine cup.

During academy days, they shared strong ties with Chen Mobai, but post-graduation and family life, with Wang Xingyu's reserved demeanor and infrequent outreach, their bond had waned.

Recently, their senior Wang Xin Fu's failed Nascent Soul attempt had darkened their household. This rare moment to engage Chen Mobai shouldn't slip by, Gong Ranran believed.

"True Monarch, I've yet to offer congratulations on your Divinity Transformation..."

Grasping his wife's signal, Wang Xingyu promptly lifted his glass, rose, and proposed a toast to Chen Mobai.

"Oh, considering our bond, True Monarch feels too formal!"

Chen Mobai responded at once to the address. Hosting this gathering aimed to recapture the innocent, vibrant school days when all were united.

In Ming Yuhua, he glimpsed that warmth, but Wang Xingyu's words yanked him into the stark present.

He was no longer just a regular Dance Tool Dao Academy pupil; he stood as the Immortal Gate's foremost Divinity Transformation True Monarch.

"Sorry, Old Chen... I'll down mine first!"

Wang Xingyu fumbled the familiar name, then emptied his cup swiftly.

"My husband struggles with words; you've always known that."

Gong Ranran rose swiftly to ease the moment, lifting her glass too.

"Let's all toast together; it's been ages since we gathered, and I cherish those times."

Facing the deferential looks, Chen Mobai realized return was impossible. With a quiet sigh inside, he stood to join the clinking glasses.

"Old Chen, I sensed your exceptional nature from the beginning, with deification potential, so I coined the Metaphysical Class."

Securing Chen Mobai's pledge, Ming Yuhua added another toast. His remark prompted nods around the table, with some lauding his vision.

"Really?"

Chen Mobai felt uncertain, recalling only that after parting from Che Yucheng, drawn by their shared Pure Yang Scroll practice, he joined Ming Yuhua and Yunyang Bing in drinks and ended up hazily enrolled.

"Absolutely, just check with them if you doubt it."

At Ming Yuhua's urging, the others confirmed with nods.

"Looking back, our Daoist Academy days were the freest and happiest—focused solely on learning and cultivation, free from burdens, with Seniors Qian Xing and Bai Guang shielding us from troubles. But today, it all falls on my own shoulders..."

Chen Mobai's musing silenced the group, none bold enough to reply.

Most hovered at Core Formation, others trapped at Foundation Establishment.

"Old Chen, immense power brings immense duties; you embody the aspirations of three hundred million Immortal Gate souls. If burdens weigh on you, share them with us anytime."

Yunyang Bing interjected. Among the present Metaphysical Class mates, he connected most with Chen Mobai. As deputy director of the Sky Curtain Ground Network Management Bureau, he faintly grasped Chen Mobai's feelings.

"Haha, just idle talk—come on, let's keep toasting..."

As he grinned and lifted his glass, Chen Mobai inwardly accepted that the bygone era lay forever behind.