Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 290

Chapter 290 The Lost National Destiny

. A mysterious energy, never before seen, rose from the cultivators, wisps of energy, ever-changing and unpredictable.

Within the Immortal Dynasty, every inch of land radiated with mysterious energy, like smoke from a cooking stove.   Some

cultivators reached out to grasp it, but it was as if they were encountering an illusion; no matter what they tried, they could not grasp it.

The mysterious energy filled every inch of space, gradually forming into bundles and sheets, gaining direction and converging into a single location.   ”This is…” Yu Feng was astonished; he had never seen such a force before.   ”This is national destiny, a newly   born national destiny,” Jiang Li explained. The Heavenly Venerable opened his arms to welcome the newly born power of   national destiny. The power of national destiny converged from all directions, like a vast ocean flowing into a bottomless cave. It continuously condensed and compacted, ultimately forming a mask that constantly shifted in form.   The Holy Immortal Dynasty used national destiny as its mask.   The Heavenly Venerable considered what the Immortal Dynasty’s national destiny should be: a guillotine that slew countless innocent souls, a hidden weapon harboring murderous intent, or perhaps a predatory beast.   He rejected all of these.   The more realistic the approach, the stronger the national destiny. These options weren’t the best.   Guillotines, hidden weapons, wild beasts—they all represented slaughter. With these as the national destiny, the Immortal Dynasty would be plunged into endless battle and ultimately self-destruction.   After careful consideration, Tianzun ultimately chose the mask.   On the Tonggu Continent, everyone wore a mask, concealing their true feelings.   Assassinations, betrayals, false smiles, acting… Tonggu Continent played out similar yet different routines every day.   Even Tianzun wasn’t aboveboard, secretly destroying books to lower the overall standard.   ”Is this the power of national destiny?” Tianzun felt a surge of strength surge into him, its power rising gradually before finally reaching its peak.   ”But why doesn’t it feel strong?” Tianzun felt that while he had grown stronger, he wasn’t fully enhanced.   Compared to the descriptions in the classics, it seemed a little weaker.   The classics said that receiving the blessing of national destiny was equivalent to reaching the Tribulation Crossing Stage.   But he only had a quarter of the power of a Tribulation Crossing Stage, the weakest stage at that.   ”What’s the problem? The number of cultivators? The Immortal Dynasty already has more than enough.”   Tianzun felt that five million cultivators was an extremely terrifying number; he doubted any other nation could boast such a vast number.   But now was not the time to dwell on such matters. Tianzun continued to preside over the ceremony.   Da Zizai Arhat was writing furiously nearby, recording this historic moment.   He had been appointed by Tianzun as the historian, responsible for recording the history of the Immortal Dynasty.   ”On the first day of the first lunar month of the first year of the Immortal Dynasty, Tianzun, embracing the universal sympathy and the wishes of the cultivators, united the people’s hearts and minds, performed great deeds of heaven and earth, and established the Holy Immortal Dynasty. Nearly ten million cultivators exclaimed, ‘Your Excellency is wise, and Your Excellency is immortal and invincible.'”   Da Zizai Arhat paused, seeing no one seemed to be shouting “Your Excellency is wise.” So he put down his pen, raised his hand, and shouted, “Your Excellency is wise,” and continued recording history.   ”National destiny rises, condensing into a mask. The Celestial Venerable receives the blessing of national destiny, becoming invincible. The Immortal Dynasty will be everlasting and immortal, lasting forever.”   The Celestial Venerable raised his arms and shouted, “I will sacrifice the lives of millions of mortals in blood to the great national defense formation. May my Immortal Dynasty live as long as the heavens!”   The Blood River Patriarch cleared a large open space, where millions of mortals were neatly arranged.   They knelt on the ground, their eyes clear, and shouted in unison.   ”The Celestial Venerable lives forever, his power reaches the heavens. The Immortal Dynasty will endure forever, beginning today!”   ”The Celestial Venerable lives forever, his power reaches the heavens. The Immortal Dynasty will endure forever, beginning today!”   ”Our mortal lives are worthless. We die for the Celestial Venerable, for the Immortal Dynasty. In life, we are its subjects; in death, we are its ghosts. After death, we will protect the Immortal Dynasty forever!”   ”Our mortal lives are worthless. We die for the Celestial Venerable, for the Immortal Dynasty. In life, we are its subjects; in death, we are its ghosts. After death, we will protect the Immortal Dynasty forever!”   The cultivators looked at each other, never having seen such a scene. They had expected these cowardly mortals to beg for mercy, to cry out; this was how they had always behaved when they killed mortals.   Unexpectedly, the mortals at the founding ceremony stood out from the crowd, willingly accepting death.   It was unknown what tactics the Blood River Patriarch employed.   The Celestial Venerable was delighted with their performance; only such exceptional mortals were worthy of this unique founding ceremony throughout eternity.   The Holy Immortal Dynasty was the first dynasty on the Tonggu Continent to be composed entirely of immortal cultivators, destined to go down in history.   ”In life, you are a citizen of the Immortal Dynasty; in death   , you are a ghost of the Immortal Dynasty.” “In life, you are a citizen of the Immortal Dynasty; in death, you are a ghost of the Immortal Dynasty.”   Gradually, Tianzun realized something was amiss. The power of national destiny was rapidly fading. He desperately tried to grasp this hard-earned strength, but national destiny was like sand: the tighter he grasped, the faster it slipped away.   In the end, national destiny vanished completely, not a trace left!   Tianzun quickly understood the cause—these mortals.   Not everyone registered as a citizen of the Immortal Dynasty was a citizen, and the registration book wasn’t some immortal artifact.   Anyone who considered themselves a citizen of the Immortal Dynasty was a citizen.   These mortals, like toads dreaming of swan flesh, delude themselves into believing they were citizens of the Immortal Dynasty!   The prerequisite for national destiny to flourish was that at least 90% of the population must be cultivators. Five million cultivators mixed in with one million mortals reduced that percentage to 80%!   And he couldn’t kill these mortals.   After these mortals die, the Immortal Dynasty will also count them among its people.   The dead are also citizens.   There is only one way to reunite the nation’s destiny: train all these mortals into cultivators!   ”Xuehe, this is the surprise you gave me!” Thinking of the smug expression on the Blood River Patriarch’s face, Tianzun was furious.   He had lost all face!

“Heaven, Heavenly Venerable, it was all an accident…” Blood River Patriarch explained tremblingly. His national fortune vanished, his mask vanished, and Heavenly Venerable’s expression of utter fury was particularly chilling.

For the first time, Blood River Patriarch, a murderer of countless lives, felt the threat of death.

“Die!”

Heavenly Venerable struck down, confining space. Blood River Patriarch’s cultivation vanished and poured into Heavenly Venerable’s body. His body shattered into particles, scattered across heaven and earth. His soul was shattered, leaving no trace of him in the mortal world or the underworld.

“Is Heavenly Venerable performing the Devouring Technique?” Senior Sister Wu Lian exclaimed inwardly, daring not to utter a word.

She watched Heavenly Venerable devour Blood River Patriarch’s power. While his technique was far more sophisticated than Ma Pingfan’s, the essence was the same.

“Where are the East and West Prisoners!”

“I am here.” The East and West Prisoners appeared.

The remaining five Fusion Stage cultivators were astonished; they hadn’t expected there were hidden Fusion Stage cultivators.

Heavenly Venerable had intentionally concealed these two individuals, and the meaning was self-evident.

“Besides Blood River, who else has taught these damned mortals?” Heavenly Venerable gnashed his teeth.

After killing the Blood River Patriarch, Tianzun’s rage remained undimmed. He still wanted to kill more.

The two Fusion Stage cultivators, seeing Tianzun’s expression, were also afraid, fearing that Tianzun would vent his anger on them.

“To answer Tianzun, there is another young man named Yu Feng. To be more precise, he is the main person teaching the mortals. Xuehe is just following his advice.”

The East and West Supervisors pointed at Yu Feng in the crowd.

(End of this chapter)