I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Chen Yuan's self-awareness had nearly completely immersed into the mind power of all living beings. It wasn't the consciousness of one person, but the collective consciousness of hundreds of thousands, and what Chen Yuan would encounter would also be the life experiences of these hundreds of thousands.

Normally, it wouldn't matter much, as the backlash from the power of all living beings wouldn't be too significant. But, by coincidence, this time was the critical moment for his breakthrough, merging with his inner demons.

The impact caused by this far exceeded the extent of one plus one equaling two.

Although Chen Yuan had lived two lifetimes, with a sturdy Divine Soul, the gap was still too large compared to hundreds of thousands of people.

Ordinary people, Jianghu martial artists, Beiliang soldiers, Demon Dao fiends—countless life trajectories were vastly different. At first, Chen Yuan managed to stay conscious, knowing that he was likely on the verge of a breakthrough.

But as more and more transformations occurred, his self-awareness dimmed.

The resulting impact was that the crack on the Heavenly Core within his Dantian deepened. Once Chen Yuan fully succumbed, the Heavenly Core would collapse, and the Primordial Spirit would also be unable to withstand the washing of Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy, thus perishing.

Failure to breakthrough meant death!

The noble purple energy, gathered from the distant East, grew increasingly dense, spanning nearly a thousand miles, and the prefecture where Wudang Mountain resided was only this vast.

The old Heavenly Master glanced deeply at Chen Yuan, his eyes flickering as if he had thought of something. Then he turned his gaze toward Moluo, and spoke: "Friend Moluo, this purple energy…."

Moluo exhaled a breath of foul air and said in a low voice:

"Chen Yuan's identity is indeed extraordinary; he is the direct descendant of the Xiang Family from the former Chu, with deep noble blood."

The old Heavenly Master had already guessed some of the situation, so Moluo no longer concealed it.

Besides, the higher Chen Yuan's potential, the more it suited their intentions, didn't it?

It presented a hundred benefits and not a single harm.

"It is indeed so."

The old Heavenly Master nodded slightly.

Although what Moluo said differed somewhat from his speculations, it was largely the same. After all, not just anyone could summon purple energy, as the Taoist sect held purple in highest esteem.

A dynasty revered purple.

Only those truly blessed with great Qi Fortune could summon the descent of purple energy, whether it was a human world emperor or a great sage of the human race; none were ordinary people.

According to his understanding, the founding ancestor of Wudang Mountain, Zhenwu Great Emperor, who forged a mighty reputation during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, was born sacred, protected by purple energy.

He established the lineage of the Wudang Mountain Taoist sect.

Benefiting for a millennium.

This Chen Yuan was clearly such a person. If coupled with the Xiang Family blood within him, he was even more extraordinary, as the Chu Grand Ancestor 'Yu' was the Martial God of the human world.

Renowned as the second Martial Emperor of the human race.

How could his bloodline descendants be mundane?

No wonder Moluo valued him so much, always staying by his side, presumably to protect his path and aid his growth, hoping Chen Yuan could assist them in the future.

The reason behind 'them' was that the circumstances Chen Yuan and Moluo were willing to risk made him feel a sense of closeness, perhaps really as Moluo said.

In certain places, there existed a group of people overlooking the human world.

"Many people know Chen Yuan came to Wudang Mountain. The matter of purple energy is significant, please kindly help conceal it somewhat," said Moluo, hands together in prayer.

"Alright."

The old Heavenly Master agreed. With a thought, the Dao Yun around him slowly merged with the air, enveloping the surroundings, disguising the purple energy as ordinary clouds.

Of course, such a grand occurrence couldn't be completely concealed.

At least powerful individuals at the level of a Yang God True Monarch could perceive some situations.

However, within this prefecture, aside from the Wudang Immortal Sect, no other sects took root.

Thus, only a few people could see through it.

Among these people were Wei Jinfeng, King of Beiliang, and the head of the Wudang Seven Sons, Song Yingqiao. Originally, Wei Jinfeng was silently waiting for good news to arrive from the mountain peak.

As the purple energy just gathered, he perceived it, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

Purple Qi Comes from the East!

Could it be because of Chen Yuan?

It wasn't unreasonable for him to think this way, as the direction of the purple energy seemed to point to the summit of Wudang Mountain, and aside from the old Heavenly Master, it was only Chen Yuan there.

There had been no such changes before, which naturally made him think that the changes in Chen Yuan triggered the purple energy.

"Xiang Family blood, Purple Qi Comes from the East, could it be destiny?"

Wei Jinfeng murmured to himself.

An 800-year-old Great Chu, could it be revived once more through this young man?

It wasn't unreasonable for him to think so, as he had already learned that Chen Yuan was the son of Xiang Qianqiu, so he had always been paying close attention, easily leading his thoughts in this direction.

Song Yingqiao furrowed his brows, his eyes flickered, pondering something.

Meanwhile, about twenty miles from Wudang Mountain, in the void, Xiang Qianqiu slowly emerged, his eyes emitting a faint light capable of seeing through the enormous purple energy that was about to shroud Wudang Mountain.

There was some hesitation in his eyes.

With such a colossal purple energy as a shield, it might already rival the Grand Ancestor.

In this situation, should he still execute that plan?

But if he gave up, he felt unwilling. He had plotted it for decades, during which he turned a blind eye to his wife's death and his only son's wandering, bestowing his double pupils' spirit rhyme to Xiang Lingtian.

Abandoning everything!

Only for the revival of the Great Chu!

Xiang Qianqiu contemplated with deep eyes, his black robe flapping in the wind.

In the Capital, within the Stargazing Tower.

While cultivating, Jingtai's brow unconsciously furrowed, feeling an unusual sensation creeping up his heart, making him uncomfortable and averse.

"Could it be that something went wrong with cultivation?"

Jingtai thought to himself.

Letting out a long breath of foul air, he slowly ended his cultivation, the blood-colored radiance around him swiftly retreating, pausing his cultivation today, feeling that continuing could foster inner demons.