Chapter 125: Myriad Incarnations

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Chapter 125: Incarnations by the Billion

Tang Youyou opened with killing moves. When those failed, she brought out magical treasures.

That madwoman had no shortage of treasures in her spatial ring. They had been gifts from such exalted figures as Uncle Jade Capital—could they possibly be inferior?

One moment she would unleash a blade wheel that churned the void into fragments; the next, she would send down a rain of swords that left Little Lei Lei drenched in sweat. Tang Youyou’s treasures came one after another without end, while a savage, cruel, and lunatic grin twisted her face. Judging by her expression, she would not stop until Little Lei Lei was dead.

Little Su glanced anxiously at the entirely unhurried Tu Zhe. She wondered inwardly, This pretty boy isn’t worried at all. He looks as calm as can be. Isn’t he afraid something might happen to his brother?

Little Su was not the only one worried. The demon dragon guards nearby had been eager to intervene from the very beginning, but the weakest among those mighty experts was already at the mid-Emperor stage. They simply had no way to join the fight.

Dragon Two was circulating his energy, thinking, If you never leave the Great Saltwater Sea, you’ll never know how high the sky is or how deep the earth runs. What good is cultivation if we cannot even protect the Young Son of Heaven? But we cannot just stand here and do nothing. Damn it, how can we? Little Lei Lei, the Son of Heaven, is clearly unable to hold out. Are we really supposed to keep watching?

At last, Dragon Two shouted to his brothers, “To hell with it! Everyone, charge!”

Thus, the twenty-three Demon Dragon Kings swarmed forward and began beating Tang Youyou down by sheer numbers.

How could the rest of Tang Youyou’s guards continue standing by? They surged forward as well, intercepting the demon dragon guards and launching into a vicious melee.

Of course, plenty of people still had nothing better to do. Doggy, for instance, kept darting through the countless great spells filling the sky. One moment he would shriek, “Little Lei Lei, watch out!” The next, he would warn the demon dragon guards that a certain spell could not be blocked. Then he would plant his hands on his hips, point at Tang Youyou, and curse her in a childish voice, calling her shameless and wishing her descendants would die out. He was having the time of his life.

Naturally, the three witches had not yet joined the battle. Trishna, the Witch of Desire who had incited the brawl, had not made a move because Tu Zhe had sent her a thought transmission, telling her to wait and see.

Tu Zhe had been somewhat strange today. He spoke and acted with unusual restraint. After the Immortal Empress had finally stopped harassing him in public, it had become especially rare to hear him say even a word. What had happened to him?

Naturally, outsiders knew nothing of Tu Zhe’s suffering.

At that very moment, Tu Zhe was deliberately suppressing the violent upheaval within the Alaya consciousness housed in his spiritual platform and purple mansion.

Not long after he had sworn brotherhood with Jiang You, the Thunder Ancestor had dragged him away to drink in celebration. At that very moment, his Alaya consciousness had undergone a strange transformation.

As everyone knew, a divine soul crystal had already been refined within Tu Zhe’s sea of consciousness. The portion that had not been absorbed had all become the crystal walls of the divine-consciousness space within his Alaya consciousness. That was the first matter.

The second was that a strange seed lay hidden within the storehouse of his Alaya consciousness. It was the miraculous seed that had once given birth to Gourd Boy, and it was now undergoing a transformation of its own.

This transformation had first manifested in Gourd Boy.

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Ever since saving Tu Zhe and Doggy, Gourd Boy had returned to the storehouse of the Alaya consciousness. Floating near the golden seed, he had fallen into a deep, rumbling sleep.

But that sleep brought about an astonishing change.

At first, after killing the great demon dragon king Dhritarashtra, Gourd Boy had fished several divine-grade king Brahma crystals out of his spatial ring and eaten them like candy. His little belly had nearly burst. If the vast quantity of Brahma aura had not been absorbed by the miraculous seed that had given birth to him, no one could say what disaster might have occurred.

Even so, after the seed had absorbed the greater part of the Brahma aura, the amount that remained inside Gourd Boy’s body was still immeasurable.

Just think: a single divine-grade king Brahma crystal contained the power of one hundred and twenty worlds, yet he had simply melted one down and swallowed it. If the Great Emperor Ziwei had heard of it, he would have fallen flat on his back in fright.

The trouble lay in the ocean of Brahma aura within Gourd Boy’s body.

Naturally, Gourd Boy intended to refine and absorb it himself. But could such an immense quantity of Brahma aura really be absorbed merely because he wished to absorb it?

Thus, in his dreams, Gourd Boy unconsciously continued drawing in the aura. But there was simply too much of it, and without his conscious control, trouble soon arose.

A small portion was absorbed by Gourd Boy himself. His tiny body began to shine with dazzling golden light, while his form gradually grew denser, showing signs of becoming fully substantial.

That alone would not have been so frightening. The true horror was that, stirred by Gourd Boy’s absorption, the enormous quantity of Brahma aura began to spill outward.

At first it flowed like a stream. In the end, it erupted like a fountain. An immeasurable torrent of Brahma aura surged into the storehouse, making the air within thick and hazy, almost like mud. Then the miraculous seed split open, forming a narrow crack. The viscous Brahma aura found an outlet and poured straight inside.

The interior of that miraculous seed was like a bottomless abyss. All the Brahma aura that Gourd Boy could not absorb in time was swallowed by the seed.

As more and more aura entered, the miraculous seed began to shine with resplendent nine-colored light—red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet, white, and black. Divine radiance blazed in all its splendor, breathtakingly beautiful.

Tu Zhe began leafing through the passages concerning the storehouse in the Divine Treasury of Consciousness-Only. As he read, he cursed under his breath.

Damn it! Could this transformation not have happened at any other time? Just look at the situation I am in now. Is this an environment suitable for cultivation? This is nothing but trouble!

The explanation of the storehouse in the Divine Treasury of Consciousness-Only was exceedingly difficult to understand.

It said that the storehouse contained a seed, a latent power capable of giving birth to worlds. Tu Zhe could understand that much. It meant the miraculous seed that had given birth to Gourd Boy.

The text continued by saying that when the time was ripe, this seed would give rise to all things in the universe. This was called “the seed giving rise to manifestation.”

What exactly was manifestation? That was not difficult to understand either. It referred to everything in the present world.

In other words, the seed was capable of nurturing and generating a genuine world. That, too, was comprehensible. After all, earth, fire, water, and wind had already emerged within the storehouse.

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The problem was, damn it, had it not already generated a genuine world? In the end, what it had produced was his son, Gourd Boy.

Gourd Boy was merely a primordial spirit. How could he possibly be a world?

Even if Gourd Boy were a condensed or mutated form of a world, one might reluctantly accept that explanation. But the text went on to say that the manifested world could once again nurture and give birth to another seed. This was called “manifestation giving rise to the seed.”

In other words, the seed gave rise to manifestation, and manifestation gave rise to the seed. The cycle continued endlessly without limit.

Damn it! Was it saying that if the manifestation was Gourd Boy, then the next time the seed opened, there would be another manifestation—a second Gourd Boy?

Did that mean that, as the seed and manifestation cycled endlessly, countless “manifestations” of Gourd Boy would emerge?

Tsk.

That was not scientific, was it?

He had never heard of a primordial spirit coming in multiples, one on the left and one on the right. If countless primordial spirits were really born from him, would that not be terrifying?

The moment this thought arose, Tu Zhe was frightened by his own audacious speculation.

Damn it, was such a thing even possible? A primordial spirit was a primordial spirit, not a festival dumpling. How could one simply roll out another whenever one felt like it?

Yet despite saying that, the Butcher was filled with anticipation at the greedy prospect.

Damn it, if one day he could unleash a whole crowd of primordial spirits with a single move, would that not be something?

Huh?

No, wait. Hold on a moment—

Could this be the legendary...

Incarnations by the Billion?