Chapter 230: Ku World
Chapter 230: Ku World
“The gray mist outside was set up by those outsiders. To reclaim the Heavenly Dao of this world, we must first destroy this gray fog,” Ku said without rushing. Over the years, he’d carefully plotted every step of his plan to retake his world, and wouldn’t risk ruining it through haste now.
“Charge straight in?”
Zuo Meng narrowed his eyes at the gray mist surrounding Ku World.
This marked his first encounter with a Celestial Realm-level world, entirely different from small worlds. To Zuo Meng, small worlds resembled primitive villages from the Savage Era that he could enter freely. He’d even mimicked their rules using his own world’s laws, like he’d done in Yuan Wu World. But against a Celestial Realm, such tricks proved useless. Unlike small or Great Worlds, Celestial Realms stood as fortified cities with ironclad rules – outsiders either obeyed or needed overwhelming power to destroy everything and rewrite laws.
“Direct assault is our last option. Not yet necessary.”
Ku shook his head.
“Master, let me go first.”
A disciple stepped forward, hatred burning in his eyes as he stared at the world. Like Ku, these exiles carried deep grudges and tangled karma with this realm. At their level, morality no longer mattered – only victory remained.
“Proceed.”
Ku nodded.
This had been his Dao-unified world. Though expelled, he retained some influence. Fallen kings keep loyalists, let alone a former Heavenly Dao.
Ku extended his hand, making the void tremble. Invisible energy rippled from his palm, strangely piercing the gray fog. Through the mist, Ku pulled an untainted law thread from the world’s edge. A massive Vortex appeared beyond the realm, through which Zuo Meng detected the aura of Yellow Springs – this world’s reincarnation law.
The disciple advanced. His body aged rapidly as Ku concentrated his essence into his forehead. By the Vortex entrance, only this condensed essence remained before being guided into reincarnation.
“Rebirth through death?”
Zuo Meng frowned. The price seemed too steep – abandoning hard-won transcendence to restart from nothing.
“Great Worlds differ from Middle and small worlds.”
Ku’s term for Celestial Realms.
“Great World laws are complete. Intruders get detected instantly. To conquer it, you must first become part of it. Otherwise, you can only destroy and rebuild, never inherit.”
Infiltration or annihilation.
Two paths to claim Celestial Realms and beyond.
Zuo Meng realized partnering with Ku was wise. Without this lesson, his reckless Celestial Realm entry might’ve doomed him. Yet he wondered why he’d never faced such restrictions during his Origin World campaigns.
‘Does being native to Origin World grant immunity?’
He resolved to investigate once stronger. A wilder thought emerged – what if he devoured Origin World itself? How would Dream Realm evolve?
But survival came first. Origin World haunted him like execution orders, driving him forward.
“All of you, enter now.”
“Yes.”
Ku’s disciples abandoned their physical bodies one by one, entering the cycle of reincarnation. Whenever a disciple was reborn, Ku would extract a rule from the world and fuse it into their soul. As they matured, this rule would awaken, becoming something like a golden finger to aid their growth.
These so-called “protagonists” were nothing but pawns placed by big shots.
Zuo Meng found Ku’s actions eerily familiar—it reminded him of those child of destiny figures from tales, born clutching rare treasures.
Soon, only Zuo Meng, Ku, and Ye Chen remained.
“Teacher?”
Ye Chen couldn’t hold back his question.
“Go.”
Zuo Meng nodded. This was part of his deal with Ku. He’d originally planned to enter the fray himself, but upon sensing danger, he’d passed the opportunity to his disciple.
A teacher ought to give chances to the young!
This wasn’t cowardice.
Why collect disciples if not to nurture them? Hadn’t the saints in Investiture of the Gods avoided direct clashes to preserve their foundations? Even failure left room for recovery. But if you jumped into the fight and lost? Disaster.
“Yes.”
Ye Chen inhaled deeply and vanished into reincarnation.
Ku treated all equally. As Ye Chen faded, he too infused a rule into the disciple’s soul.
“Let me add my own gift.”
Zuo Meng stretched out his hand. Unlike Ku, he kept no backups—but as a creator, he’d observed long enough to mimic rules. With a thought, his crafted golden finger merged with Ku’s, sinking into Ye Chen’s soul.
Once done, Ku shut the reincarnation channel.
The laws of rebirth withdrew, restoring the world. But before they could breathe, the gray mist shuddered violently. Both knew—their enemy had noticed the reincarnation disturbance.
“You handle the rest.”
Ku spoke as shadowy figures emerged from the world. He still had to maintain the rebirth channel and craft identities for the disciples.
Disciples fought their battles. Masters fought theirs.
If they failed to stall that old man, their disciples would face unfair odds.
“Fine.”
Having taken benefits, Zuo Meng owed effort.
He stepped forward, palm outstretched.
A starry void bloomed from his hand, swallowing the area. Chaos itself recoiled as if witnessing true creation.
“Who are you?”
The approaching silhouette glared, voice low.
He sensed things slipping beyond control.
“The one inviting you to a chess game.”
The cosmos in Zuo Meng’s palm expanded endlessly. A colossal chessboard materialized at its heart.
Heaven and Earth became pieces, ensnaring the intruder.
The chess game of Heaven and Earth—Zuo Meng’s ultimate technique. Perfected over eons since he’d seized the Dream Realm in the Origin World. Now, its debut trapped his foe.