Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 935 - 930: Mending the Heavens Succeeded
At the bottom of the galaxy.
Yu Qian continued to harness the power of the five-colored divine stone to repair the galaxy’s chasm.
Strands of dao force surrounded him, radiating infinite brilliance that made him look like a celestial being.
"I thought repairing the galaxy would be more difficult than restoring the sixth heaven’s star dome, but it’s surprisingly easy!"
Yu Qian murmured to himself, his complexion rosy, as if he were engaged in ordinary cultivation instead of undertaking a task that has stumped countless celestial powers.
If outsiders heard his words, they’d probably be so furious they might vomit blood.
Repairing the sky?
Easy?
Can these two words be associated together?
Did you not see that Emperor Tian tirelessly rushed to the extreme north to battle the Old Ancestor of the Sky Turtle and hasn’t yet prepared the materials for sky repair.
Time slipped away slowly.
An hour!
Four hours!
Ten hours!
Three days...
Soon, ten days had passed.
During this period, the five-colored divine light in the galaxy’s chasm gradually turned into starlight, with only a few strands of divine light remaining on the most outer edge.
But in at most an hour, the transformation would be complete.
The myriad mighty beings of all clans in the heavens and myriad worlds became spirited, subconsciously widening their eyes, secretly anticipating.
In no more than an hour, they would know who is repairing the sky.
"Forget it!"
"Let’s try another way!"
Hesitating for several days, the ancestor shook his head and left in dismay.
He decided that he still could not act.
There are two main reasons.
Firstly, he doesn’t know who the sky repairer is and what if their cultivation is incredibly strong?
Secondly, he’s afraid that if he makes a move, it may result in a greater catastrophe, directly leading to the extinction of the human tribe.
An hour passed quickly.
Under the watchful eyes of the mighty, the last strand of five-colored divine light vanished, and the galaxy, charming and extraordinary, once again appeared before the eyes of the world.
"It succeeded!"
Yu Qian smiled faintly, waved his right hand, the five-colored divine stone fell into his palm, still shining brightly, though its energy had weakened significantly, to only a tenth of its peak.
Even so, it remains a rare treasure.
Given to a powerful artifact refiner, an extraordinary weapon can be forged.
"I should go see His Majesty!"
Afterward, Yu Qian accepted the five-colored divine stone, stepped forward, transformed into a colorful stream of light, crossed the galaxy, and descended upon the grand world.
Simultaneously, he also fell into the sight of countless strong beings.
"This is..."
"Human tribe!"
Saint Ancestor’s pupils shrank sharply, and he exclaimed in disbelief.
He had considered that the heavens’ will might act, or a hidden mighty being might act, but never expected the human tribe.
Because since the battle ended, the human tribe’s high officials have not shown their faces.
"A late-stage Daluo Golden Immortal from the human tribe?"
"How could someone with such low cultivation complete sky repair?"
War Ancestor’s deep eyes revealed a trace of bewilderment, utterly puzzled, not astonished by Yu Qian’s overwhelming power, but rather surprised at his inadequate strength.
If Yu Qian were an immortal lord, he would have felt it normal.
What is a Daluo Golden Immortal?
To him, it’s like an ant.
With such meager cultivation, unable even to withstand a ripple, how could sky repair succeed?
Yet Yu Qian succeeded, accomplishing what ordinary people cannot.
Suspicion!
Astonishment!
Filled War Ancestor’s heart, unable to be relieved for a long time.
"Human!"
"He is of the human tribe!"
"The one repairing the sky is of the human tribe!"
Having returned to the Ancestor Hall, the ancestor also saw Yu Qian’s appearance and stood up abruptly, as if sitting on pins and needles, blushing with pleasure.
He was too excited!
The sky repairer is of the human tribe, which means the human tribe’s crisis will be resolved.
"What?"
The three emperors, nine clan protectors, and the masters of eight great dynastic courts heard, exchanged glances, feeling a sense of unreality, and hurriedly looked up.
Moments later, the mighty were in an uproar!
The human tribe!
A member of the human tribe from a medium thousand world completed the sky-repairing feat.
"Everyone, do you think this person might truly be the Ziwei Emperor Star?"
At this moment, the ruler of the royal ruins flashed a gleam in his eyes, pondering aloud.
As soon as this was said.
The joyous atmosphere in the hall stiffened.
Ziwei Emperor Star!
That is the hope for the rise of the human race; if we choose the wrong person, it would be a grave mistake.
"It is not impossible; though Qin Wudao is exceptionally talented, he hasn’t achieved much besides causing trouble!"
Emperor Zhou mused for a moment, pointed at Yu Qian, and said with a smile, "In contrast, this person is steady in demeanor, achieving the task of patching the sky as a Daluo Golden Immortal, thus resolving the crisis for the human race!"
Upon hearing Emperor Zhou’s logical analysis, the strong ones fell into deep thought.
They recognized Qin Wudao’s talents.
Yet Yu Qian’s merits also qualify him to be the Ziwei Emperor Star.
"The merit has descended from the heavens!"
The Ancestor of humanity did not participate in the discussion but spoke up.
He was also quite concerned about who the Ziwei Emperor Star would be.
However, whether it was Qin Wudao or Yu Qian, both are the future of the human race, outstanding prodigies of the younger generation.
The only thing he must do is to protect each successor with all his might.
Boom!
As Yu Qian stepped into the grand world, countless strands of golden light appeared in the boundless starry sky, illuminating the dark sky brightly.
Auspicious energies descended from the heavens.
There also came the purple air from the east and the golden lotus of merit from the sky.
Beneath Yu Qian, celestial soldiers and generals were arrayed, myriad demons prostrated, divine beasts roared, fairy maidens danced, celestial plants adorned, and many other phenomena appeared, as if the world’s beauty was being displayed at that moment.
Finally, a cloud of merit floated across the sky.
Its diameter was ten thousand miles!
A ten thousand-mile cloud of merit!
This left the mighty ones across the myriad worlds stunned, their throats rolling, and they involuntarily swallowed their saliva, filled with envy and desire.
Merit clouds are divided into five levels.
A first-level merit cloud has a ten-mile diameter and appears several times each era.
A second-level merit cloud has a hundred-mile diameter, usually appearing only once each era, obtained by those or races resolving a great calamity.
A third-level merit cloud has a thousand-mile diameter, appearing only twice in several eras, respectively during the Ancient Chaos Era and the Sky-Breaking Era.
In those two eras, two major events occurred: the Kunpeng of the demon race created the demon script, and Cangjie of the human race invented writing.
The merit bestowed on them not only strengthened both races but also advanced their cultivation to the Quasi-Saint Realm.
A fourth-level merit cloud extends ten thousand miles in diameter.
A fifth-level merit cloud reaches a hundred million miles, also known as the Merit of Sanctification.
This illustrates how rare a ten thousand-mile merit cloud is.
From the Azure Ancient Era to the present, it has appeared for the first time.
Yu Qian’s merit of patching the sky bestowed a ten thousand-mile merit, making it clear why everyone was so envious and jealous!
"Haha!"
Just as the merit cloud appeared, an excited and wild laugh suddenly echoed in the Hall of All Clans, reverberating across the sky, lingering for a long while.
At the peak of the Forging Peak, multicolored light flickered.
Di Tian, looking at the multicolored turtle shell and four sky-supporting pillars in front of him, had a face full of smiles.
He succeeded!
He had successfully forged the materials for patching the sky!
Next, it was his time to become the savior, to patch the cavity in the Milky Way under the grateful and indebted gazes of countless living beings!
Once successful, he would gain an immense amount of merit, enhancing his cultivation.
Moreover, he might even use the power of merit to break his shackles and advance to the long-lost Quasi-Saint Realm.
"I hope this time, I can vanquish the Qin Dynasty’s Heavenly Court!"
Not far away, Bai Ze, dressed in a white robe, glanced at the high-spirited Di Tian with a faint smile.
"Send the order to activate the family protection array!"
Di Tian commanded loudly.
At the thought of becoming the hero of the myriad worlds, revered by countless beings, he couldn’t help but feel a bit impatient.
Most critically, he wanted to see the despair in the ancestor’s eyes.
Just the thought of it made his heart surge with excitement.
Boom!
The "Ten Thousand Forms Array" opened slowly.
With a light tap of his toes, Di Tian transformed into a streak of light, rushing out of the Hall of All Clans.
But just as he stepped out, he saw the ten thousand-mile merit cloud on the Seventh Heaven and was immediately taken aback.
Who has achieved such immense merit?
The merit of patching the sky can be no greater!
He tilted his head stiffly, gazing at the Milky Way, looking just like a light gauze floating in the starry sky, intact, showing no sign of damage.
The Milky Way has been patched?
Di Tian was momentarily stunned.
Thinking he was hallucinating, he rubbed his eyes.
Yet when he looked again, he was utterly despairing.
The merit of patching the sky had been snatched away by someone.
And that someone was from the human race!
"Failed again!"
"How could this happen?"
Di Tian staggered; his chest felt a bit stuffy.
A sense of powerlessness and loss enveloped his entire body.
And so, after all his scheming to hunt the Ancestor Heavenly Turtle, depleting his resources to forge materials for patching the sky, what had it all been for?
