Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 763 - 754 Altar

When the Heavenly Mechanism began to dimly light up.

The Divine King, bringing Mo Wangchen and Little Ziyue, continued toward the great mountain ahead.

Mo Wangchen’s heart was filled with doubt; he did not know where exactly the Divine King intended to take the two of them.

But he did not ask any questions; now, he had obtained the Divine King’s Heavenly Subduing Technique, a Heavenly Reversing Great Creation.

This filled Mo Wangchen’s heart with ecstasy; the trip to the Void Realm was truly worthwhile.

Yet, what intrigued him even more was the nature of this place—what had it all evolved from?

Though he knew it was an Illusion Realm, it was exceedingly realistic.

Even more so than when he previously entered the Emperor Fallen Mountain Range and fell into a dream under the Bodhi Tree.

Little Ziyue, still angry, blamed the Divine King for killing the Great Elder.

But to this, the Divine King did not say anything back, he just turned a blind eye to Little Ziyue’s tantrums from beginning to end.

When she was hungry, he would slay the Monster Beasts of the mountain for their flesh and blood, and when tired, the Divine King would hold her in his arms, letting her sleep peacefully.

Throughout the journey, Mo Wangchen also spoke little until, after several days, he gradually began to accept his current identity.

Calling the Divine King "Father" no longer seemed as awkward as it had initially.

"Ziyue, don’t be mad at Daddy anymore. The Great Elder wanted to kill us, so Daddy had to take action and kill him," he explained one day.

One day, the Divine King left Mo Wangchen and Little Ziyue behind and went off alone, his destination unknown.

Mo Wangchen took the chance to explain what had happened that night to Little Ziyue.

Over this period, he had felt an immense paternal love from the Divine King. Whether it was Ji Changkong’s doubts or Little Ziyue’s perplexity, the Divine King would not allow anyone to harm them.

In the face of Little Ziyue’s blame, the Divine King remained silent and did not offer any explanation, because he did not want Little Ziyue to be exposed too much to matters of human nature.

His silent paternal love was profound!

But Mo Wangchen felt somewhat uncomfortable; he did not want to see his father, harbor any hurt feelings.

Even if such a grievance was trivial to the Divine King.

Originally, the Divine King had been deeply saddened by his wife’s cultivation of the Heavenly Reversing Evil Technique, which was heartless and unfeeling, and that was already a significant injury to him.

Now, in this world, only he and Little Ziyue remained, dependent on the Divine King for life. If even his own child could not understand him, what would the Divine King feel in his heart?

"Brother is lying; the Great Elder loved Ziyue very much, why would he want to kill us?"

Little Ziyue’s face showed suspicion; clearly, she was not inclined to believe Mo Wangchen’s words immediately.

Mo Wangchen smiled bitterly, "You’re still young; there are many things I can’t explain to you because they would affect your growth. Trust me, from now on when you talk to Daddy, don’t have so much resentment."

"Ziyue is already eight years old; I’m not a little child anymore, and my cultivation is at the first layer of Saint Venerable Realm, just like brother. Mom and Dad always praised Ziyue for being a little prodigy," Little Ziyue said poutingly.

Her eyes filled with suspicion, she scrutinized her brother, "Brother is only two years older than me."

Mo Wangchen was taken aback, finally realizing that he was, in truth, a younger Ji Changkong, merely ten years old, yet speaking to Little Ziyue with the demeanor of someone much older, which naturally seemed odd.

In the end, he simply stopped addressing her issues and let Little Ziyue play by herself with the mud; he continued to delve into the understanding of the Divine King’s Heavenly Subduing Technique.

"This technique is profoundly complex," Mo Wangchen thought, "Even with my intellect, after several days, I have only grasped the tip of the iceberg. To cultivate it to Mahayana, I fear it would take an exceedingly long time..."

What Mo Wangchen was most concerned about now was when the Void Realm would close and transport him back to his original era.

And once he was sent away, would the memories within this realm be stripped away and destroyed?

"In ancient times, before Heaven and Earth changed, once one’s cultivation reached the Peak of Heavenly Immortal Realm, and they made a breakthrough to become an Ancient God, Divine Status would be bestowed upon them. Could it be that the meaning of the Void Realm is for me to come here, become a god through proof of the Dao, and obtain Divine Status before leaving?"

Mo Wangchen was filled with doubts. If that were the case, it would be far too ridiculous.

Ji Changkong was a talent unmatched since the ancient times, yet even so, though now at the tender age of ten and possessing the cultivation of the first level of the Saint Venerable Realm, there was still a vast gap from the Heavenly Immortal Realm.

Could it be that he would have to spend decades or even centuries here?

That was clearly impossible!

If so, where would this Divine Status come from?

The others who had entered the Void Realm, where were they now? Were they like him, having traversed through aeons to assume another identity?

Mo Wangchen had no idea how much time had passed when, finally, the Bright Sun set in the west, and night began to darken the sky.

The Divine King, who had gone out earlier, eventually returned to Mo Wangchen and Little Ziyue’s side.

"Follow me."

The Divine King did not say much more, as if it was his usual nature. He glanced at Mo Wangchen, who had just emerged from a state of cultivation, and Little Ziyue, who was nearby sculpting little figures out of mud, and spoke.

Mo Wangchen felt puzzled. Night had fallen, and with Monster Beasts aplenty in the mountains, it was not suitable to travel. Even though the Divine King had unparalleled abilities, he was, after all, injured, and there was always a chance of accidents.

According to the routine of the past few days, the Divine King would normally choose to stay put and spend the night there.

Why then was he intending to press forward today?

The Divine King clearly had no intention of explaining the questions in Mo Wangchen’s heart.

He scooped Little Ziyue into his arms and then led Mo Wangchen through the pitch-black forest.

Not knowing how long had passed, Mo Wangchen sensed an oppressive atmosphere slowly permeating through the space, and as they advanced, this oppression seemed to grow considerably stronger.

Suddenly, ahead of them, a white glow appeared, twinkling like stars in the night sky.

Following the Divine King’s lead, when Mo Wangchen finally approached, he saw that the white light was emanating from an ancient altar.

In the desolate, smokeless mountains stood an ancient altar, of indeterminable age, radiating a sense of decay and time-worn dilapidation.

"What is this?"

Little Ziyue crawled down from the Divine King’s arms, ran curiously to the altar, and looked around.

"Ziyue, Changkong," the Divine King fell silent for a moment before continuing, "Daddy is going to take you to a place that’s very, very far away. Only there will you be able to grow safely."

"How far?" Little Ziyue pouted, her face full of confusion, "What about mother? Why isn’t she coming with us?"

The Divine King gave a wry smile and sighed. In the end, he offered no explanation.

He stepped onto the altar and searched for a long time until he finally found the method to activate it.