Chapter 0725 – Kunlun Qionghua

No matter how unwilling or furious one might be, it was impossible to affect the other party. In one word: the Eternal Continent was simply too vast. No one truly knew where others were hiding, which obscure corners they resided in. It was entirely possible to live an entire lifetime and never cross paths. In a sense, no one could truly grasp the scope of this world—only the Heavenly Dao might comprehend it.

...

Across countless regions of the Eternal World, virtually everyone—commoners, fierce beasts, monsters, and myriad foreign races—all heard a proclamation echoing from heaven and earth at the same moment. The reactions varied greatly.

The shockwave that followed was unimaginable.

In the chaos of the times, it struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens.

The announcement shattered the gloom of the era. It ignited the ambition and competitive spirits of countless heroes and prodigies, driving them firmly toward their goals. Among the alien races, many harbored new and dangerous thoughts.

"So the human race truly is extraordinary. To have founded a dynasty and established a capital in such a short time—resilient like cockroaches, impossible to kill off. I didn't expect them to actually make it. The Great Yi Dynasty, huh? Bold move. But now that you've made yourself a target, we'll take your head one day."

A cold snort came from one alien being.

"Summon the troops. We're heading out. Let's celebrate the founding of the Great Yi Dynasty with a feast of human blood. We'll sacrifice tens of thousands of them."

Another alien chuckled with sinister intent.

A multitude of reactions rippled through the world—each race, each force, responding differently. Especially those who had once known Yi Tianxing personally.

In a certain region lay a place known as Kunlun—specifically, the Kunlun Mountain Range.

Shrouded in dense mist, the range was completely inaccessible from the outside world, cloaked in mystery. No one truly knew that within the fog, there stretched an unending chain of immortal mountains, each one radiating divine majesty. These peaks, numbering beyond count, rippled like giant dragons weaving through the heavens.

The true scale of Kunlun was inestimable. This was not the Kunlun of Earth, but the fused Kunlun of countless worlds. Some of the peaks pierced the clouds, towering high above the land. Even formerly minor hills had now grown into godly mountains.

Kunlun was revered as the first sacred mountain of Huaxia.

Each mountain was rich in spiritual essence—every inch a holy land of cultivation.

Naturally, such a place could not be ownerless.

Each immortal peak housed major and minor sects. Sword light flickered across the skies, cultivators soared through the air, some riding swords to fly. It was like another realm entirely.

And this... was just the outer region of Kunlun. The core of the Kunlun range remained enshrouded in impenetrable mist, with no one able to approach. Some claimed to glimpse majestic immortal palaces standing tall within, bathed in radiant light, with celestial hymns echoing faintly.

Among these peaks, one in particular stood out.

It was a massive immortal mountain, wreathed in mist and divine clouds. At its front stood a large plaque bearing two characters:

Qionghua (琼华)

The sect that occupied this mountain was called the Qionghua Immortal Sect, and the mountain itself was hence named Qionghua Mountain.

The front entrance path—Taiyi Immortal Path—was formed by the Ziwei Way, Baihao Way, and Jixuan Way, and it was the only road leading to the Qionghua Sect.

Past the grand gate stood a statue of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, flanked by carvings of the four guardian beasts of Kunlun.

Walking further led to the Qionghua Palace, where the sect master typically received guests. To the right of the Reverence Hall was a teleportation array connecting all parts of the mountain. The mountain was vast enough to necessitate such travel.

Jianwu Terrace (Sword Dance Platform) served as the disciples' main area for cultivation and lodging, with stores for medicine, tools, and food nearby. Behind it was the Cloudscroll Terrace, where one could gaze upon boundless shifting clouds.

The Five Spirit Sword Pavilion sat atop the mountain, and behind it was Reflection Valley, where errant disciples were sent for contemplation and correction. The sword forging grounds were located at Chengtian Sword Platform, where the scenery split into blazing heat on one side and icy cold on the other. A small road behind led straight into a restricted zone.

All of Qionghua Immortal Sect radiated with profound spiritual charm—every plant and stone exuding the aura of the celestial.

Sword Qi constantly surged throughout. Most of its disciples were sword cultivators.

At this moment, on the Jianwu Terrace, a group of young sword-robed disciples was diligently absorbing heaven and earth energy, refining it into sword essence through their lifebound swords, tempering their bodies. Their auras, though still restrained, carried hints of sharpness.

Suddenly—

"By heaven's will and with heaven's sanction, I, Yi Tianxing, proclaim the founding of my nation—the Great Yi Dynasty shall rise!"

A celestial voice rang out from the void.

Instantly, all the disciples' cultivation was interrupted as the divine proclamation filled their ears. They looked up in astonishment.

"Someone has actually founded a dynasty. Looks like things aren't as grim for humanity as we feared. To establish a Fortune Dynasty... This Yi Tianxing has incredible ambition and fortune. A true hero in chaotic times. I'd love to meet him someday."

At the front stood a young man in a purple sword robe, wrapped in immortal energy—he had the air of a peerless sword immortal.

"Senior Brother Murong, how long until the seal on our sect is lifted? I really want to go out and see the world. I've heard that outside, beasts and alien races are trampling on our people."

"Yeah, we've trained so long. It's time our blades tasted blood. Otherwise, how can we become true sword immortals?"

The outer world did not press upon the sect directly, but the Heavenly Dao's seal was like a cage, keeping them locked away. For powerful elders, this meant little—but to young disciples, it was torture.

"This seal is set by the Heavenly Dao. Unless it lifts it personally, no one can break it. Forcing it would only bring disaster," Murong replied with a shake of his head.

Then—

"The Great Yi Dynasty... is it... brother?"

Among the disciples, a young maiden in purple palace robes stared into the sky in a daze. Her voice trembled with a whisper of awe.

Zhao Ziyan—biological daughter of Yi Tianxing's adoptive parents.

During the Cataclysm, she had been seized by a great power's divine ability and brought to the Qionghua Sect. There, she had received elite cultivation—top-tier resources and techniques.

Her progress was rapid. With her natural sword bone and excellent fortune, she had already broken into the Life Aperture Realm, becoming a true sword cultivator.

She had longed to leave the sect, but the seal had crushed that hope. So she trained harder, wishing to grow strong enough to one day support Yi Tianxing—no longer powerless when calamity struck.

Now, upon hearing the heavenly proclamation, she instinctively felt a deep connection—that this Yi Tianxing might truly be her brother.

But part of her doubted. The world was too chaotic. So many prodigies had risen, and building a dynasty wasn't something one could hope for lightly.

Yet...

"Brother, don't worry. I'm doing well. The elders treat me kindly. Master says I have the sword bone—I'm a born sword cultivator. I will grow strong quickly. When the seal lifts, I'll come find you."

Her gaze pierced the clouds, looking toward the distant horizon.

...

Back in the Great Yi Dynasty, following the heavenly proclamation, the foundation of the kingdom was set in stone.

"Everyone, let's head to the Heavenly Court Hall. This dynasty is mine—but it also belongs to all of you, and to the people of the world. A Fortune Dynasty is not like any ordinary kingdom. After its founding, we must establish government and bestow heavenly titles. Not only will I gain the blessing of Heavenly Authority, but you all will also be granted heavenly positions and partake in the Great Yi's national fate. This will allow your cultivation to progress rapidly—breaking bottlenecks and accelerating your growth. This is your just reward for all you've achieved."

Yi Tianxing's calm words stirred every heart.

Heavenly Titles—true heavenly appointments backed by the will of the world itself.

To establish a Fortune Dynasty meant becoming heaven's governor over a region, wielding true authority. The dynasty's ruler could distribute heavenly positions, a process known as conferred deification—Fengshen.

But such titles weren't given lightly. Each one consumed the kingdom's national destiny. Too many titles, and the dynasty's fate would weaken—eventually bringing about its decline.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!!"

Huang Chengyan and the others bowed in unison.

Taking the Deification Scroll, the Sacred Edict, and the Xuanhuang Imperial Seal, they proceeded to the royal palace tree, where a celestial ladder descended.

Climbing it led them to the highest levels of the imperial palace.

There, grand halls unfolded before them—vast and majestic. Even Yi Tianxing himself was seeing it for the first time.

At the heart stood the Heavenly Court Hall, the chamber for royal deliberations. Through the workings of heaven and earth, it exuded unmatched grandeur—resplendent in gold and jade. Dragons coiled in the decor, seemingly alive.

Yi Tianxing ascended the dragon throne, while beside him sat Cai Yan, poised on the phoenix throne.

Below, officials lined up: civil ministers to the left, military commanders to the right—clearly divided.

"Before conferring the titles, we must first finalize the administrative system of the Great Yi Dynasty. Let us discuss this together."

Yi Tianxing's voice rang through the hall.