The Future of Wanluo Immortal Realm

Xing Pojun withdrew his fist and settled his stance.

The light on the seven dark stars completely subsided, returning to their previous dim, slumber-like crimson. They slowly shrank, drifting back behind Xing Pojun, and began to revolve at a leisurely pace.

“The seat of the First Ancestor is secure in your hands.”

Xing Pojun’s voice was deep, but each word carried weight.

“I’m not saying you’re qualified—because that qualification was given by Zixu, and it doesn’t require my approval.”

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts. Xing Pojun was not a man of many words; his way of expression had always been with his fists, not his tongue.

But at this moment, he felt there were things that had to be said.

“What I’m saying is: you have the ability. The ability to hold that seat firm.”

Xing Pojun turned and flew toward the palace. The seven dark stars followed behind him, rotating quietly, like seven veterans who had finally completed their mission, accompanying their general home.

Gu Changyuan stood in the vast starry sky, watching Xing Pojun’s receding back. A fine layer of sweat dotted his brow.

With four edicts unleashed simultaneously, amplified by the heavenly law of Luotian, the consumption was indeed considerable.

If his opponent hadn’t merely been testing his abilities, continuing the fight might have left him with little chance of victory.

Xing Pojun was an Immortal Emperor—not an ordinary one, but an ancient, veteran Immortal Emperor, a conqueror tempered through countless wars.

The gap in cultivation between an Immortal Emperor and an Immortal King was as vast as heaven and earth.

Gu Changyuan was still only an Immortal King, even with the enhancement of Luotian and the support of the Tianmu Star Origin Method.

Against a true Immortal Emperor going all out, he still lacked full certainty.

And if he wished to become an Immortal Emperor swiftly, the fastest way was to bring the Star Clan into his sphere of influence.

Gu Changyuan took a deep breath.

The star power in the sea of stars surged into his body with that breath, flowing through his meridians, replenishing the energy he had expended.

He activated his technique, swiftly calming his aura and regaining composure, then followed Xing Pojun back to his seat among the Ten Thousand Phenomena Ancestors in the palace.

Xing Wuyi remained expressionless. Xing Weiyang was still slumped over the stone table, though her sleeping posture had returned to normal—she must have felt at ease after the battle just now.

Gu Changyuan’s gaze fell back on Xing Huang, the one easier to converse with.

Xing Huang sensed the weight of his look. The smile on her face faded slightly.

She knew what she had to say now.

Xing Huang let out a soft breath—light, yet prolonged, like a sigh held back for thousands of years, finally released.

Her gaze moved away from Gu Changyuan and settled on the swirling star chart on the dome ceiling.

Her golden eyes reflected the light of the stars, flickering in her pupils as if the memories of countless ages were replaying within them.

“You should already know the titles of the Seven Star Ancestors,” she said.

“Ten Thousand Stars, Ten Thousand Phenomena, Heavenly Calculation, Conquest, Wheel of Fate, Radiance, and Return to Nothingness.”

As Xing Huang recited each name, the corresponding pattern on the back of each stone throne glowed faintly in turn.

“Among them, Ten Thousand Phenomena, Heavenly Calculation, and Wheel of Fate master the art of divination. They can peer into the future, reading heavenly secrets from the arrangement of stars, and inferring destiny from the movement of the celestial orbits.”

Xing Huang’s voice paused, the light in her eyes flickering.

“But the ways they divine the future are each their own.”

Xuanji was born with the Heaven-Viewing Myriad Stars Pupils, possessing an almost greedy curiosity toward all things in existence.

He could directly "see" the entire process of an object from its beginning to its end, understanding its origin and determining its outcome.

The Star Clan’s astrology, divination, and the Myriad Stars Star Chart all originated from him."

Her gaze shifted from the second stone seat to the third.

"And Xing Wuyi was ‘calculation.’ To him, everything in the world was quantifiable data.

A person’s cultivation could be measured, a faction’s strength could be measured, the rise and fall of an era could be measured—even fate itself.

He believed it, too, could be quantified, and as long as it could be quantified, he could calculate within it whatever he wished to know, including the future."

Xing Huang’s gaze moved from Xing Wuyi to the fifth stone seat.

"Xing Buyu was different from both Xuanji and Xing Wuyi.

Xuanji ‘sees,’ Xing Wuyi ‘calculates,’ and Xing Buyu ‘senses.’

He could perceive the ‘Destiny Star’ of all things. A bright Destiny Star signified thriving vitality, flourishing fortune, and a bright path ahead; a dim Destiny Star indicated the imminent end of one’s luck, dwindling fortune, and a rocky road forward; an extinguished Destiny Star meant death and utter void."

A flicker of complex emotion appeared in Xing Huang’s eyes.

"Then, several thousand years ago, Xing Buyu did something.

Xing Buyu was a person of a very quiet nature. He rarely spoke and seldom took the initiative to do anything.

But sometimes, idle thoughts would suddenly strike him.

One day, out of boredom, he had a whim. He expended a massive amount of spiritual energy to peer into the ‘Destiny Star’ of the Myriad Luo Immortal Realm."

Her voice paused, and a faint, barely perceptible tremor passed through her golden eyes.

"What he saw was utter darkness.

Immediately afterward, Xing Buyu suffered severe backlash from that act of peering.

The Wheel of Fate never incurred backlash when inspecting a Destiny Star, because the Destiny Star was his domain. When he looked at what belonged to him, the Heavenly Dao should not have interfered.

But that day, the Heavenly Dao did interfere.

It did not stop him from looking—it punished him for looking at something he was not meant to see."

Her fingers lightly tightened around the armrest of the stone seat.

"Xing Buyu was gravely injured. It took a long time for him to recover.

But upon recovery, his first words were: ‘It was not an illusion. What I saw was not an illusion.’

The Destiny Star of the Myriad Luo Immortal Realm truly no longer existed.

In other words, the entire Myriad Luo Immortal Realm would, at most within ten thousand years, dissolve into nothingness."

Xing Huang’s gaze fell upon Gu Changyuan’s face, observing his reaction.

Gu Changyuan’s expression remained largely unchanged, but a deeper look emerged in his eyes.

"When this revelation came out, we were all shaken.

Naturally, we believed in Xing Buyu’s observation. Among the seven founders of the Star Clan, the word ‘doubt’ did not exist."

Her gaze swept across the three empty seats.

"The Star Clan had always been in seclusion. We never associated with any faction, never participated in any conflicts, never took sides, and never formed alliances.

After that, we strengthened our seals even further, making the Star Clan completely and utterly hidden.

Not because we feared being affected, not because we feared being implicated—but because we needed time.

Time to find the answer."

"After that, Xuanji and Xing Wuyi began unceasingly performing divinations on the future of the Myriad Luo Immortal Realm."

Xing Huang’s fingers lightly traced across the stone table.

"Xuanji focused on the process—on ‘observation.’ He looked for the ‘why.’ What had caused the end of the Myriad Luo Immortal Realm?

He had read it countless times, and each time he saw more or less the same thing.

The future of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Realm suddenly broke off at a certain node.

Wu Yi was performing 'divination,' and every calculation yielded the same conclusion: the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Realm had lost its state in an instant, becoming incalculable.