I See the Aura of the Great Emperor in All My Disciples

Chapter 1944: Chapter 1944: The Heaven Suppressing Pagoda Is My Creation

It had to be said, if gaining even partial control over the Forbidden Land was possible, then Shi Sheng was interested in this opportunity.

But... how? After obtaining the Star Map’s inheritance, would he truly be able to control this world?

It seemed the old man had noticed Shi Sheng’s confusion.

The elder’s voice rang out again from amidst the stars: ”Both the Forbidden Land and the Star Map were created by me alone. Moreover, the stability and power that sustain the whole core of this pagoda are released from the star power within the Star Map.”

”So you’re saying, the entire pagoda is maintained by the Star Map?”

The old man laughed: ”That’s right. But if you think that inheriting my legacy and controlling the Star Map means you can master everything within the pagoda—or even the Forbidden Land—you can’t. Not only would you need to fully master my inheritance, you would also require an immense amount of immortal aura. Though I don’t know why you possess Divine Energy in your body, your realm is still too low.”

Shi Sheng shook his head. ”Being able to control part of it is already enough.”

”Then do you still wish to leave? If you want to give up inheriting my legacy and just enter the Forbidden Land now, I can grant that, too.”

Shi Sheng glanced at the state of the Forbidden Land below, his gaze resolute. ”Senior, let us begin.”

The old man nodded slightly. ”I see you carry the Heaven Suppressing Pagoda within you; then you must also possess the star essence. In that case, I shall merge the Star Map with this pagoda—they share the same origin, after all.”

Shi Sheng was slightly startled. ”Senior, how did you know about the Heaven Suppressing Pagoda?”

What’s more, every disciple from The Cottage had restrictions placed by Lu Chang’sheng. Unless one’s realm surpassed his, it would be impossible to sense what they carried inside.

At this moment—

Threads of starlight gathered before Shi Sheng, and an elder draped in a blue long-robe, with a flowing beard, appeared before him.

Shi Sheng cupped his fists in respect to the elder.

The old man waved his hand dismissively. ”The Heaven Suppressing Pagoda was personally forged by me in those years.”

Shi Sheng was stunned.

It had always been said that the Heaven Suppressing Pagoda had consumed the efforts of countless refiners from the four realms, and the souls of the Human Ancestors.

The old man smiled. ”Of course, I only provided the blueprint for its refinement. The final forging was my work as well. Using the star essence as a key was also my idea. As long as one draws near, I’m naturally able to sense its presence.”

”So, Senior, you already knew of The Mortal Realm’s plight back then?”

The elder replied, ”The Immortal Realm’s scheme began on multiple fronts at once. Most of their power was directed against our Chaos Divine Dynasty. The Mortal Realm was besieged through the Demon Realm and their kin.”

”They did that mainly to tie down more of the Immortal Realm’s attention with The Mortal Realm.” The old man’s pupils seemed to pierce through time and space, burning with the chaos of war!

”And yet, for a realm whose luck was so prosperous—so much so that even when reading the stars, I felt The Mortal Realm could rise to greatness in a short time—by rights, their fortune should not have allowed for such a sudden collapse of martial arts and the cutting off of the immortal path.”

”This is something I’ve never been able to understand.” As the old man recounted the events of the past, he shook his head slowly.

Shi Sheng interjected, ”I don’t know the details either, Senior. All I heard was that, during its peak, The Mortal Realm was renowned throughout the six worlds.”

The old man smiled. ”Though its top strength couldn’t rival the Chaos Realm, in terms of upward momentum and strength within the same realm, The Mortal Realm was unmatched. Its luck could even rival the Chaos Divine Dynasty. However...”

The elder’s gaze turned to Shi Sheng, carrying a strange, ambiguous look. ”From the peak to the precipice, the luck of The Mortal Realm now seems to be stirring again...”

Shi Sheng looked puzzled.

”Enough.” The elder smiled, shaking his head. ”In time, all will be known. You seem eager. Let’s begin the inheritance.”

Shi Sheng was surprised. ”There’s no test?”

Typically, every great inheritance required a trial to judge the worthiness of the successor.

But the old man shook his head. ”You have already passed the trial. If we must say so, one last test awaits you.”

Passed?

When?

Shi Sheng was about to ask when the old man’s voice suddenly rang out, grave and commanding: ”Prepare yourself!”

With that—

He started to form seals and gestures; the azure robe he wore began to flutter, driven by trails of starlight!

The once peaceful starry sky erupted into a frenzy!

Countless stars, glowing faintly—sometimes bright, sometimes dim—without exception, all burst into radiant starlight!

One after another, from afar to near, like sparks kindling a prairie fire, they exploded!

An endless cascade of starlight, carrying overwhelming star power, surged toward the old man’s hands.

Under Shi Sheng’s heavy gaze—

The elder pressed his hands firmly onto Shi Sheng’s Dantian, channeling a torrent of star power within!

Bam!

In just an instant!

Shi Sheng felt his Starry Sky Dantian fill to the brim—and it kept expanding!

His whole body swelled up like an inflated balloon!

Crack!

The crushing star power overflowed through Shi Sheng’s Five Organs and Six Orifices, every limb and bone! The pressure was maddening!

Bones and viscera ruptured all at once!

This kind of sudden, explosive agony was not something any ordinary person could endure!

Shi Sheng’s eyes flew wide open, blood streaming down from his sockets. Next, blood poured from every pore, and in a single breath, his ballooned body turned into a bloody figure!

The swelling left Shi Sheng unable to make a sound, as if his throat and vocal cords had been pulverized!

This excruciating agony—

Yet within his soul, a wisp of gold and green aura clung, keeping his Spirit Platform lucid at all times.

This forced clarity made the pain even more unbearable...

The old man looked at the utterly miserable and terrifying Shi Sheng, and spoke coolly: ”This is your final trial. Endure, and your strength will soar—you shall inherit my legacy. Fail and you may well die.”

The greater the fortune, the greater the risk.

To seize remarkable luck, one must also shoulder the suffering it brings.

This hurdle—Shi Sheng could only grit his teeth and bear it.

By chance... among the disciples of The Cottage, except for Blackie, Shi Sheng was the one most capable of enduring this primitive pain.

After all, upon entering the sect, he had tempered his mortal body with Ye Qiubai’s sword intent.

Watching the still-conscious Shi Sheng, the elder nodded slightly, then looked down toward the Forbidden Land.

”The sudden collapse of luck in The Mortal Realm... yet now, compared to its peak, luck is even stronger than before. Could it be because of you all?”

”An unobservable wisp of chaos—perhaps that relates to you as well... It would seem, the schemes of the Immortal Realm will have to be broken by your hands.”