This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 365 - 363 Walking the ’Egg’ in Heaven Palace

What should I do?

Wu Wang sat before a small mountain of treasure chests. Gazing at the egg floating before him, he involuntarily fell into deep thought.

If he really agreed, how would he explain it when he returned?

Yes, I have a child now.

No, this was a bit beyond Wu Wang's capacity to accept.

Seriously, even without considering non-essential factors like peace in his household, Wu Wang had to carefully consider the consequences of forging a bond with the God of Death.

The consequences would be…

Ming, let the elders of the plains depart in peace. Don't let them suffer too much.

Yes, Father.

The consequences could also be…

Ming, you must be kind to all living beings. You are transcendent, beyond the mortal coil. You should understand that there must be a limit to the oppression of the weak by the strong. Even if absolute fairness doesn't exist in the world, there can be justice culminating in death.

I will remember your words, Father.

The consequences might even be…

Ming, become a part of the Heavenly Dao.

I would gladly serve you with utmost loyalty, Father!

Wu Wang took a deep breath. He carefully considered it. Aside from the fact that accepting the God of Death would allow his influence in the Heaven Palace to expand rapidly, inevitably alerting Emperor Shun and provoking countermeasures, there weren't many downsides.

Moreover, this was Ming's trust in him. It could also be considered the positive outcome of his various arrangements in the Illusionary Realm.

Should I agree first?

But to let someone call him 'Father' out of the blue, wasn't that somewhat unethical?

As Wu Wang struggled with these thoughts, the egg seemed to sense his hesitation and waited quietly, conveying its own trepidation and unease to the outside world.

Suddenly, a spark of Spirit Light flashed in Wu Wang's mind, and he heard the faint chiming of a bell in his ears.

He grasped that Spirit Light and pondered it, realizing it was a reminder from Zhong.

If Master refuses to become her father, there is a 72.3% probability that she will become Emperor Shun's adopted daughter in the future.

"Ming?"

The egg trembled slightly, seeming a bit nervous.

Wu Wang asked with a smile, "I can guide you once more, but are you sure you need a father-daughter relationship? For example, we could be master and disciple. I can make bold to be your teacher for a time. How about that?"

"The closest and most intimate relationship is between a father and child, Father."

The God Egg swayed gently. A stream of Divine Thought entered Wu Wang's ears, conveying:

"The Young Master has told me a great deal about you—your deeds, your past. This has led me to admire you profoundly.

You have already given me a heart that is kind to living beings and distant from Divine Spirits. Please, continue to guide me forward.

The path you have shown me is the right one; I am utterly convinced of it.

The strength of the Dao of Death originates from living beings; only living beings possess the four Daos of birth, old age, sickness, and death.

Since becoming the God of Death is my inescapable destiny, I should seize the threads of fate and proactively advance until I can transcend the path ordained for me by the Great Dao, completing my own deconstruction and redemption.

I believe these are all things you wished to convey to me through the Illusionary Realm.

That mountain flood had a profound impact on me."

Good heavens, am I really qualified to guide this egg? She even brought up self-deconstruction! A philosophical egg from the Great Wilderness.

"Since you insist, I have no reason to refuse," Wu Wang laughed. "I bestow upon you my surname. From now on, you shall be called…"

"Wu Ming?"

The God Egg praised, "Although I previously felt the character 'Ming' was too gentle and your naming skills somewhat ordinary, the name Wu Ming isn't bad at all."

"My surname is Xiong. If you wish to be my daughter, then you should be called Xiong Ming."

The God Egg fell into a long silence. It silently began to retract its Dao charm and Divine Light, starting to seal away the memories belonging to Ming.

"Father, Wu Ming is beginning her slumber. We shall see each other again in forty-nine days."

"Alright, Xiong Ming."

Wu Wang said softly, "Sweet dreams."

HUMMM—

Streaks of pitch-black Divine Light surged from the God Egg.

Though pitch-black, the color was not repulsive; it seemed an extremely pure black, devoid of any superfluous meaning.

Wu Wang released a thread of immortal power, gently enveloping the egg. He inwardly pondered the extent of the commotion this matter would cause in the Heaven Palace.

The God of Death, in whom the gods of the Heaven Palace had placed great hopes, believing she would become the nemesis of the Human Domain, had, after being reshaped, immediately called him—a Human Domain cultivator—Father…

Wu Wang's mouth twitched wildly for a moment.

No, I have to think of a solution.

If communicating with his elder brother Yun Zhongjun in the Heaven Palace weren't so inconvenient, he would have already convened a brief meeting with the Heavenly Dao allies.

How should this matter be handled properly?

Wu Wang sat atop the pile of treasures, falling into a long contemplation.

I absolutely cannot be passive. I must take the initiative and preemptively neutralize the upcoming turmoil.

As another thought struck him, Wu Wang grasped the necklace at his chest. It would be wise to discuss accepting a daughter with Mother.

「 … 」

"Daughter? Father?"

In the Moon Palace on the Star of Taiyin, resplendent yet somewhat cool and detached.

Emperor Shun rose from his bed. Divine Light swirled around him, solidifying into a long robe as the faint scent of alcohol quietly dissipated.

As Emperor Shun advanced, the bed curtains nearby gently fell, concealing the enchanting scene within.

Emperor Shun wondered, "Are you saying that the God of Death, persuaded by the Young Master, is willing to acknowledge Wu Wangzi as her father?"

In a corner of the grand hall, behind layers of curtains, three figures with faintly discernible female silhouettes knelt low. These were Emperor Shun's eyes and ears, usually concealed from public view and under the command of Chang Xi.

"Your Majesty, the news is certain."

"The God of Death's reshaped divine body has been sent by the Young Master to the God of Spring's temple."

"Your Majesty, isn't the God of Spring's action somewhat overstepping?"

Emperor Shun inquired, "Was it Wu Wangzi who actively proposed to be the God of Death's father, or was it the God of Death who proposed to acknowledge him as her father?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, it was the God of Death who proposed this."

"Oh?"

Emperor Shun's expression was as tranquil as still water. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back before a pond, quietly contemplating.

The three silhouettes in the corner knelt even lower, not daring to draw a deep breath.

Emperor Shun suddenly revealed a faint smile. Puzzled, he said,

"What do you think? How did Wu Wangzi accomplish this?

"He clearly arranged and schemed against the God of Death for half of her life, yet in the end, the God of Death feels only gratitude towards him."

"Your Majesty, we are dull-witted."

"Indeed, you are dull-witted," Emperor Shun said blandly, "to come and report such a matter when I am in a good mood."

The three silhouettes nearly prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling all over.

"We beg Your Majesty's forgiveness!"

"Do not display such dread, as if I were exceedingly cruel."

Emperor Shun chuckled, then sighed softly and murmured,

"It seems Wu Wangzi's exceptional fortune is truly remarkable; he's gathering momentum in both the Human Domain and my Heaven Palace.

"Reproduction, Death, the Mirror God… Could it be that the Fortune God is intentionally trying to vex me?

"Perhaps there are still fissures in the Heaven and Earth Seal."

His words trailed off. A faint smile touched Emperor Shun's lips as he said slowly, "Spread the word throughout the Heaven Palace: I am quite displeased that the God of Spring has acknowledged the God of Death as her daughter."

"You may leave."

The three figures acknowledged the command in low voices. After retreating several steps, their forms blended into the corner of the grand hall and vanished.

On the bed, the beautiful lady grumbled about why the Heavenly Emperor was so insensitive. Emperor Shun chuckled lightly, his figure drifting away as if his mood were unaffected by the matter.

「At the same time.」

In the Human Domain, near the Annihilation Sect, at a hot spring Wu Wang occasionally visited. This was in front of the temple door embedded in the mountain wall.

"What?"

Yun Zhongjun, in his guise as the Sleep God, stared dumbfounded at Cang Xue's phantom before him, his hands gesticulating wildly, his eyes nearly popping out.

"The God of Death willingly acknowledged Wu Wang as her father?! What—what's going on?!"

Yun Zhongjun furrowed his brows, pacing back and forth before the temple door.

Cang Xue asked in surprise, "What's the problem? Is there some hidden danger? Ba'er has nurtured the God of Death in the Illusionary Realm for quite some time. She has a gentle, refined, and knowledgeable character, which I rather like."

"It's not about whether the God of Death is obedient or not!"

Yun Zhongjun stopped pacing, his gaze turning incredibly complex. "The problem is that this matter will put Wu Wang at a disadvantage."

"It's not as if he plotted anything. It was the God of Death who took the initiative to acknowledge a father."

Cang Xue seemed somewhat unimpressed, her expression turning slightly frosty.

"If those in the Heaven Palace are unreasonable and use this to humiliate Ba'er, I will certainly demand an explanation from them!"

Yun Zhongjun smiled. "Calm yourself, Ice God, please be patient. The situation isn't that dire. Overall, this is a great boon for the Heavenly Dao."

"How so?"

"Firstly, the God of Death is exceptionally unique but was unable to mature in previous years."

Yun Zhongjun continued,

"While the Heaven Palace had high hopes for the God of Death, they were also constantly disappointed. Over time, almost everyone forgot about this god, equating the God of Death with a failure.

"Thus, the God of Death acknowledging a father won't shock the gods of the Heaven Palace too much.

"They might even think that Wu Wang planned this long ago, which would make them even more wary of him."

Cang Xue smiled, "Isn't that perfect?"

"But the issue is how Emperor Shun views this matter."

Yun Zhongjun sighed.

"In the Heaven Palace, Wu Wang currently remains unprovoked because Emperor Shun and Xihe have overtly and covertly shown him favor and support.

"If, as Wu Wang says, the God of Death is a tool Emperor Shun intends to use against the Candle Dragon, then Wu Wang controlling the God of Death is not a good thing for Emperor Shun.

"Emperor Shun would prefer a God of Death who obeys him."

"Will Emperor Shun create trouble for Ba'er?"

"No," Yun Zhongjun replied. "Now that Emperor Shun wants to harness the Power of Living Beings for himself, and considering he's made Wu Wang a sort of figurehead, he wouldn't commit such a self-sabotaging act.

"What we need to worry about now is whether Emperor Shun will exert pressure on Wu Wang from other fronts, forcing Wu Wang to hand over the God of Death under duress."

Cang Xue snorted, "Then let Emperor Shun also feel what pressure is really like."

"Ah, there's no need for the Ice God to intervene; I can handle this myself."

Yun Zhongjun smiled. "The Ice God is our Heavenly Dao's greatest pillar of support. If you make your move too often, your deterrent effect will diminish."

Cang Xue nodded lightly. "I shall leave these concerns to the God of Yun Meng. Do you need me to deliver any message to Ba'er?"

"Let me consider it carefully."

Yun Zhongjun pondered for a moment before saying,

"If everything remains calm within the Heaven Palace, then there's no need to intervene.

"If rumors spread in the Heaven Palace that the Heavenly Emperor is dissatisfied with the God of Spring adopting the God of Death as her daughter, then send word to Wu Wang. Tell him to adopt a proactive defense: take the God of Death to see Emperor Shun and directly request that Emperor Shun grant her freedom to leave the Heaven Palace.

"This Heavenly Emperor, Emperor Shun, loves to display his magnanimity and is particularly fond of superficial reputation.

"Of course, Wu Wang should weigh this himself. As the leader of our Heavenly Dao, he must have already begun to address any issues we can foresee."

"Oh?"

Cang Xue smiled indifferently and spoke softly, "In the end, Ba'er is still a child."

Your 'child' is about to usher in a new divine era!

Of course, he couldn't be so blunt with the Ice God, so Yun Zhongjun said gently,

"In your eyes, our leader will always be your child. But in the grand scheme of Heaven and Earth, he is gradually seizing the initiative.

"Consider this: the Heavenly Dao sequence only needs to expand to eight members—not counting the Human Emperor. With eight strong gods at the Young Master level working for the Heavenly Dao, plus the Human Domain representing the living beings' faction supporting us, the Heaven Palace will have no way to retaliate.

"However, if we wish to win over the entire world without destroying the current cosmic order, the Heavenly Dao must do more. This is the main reason our leader is willing to take risks in the Heaven Palace.

"Ice God, could we possibly consider finding some upright supporters from the Candle Dragon's side… such as the Fortune God?"

Cang Xue chuckled lightly.

"There's no need to worry about the Fortune God; I've already made arrangements.

"My father, the Water God, is a bit troublesome. He is old-fashioned and stubbornly adheres to his rigid principles. He is also particularly grateful to the Candle Dragon. At most, I can persuade him to remain neutral.

"As for the other Divine Spirits under the Candle Dragon, I still need to consider them carefully."

"We'll have to trouble the Ice God with this matter."

"You are too kind, God of Yun Meng."

Cang Xue spoke softly, bowed slightly to Yun Zhongjun, and her phantom quietly dissipated.

Yun Zhongjun stood before the temple, hands clasped behind his back, frowning in thought. Soon, he chuckled.

"I'm probably worrying for nothing. That fellow won't rest until he's turned the Heaven Palace upside down."

「 … 」

"The weather is so fine, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere."

Wu Wang recited a line of poetry as he stepped out from the temple gates.

What magnificent clothes! A white, broad-shouldered robe embroidered with golden dragons! And these boots! Thick-soled, with gilded flying wings!

His long hair flowed elegantly as if stirred by a breeze, and his Dao circlet stood a proud three inches tall. The jade rings on his belt were hardly noteworthy, but his sleeve cuffs were wrapped with ice-gold crystals.

He adopted an eight-character gait, radiating the brilliance of an immortal god. Cradling the Heavenly God Egg in his left hand, his right hand on his hip, he took two steps forward onto a white cloud and swaggered towards the depths of the Heaven Palace.

When encountering Main Gods of the Heaven Palace, Wu Wang took the initiative to greet them.

"Where are you headed, venerable deity friend?"

"This, this is… just for a stroll up ahead… And where might you be going, my lord?"

"Just wandering around."

Wu Wang responded spiritedly, positioning the Heavenly God Egg in the most conspicuous spot. "I've unexpectedly gained a daughter! I must go to the Head Manager to inquire if this is permissible and how it should be publicly announced."

The Main God was sweating profusely, feeling as if a massive vortex lay before him, threatening to drag him in and swallow him whole.

Fortunately, Wu Wang excused him with a "Please, deity friend, as you were," and, cradling the egg, drifted away.

Further along, clouds parted and Divine Guards averted their gazes, fearing to make eye contact with this God of Spring.

But Wu Wang seemed to be in exceptionally high spirits today, greeting everyone he encountered. Even the Divine Guards with the heads of tigers, leopards, and jackals received cordial inquiries from the God of Spring.

"Still standing guard? Mm, stand well."

"Oh, where might this esteemed lord be heading? Come take a look, isn't my daughter a beauty even before she's hatched?"

"Excuse me, could you find out something for me? For household registration in the Heaven Palace, do I really have to go to the Head Manager? You see, the Head Manager and I… we don't exactly see eye to eye."

The Divine Guards almost knelt before Wu Wang, stammering, unsure how to reply.

This is what you call swaggering through the streets!

This was Wu Wang, parading ostentatiously.

Still cradling the egg that was the God of Death, he swaggered to the Head Manager's temple. Without announcing himself or calling out, he barged in and began to shout,

"Head Manager! Come and register my girl in the Divine Record!"

At that moment, the Head Manager, who had been waiting by the window, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.