After Three Lifetimes of Tragedy, I Finally Got a Happy Ending with His Majesty - Chapter 4

“The master of the ‘Spiritual Dossier’ is named Chi Guyun. He is only twenty-one years old, has exceptional talent, and has solved many cases. I’ve had some dealings with him he’s a decent kid,” Gu Yun said with the solemnity of an elder.

Yan Qinyu glanced at him. “You look like you’re only eighteen or nineteen yourself.”

Gu Yun: “…” Great, you really know how to take the wind out of my sails.

The master of the Spiritual Dossier was the only one of his kind, and the pressure he faced was immense. The government had subsequently established a “Bureau of Spiritual Dossiers” to recruit practitioners to assist him. Although spiritual energy was slowly recovering, practitioners were still few and far between; after all, ancient texts on cultivation methods were incredibly rare, and most people still practiced martial arts. However, as the world became more modern, people paid less and less attention to these things, so there were currently very few cultivators, and even fewer martial artists.

Having reincarnated into this realm and undergone his tribulation here, and having been reborn using nine hundred years of the Great Yan Dynasty’s national destiny, Yan Qinyu naturally shared some karma with this world. He felt compelled to assist this realm in re-evolving the Underworld and ordaining new gods to stabilize the cycle of reincarnation for all living beings.

However, there was no need to rush. Choosing a suitable candidate for the Master of the Underworld was crucial, but the most important thing right now was to find Yuan Ruoshen.

With this in mind, Yan Qinyu asked, “I wish to leave with you. Could you help me arrange an identity?” As he spoke, he pointed toward the piles of night-luminescent pearls at the entrance of the palace hall. “These pearls are of no use to me; you may take them.”

This was a generous gift. Gu Yun naturally agreed with great joy, though he eyed the floor full of pearls with desire, realizing he could barely carry one or two. Yan Qinyu tossed a storage ring to him. “It’s a storage ring. Take as much as you want.”

Gu Yun stared at the storage ring, his eyes wide. “Such a precious storage ring, and you’re just giving it to me?” He had seen these in ancient texts and knew how incredibly rare they were.

Yan Qinyu tilted his head. “I have handfuls of these; they aren’t precious.”

Gu Yun: “…” He’s definitely flexing on me, Gu Yun thought.

But it was true. As the Emperor of the Linxu Realm, Yan Qinyu was wealthier than entire nations. Storage rings were merely trinkets he had refined in his spare time. Ten thousand years ago, he had trusted the wrong person and been ambushed along with Yuan Ruoshen. Yan Qinyu had risked self-detonation to severely injure their attackers, giving Yuan Ruoshen the chance to carry him away from the Divine Realm. Miraculously, his internal primordial space had remained undamaged, meaning all his treasures remained intact.

Now that he was reborn and his Primordial Spirit was fully restored, he could naturally access his space at will. Gu Yun took the ring, dripped a drop of blood on it to bind it according to the ancient methods, and gathered the smallest pile of pearls. Yan Qinyu watched with a faint smile in his eyes.

“Won’t you take more? These pearls have absorbed a great deal of spiritual energy and can aid your cultivation.”

Gu Yun shook his head. “I shouldn’t be too greedy. This is enough. Besides, helping you arrange an identity is simple; I’ve already gained quite a lot just by taking these.” The Gu clan had cooperation with the authorities, so obtaining a legitimate identity was not difficult.

Yan Qinyu replied, “If you want more, just let me know, and I’ll bring you back to get them. These pearls are just sitting here; you might as well put them to good use.”

“Uh…” To be honest, Gu Yun was thrilled, but he possessed great self-restraint. Changing the subject, he said, “Let’s get out of here.”

Recalling that he was lost and had no sense of direction, Gu Yun sighed in lamentation. “There are so many mechanisms here; I’ll never find the way out!”

Yan Qinyu immediately understood the poor lad had been wandering in circles in the mausoleum, completely disoriented. He waved his hand, opening a spatial passage—a massive, black-hole-like vortex. “No need for trouble, just leave through here.”

Stepping through the spatial passage, they were already outside the barrier. Gu Yun reached out curiously to poke the black hole. He stood sideways, watching as his hand disappeared into it without appearing on the other side. He was instantly even more excited. Yan Qinyu watched Gu Yun’s foolish behavior with a strange expression. The boy was quite sharp in his past life, but in this one, he’s truly a handful—just like a Siberian Husky.

The black hole vanished after Yan Qinyu stepped through. Gu Yun looked downcast. Yan Qinyu explained, “Spatial passages can connect to anywhere you wish to go, but they consume vast amounts of magical power to open. Most people use teleportation arrays. Spatial passages are more convenient, but aside from Immortals, no one can easily open them.”

“Of course, there are levels of strength among Immortals. Not even just any Immortal can open space at will. Only those above the level of Immortals—the Gods—can open spatial rifts without any strain.”

Gu Yun listened with yearning, though he was still far from becoming an Immortal, let alone a God. Gu Yun asked, “Then, are you an Immortal or a God?”

“Me?” Yan Qinyu’s eyes were filled with amusement. “I am a God.”

Gu Yun gasped in shock. “But there are no Immortals in this world! Even if you were nourished by nine hundred years of national destiny, it shouldn’t be enough to become a God, right?”

Yan Qinyu laughed. “Who told you I was a God of this world?”

Gu Yun’s brain worked at top speed, his mental capacity nearly overheating. “Don’t tell me there are other worlds?!”

“You’re asking what you already know. ‘A flower in a world, a Bodhi in a leaf,’ as they say.”

“The world you reside in is a small world transformed from a fragment of the origin of the Linxu Realm. I come from the Linxu Realm, and Duan Yan was merely one of my reincarnations during my trials.”

Yan Qinyu looked at Gu Yun. He chose not to speak in riddles, instead explaining the true nature of the realm to him. “I have foreseen a great catastrophe for this world. While it looks like spiritual energy is flourishing and thriving now, it is not far from collapse. Your ‘Heaven’s Way’ is struggling to save itself, trying its best to attempt this resurgence of spiritual energy.”

“To survive, the three realms must be re-established. New gods must be born to stabilize this world, and the Underworld is of vital importance.” Because the Underworld governed reincarnation, and all living things must eventually return to the cycle. “But do not worry. I have karma with this realm, and I will help you survive this catastrophe.”

Gu Yun had heard too many secrets; his mind was temporarily paralyzed. It took him a long time to digest the information, and he felt as if he were dreaming. Much of what Yan Qinyu said matched what he had read in ancient texts, making it impossible to disbelieve. But this was telling him that the world was about to end in the near future—such explosive news was difficult to accept.

Gu Yun wailed internally: Please tell me I won’t be the first to bite the dust when the apocalypse hits!

After a wild bout of imagination, Gu Yun composed himself. With a great deity like Yan Qinyu here, surely it won’t come to that. This was a real, authentic God! He didn’t know why, despite it being their first meeting, he trusted this person so deeply. He didn’t feel afraid or distant because Yan Qinyu was a God; instead, he felt remarkably relaxed and comfortable. It was as if… they were long-time friends.

Gu Yun shook his head vigorously. What are you thinking? That’s sacrilege! You dare to make friends with a God?

Looking at the calm barrier, Gu Yun realized the disturbance really had been caused by Yan Qinyu’s awakening. Gu Yun murmured, “The Linxu Realm… what is it like?”

“The Linxu Realm consists of six realms. You likely saw illusions caused by spiritual energy in the mausoleum; that was because the energy was nourishing my Primordial Spirit, influenced by my memories,” Yan Qinyu’s calm, gentle voice arrived. “What you saw was merely a fragment of the illusions of the Divine Realm of the Linxu Realm.”

“!!!” Gu Yun was beyond shock. If what he saw was only a fragment of an illusion, how vast and stunning must the true Linxu Realm be? Gu Yun sighed in misery. “In the end, I am only a mortal!”