Changsheng: My experience in patrolling the liver

Chapter 657 A Century of Time, The Journey Begins! (Two Chapters Combined)

Leizhou held the highest-level funeral for its king, and the funeral bells in every province and city tolled nine times, making the whole city aware of it.

In times of peace, the passing of the human king is undoubtedly a momentous event.

Numerous powerful and influential figures from various states flocked to Leizhou, including Emperor Wu Song Changming, who had interrupted his cultivation and left seclusion ahead of schedule.

In addition, even many demon clans that had established diplomatic relations with Leizhou sent envoys to attend the ceremony and pay tribute.

The funeral lasted for a whole month in Leizhou, with every household hanging white cloths in front of their doors.

"Your Majesty, the selection of the King of Leizhou should be finalized as soon as possible." In a garden of the King's Palace in the capital of Leizhou, the Prince of Yun said to Song Changming.

“Wasn’t this matter already decided ten years ago?” Song Changming couldn’t help but say.

The King of Clouds nodded and smiled, “That’s right, but you are the emperor and have the power to change your mind on the spot, so we still need your formal approval.”

Song Changming waved his hand and said, "Chu Wushuang has been trained under Elder Pei for ten years. He is the most suitable candidate. There is no need to change your mind and waste Elder Pei's efforts."

"I understand." King Yun nodded, then suddenly sighed softly.

"Since ancient times, royal power has been hereditary. It's just a pity that Senior Pei has no children, so we had to make an exception and change the royal power of Leizhou. This matter will likely have far-reaching consequences in the future."

As Yun Wang spoke, he looked at Song Changming again.

Song Changming's lips twitched, and he immediately understood the meaning behind Yun Wang's sudden remark.

This is a call to action against him.

as predicted.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to get married."

The Prince of Yun has hinted at this matter dozens of times over the past hundred years, suggesting that Song Changming should marry and have children to expand the family line.

They even went through a series of potential marriage partners, but unfortunately, none of them came up with a suitable match.

Song Changming had his own direction in mind and did not want to leave too many ties here before leaving, so he never accepted the Yun King's suggestion.

"Chu Yuan, perhaps we should talk about something else," Song Changming suddenly changed the subject, speaking with a serious tone.

Upon hearing this, King Yun's expression also became somewhat solemn; he had already guessed what Song Changming was going to say.

"Has His Majesty already made a decision?"

“Not bad, it’s been so long, it’s time to give it a try.” Song Changming’s tone was calm, as if making this decision was not a big deal for him.

Over a century of self-cultivation has given him an incredibly peaceful state of mind, and very few things can stir up any emotion within him.

Song Changming felt it was time for him to weather the storms again.

He planned to set off for that primordial world!

This was certainly not a spur-of-the-moment idea, but a decision made after long consideration.

Meanwhile, King Yun, who was standing to the side, already knew that Song Changming had such a plan and that this day would eventually come, so he was not too surprised.

“I understand,” King Yun nodded solemnly.

He didn't try to persuade him further, knowing it was pointless and a waste of breath.

He only hoped that everything would go well for Song Changming.

As for the human race in Kyushu, the loss of Emperor Song Changming as their guardian deity is naturally a great loss.

But now, more than a hundred years later, the rule of the human race has become deeply rooted in Kyushu, and generations of martial arts talents have emerged like an explosion.

Even without Song Changming in charge, the human race's position as the overlord of the Nine Provinces remains unshakable.

Even if Song Changming leaves, his title of Emperor Wu will likely still be able to intimidate the myriad races of the Nine Provinces for several more centuries.

Therefore, Song Changming can leave with complete peace of mind.

The human race has now matured and no longer needs his excessive support.

"I will make arrangements as soon as possible and inform the other eight kings of this matter," King Yun continued.

He understood that when Song Changming told him this decision at this time, he meant that Song was asking him to make the arrangements.

Decades ago, they had already made preparations for Song Changming's departure, ensuring that his sudden disappearance would not cause excessive turmoil in Kyushu.

After all, the departure of Emperor Yuan ten thousand years ago serves as a cautionary tale, and they must not repeat the same mistake.

"With you here, I feel very at ease." Song Changming smiled slightly and patted Yun Wang on the shoulder. The two had known each other for nearly two hundred years and could definitely be considered close old friends.

Song Changming knew that even without him, with King Yun around, the human race wouldn't cause any major trouble in the future.

After the funeral of the venerable Lei Wang, Pei Xinyuan, was over, Song Changming returned to the imperial palace from Leizhou.

He took out the precious mirror and played with it.

After such a long period of research and observation, Song Changming has basically locked onto the location left by Emperor Yuan, which has met his expectations.

The main reason that led him to make the decision to try this was that his spiritual practice had become increasingly stagnant.

In his Purple Mansion, there are now as many as 155 drops of Grandmaster's essence blood.

The immense power of a Grandmaster he has accumulated is something that even two or three Grandmasters combined cannot match!

This is undoubtedly an unprecedented and likely unparalleled achievement in martial arts; it would not be an exaggeration to call it a martial arts miracle.

But having reached this point, Song Changming was also somewhat aware that this was the true limit of the Grandmaster realm, and it would be virtually impossible to advance any further.

If you want to make further breakthroughs in martial arts and continue on this path, you must seek change and achieve a qualitative leap through quantitative change.

It's easier said than done; how could it be simple to be a pioneer and forge a path to heaven that no one has ever walked before?

Song Changming spent over a hundred years exploring, and only then did he make a little progress.

Recently, he also discovered that what truly hindered him from embarking on this path of martial arts ascension was the limitations of this world.

The spiritual energy intensity of the environment is only this high at most. With this level of spiritual energy, one can only cultivate up to the Grandmaster level at most!
Even if you have great ideas, if the environment and conditions don't support them, it's all for nothing.

Therefore, Song Changming needs an environment with a higher spiritual energy level to continue his research on this path to the heavens in martial arts.

Only after reaching this point did Song Changming finally understand why Emperor Yuan insisted on leaving back then.

He was almost certain that the Yuan Emperor back then was also bound by the environment of this world and had no choice but to leave!
Not only has his martial arts cultivation reached a complete bottleneck, but even the strength of his physical body is slowing down as he tries to improve it by refining the essence of the sun and moon.

After a century, his strength had barely broken through two thousand dragon powers.

It took him a hundred years of dedicated cultivation to increase his dragon power by only three hundred strands, much slower than he had anticipated.

The only thing that is not yet affected by the general environment is his cultivation of his soul.

However, although it is not affected by the general environment, the cultivation progress of the Witch God Soul is not fast either. Its biggest difficulty is the nine divine ranks themselves, which are more and more difficult to cross as you go further.

Even after a hundred years, the Witch God Soul in Song Changming's Nether Sea is still at the level of the fourth level of Godhood, and it is far from reaching the bottleneck to break through.

The fifth divine rank seemed to be a long way off. Originally, Song Changming had considered waiting until the Witch God Soul reached the fifth divine rank before attempting to go to that primordial world, but now that his cultivation was becoming increasingly ineffective, he no longer wanted to wait.

To stop making changes is simply to waste time.

"Heya," Song Changming called out, fiddling with the precious mirror.

Soon, Heya walked in from outside the palace.

Compared to a hundred years ago, her appearance has not changed much. She still has the demeanor of a female general with long, straight black hair, a stern face, and a meticulous expression.

Upon seeing the precious mirror in Song Changming's hand, He Ya sensed that the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat different from usual, and vaguely realized something.

"Are Qingqing and Xiaohuang still in seclusion?" Song Changming asked.

“Yes, Master,” Heya nodded.

After a moment's thought, Song Changming decided to wait until they came out of seclusion before making any decisions.

After all, once they leave, they may never be able to return.

Although he initially agreed to bring these three along, it was on the premise that they could actually reach that primordial world.

Otherwise, if this search for the path fails, not only will we not find the original world, but we will also lose several lives in vain, and that would be truly a cause for deep regret.

After all, none of his three companions possessed his ability to resurrect.

Naturally, he planned to go and scout the situation on his own first. Once Lu Ming was safe, he would try to turn back and bring the three of them, or even more people, to go there officially.

In any case, this is more appropriate.

Another half month passed before Su Qingqing and Xiao Huang finally emerged from seclusion.

That day, in the imperial palace.

"Young Master, please be safe." She had just emerged from seclusion when she learned of Song Changming's decision. Before she could even rejoice in her own improved cultivation, she was already worried about the adventures Song Changming was about to undertake.

She already knew about Song Changming's plan to go alone, as he had informed them of it beforehand.

Song Changming was adamant in his stance, and she had no choice but to comply.

"I want to go too." The girl Huang, standing to the side, still yearned to go to that vast new world.

She had already heard many things about the original world from Song Changming.

The immortals who roam the heavens and earth, and all sorts of magical creatures from the mountains and seas, all piqued her curiosity.

Compared to the Nine Provinces, which are already ruled by humans, the primordial world sounds more like a primordial world from the ancient times.

If that's the case, going to the original world might just be a return to the ancient times!

Of course, one can only understand what that place is like by going there in person.

"I'll be back," Song Changming assured him with a smile.

"Keep your word," Su Qingqing muttered softly, feeling somewhat down.

I don't know when I'll see Song Changming again.

After all, Song Changming wasn't going to a certain place in Kyushu this time, but to another completely new world, which was hundreds of millions of miles away.
"I don't know if it will succeed yet. This is just a trial. I might be back soon," Song Changming said, shaking his head.

Afterwards, he spoke a few more words to the three women, and without saying much goodbye, he opened the portal and stepped inside alone.

It reappeared in the far north of Frost Province.

To eliminate any possibility of unforeseen circumstances, he designated this place as his starting point for teleportation.

Even if things get really big, it won't destroy his imperial palace or hurt anyone.

It must be said that the ice sheets in this far north have endured far too much.

If it weren't for its special circumstances, it would have been turned upside down by Song Changming long ago.

Accompanying him to Frost Province was only Yuan San, who was in charge of guarding the area, to ensure that the entire process would not be disturbed.

Song Changming sat cross-legged on the ice, his expression serious. He closed his eyes and began to meditate, restoring himself to a state of complete harmony.

Then, his mind became absorbed, and the Witch God's Soul in the Nether Sea suddenly unleashed its soul power, tracking the subtle connection generated by the faint light within his body, and locking onto the distant coordinates that he had sensed countless times before.

How far away is it?
Song Changming himself was unaware of this, only feeling that it could no longer be measured using ordinary units of distance.

It is precisely because of this unknown distance that locking onto this coordinate is extremely difficult.

Over the past century, Song Changming has devoted countless efforts to this matter, and only now has he achieved some results.

"After I'm gone, you take good care of Kyushu for me." After locking onto the location, Song Changming opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and then said to Yuan San in front of him.

"Rest assured, Master," Yuan San replied.

Over the past century, Yuan San's Yin God Primordial Body has recovered considerably, and his strength has also increased significantly, making his ancient aura extremely awe-inspiring.

Even Song Changming himself wasn't sure if he could still defeat this Yin God Ancestor without using the Witch King Seal.

With him staying behind to guard the Nine Provinces, Song Changming felt very at ease.

"So."

Song Changming looked at the precious mirror in his hand. He no longer needed to make any preparations and it was time for him to set off.

Without hesitation, with a thought, the magic mirror began to emit streams of soft mirror light.

Then, another portal of light slowly opened in front of Song Changming.

The opening of the portal appeared to be no different from the portal opened using the magic mirror previously.

However, Song Changming possessed a pair of spatial eyes, which keenly sensed that the spatial energy emanating from the light gate was dozens or even hundreds of times more concentrated than when he used the treasure mirror before!

More importantly, invisible spatial turbulence shot out from this portal of light, increasingly affecting the stable spatial environment of the place over time, making the surrounding space appear more and more distorted.

Song Changming realized that this portal of light could not be delayed, otherwise the space in this far north region might be disrupted and collapsed.

As soon as he stepped inside, Song Changming's figure quickly disappeared into the light and shadow, and there was no trace of him left in this world.

Then the portal slowly closed, and the disturbed space was smoothed out, everything returned to normal, except that Song Changming had disappeared without a trace.

Yuan San watched Song Changming leave in silence.

"The original earth, huh?" he murmured, a hint of reminiscence and contemplation flashing in his eyes.

His past memories were always fragmented and incomplete, even chaotic.

During this time, as his decaying Yin spirit body gradually recovered, the fragments of memories in his mind also increased slightly.

The word "original" had become familiar to him.

(End of this chapter)