Donghuang Ziji

Chapter 980 Taiyi Sculpts the Purple Register (The Finale)

When the Heavenly Gate landed, the entire Eastern Pole Chenguang Great Heaven paused for a moment, and then a pure and flawless white light spread in all directions like a tide.

In a daze, all living beings in the heavens saw a huge portal standing in the void, blocking the sky.

The door is neither gold nor jade; it is pure white and flawless, without the slightest blemish.

Yet this gate also gives people a very pure feeling, as if it is so pure that it can devour all colors and brilliance, making it a special singularity that makes everyone who sees it feel involuntarily attracted to it and eager to get closer.

Chu Tai stared at the gate, drawn by its aura. The gate seemed to block out the distinction between "existence" and "non-existence," the "known" and the "unknown," the "myriad phenomena" and the "unique." It seemed that simply pushing open the gate would allow one to transcend everything.

"Although your portal does indeed have the concepts of 'ascension' and 'transcendence,' you can't just keep staring at it like this..."

Looking back, Chu Tai saw a phantom shadow behind him, with forty-nine layers of light rotating and overlapping, creating infinite changes and endless possibilities.

"Are you the origin of the Heavenly Emperor Miro?"

"I am also the source of Taiyi Zhenjun. You may call me Mi Luo."

After answering, Mi Luo looked at the Heavenly Gate that Chu Tai had forged by abandoning the Eastern Emperor Bell and sighed, "After going around in circles, it finally became a gateway. That's quite interesting."

As he spoke, Milo placed his hand on the portal, imprinting forty-nine layers of light upon it, overlapping each other to add various colors to the pure white portal, making it look much more magnificent, while also reducing the almost overwhelming feeling of its pure and clean nature.

The only problem was that Chu Tai had a very close connection with the portal. When the portal was illuminated by forty-nine layers of light, he vaguely saw the life experiences of countless living beings.

Chu Tai could sense that those creatures did not actually exist, but rather remained in the memories of certain people.

It was only because Mi Luo's realm was so profound that he could turn the illusory into the real, thus giving these beings a new life.

"Is this your road?"

"Ok!"

Miro nodded, his gaze distant, a smile playing on his lips. "Back then, I promised them that I would always remember them, and I have never forgotten that vow. Later, in order to save more people, I gave my all and fell into a deep sleep from which I have no idea when I will wake up."

"During my slumber, their memories accompanied me, but I never expected that my heart's desire would cause my dreams to extend infinitely, allowing them to experience countless joys and sorrows within them. Through countless cycles, they honed their character and sublimated their spirituality, eventually transcending the boundaries of my dreams, like fledglings breaking out of their shells and about to leave."

At this point, Mi Luo's tone couldn't help but carry a hint of emotion, as well as a trace of lingering fear.

"The long, hazy dream left me in a state of confusion and disorientation. In my dazed state, I even mistook their rebirth for my intention to forget them, which led me to have the delusion of trying to imprison them in the dream. If you hadn't woken me up, I don't know how much trouble I would have caused in this state of ignorance."

Chu Tai stood quietly to one side without responding. He could tell that those beings who had gained substance in the dream were also grateful to Mi Luo.

The so-called imprisonment was actually something they chose to stay behind for; they wanted to keep the Dao Lord company, who had fallen into a long slumber for some unknown reason.

With their own strength and their own spirituality, they wove countless stories in Miro's long dream, accompanying him as he waited for the day he would awaken again.

Of course, this act of mutual care and companionship has also led to a significant transformation in the spirituality of these creatures.

The repeated cycles of reincarnation have further refined their innate qualities and primordial energy, making them increasingly clear, pure, and harmonious. Furthermore, with the awakening of Daoist Miro, the countless powers they had accumulated in the past have also been revealed.

Even those with the shallowest aptitude can hope to attain superior results. If those who have honed their skills to the peak, Chu Tai suspects that their cultivation level will soon catch up with his and they will begin to attempt to reverse their innate state of cultivation.

Mi Luo clearly saw through Chu Tai's thoughts. He smiled and said, "Forget about me. Let's talk about you. What do you plan to do with this thing? You've just abandoned a perfectly good innate spiritual treasure and created this special portal. Do you really intend to enter the innate realm through the concept of a portal?"

"Of course not. I was originally a little worried about how to make changes, but with your help earlier, Daoist Master, I am much more relaxed now."

As he spoke, Chu Tai placed his hand on the doorway, and forty-nine layers of light overlapped inward, eventually transforming into a relief of nine deities.

These reliefs are not inanimate objects, nor are they decorations. Rather, they represent the eightfold Dao Fruits that Chu Tai originally possessed, and are also a concrete manifestation of the rhythm of the Taiyi Dao.

The relief at the very top of the portal is naturally of the Eastern Emperor, whose figure is ethereal and whose radiance is pure, and who is closest to the heavens.

The Eastern Emperor possesses the obvious concepts of the Immortal Path and the Divine Path, which coil around him like dragons and snakes, continuously drawing upon the concept of Heaven from the sky to differentiate the Immortal Path and the Divine Path, giving rise to numerous blessed lands and divine realms.

Below the Eastern Emperor are the radiant and dazzling Eastern Lord and the ethereal and graceful Cloud Lord.

The former is like a great sun shining in the sky, radiating endless golden light, with each ray containing primal, pure, and vibrant vitality; the latter is hazy, like a bright moon hidden behind clouds, exuding a cool and spiritual radiance.

The power of the two intertwined, like the sun and moon in harmony. Hundreds of millions of radiant threads of light crisscrossed and entwined in the void, and each fusion gave rise to countless phantoms of immortals and gods.

Next are the Grand Master of Fate, the Lesser Master of Fate, and Lady Xiangjun.

Among them, the Great Master of Fate exudes death and emptiness, while the Lesser Master of Fate represents the vitality that creates all things.

Unlike Dongjun, Shaosiming's vitality is closer to reality, while Dongjun's vitality is closer to a concept. When we talk about vitality, it is closer to the activity and life force of the universe itself.

Therefore, the intertwining and condensation of the powers of the Great Master of Fate and the Lesser Master of Fate drive the changes of life and death in all things. Whether it is the growth of a person from infancy to old age, the withering and flourishing of plants, or the weathering and reshaping of mountains and rocks, all are the result of the transformation of the powers of the Great Master of Fate and the Lesser Master of Fate.

During this process, Xiangjun and Xiangfuren stood beside them, and the light of the universe transformed into a long river, spreading beneath their feet.

It carries the joys and sorrows of countless lives, the fleeting images of parting and reunion constantly reflected in the long river, and ultimately the emotions of hundreds of millions of beings render the long river of time into the foundation of destiny.

The long river extends to the very bottom of the gate, where the River God and the Mountain Spirit stand.

The River God is like the manifestation of the Ruins of Return, and also seems to be the embodiment of all movement and stillness. He drives the flow of tangible liquids and also drives the changes of fate toward the inevitable future, severing the possibility of the heavens breaking free from their constraints.

The Mountain Spirit transforms into countless mountain ranges, bearing all matter. In the process, the Mountain Spirit's power absorbs the spirituality of the Cloud Lord, the light of the Eastern Lord, and the vitality of the Lesser Master of Fate. The three originate at the very bottom of the portal.

Clear springs flowed from the exposed brown rock face, and countless verdant shoots emerged from the barren land. Exotic flowers and rare herbs broke through the rock layers at a visible speed, stretching their branches and leaves; countless insects, birds, and beasts also sprang forth, creating a scene of ceaseless life. The power of these eightfold Dao Fruits and the nine deities intertwined and flowed freely, constructing a massive array above the Heavenly Gate. Gradually, it became the embodiment of the entire Eastern Celestial Order, the concept of the firmament, and the foundation upon which all things were borne and nurtured.

At the same time, this portal is also the beginning and end of all things, the source of all wisdom and truth. It gives birth to all things and carries all things. It is an independent entity, as well as a collection of countless individuals.

Mi Luo looked at the portal, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes: "Your Dao Fruit is indeed very similar to mine, both of us possessing the ability to control all things. It's just that our foundations are different; I am ten thousand, you are one..."

After saying that, he glanced at the three True Lords who had gathered below and chuckled, "You must have quite a few things to deal with next, so I won't bother you any longer. Oh, by the way, this is for you; I hope it can be of some help to you..."

The phantom of the Eastern Emperor Bell suddenly appeared in front of Mi Luo. With a light tap of his hand, the bell fell into Chu Tai's hand and connected with the Heavenly Gate, giving rise to many mysterious phenomena.

"Fellow?"

As soon as Mi Luo left, Hunyuan Zhenjun hurriedly stepped forward to inquire. He stared at the Eastern Emperor Bell in Chu Tai's hand and asked with some concern, "Your precious bell?"

"It's alright, it's just a change of form. Besides, this form is more conducive to further perfecting the world."

As he spoke, Chu Tai looked at True Monarch Qing Shi and asked, "Fellow Daoist once said that if I were to take control of the Central Plains, I would be allowed to preside over the overall situation. I wonder if that still stands?"

"Natural arithmetic."

"Then please, fellow Daoist, temporarily entrust me with the authority over Kunlun Divine Mountain."

Chu Tai's words startled the three True Lords, but True Lord Qing Shi quickly made a decision and transferred the sovereignty of Kunlun.

With his mastery of the foundation of immortality, Chu Tai gently shook the Eastern Emperor Bell in his hand. The Eastern Emperor above the gate lowered his gaze, and boundless radiance descended from his body. The pure Qi of the sky manifested, and relying on the immortal fortune of Kunlun Mountain, it gave rise to ten grotto-heavens, thirty-six minor grotto-heavens, seventy-two blessed lands, and eighteen water palaces, which fell into all parts of the world.

In the darkness, the destiny of all the grotto-heavens, blessed lands, and water palaces in the heavens has deviated to a certain extent, shifting towards these ten major grotto-heavens, thirty-six minor grotto-heavens, seventy-two blessed lands, and eighteen water palaces.

Then Chu Tai reached out and grabbed the eighth layer of the Nine Heavens, the Nine Heavens, into his palm. The Eastern Emperor lowered his gaze, and the Eastern Lord and the Cloud Lord descended with their radiance. The three merged at the intersection of the Nine Heavens, dividing it into eighty-one Yang Heavens. Except for some that returned to the Nine Heavens, the rest scattered into the world.

Then, the Grand Master of Fate, the Lesser Master of Fate, and Xiangjun and Xiangfuren took action. The Grand Master of Fate repaired the Netherworld and constructed the Eighteen Hells. The Lesser Master of Fate guided the Blood Demon Lord to perfect his Dao Fruit, promote the reproduction of all spirits, and repair the system of all spirits. Xiangjun and Xiangfuren wove the light of the universe, reversed the present and the past, and brought back many beings that should not have perished.

The last River God sank into the North Sea and turned into the Ruins of Return.

The mountain spirit merges into the earth, nourishing all things.

During this process, the concepts of immortals such as [Human Immortal], [Ghost Immortal], [Corpse-Dissolving Immortal], [Earth Immortal], [Divine Immortal], and [Celestial Immortal] converged in Chu Tai's palm. Together with the Ritual Soul Banner, they transformed into a scroll of precious book surrounded by pure qi, with a purple background, on which numerous names were densely written.

With each name that appears, a celestial being in the Great Heaven senses a change in their aura.

They wanted to break free, to escape, but there was nothing they could do.

Ultimately, the names of the three True Lords, Hunyuan, Yuli, and Qingshi, also appeared in it.

The three did not resist; instead, they carefully sensed the power within and exclaimed in amazement, "Fellow Daoist, are you truly willing to sacrifice yourself?"

"What is there to be reluctant about? It is just that I am sharing my Dao fruit with all beings. Didn't the Patriarch do something similar back then? I also repaired the Dharma he left behind, but I am just improving it a bit more."

"This is not as simple as just making one or two improvements."

Hunyuan Zhenjun shook his head and said, "You open up your own Dao fruit, allowing all living beings to comprehend it, and even give them blessings. This is equivalent to having the title of master and disciple. I suppose it is also to facilitate the implementation of the punishments in hell."

Chu Tai nodded upon hearing this. What he was doing was an open scheme. Once he entered the treasure book in Chu Tai's hands, he could choose not to accept Chu Tai's blessing.

However, the current Eastern Pole Chenguang Great Heaven is suppressed by his Heavenly Gate, and all reasoning is biased towards him.

Cultivating other paths allows one to share in the protection of heaven and earth, making cultivation slightly easier, and even naturally giving one a bit more destiny than those who do not cultivate.

With this shift in power, ordinary cultivators would have no choice but to become disciples of Chu Tai.

Once you enter his tutelage, you will naturally be bound by his precepts. If you break these precepts, hell will become your refuge.

Qing Shi Zhenjun asked with some curiosity, "Now that the destiny of immortality is entirely in your hands, what are your plans for the future?"

"I want to try out the perfect scene of the Holy Kingdom that fellow Daoist hopes to see."

Chu Tai's answer surprised the three True Lords for a moment, and then they realized that it was indeed possible.

At this moment, Chu Tai has mastered the most powerful force in the Great Heaven, with the Heavenly Gate providing him with a continuous supply of primordial energy and resources. All cultivators of the Immortal Path have been registered by him, and sooner or later they will have to accept his rules and constraints.

If he were truly committed to promoting the Holy Kingdom's Great Dao, he might actually be able to establish a massive Immortal Dynasty, and not the kind with a rigid system.

If there is any problem, it is whether Chu Tai himself can persevere.

And that is precisely the problem that you least need to worry about.

Suddenly, Hunyuan Zhenjun thought of the eighty-one Yang Heavens, ten major grotto-heavens, thirty-six minor grotto-heavens, seventy-two blessed lands, and eighteen water palaces that Chu Tai had previously reorganized.

"You intend to link worldly achievements with immortal cultivation? So that future cultivators can travel to different places, achieving merit on the path and deeds in the human world?"

"It's only a part. After all, not everyone likes being restricted. I always need to leave room for those who prefer a life of quiet cultivation. At most, I'll open up more paths, giving everyone as many choices as possible, while also trying to diminish the existence of hierarchical structures..."

Jade Emperor asked the most important question: "Then what will you do?"

Chu Tai did not answer, but took out the treasure book and wrote his name at the beginning.

(End of this chapter)