Dual Transmigration: Cultivating Immortality in the Primordial World, Taking on the Desolate Heavenl

Night falls.

The Milky Way slowly spread across the sky of the Great Wilderness, with countless stars scattered like shattered diamonds into the endless black curtain.

The village of Shi has returned to quiet.

After experiencing the dramatic changes of the past few days, the villagers were exhausted and went back to their houses to rest early.

Only Shi Hao remained beside the withered tree, refusing to leave.

He sat there cross-legged, his little face full of stubbornness.

The shock of consciousness from the stars during the day did not frighten him; instead, it stirred up the indomitable spirit in his bones.

He was using the most rudimentary method to sense the aura of law emanating from that piece of dead wood, trying to capture the fleeting fragment of starry sky that had flashed through his mind during the day.

This is the scene that Gu Changqing saw when he walked over.

He did not disturb Shi Hao.

He simply stood in front of the dead tree and took out a palm-sized white jade bottle from his sleeve.

Three Lights Divine Water

The first holy water for healing in the primordial world, a fusion of the essences of heaven and earth: sunlight, moonlight, and starlight.

Gu Changqing uncorked the bottle.

At the mouth of the bottle, a perfectly round drop of water, seemingly containing the power of the entire cycle of the sun and moon, slowly floated out.

Just one drop.

The air in the vast wilderness, spanning dozens of miles, instantly became warm and spring-like.

Those wildflowers and herbs that had been tightly closed in the cold night suddenly burst into bloom under the lingering effect of the water droplet.

Gu Changqing's movements were extremely casual.

He lazily tilted his wrist.

The drop of the Three Lights Divine Water then fell from the mouth of the bottle.

The whole action of shaking off the water looked like someone casually spilling leftover herbal tea on the steps.

Extremely careless.

But when that drop of water traced an arc in mid-air...

Shi Hao suddenly raised his head.

His pupils reflected a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The droplet was small, even smaller than a typical raindrop.

But the light it refracts in mid-air is not ordinary water light.

Within those tiny water droplets.

A sun is rising in the east, a bright moon is setting in the west, and billions of stars are dying and being reborn.

The complete cycle of the sun, moon, and stars, and the birth and death of all things in heaven and earth.

Everything is concentrated in this one drop of water.

The water droplet splits in two in mid-air.

Half a drop fell into the soil where the dead tree took root.

The other half of the drop flew out at an angle due to the inertia of Gu Changqing's wrist flick, landing with a "thud" on the charred, lightning-struck tree trunk next to him.

Gu Changqing glanced at the bark of the willow tree, which was cracked like charcoal and so ugly that it was unbearable to look at.

"Dry as a piece of firewood, it's really an eyesore."

He put the white jade bottle back into his sleeve.

"Consider it a small favor; I'll give you half a drop to quench your thirst."

The tone was casual.

It was as if what he had just given away was not the Three Lights Divine Water that would make countless Golden Immortals in the prehistoric world envious and scramble for, but a ladle of dirty water that he casually scooped from a roadside ditch.

Half a drop of the Three Lights Divine Water fell into the soil at the base of the dead tree.

The effect is immediate.

That section of the Starfruit tree branch that was originally so withered that even the bark had completely peeled off.

A tiny, yet primordial, tender green hue suddenly sprouted from the roots.

The spiritual root has been revived.

Although it was only the initial awakening, the aura of law emanating from that hint of green caused the concentration of spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius to increase several times in just a few breaths.

The earth's veins beneath the ground began to unconsciously converge towards this section of spiritual root.

The entire Stone Village is transforming from a spiritually barren wasteland into a true blessed land for cultivation at an incredible speed.

But these.

None of them were as shocking as the commotion that occurred over there when the lightning struck the tree.

The moment that half-drop of the Three Lights Divine Water seeped into the charred trunk of the Willow God.

The entire Great Wilderness seemed to fall silent for a moment.

Even the wind has stopped.

Inside the Willow Goddess's body.

That wound that haunted us for an entire era.

That destructive lightning mark from an immortal king from another realm.

The traumatic laws that were originally deeply embedded in the deepest part of her soul, like maggots clinging to bones.

The moment the Three Lights Divine Water seeped in.

The anticipated intense clash between laws did not occur.

There was no earth-shattering healing light.

There was no tug-of-war between the forces of good and evil.

Because the Three Lights Divine Water is at a very high dimension.

Its power is so great that even the destructive lightning tribulation marks left by those immortal kings from other realms are not worthy of being considered opponents in front of it.

Those marks were erased directly at the "conceptual" level.

It's like an adult walking up to a blackboard and casually erasing a child's scribbles.

No force is needed.

No skill is required.

With just a gentle touch, the seemingly eternal and indestructible mark of destruction vanished completely from Liu Shen's soul, as if it had never existed at all.

Clean and tidy.

Not a single trace remained.

The lightning-struck wood stopped trembling.

That kind of subtle tremor that lasted for an entire era and never stopped for a moment.

That dull pain, etched deep in her soul, eroding her vitality every moment.

They've all disappeared.

Liu Shen's entire soul froze.

She couldn't describe the feeling.

It's like a prisoner who has been bound by chains for millions of years suddenly finding that the chains are gone.

It was not broken off, nor was it untied.

Rather, the chains themselves disappeared from the world, as if they had never existed.

That long-lost, almost unfamiliar feeling of complete relaxation deep within the soul.

This caused a brief blank in her consciousness.

Then.

A sense of relaxation she had never experienced since she gained sentience enveloped her entire soul like warm spring water.

On the charred surface of the lightning-struck wood, extremely fine cracks began to heal silently.

Beneath the bark, a new layer of tender skin, tinged with a pale greenish hue, is slowly growing.

That single, verdant willow branch stopped trembling.

It slowly unfurled, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Like someone who has just woken up from a long nightmare, he carefully stretched.

Deep within Liu Shen's soul lies all aloofness, all defenses, and all pride.

Faced with the dimensional-reducing healing power of this half-drop of the Three Lights Divine Water.

Everything collapsed.

It wasn't shattered.

Instead, it disintegrated on its own.

Like an iron wall or copper wall built over thousands of years, it only becomes clear that it was built of ice and snow when it touches real warmth.

Once the sun comes out, everything is gone.

If trees had tears.

At this moment, deep within Liu Shen's soul, she was experiencing a silent, devastating wail.

It's not sadness.

It's a sense of relief.

It is the complete breakdown of a soul that has carried the burden for far too long, finally allowed to unload all its weight.

She has come all the way from the Immortal Ancient Era.

He ventured alone into a foreign land.

They were besieged and severely damaged by the Immortal King.

Nirvana failed.

They were banished to the mortal realm.

on one's last legs.

Ten thousand years of waiting, ten thousand years of dull pain.

She thought she would spend the rest of her life slowly dying under the torment of that destructive lightning tribulation.

But now.

The man in the blue robe simply tossed the bottle aside and said disdainfully, "It's an eyesore."

then.

The trauma of an era.

Gone.

An extremely faint sound came from deep within the roots of the lightning-struck tree.

It is not divine thought.

It is not a decree.

It was just a very low, suppressed murmur, almost indistinguishable, yet full of a thousand emotions.

"...Thank you."

The voice was so low that even Gu Changqing couldn't hear it.

Or perhaps he heard it, but didn't pay attention.

He glanced at the newly formed bark healing on the surface of the lightning-struck wood and nodded slightly.

Then he turned and walked towards the stone house.

Behind him, Shi Hao was still sitting cross-legged next to the withered tree, his little face full of resentment.

He vaguely sensed that the Daoist Master had done everything today with utmost nonchalance.

But each one was enough to turn the entire Eight Regions upside down.

The night wind swept across the vast wilderness.

A tender green shoot on the remaining branches of the Starfruit tree slowly grows under the moonlight.

On the willow branch that the Willow God had stretched out, a tiny white willow flower quietly bloomed.

That was the first time she had bloomed in tens of thousands of years.