Chapter 28: Repercussions

Wang Heng naturally nodded repeatedly.

"Though I've lost my memory, I've gained immense and astonishing spiritual power, a blessing in disguise.

With the Supreme Soul Seed to aid me, the road ahead is bright."

The Mystical Vine Elder sighed with admiration, pleased that the Celestial King Wang Geng had such an offspring.

Formerly, when 'Wang Heng' would often visit, the Elder personally assisted in laying his foundation, intimately familiar with his situation.

If the old 'Wang Heng' had pursued the path of cultivation, his achievements would certainly have fallen short of the current Wang Heng.

An amnesia and a subsequent awakening changed everything, allowing Wang Heng to achieve a great leap forward.

The Immortal Vine was convinced that within the entire Ancient Realm, Wang Heng now overwhelmingly surpassed all other cultivators across various facets.

When speaking of the future, it suddenly fell silent, its thoughts turbulent, unable to settle as if burdened by some disquieting memory.

After a long while, it spoke again.

"The future will not be peaceful, filled with blood and fire, as endless battles rage across all realms."

I remember the Immortal King once sat in still meditation for a century, each day gazing downstream at the river of time, attempting to glimpse something ahead to make preparations.

Unfortunately, even one as powerful as the Immortal King cannot reverse the tides of cause and effect, nor foretell the future.

To act forcibly and prematurely, the cost would be too great, triggering unpredictable upheaval; thus, the Immortal King could only abandon such endeavors in resignation.

In summary, a cataclysm that will affect all heavens and ages is drawing near.

For your generation of young ones, time is running out. If you cannot step into the realm of an Immortal King in the limited time available, when the cataclysm arrives, you might not even have the ability to protect yourselves."

The Immortal Vine sighed deeply, expressing concern for the future.

True Immortal Wang Mian, merely a true immortal himself, heard of these calamities for the first time, finding himself at a loss.

According to the Immortal Vine, when the cataclysm hits, only Immortal Kings will have the power to preserve themselves.

And what of him, a true immortal? What path should he take?

Wang Heng seemed to have guessed the meaning of "cataclysm," probably referring to the Great Reckoning.

In some mysterious way, many powerful Immortal Kings had a premonition of its impending approach, preparing several eras in advance.

His own father, an Immortal King, possessed unparalleled mastery in the way of the primordial spirit and could naturally sense its coming.

Wang Geng's premonition of crisis might not stem from the Great Reckoning, but from another realm. Although the machinations of that realm are suppressed by ancient artifacts and hidden by numerous Immortal Kings, the heavenly secrets are obscured, and no one could predict that they would suddenly launch a full-scale invasion, determined to annihilate the Primitive Ancient World.

"Why is Senior Immortal Vine so worried? In our world, we have the supreme Immortal King overseeing everything, unassailable like a fortress. Even if a great catastrophe were to occur, we can pass through safely," Wang Mian expressed with reverence and faith, convinced that with the protection of the Immortal King titans, the Primitive Ancient World would not suffer disaster.

The Immortal Vine sighed, its leaves quivering.

"You don't understand, at that time, even the Immortal Kings themselves would be in peril."

Wang Mian found it hard to believe. Could such a great calamity occur where even the supreme Immortal Kings were at risk?

"Forget it, it's too early to tell you these things now. At your level, you simply can't comprehend them," it acknowledged. Such matters are either understood or not; excessive explanation is futile.

Then, the Immortal Vine gestured for Wang Heng to approach it alone.

Wang Heng, following its instruction, stood directly beneath the Immortal Vine.

It moved its body, invoking the source of the universal Dao, and with its unparalleled Daoist prowess, etched characters upon its leaves.

These markings were traces of the Dao, involving destiny, fate, and more.

Each leaf of the vine held a profoundly intricate ancient character, embodying the essence of the stars and containing the chaos akin to a vast, boundless ancient realm.

Wang Heng gazed up at these essence-concentrated characters, his soul trembled with awe. It was indeed the grandeur of a nearly ascendant ruler, encapsulating so much within a single character, a culmination of at least hundreds of thousands of ancient characters.

As he pondered, the characters upon the vine leaves took form under the Immortal Vine's command, transforming into streams of light that danced through the void, inciting an astonishing phenomenon.

Subsequently, they surged toward Wang Heng one after another.

They appeared gentle, like a breeze brushing one's face or water trickling by, nourishing silently.

The streams of light streaked across the sky, descending into Wang Heng's head, becoming an invisible and intangible breath suspended above Wang Heng's primordial spirit. They lingered briefly before vanishing within him.

Dozens of light streams disappeared throughout his primordial spirit and flesh, yet during the entire process, Wang Heng felt nothing.

However, deep within, he sensed something had entered his being, though upon closer inspection, he perceived nothing.

"As a spirit of the domain, worshiped day and night by all beings, I possess many things even immortal kings lack. The blessing I bestow surpasses that of ordinary immortal kings.

Next, I shall harness a portion of the cosmos's great fortune to pave the way for your path to invincibility," the Immortal Vine spoke.

As its voice faded, a series of ancient incantations filled with age and mystery flowed from its mouth, words Wang Heng could not comprehend.

Thanks to Wang Mian's whispered guidance, Wang Heng understood the ancient incantation.

The chant transformed a million years of this realm's fortune into an invisible armor, safeguarding Wang Heng under the name of the Immortal Vine.

Once the spell was cast, the vow was sealed.

Wang Heng felt enveloped by a warm stream, his entire being filled with indescribable ease, undergoing unfathomable changes in both soul and body.

"Boom!"

The backlash came swiftly as unbidden heavenly lightning descended from the skies, mercilessly striking the Immortal Vine.

Bolts hit its roots and leaves, densely packed like a torrential rain, unleashing a mighty spectacle.

Wang Heng was alarmed. This was a terrifying backlash aimed at a prospective Celestial King.

Without Wang Mian's protection, the mere overflow of energy would have been enough to kill him countless times.

After the deafening echoes faded, the Immortal Vine was left battered and bruised, its many leaves blasted apart, riddled with charred holes, and its roots cloaked in darkness, gravely injured.

Before it could catch its breath, an ancient voice pierced through all barriers, reverberating endlessly in the void.

The owner of the voice was evidently furious.

"Who dares to sever the fortunes of the realm, obstructing another's path?"

This was a prospective Celestial King, unaffiliated with the Wang family.

At this moment, he extended his majestic form across the starry sky outside the Immortal King's residence, vast beyond description, reducing stars to mere specks of insignificant dust before him.

He was seething with rage. Sitting cross-legged above a celestial spring, he had been immersed in deep meditation, only to be abruptly disturbed when the essence of heaven and earth suddenly plummeted. The celestial spring beneath him was also affected, breaking his concentration.

Upon further investigation, he discovered that someone had used immense spiritual prowess to sever the fortune of this realm.

Such an action would ensure that no extraordinary figures would emerge from this domain for a million years, as the overall concentration of spiritual essence would decline, affecting all aspects across the board.