Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1635 - 1632: Xu Wendong Mends the Heavens

The Dragon Soul’s form shifted, its gaze reminiscent of moonlight shimmering on a tranquil pond, a subtle smile gracing its lips as it leisurely observed Xu Wendong. With a voice resonating like a grand bell yet imbued with warmth, it posed a question: "Take a moment to consider, this vast world, these infinite heavens and earth, what truly forms them to manifest such a tapestry of illusions?"

Xu Wendong contemplated for a brief period before tentatively offering, "Could it be that the Yin and Yang Qi governs the cosmos and facilitates the transformation of all things?"

"Precisely!" Upon receiving this answer, the Dragon Soul erupted in hearty laughter, its mirth echoing like spring thunder, causing ripples to spread through the surrounding atmosphere. "As the ancient saying goes, the Dao begets One, One begets Two, Two begets Three, and Three begets all existence. This Yin and Yang Qi is the very essence and fundamental foundation upon which this world was constructed, from the primordial dawn of chaos to the initial separation of realms."

"Now, the chasm before us appears as a grievous wound, tearing apart the very order of heaven and earth, disrupting the delicate balance of Yin and Yang. For any other, attempting to mend it would undoubtedly be an act of utter folly, much like a mantis attempting to halt a speeding chariot—a will ardent but strength utterly insufficient."

Shifting its focus, the Dragon Soul's eyes radiated anticipation and profound trust as it regarded Xu Wendong. "However, you are different. You are blessed with a unique destiny, commanding both the paths of Yin and Yang, and possessing a deep understanding of their mysteries. To harmonize Yin and Yang and repair such a tear, while not a task that can be accomplished instantaneously, holds a glimmer of hope for you."

"Should you adhere to the principles of Yin and Yang and employ extraordinary techniques, you will certainly be capable of mending this wound, reinforcing the barriers of the Three Realms, and safeguarding all sentient beings."

"It's just..."

Witnessing this, Xu Wendong’s heart tightened with an unexplained urgency, and he inquired with earnestness, "Just what? I implore Lord Long to shed light upon this matter!"

The Dragon Soul emitted a deep sigh, its expression laden with helplessness and a touch of regret. "This rift is excessively long and profound, resembling an abyss without end, stretching across the entirety of the heavens and earth."

"With your current level of cultivation, striving to restore it to its pristine state is likely to involve navigating through mortal peril, depleting your strength entirely. Even if fortune were to smile upon you and you achieve success, your cultivation would most certainly plummet drastically, resulting in severe repercussions."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong was initially taken aback. However, a sense of relief soon washed over him, the corners of his mouth curling into a carefree smile. "Lord Long harbors undue concern. As long as I can repair this fissure that imperils the Three Realms and ensure the safety of all living beings, what truly matters if my cultivation level declines or if I momentarily revert to a mortal state?"

"Having accepted this weighty responsibility, I cast aside personal gains and losses long ago!"

The Dragon Soul's gaze was filled with evident admiration. "Such magnanimity and valor are indeed rare. Such a dire situation should not come to pass. Proceed and make your attempt."

Xu Wendong nodded with solemnity.

Then, drawing a deep breath, his eyes blazing with intensity, he fixated directly upon the rift, resembling a gaping maw of a demon. His hands moved with remarkable speed, forming intricate seals before his chest as he uttered incantations without pause.

With a profound shout, the Yin and Yang energy within him unleashed itself like a primordial behemoth, long dormant, breaking free and roaring forth.

In an instant.

A bloom of black and white light emerged, akin to two divine dragons piercing through a celestial barrier, enveloped in a sacred and ancient aura.

The black light possessed a darkness as profound as the deepest night, seemingly capable of absorbing all existence and containing every malevolent spirit.

The white light radiated a purity surpassing the purest snow, appearing capable of banishing all shadows and purifying the world's impurities.

These two lights intertwined, spiraling with an aura that was both destructive and restorative, surging directly towards the rift.

Initially, the rift seemed resistant to subjugation, with tendrils of dark energy surging like grasping tentacles, frantically repelling the advance of the Yin and Yang energy. The clash between the two produced a sharp sizzling sound, causing the very space to tremble as if on the verge of shattering.

Observing this, Xu Wendong clenched his jaw, beads of sweat cascading down his forehead. Yet, he did not falter in the slightest, augmenting the output of his divine power. His hands shifted through seals with increasing rapidity, the spells he chanted growing ever faster.

Under his command, the Yin and Yang energy surged with even greater vigor. The black light acted as a vortex, engulfing and shredding the encroaching dark energy.

The white light, sharp as a celestial blade, severed through the obstructions, slowly permeating and extending along the fractured edges of the rift, commencing the arduous task of mending the broken fabric of heaven and earth.

As the process of repair progressed.

Xu Wendong's complexion grew increasingly ashen, his frame trembling ever so slightly. The divine power coursing through him flowed out unceasingly, much like a dam that had burst its bounds.

Still, the luminescence in his eyes remained resolute, fixed upon the widening rift, not daring to miss even the minutest fluctuation.

With every step forward he took, he sensed his cultivation draining away like fine grains of sand slipping through an hourglass. His meridians screamed in agony, as if subjected to the relentless pounding of a colossal hammer. Yet, the seals he formed with his hands held firm, unwavering.

Time slipped by, uncounted.

Under the continuous assault and subsequent restoration by the Yin and Yang energies, the rift finally began to seal, its edges drawing closer. The very last vestiges of dark energy were purged and dispersed, and tranquility returned to the world. The ferocious wound that had torn through reality seemed to vanish as if it had never been.

Xu Wendong expelled a mouthful of fresh blood, his body swaying precariously. The divine power within him rapidly ebbed, retreating like a receding tide.

The once robust and mighty aura he projected dwindled, becoming frail and tenuous.

His cultivation realm plummeted dramatically, only managing to stabilize as it returned to the Foundation Establishment Stage.

At the precise moment his cultivation level experienced such a significant decline, Xu Wendong's body lost its aerial buoyancy, descending rapidly.

The Dragon Soul reacted with incredible speed, soaring beneath him to break his fall.

Xu Wendong slumped weakly onto the dragon's head, drawing ragged breaths. His hair was disheveled, his garments in tatters, presenting a picture of utter destitution. Nevertheless, a smile of deep satisfaction graced his lips as he gazed at the now clear sky. "Fortunately," he murmured, "I did not fail my mission..."

The Dragon Soul's eyes held a complex mixture of emotions. "I still underestimated the severity of this rift. I never anticipated your cultivation would regress all the way back to the Foundation Establishment Stage."

"It matters not!" Xu Wendong's lips curved into a faint smile. "If the Three Realms remain at peace, what is there to lament about becoming a mortal once more?"

He paused, then couldn't help but inquire, "Lord Long, where might the Buddhist Sect be located?"

He had undertaken two critical missions within the Immortal Realm.

Firstly, to ascertain the whereabouts of Xu Fan and his companions.

Secondly, to infiltrate the Buddhist Sect and liberate his mother, who had been transformed into a wick.

However, with his cultivation now drastically diminished, the prospect of rescuing his mother seemed utterly impossible.

Of course, even if his cultivation had not suffered such a severe blow, his current standing as a mere lower god would have been insufficient to reach the Western Buddhist Sect and effect his mother's rescue.

The Dragon Soul directed its gaze towards the distant Western World, its voice a low murmur. "The Buddhist Sect resides within the Western Outer Heaven, a considerable distance from our current location."

"Should you harbor any thoughts of vengeance, you must at least cultivate your way to the pinnacle of the Heavenly God Realm, or perhaps even ascend to the Half-Saint level. Without such strength, saving your mother will remain an insurmountable task."

The Dragon Soul was acutely aware of the formidable power wielded by the Western Buddhist Sect.

It was not a force that ordinary individuals could hope to contend with.

Xu Wendong’s gaze fixed upon the West, a palpable killing intent burning in his eyes. "Then I shall journey to the Western World and seek justice for my mother the moment my cultivation is restored."

With those words, he took a deep, steadying breath and, accompanied by the Dragon Soul, re-entered the Minor World of Penglai Immortal Island.

Due to the drastic reduction in his cultivation level, the confines of the Penglai Immortal Island Minor World had shrunk considerably. Millions of inhabitants were now crammed into an area barely exceeding two hundred square kilometers, resulting in extreme overcrowding.

With no other recourse, Xu Wendong had no choice but to release the cultivators and the populace of the Immortal Realm from their confinement.

As for himself, with the invaluable assistance of the Dragon Soul,

He tore through the fabric of the void and made his return to Earth.

This was because the Dragon Soul had revealed that all those Celestial Gods who had undergone reincarnation had now reverted to mortal status—his mission was to return to Earth and locate these reincarnated Celestial Gods!

It was a duty of immense weight and far-reaching consequence!