All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

Feng Yin was deeply moved by Chu Yang's words, and turned to give him a light kiss on the cheek: "My husband always manages to say such reasonable things."

Time flies, and before they knew it, Chu Yang and Feng Yin had been living in Linhai City for a full six months.

Over the past six months, they have completely integrated into the lives of ordinary people. From the initial novelty and excitement to the later habit and naturalness, they truly live a simple yet fulfilling life in this bustling city, just like an ordinary couple.

Chu Yang now has a new identity—the manager of Chu's Pharmacy. This is a small courtyard they bought in the city; the pharmacy is in the front, and their residence is in the back. Although Chu Yang isn't a professional doctor, thanks to his deep understanding of the body and pharmacology as a cultivator, he quickly established a good reputation in the area.

"Dr. Chu, my rheumatism has flared up again. Could you take a look?" An old man with gray hair limped into the pharmacy.

Chu Yang was already used to this form of address, and he smiled gently, "Uncle Wang, please sit down first, let me take your pulse."

Chu Yang placed his fingers on the old man's pulse and, using his cultivator's perception, instantly understood the man's physical condition. Of course, he wouldn't display any supernatural abilities; he would diagnose the man in the manner of a mortal doctor.

"The root cause of your illness is still dampness. Recently, the weather has turned cooler, and dampness has invaded your joints, causing the pain to worsen," Chu Yang explained while diagnosing you. "I'll prescribe a formula to warm the Yang and dispel cold. If you take it consistently for half a month, you should feel better."

"Dr. Chu, you are truly a miracle doctor! You knew exactly what was wrong with me just by taking my pulse," Uncle Wang said gratefully. "You are even more skilled than the doctors in the big clinics in the city."

Chu Yang waved his hand modestly: "Uncle Wang, you flatter me. I was just lucky to have encountered a similar illness before."

In fact, with Chu Yang's abilities, he could have instantly cured Uncle Wang's chronic leg pain with his magic, but that would have exposed his identity. He chose to use gentle traditional Chinese medicine to slowly treat the illness, which would cure the disease without arousing suspicion.

"Dr. Chu, your prescription is truly effective," Uncle Wang said as he paid. "I've already recommended you to all the neighbors, and I'm sure many more people will be coming to you for treatment soon."

"Thank you for your trust, Uncle Wang," Chu Yang said, putting away the money and then wrapping up the medicine before handing it to the old man. "Remember to take the medicine on time and avoid cold foods."

After seeing Uncle Wang off, Chu Yang returned to the backyard. There was a meticulously tended little garden, with various flowers, plants, and vegetables planted neatly. Feng Yin was squatting in the vegetable patch, picking the freshly ripened radishes, a satisfied smile on her face.

"Yin'er, the harvest is good today," Chu Yang said as he walked over and looked at the baskets of fresh vegetables.

"Yes, these radishes are growing exceptionally well," Fengyin excitedly displayed her harvest. "Look, my husband, this biggest radish weighs a full three pounds!"

Looking at the happy smile on his wife's face, Chu Yang felt an overwhelming tenderness welling up inside him. For the past six months, Feng Yin had been completely immersed in the joys of gardening. She planted each seed herself, watered and fertilized them daily, watching them sprout, grow leaves, bloom, and bear fruit—a process that brought her an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

“Yin’er, you look even more beautiful than before,” Chu Yang said sincerely.

Indeed, Feng Yin now possesses a unique charm. Although she no longer exudes the noble aura of a phoenix, her simple and unadorned natural beauty is even more captivating. Her hands are calloused, and her skin has become slightly tanned from frequent work under the sun, but these features only make her appear more vibrant and authentic.

“My husband too,” Fengyin said with a smile, “in the past six months, you’ve become more and more like a real doctor. And I’ve noticed a special light in your eyes when you’re helping those patients.”

Chu Yang nodded thoughtfully. Indeed, his six months of medical practice had given him a deeper understanding of life. Looking at those ordinary people tormented by illness, and seeing the smiles on their faces as they recovered, Chu Yang felt a sense of accomplishment different from that of winning a battle.

"Perhaps this is another meaning of cultivation," Chu Yang remarked, "not just about becoming stronger, but also about being able to help more people."

"My lord, should we continue living like this?" Fengyin suddenly asked. "I mean, if we had a choice."

This question made Chu Yang ponder deeply. His mortal life over the past six months had indeed been wonderful. There was no pressure of cultivation, no danger of battle, only simple and unpretentious daily routines. He worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, lived harmoniously with his neighbors, and helped those in need—this kind of life had a unique charm.

But Chu Yang also knew that they were not ordinary people. They bore greater responsibilities and higher missions. The peace of the primordial world needed the protection of the strong, Chu Yan's growth needed his father's companionship, and countless cultivators needed their role models and guidance.

"Yin'er, will you regret it?" Chu Yang asked rhetorically, "If we choose to continue being cultivators and continue to shoulder those responsibilities."

Feng Yin shook her head and smiled, "How could I regret it? I just sometimes think that if I had a choice, this kind of life would be pretty good. But I know that our true home isn't here. The experiences of the past six months have made me understand even more what we need to protect."

Chu Yang looked deeply at his wife, his heart filled with emotion. Feng Yin's words proved her wisdom and kindness; she understood their mission and the preciousness of this ordinary life.

“But we still have time,” Chu Yang said gently. “Yan’er has the guidance of the ancestral master, and the primordial world is peaceful. We can continue to enjoy this tranquil time.”

Fengyin nodded in agreement. She patted the dirt off her hands, then went back inside with Chuyang to prepare dinner.

This has become their daily ritual. Although cultivators don't need to eat due to their physical constitution, the process of cooking and eating together makes them feel the warmth of home.

“Husband, tomorrow is market day, let’s go buy some things for winter,” Fengyin said while picking vegetables. “The weather is getting colder and colder, we need to prepare thicker clothes and blankets.”

“Great! I was just thinking of buying some new medicinal herbs,” Chu Yang replied. “There have been more people getting colds lately, so I need to stock up on some cold medicine.”

In the midst of this warm and casual conversation, Chu Yang suddenly sensed a familiar presence. It was a telepathic communication technique, and it came from a very distant place.

"Yang'er, come to Jin'ao Island immediately, I have important matters to discuss. — Hongjun"

Chu Yang was instantly stunned. This was a telepathic message from Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and the tone was extremely urgent. It should be noted that, given Dao Ancestor Hongjun's personality, he rarely summoned his disciples in such a pressing manner.

"Husband, what's wrong?" Fengyin keenly noticed Chuyang's unusual behavior.

Chu Yang hesitated for a moment, then truthfully replied, "My teacher sent me a telepathic message telling me to go to Jin'ao Island immediately, saying there's something important to discuss. Judging from his tone, it must be very urgent."

Feng Yin's expression also turned serious: "Could there be another crisis?"

"I don't know, but it must be something very important," Chu Yang thought. "Our teacher rarely summons us so urgently."

Fengyin immediately said, "Then you should go quickly, don't keep the teacher waiting."

"But here..." Chu Yang said with some reluctance.

“I’ll keep an eye on things here, there won’t be any problems,” Fengyin said understandingly. “Besides, if there really is any crisis, hiding here won’t solve anything.”

Chu Yang knew his wife was right, but he still felt uneasy. They had grown accustomed to this peaceful life over the past six months, and suddenly returning to the world of cultivators required some mental adjustment.

“I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Chu Yang promised. “If anything serious happens, I’ll take you with me immediately.” “I understand, go ahead,” Feng Yin said gently. “Remember, no matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”

Chu Yang kissed his wife deeply, then quickly restored his cultivation. Instantly, the mortal aura on his body vanished, replaced by the powerful pressure of a peak Saint.

However, he quickly concealed his presence to avoid disturbing the mortals around him. Then he quietly left the courtyard, flew into the sky, and sped towards Jin'ao Island.

Jin'ao Island was the Daoist temple of Tongtian Jiaozhu and also the headquarters of the Jie Sect. Chu Yang hadn't been back here for a long time, and when the familiar scene appeared before his eyes, a complex mix of emotions welled up in his heart.

The island remained a fairyland, teeming with exotic flowers and rare herbs, and teeming with wondrous birds and beasts, exuding an otherworldly aura. However, Chu Yang keenly sensed that the spiritual energy here seemed somewhat thinner than it had been six months ago.

"Senior brother! You've finally arrived!" Daoist Duobao hurried forward, his face full of worry.

"Junior Brother Duobao, what exactly happened?" Chu Yang asked anxiously.

“Senior brother, the situation is very serious,” Daoist Duobao said in a low voice. “Go see our master first; he will tell you the details.”

Chu Yang hurried to the cultivation site of the Tongtian Sect Master and found that not only his master was there, but also the Dao Ancestor Hongjun. To his surprise, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, the Supreme Lord Laozi, the Goddess Nuwa, and other saints were all gathered together, each with a solemn expression on their face.

"Teacher, Master," Chu Yang bowed respectfully, "Disciple Chu Yang has come to report."

When Hongjun Daozu saw Chu Yang, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned serious again: "Yang'er, you've come at the right time. We are discussing a matter of utmost importance concerning the survival of the entire prehistoric world."

"Please enlighten me, teacher," Chu Yang's heart sank; it was indeed a major crisis.

Hongjun Daozu slowly said, "Through my observations over the past six months, I have discovered an extremely serious problem. Due to the fierce battle with the extraterrestrial demons, the Heavenly Dao Laws of the Primordial World have been damaged, causing the world's spiritual energy to continuously leak away."

"Spiritual energy is being lost?" Chu Yang asked in shock. "What does this mean?"

Lao Tzu explained, "Simply put, the primordial world is losing the foundation upon which its cultivation civilization is built. Spiritual energy is the basis of all cultivation; without spiritual energy, there are no cultivators."

Yuanshi Tianzun added, "What's even more terrifying is that this loss is irreversible. If it's not stopped in time, the entire primordial world will soon become an ordinary world completely devoid of spiritual energy."

Chu Yang felt a wave of dizziness. He recalled his observations over the past six months and realized that the spiritual energy was indeed thinner than before, but he had thought it was a normal fluctuation. He never expected it to be such a serious problem.

"Will that affect mortals?" Chu Yang asked with concern.

Nuwa shook her head and said, "It has no direct impact on mortals, as they don't rely on spiritual energy for survival. However..."

"But for us cultivators, this is fatal," the Tongtian Sect Master said gravely. "Once the spiritual energy completely disappears, all cultivators will lose their power, be unable to continue cultivating, and may even gradually weaken."

Chu Yang then realized the gravity of the situation. If what his teachers said was true, then the entire cultivation civilization would face the crisis of destruction. All the saints and all the cultivators would lose the foundation upon which they depended for existence.

"Teacher, is there a solution?" Chu Yang asked anxiously.

Hongjun Daozu looked intently at Chu Yang: "Yes, but the price is high, and it requires the cooperation of everyone."

"Please enlighten us, teacher!" Chu Yang said without hesitation. "We are willing to bear any cost!"

Hongjun Daozu nodded and said, "I have already deduced a solution. We need to restore the Heavenly Dao Laws of the Primordial World and establish a new spiritual energy circulation system. But this requires a tremendous investment of power, and..."

He paused, his tone growing heavier: "And someone needs to make a sacrifice."

All the sages present fell silent. They all understood that for Hongjun Daozu to utter words like "sacrifice is necessary," the price must have been extremely heavy.

“Teacher, please explain the solution in detail,” Lao Tzu began. “We need to understand the specific circumstances before we can make a decision.”

Hongjun Daozu took a deep breath and then elaborated on his plan: "First, we need to gather the power of all the sages to repair the Heavenly Dao Laws of the Primordial World. This process will consume a great deal of our cultivation and life force."

"Secondly, we need to rebuild the mechanism for the generation and circulation of spiritual energy. This requires setting up spiritual energy gathering formations at various key nodes in the primordial world, and it also requires powerful individuals to maintain them over the long term."

"Finally, and most difficultly," Hongjun Daozu's voice became extremely heavy, "we need a Saint-level powerhouse to permanently merge into the Heavenly Dao Laws and become the core of the new spiritual energy circulation system."

These words struck everyone present like a bolt from the blue. To be permanently integrated into the laws of Heaven meant that person would lose their independent consciousness and become part of the primordial world.

This is not death, but a more complete disappearance than death.

Chu Yang felt his heart pounding; the price was indeed too high. It required a saint to completely sacrifice himself to save the entire cultivation civilization.

"Teacher," Chu Yang asked, his voice trembling, "is there no other option besides this method?"

Hongjun Daozu shook his head bitterly: "I have deduced countless possibilities, and this is the only solution. Moreover..."

He looked at all the saints present: "And time is running out. At the current rate of loss, we have at most a year left. After a year, even if a solution is found, it will be too late."

As everyone pondered this difficult choice in heavy silence, Dao Ancestor Hongjun slowly spoke, "Since there is no other choice, then I will shoulder this heavy responsibility."

These words struck everyone present like a thunderclap. Hongjun Daozu, the representative of the Heavenly Dao of the primordial world, the supreme being of the cultivation realm, was actually willing to sacrifice himself to save the entire civilization.

"Teacher! No!" The Tongtian Sect Leader was the first to stand up and object. "You are the pillar of the primordial world. Without you, even if we restore the laws of Heaven, how can we maintain order in the world?"

The Primordial Celestial Venerable also said urgently, "Master, please reconsider! Your existence is too important to the primordial world; there must be other ways!"

Although Laozi was usually indifferent to worldly affairs, he was now excited and said, "Master, let your disciple do it! Although my cultivation is not as high as yours, I am still at the sage level and should be able to complete this task!" (End of this chapter)