There are no ancestors at all; I made them all up.

Chapter 35 God’s will
Ling Wufeng saw it clearly!
The mental impact that the jade plate just released was incredibly fierce!

Even if one were suddenly attacked, one's soul would be shaken and one's aura would be disordered for a moment. But this sect leader of Mingxia Mountain was only at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, yet his aura returned to calm and steadfastness in an instant? And there was not even the slightest sign of damage to his Dao heart?

This is simply...unbelievable!
"Sect Leader Chen...it's good that you're alright." He suppressed his turbulent emotions, but his voice was three degrees lower than usual.

Chen Qing seemed oblivious, his eyes closed and his mind focused, the lingering effects of the Samadhi True Fire still burning quietly in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Those refined information fragments, like stars rising and falling, were quickly sorted and categorized.

"Xuanji Chess Academy truly lives up to its reputation as a long-standing and prestigious institution. The information contained in this document is indeed all-encompassing yet fragmented."

The contents of the jade plate, while differing from those of "Tales of the Immortal Dynasty," do indeed focus on the early years of the Immortal Dynasty. However, their emphasis is on local customs and anecdotes of the feudal lords, and they also prominently record two monumental events of the Primordial Immortal Emperor—

Firstly, the sword determines the fate of the world, and all races bow down!

Secondly, he ascended to heaven amidst the rosy clouds, his fame lasting for eternity!

This second matter is closely related to Chen Qing.
So he focused his mind, enveloped his spiritual thoughts with the energy of harmony, and probed into the rubbing of the jade plate.

This time, with precautions in place, the surging, chaotic thoughts, though still fierce, could not cross the line and were all burned away outside the sea of ​​consciousness by the Samadhi True Fire Talisman.

He discarded trivial records of local customs and anecdotes of feudal lords, and his spiritual thoughts went straight to the key moments before and after the Immortal Emperor's ascension.

Fragmented information flooded in like a torrent, but most of it was useless. It was nothing more than how several ancient families were making moves after the news of the ascension spread, how several regional officials were secretly colluding, and how a certain prince had gained the favor of a certain reclusive old monster... It was all about re-aligning and redistributing interests.

but……

"Undercurrents surged in the Jade Capital. A demon from beyond the realm colluded with a traitor within the court, plotting to commit a great rebellion while the Emperor was in seclusion. Fortunately, the Empress Dowager, acting as regent, suppressed the demonic aura with a newly forged treasure, and in an instant, the demonic influence vanished, and the traitor was executed..."

This record made his heart tighten. Didn't this mean that the Empress was not weakened by the Immortal Emperor's seclusion, but instead used the opportunity to forge a new national treasure and establish her authority? This would undoubtedly consolidate her power!

A shadow fell over my heart.

Just as he was worrying, his mind swept over a very brief passage of text—

[...The Emperor ascended the Rainbow Bridge, rising into the heavens amidst rosy clouds. The Heavenly Empress, having accomplished her task, retired to the Great Void. The Mysterious Hermit, receiving the Mandate of Heaven, succeeded the Celestial Dynasty's lineage, becoming its second ruler.]

Master Xuanming!

Chen Qing's spiritual thoughts suddenly stopped.

"Master Xuanming? The second ruler of the Immortal Dynasty?"

He had never heard of this name before. In the known power structure of Yujing, there was no one who could match this title, whether it was the eldest prince, the second prince, or the ambitious sixth prince!

"An alias? There are many Immortal Emperor bloodlines; it's hard to tell them apart immediately. Perhaps I should investigate their names and invest in advance. However, that's all after the Immortal Emperor ascends..."

Chen Qing suppressed his surging speculations.

"The most important thing right now is that the Immortal Emperor is still in 'seclusion,' and the Empress is overseeing the country, using her power to suppress others. This is the life-or-death situation that is imminent! But we still need to think of a way to break this deadlock..."

He took a deep breath and decisively withdrew his spiritual sense from the jade plate.

The starlight was like water. Chen Qing opened his eyes, and a sharp glint flashed in them.

“Sect Leader Chen,” Ling Wufeng said as he stood quietly to the side, seeing that Chen had come to his senses, “this thing is dangerous, and its information is complex and disordered. Forcibly investigating it may damage our foundation. Perhaps…”

"Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist Ling." Chen Qing interrupted him, "This item is indeed of great use to me. Although I have not been able to fully understand its wonders, it has resolved some of my doubts."

He paused, then his tone became serious: "Please convey my gratitude to Senior Mo for his generous gift. I will repay this kindness in the future. It is getting late, and there are still worldly affairs to attend to at the sect. I shall take my leave now."

Having said that, without waiting for Ling Wufeng to speak again, Chen Qing subtly concealed his aura, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and drifted away like a wisp of smoke, disappearing at the end of the mountain path in a few leaps.

Ling Wufeng stared in the direction where he had disappeared, his brow furrowing slightly, his eyes filled with even deeper doubt.

"Faced with the information overload from the rubbing of the Myriad Manifestations Star Chart... this person was able to recover so quickly, and..."

"His aura is even more concentrated than before."

An aged voice came from behind.

Mo Huaiyong, with his silver beard flowing, stood with his hands behind his back on the blue stone.

"Uncle-Master." Ling Wufeng clasped his hands in a salute, his brow furrowing slightly. "Why did you stop me just now? Chen Qingruo was injured by the Star Chart's intent..."

Mo Huaiyong stroked his beard and laughed: "Wufeng, do you know that my foolish senior brother has recently found a Mysterious Light Dao Body?"

Ling Wufeng's pupils contracted slightly.

Mo Huaiyong sighed and said, "The Wangqi Hall has decided to devote half of its resources to him. If that's the case, our lineage's position in the sect will be shaken."

Before he could finish speaking, Ling Wufeng understood his meaning: "Uncle-Master wants to borrow Sect Leader Chen..."

"Indeed!" Mo Huaiyong flicked his sleeves. "Senior Brother Hun possesses the Profound Light Dao Body, so are we necessarily inferior to him? Just now, Chen Qing faced the impact of the Star Plate, not only unharmed but his aura became even more solid. Such a foundation is no ordinary thing."

He gazed toward Mingxia Mountain, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

“This child has a unique destiny. The destruction of Haiyuan Temple is imminent, which is the will of Heaven to sever his karma. This is proof of his profound fortune! I suspect that he also possesses some kind of Dao body, which is why he stopped you earlier. He used this opportunity to test you first, so that when the person who will examine him arrives, he won’t be completely unsure.”

"What is that All-Encompassing Star Chart that can record so many historical details? Perhaps I should ask it next time we meet. If it records a great deal of history, it could be of great use to me."

With these thoughts in mind, Chen Qing returned to Mingxia Mountain.

The moonlight is just beginning to rise.

Fang Da'ao was still meditating in the courtyard, sweat beading on his forehead. Upon seeing Chen Qing return, he forced himself to rise and bow, saying, "Uncle-Master..."

"Sit down," Chen Qing immediately saw the problem: "Is your visualization not going smoothly?"

"This disciple is dull-witted," Fang Da'ao said with shame. "In that painting of mountains and seas, the surging waves are always difficult to grasp. No matter how I try to visualize them, I can only feel the majestic mountains, but I can't find the mystery of the sea." Chen Qing reached out and placed his hand on his shoulder, and a wisp of harmonious energy entered him, and he immediately understood.

“Logically speaking, there’s no need to rush for today’s first test. Your upright character is indeed difficult to reconcile with the vastness of the sea,” he withdrew his hand, pondered for a moment, “Very well…”

Upon hearing this, Fang Da'ao assumed it was his uncle's regret and was about to speak again when he saw Chen Qing flick his sleeves, and a blank scroll flew from afar, hovering in front of him.

"Okay."

He held his fingers together as a brush, and the five elements of spiritual light flowed and manifested colors. With a flick of his finger, ink flowed from his fingertip and spread across the plain white paper.

With the first stroke, the mountain's form begins to emerge, its peaks like swords pointing straight to the sky.

The second stroke outlines the rock texture, revealing what appears to be a waterfall or spring flowing between the cliffs, with the faint sound of water tinkling in the background.

With the third stroke, clouds naturally appear, with wisps of clouds swirling around the mountain peak like celestial ribbons.

As the final stroke ended, the entire mountain peak suddenly emitted a faint, clear light.

The spiritual energy within the mountain gate flowed and transformed into wisps of mist, swirling around the scroll.

The mountains in the painting appear even more aloof and otherworldly, as if they are about to burst out of the paper!

Fang Da'ao and Qu Xiaoyao stared wide-eyed, their mouths involuntarily opening.

"Uncle-Master, this..." Fang Da'ao's face was full of shock, "Could this be the work of a god?"

Qu Xiaoyao's eyes sparkled, and her little hands gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

"Wow--"

A soft sound came from the corner of the courtyard.

A golden monkey fell from the old locust tree, seemingly oblivious to the pain. It scrambled to its feet, its bright black eyes wide open. Then, it stood upright and bowed repeatedly to the painting, as if it were a divine being.

“This is the Taiyue Map.” Chen Qing stood with his hands behind his back. “It does not take the style of the sea, but focuses on the mountain shape, emphasizing a towering and upright posture, unyielding and unbending.”

Fang Da'ao's breathing quickened. The solitary mountain peak in the painting perfectly matched his temperament! He immediately sat cross-legged and meditated. His aura was like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath, tearing through the air with a sharp "hissing" sound.

Chen Qing nodded slightly.

This picture is indeed the Taiyue Map from the "Taiyue Tongtian Jue". He recalled and copied it using the art of painting. Although it lost the beauty of the harmony of yin and yang, it is more in line with his upright nature.

Sudden--

"Crack!"

Fang Da'ao leaped up and threw a punch, his muscles and bones roaring like a tiger's roar and a dragon's cry! A warm current surged in his dantian, and the bottleneck broke through in response!

As he finished, his fists trembled slightly, and his eyes gleamed: "It's done!"

He felt his strength surge by more than 30%, and his dantian was burning hot, with a wisp of pure internal energy already formed! Fang Da'ao couldn't hide his excitement: "Uncle-Master, this new diagram is truly miraculous! Did you create it on the spot?"

Chen Qing shook his head and said, "This method was passed down from that revivalist patriarch. Our sect's tradition is based on the person who created the method."

Upon hearing this, Fang Da'ao unconsciously puffed out his chest, his eyes filled with pride: "So that's how it is! Our sect's heritage is truly amazing! It encompasses everything!"

Chen Qing then said, "Consider this carefully. You have already achieved the first realm. You must not slack off in the future. You must know that a mountain is not valued for its height, but for its power."

"Yes!"

After Fang Da'ao left, Chen Qing stood alone in the courtyard.

The night breeze was slightly cool. Qu Xiaoyao squatted under the porch, her little hand supporting her chin, gazing longingly at Fang Da'ao's departing figure.

Chen Qing noticed her expression and said, "Don't rush. Once you have a solid foundation, you will find a suitable cultivation method. Here, the newly bought calligraphy copybook."

"Understood, Uncle-Master. I will work even harder and strive to master the cultivation techniques passed down by the Ancestor of the Restoration as soon as possible!" The little girl nodded vigorously and turned to practice calligraphy, each stroke more earnest than ever before.

Then, Chen Qingxin sensed something, looked at the little monkey cautiously approaching from the corner, shook his head and chuckled, but did not chase it away.

"Everyone in this world has their own destiny, and this is my way of breaking the deadlock in my dream..."

As the night breeze blew by, he took out the jade plate, thinking about what Qu Xiaoyao had just said. Suddenly, he felt something and looked up at the starry sky.

"The patriarch of the restoration..."

If the events in the dream were truly history, then the so-called "patriarch of the restoration" was none other than himself.

This is a character who comes from nothing to something, from falsehood to truth.

"But now, that patriarch is trapped in the treasure vault and can't get out. His backer is about to fall, so how can the sect be revived? Hmm? What will happen next..."

Thinking of this, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him!
"Yes!"

He strolled to the ancient pine tree in the courtyard.

"They searched everywhere for a way to break the deadlock, but forgot the root! Whether Chen Xu was a real person or created by the Tai Xu Dao Yan Lu, he was ultimately the ancestor of the restoration that I had designated..."

A mountain wind suddenly arose, and the pines rustled like waves.

"Since we can't find a sure thing, why not devise a way to break the deadlock ourselves?"

The thought suddenly dawned on him, and he felt a sense of clarity.

　I updated very late today because I got home really late, please forgive me...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)