Chapter Fifty-Six: The Three Thousand Realms

On an immortal platform in the Ninefold World, crystal streams flowed gently and spiritual energy drifted through the air. Nearby, a half-grown Crimson Root stood, its cold white radiance entwined with crimson clouds, concealing its true form, mysterious and lively.

Above the world, the roots of celestial clouds drifted lazily at the zenith.

Dozens of high-tier spiritual flowers—such as the Radiant Orchid of Dawn, Starry Moon Years, Celestial Gold Grass, and Ninefold Mist Bloom—circled the immortal platform.

"Brother Windsong, you found so many spiritual beings in the sea of flowers, they’re so beautiful!" Little Phoenix and Shadow held hands, their black crystal eyes sparkling as they admired the treasures, filled with wonder.

The dozens of spiritual beings radiated brilliance, wrapped in ethereal light and energy, each extraordinary.

When Windsong traversed the sea of flowers, he only transplanted the rarest spiritual beings here—vivid, diverse, and pleasing to the eye, all emanating powerful waves of energy.

But now, all of them were silent, not daring to utter a single word.

At the center of the world stood the Ten-Thousand-Origin Divine Tree, dazzling like a great sun, supreme and infinitely radiant, exerting immense pressure upon them.

They had once thought the seven divine sovereigns of the sea of flowers had reached the pinnacle of spiritual evolution, but compared to this divine tree, the gap was unmistakable.

This was a Chaos Divine Tree—holy, kind, approachable, yet vast and unfathomable, stirring reverence and awe among all the spiritual beings present.

"Young ladies and gentlemen, it is time for your lesson."

A young man sat cross-legged on the immortal platform, several meditation mats before him, woven from Snow Silk Grass—soft, plush, and faintly fragrant.

"Little Phoenix, Shadow, come here," Qing called softly, already seated, prepared to listen with humility.

Little Phoenix and Shadow obediently came forward.

Windsong was the last to sit upon a mat.

"The two elders entrusted me to teach you, and I will do my utmost. My cultivation method derives from the Ten Ancient Imperial Verses," the young man began straightforwardly.

"You're not teaching us poetry, are you?" Windsong interrupted. "Though some hold you in high regard, I haven't yet accepted you. If you wish to be my teacher, shouldn’t you demonstrate your skills first?"

"You flatter me, young master. I am merely imparting methods of transformation, far from deserving the title of your teacher," the young man replied, shaking his head with humility.

"Even so, you must tell me what I can learn from you," Windsong pressed, staring intently at the young man. His willingness to sit here was, frankly, unimaginable.

If not for the simultaneous insistence of Nine Stars and Mad Nine, and his own curiosity about the young man’s unique arts, he would have left long ago.

"Very well, I shall demonstrate the Divine Image of the transformation method. Please watch, young master."

The young man agreed and then gently raised a hand.

"Three Thousand Worlds."

His voice was soft, yet imbued with power. As it faded, three thousand luminous spheres slowly appeared around him.

At the same time, an ancient and mysterious aura swept forth, as if ancient ancestors were worshipping the cosmic Dao in a priestly ceremony.

Boom.

The immortal stone platform quaked slightly.

Within the spheres, extraordinary artifacts gradually formed—golden halberds, celestial spears, mysterious swords, purple bells—with vague, seated figures atop them.

Windsong was instantly awed.

Around the young man, the spheres revealed three thousand nascent divine artifacts and three thousand indistinct spiritual beings, floating in mystical radiance, like gods themselves.

"Divine Image," Qing’s clear eyes widened. The spheres around the young man shone dreamily, accompanied by resonant Dao sounds, tinkling like chimes, making them feel as if they had entered a fantastical realm.

This was no ordinary sight.

Such divine images held infinite possibilities and boundless potential.

"If these three thousand nascent forms became real worlds, encircling this person, eternally stable and suppressing the starry sky, how powerful would that be?"

Was this the innate talent of a future saint?

Windsong’s expression grew solemn.

"Nameless Master, Little Phoenix thinks she sees countless worlds—so marvelous! Can I enter and sit inside?" Little Phoenix’s eyes sparkled as she called the young man Nameless Master.

"That is not possible. These are only divine images," the young man replied warmly, smiling at her adorable address.

Qing’s eyes glimmered, seeing unimaginable possibilities. "Nameless Master, if we learn from you, can we construct nascent divine images as potent as yours?"

After considering, the young man replied, "After my birth, I traveled through the cosmic abyss, meditated upon the vast regions of stars, and gained insights, thus arriving at Three Thousand Worlds. I believe the transformation of divine images should vary by individual."

Thus, he explained.

Qing was not disappointed; her eyes shone brighter.

This was a wondrous path of cultivation—if not to forge invincible divine images like the young man, at least it could be compared and validated against another path.

Though young, she saw clearly the many benefits of this method.

"How should we learn?" Windsong, silent until now, suddenly spoke, showing genuine interest rather than mere politeness.

"The Lord of Ancient Origin once composed the Ten Ancient Imperial Verses. I have refined them, combining their essence with the transformation method. These can serve as your guiding principles," the young man replied.

He swept his hand, white light flashing as brilliant words danced forth, sealing themselves into four books that each landed in their hands.

"The pure cosmos is effortless, the flawed Jade of Heaven is corrected..." Windsong read the opening line of the first scroll, feeling his spirit stirred as he unconsciously murmured the words.

...

A few days later.

"How are Windsong and the others progressing in their studies?" Nine Stars asked, holding a teacup. The gentle fragrance filled the air, a snow-white gourd-shaped tea leaf floating at the bottom of the cup, exuding the aura of the Dao.

This was a grand hall, its floor paved with the finest imperial stones, glowing with warm brilliance. Divine patterns were engraved upon the walls, chaos energy drifting, suffused with mysterious vitality.

"They’re all doing well. Windsong especially has developed a keen interest in the transformation method, showing signs of diligence," the voice of the Ten-Thousand-Origin Divine Tree suddenly resounded within the hall.

This hall was situated inside the Star Sky Tower, and with the divine consciousness of the Ten-Thousand-Origin Divine Tree, its voice could easily cover the entire space.

"Oh?" Nine Stars smiled. "It seems Sage Hua truly has his ways, letting that boy save me some trouble."

"The method is indeed remarkable, and the path of void excels in transformation. Windsong’s interest is only natural."

"In your opinion, to what heights can Sage Hua’s incarnation in this era ascend?"

"Sage Hua received the transmission from the Ancient Era, cultivating the Sixfold Saint Body. With the current trend, each incarnation is likely to surpass the last," the divine tree responded.

Among the Nine Saints of the Star Sea, some rose from obscurity, others were born in illustrious imperial domains, and some had mysterious origins, unfathomable yet each blessed with extraordinary fortunes, envied by all.

Years ago, Sage Hua obtained one of the most powerful ancient skills—the 'Sixfold Body,' considered the strongest reincarnation technique alongside 'Great Reincarnation' from the Era of Mysterious Fate.

In recent years, Sage Hua had kept a low profile, secluded within the Saint Mansion, absent from the starry sea and skies, but his strength had grown ever more unimaginable.