Dominating the Otherworld Starting with a Snake

In the upper fairyland, that extraordinary and otherworldly place, stands a peak that all cultivators look up to - Fushen Mountain.

This mountain is towering into the clouds and is surrounded by auspicious mist all year round. It is like a pillar between heaven and earth, supporting the edge of the vast fairyland.

It is not only the highest geographical point in the fairyland, but also the supreme symbol of spirit and power. Only those who have achieved immortality and are extremely powerful are qualified to step into this sacred area.

At this moment, on the top of the Fushen Mountain, an old man in a Confucian robe stood quietly on the edge of the cliff, as if he was as old as the heaven and the earth, and his back looked particularly lonely.

The old man has a head full of white hair and his eyebrows are also gray. Time has left deep marks on his face, but it has also given him a detached temperament.

"So it's Lord Swallow. Have you achieved any results in the important task entrusted to you by Daozu?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the old man's words, and it was obvious that he was very familiar with the existence named "Swallow".

Upon hearing that, the blurry figure in the form of a child suddenly became like a deflated ball. Its body tilted and it actually sat on a cloud that appeared leisurely out of thin air. Its little hands rested casually under its chin, with a look of helplessness and a little annoyance on its face.

"If I had succeeded, why would I be in such an embarrassed state? I would have returned home in glory and fame." The child's tone revealed a sense of unwillingness and self-mockery.

The old man's gaze fell softly on the illusory child. His eyes slowly opened under his white eyebrows, and the depths of his eyes seemed to contain the wisdom to see through everything.

Although his face seemed ordinary, when his eyes were truly focused on the Devouring Body, a subtle surprise flashed across his face: "Your form has been maintained longer than usual. It seems that the trialist chosen by Daozu this time is indeed extraordinary."

The child sighed softly, "As for his talent, it is indeed not bad. After all, there is a being like me who can help him grow. But... although his talent is good, the time he takes to grow is too slow! Too long! How many years have passed since I descended upon him, and I can't even count how much time it has been since I came to the lower world!"

"Haha, Master Devourer... You should be well aware of this. True transformation often comes after a long wait."

When the child heard this, his lively and energetic aura dimmed by three points. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his voice full of heaviness: "At present, he is still just a snake wandering in the earthly fairyland. He is still a long way from the important task of touching the Daozu realm."

"Haste makes waste. Haste will only backfire... Besides, there is still plenty of time."

"No!" The child's tone suddenly became solemn and heavy, breaking the previous relaxed atmosphere. "Sub-Saint, you have been guarding the Fushen Mountain for nearly 800 years, and the time for you to leave the mountain once every thousand years is getting closer. When you step down from the top of the mountain, you will find that... the situation of those alien races has far exceeded our expectations, and may even... have exceeded the boundaries of Daozu's expectations."

When the old man heard this, he seemed to be shrouded in silence for a moment, and then he sighed softly, his voice full of emotion about the impermanence of the world: "In the upper fairyland, there are still old people like us who can barely maintain order, but if we talk about the situation in the middle and lower fairyland, once we intervene, I am afraid it will cause violent turbulence in the space, and then accelerate the spread of those cracks in the divine domain. Master Devourer, how serious is the situation?"

"The kings among the alien races may not have been able to break through the ancient seal shackles, but the seals of those alien races with the strength of generals have been quietly cracked. This time, I left the child on the pretext of an excuse and hurried here, just to re-seal a foreign general who has existed in the middle fairy world since the ancient times and is full of evil spirits, to prevent him from causing chaos in the world again."

The crack in the middle fairyland, which was originally the most secretive and subtle boundary, revealed an undue restlessness at this moment, as if an ancient sleeping giant beast turned over at an inopportune time, foreshadowing something ominous.

"Has the crack spread quietly? It seems... the time of the catastrophe may be advanced..." the old man murmured.

"Master Devouring, do you have any news about Daozu?"

The child sighed softly, "It is not easy to communicate with Daozu. It not only requires a deep understanding and control of the two great principles of space and time, but also the power of the law of reincarnation. The three work together to barely support the space leading to Daozu's supreme wisdom. However, things are different now. The two realms of reincarnation and chaos have been tainted by the evil thoughts of those alien races, and the power of their laws has become confusing. If it is not for a powerful person with the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth like the Quasi-Sage of Creation to intervene personally, it is simply a foolish dream to want to seize a trace of control from them."

At this point, the child's eyes wandered over the old man, "In today's Heavenly Immortal Realm, you old guys who have been through so much hardship have to shoulder the responsibility of protecting the Otherworldly Divine Realm. How can you spare any free time... Oh, by the way, has any new Quasi-Saint-level power emerged in Confucianism recently? Perhaps, only such a person can bring a ray of hope to this chaotic situation."