I Have A Cultivation World Chapter 2572 - 1166: Front Row Seat (2)
Previously on I Have A Cultivation World...
When discussing the void's destruction, void cultivators suffer the most dire consequences.
By the time harmonization is attained, a cultivator merges with the Great Tao and the Universe, making spiritual energy and power utterly irrelevant. Hence, they would never refine the void or shatter the universe.
Pure yang cultivators face this even more profoundly, as they already rank among the universe's rulers.
Consider the Immortal Gate analogy: a mere worker (cultivator) ascends to shareholder (universe) status.
The company's (universe's) fortunes become intertwined with the worker's (cultivator's) own.
Should the universe falter, these entities tumble with it, fading into oblivion.
Yet, shrewd cultivators seek paths to evade such doom.
This path is transcendence.
Accumulate sufficient merit and power before the company's collapse, and one survives the annihilation, perhaps retiring in leisure.
However, minor shareholding suffices not; only major shareholders qualify.
Even among major shareholders, transcendent ones remain exceedingly rare.
Thus, unless desperation strikes, even they hesitate to drive the company into utter bankruptcy and annihilation.
Consequently, any cosmic turmoil sparks colossal disasters.
To surmount these catastrophes, slaughter becomes imperative!
During such slaughters, harmonization or pure yang beings may get dragged in by their disciples or kin. Though undying and eternal, they endure suppression, witnessing their Nascent Soul kin perish and return to heaven and earth.
Yet, this grudge and karma persist beyond the disaster's resolution. Even deeming it just, selfish thoughts linger.
They might inwardly wonder, why not your disciple instead?
For immortals with endless lifespans, any harbored resentment festers until vengeance avails an opening.
Hence, shareholders clash among themselves, precipitating irredeemable cataclysms.
To avert this, delegate to experts, preserving one's innocence.
This mirrors a debt-saddled firm slashing payroll—some self-sacrifice, others outsource the deed.
Evidently, unleashing the Demon Lord, the ultimate specialist, proves optimal.
Post the latest Demon Lord calamity, though countless perished in the Great Thousand Universe, rulers enjoyed an extraordinarily prolonged peace.
Still, this merely treats symptoms.
True immunity to annihilation demands transcendence.
That is, financial independence, total dominion.
Within the original firm, shareholder equilibrium blocks this sans ousting all peers; alternatively, bootstrap a new venture using plundered assets (forge a fresh universe).
These diverge as "Primordial" versus "Creation."
In that instant, Chen Mobai grasped it fully!
His eyes snapped open toward the vacant Green Lotus Stone Platform, envisioning Purple Sky Daoist Venerable enthroned there, as he offered solemn obeisance.
"Pure Yang..."
Upon completing the rite, a voice rife with stifled astonishment sounded from behind.
Wheeling about, he saw Qian Xing had roused.
Perched on the rearmost meditation cushion, he gaped at Chen Mobai in the foremost row, eyes bulging.
"Had an epiphany, so I moved upfront."
Chen Mobai cleared his throat, offering the pretext.
"You aiming for harmonization someday?"
Qian Xing queried dubiously.
He and Bai Guang occupied the final row, the latter already void-cultivating without path doubts. Thus, for Chen Mobai—vastly superior, first-row seated—only harmonization fit.
Pure Yang Realm? Unthinkable.
"Hope I don’t shame the Purple Cloud Lineage."
Chen Mobai responded modestly.
Truthfully, he deemed third-row front his due.
Yet now first-row, loftier aspirations stirred.
At least, claiming Purple Sky Daoist Venerable's closed-door disciple felt earned.
"Pure Yang, my time nears its end; let's exit..."
Qian Xing sensed his limit, vanishing mid-sentence from the cushion.
Witnessing this, Chen Mobai rose promptly, departing Purple Cloud Palace.
Beyond the hall, on Taixu Dao Platform, Qian Xing prepared words for Qi Yuheng when Chen Mobai materialized.
"Pure Yang, linger inside longer if you wish."
Qian Xing urged courteously, but Chen Mobai declined.
The Purple Cloud Palace was now his domain; future days brimmed with access, even nightly repose if desired.
"Forty-nine days nearly up; let's check for destined inheritors of Purple Cloud Palace's fortune."
Chen Mobai declared. Teachings here discriminated not; post forty-nine days, purple spiritual radiance bathed Earth Element Star, infiltrating fated hearts, summoning them dreamborne to Purple Cloud Palace for Dao instruction.
Antiquity Daoist sages oft gained methods thus.
Immortal Gate luminaries too enlightened, cultivation surging.
"Handle it then; I withdraw."
Qian Xing, fresh with void-cultivation insight, yearned for seclusion. Chen Mobai assented, observing Qian Xing seal his eyes and retreat into Patching Heaven Seal.
"Eh, why am I lingering?"
Chen Xingxing awoke, stranded at Purple Cloud Palace threshold, irked.
"Ah Xing, merely standing here's achievement enough."
Chen Mobai soothed, as Qi Yuheng faltered.
"Pure Yang, descending now."
Words uttered, Qi Yuheng plummeted mountainward; curiosity seized Chen Xingxing, his form uncontrollably following.
Solitary atop the peak, Chen Mobai felt isolated.
He yearned for Immortal Gate prodigies to debate Dao with.
Erect on Taixu Dao Platform, he beheld sunset yield to dawn.
Time hastened to the finale.
Purple Cloud Palace steps evaporated stepwise from base upward, as palace erupted purple spiritual blaze, a violet sun drenching Earth Element Star.
Immortal Gate folk shut eyes, dream-plunging.
Their spirits dream-yanked summited Taixu Mountain's Purple Cloud Palace, beholding door-guarding Chen Mobai, awe etching faces.
Chen Mobai noted phantoms influxing palace environs—humans, beasts—destined Purple Cloud Palace souls.
Tally: twenty-seven humans, six beings.
As palace lord, eyeing disorder, he imposed order.
"Enter singly behind me, claim empty cushions, meditate on sought truths, no disturbances."
Dream-extracted shades were heart-mind projections; potent ones near-corporeal, visages discernible.
Notably, a lithe tall form bowed to Chen Mobai—newly ascended Pei Qingshuang.
Another, cheekily waving jubilant, his daughter Chen Xiaohei.
Most startling: a bountifully bosomed female.
Such amplitude seen once—lover Yan Bingxuan.
Heart-mind forms concealed not by spells.
Gaze-locking, her ardor verified it.
Then spotted Wenren Xuewei, Yuan Xu, Tao Hua, Chen Xingxing, Qi Yuheng...
Numerous unknowns besides.