Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

"I am Chen Chuyi, not weaker than anyone else!"

With a roar, on top of the universe, a figure shouted into the void.

"Father, father, how long do you want to test me?"

In the Immortal Realm.

In the chaotic universe, Chen Feng felt a shock throughout his body and suddenly looked towards the depths of the void.

He forced Heavenly Emperor Hongyun back with a palm, and with two Dao talismans in his hand, he plunged into the void.

A new cycle began. On top of the universe, Chen Chuyi felt a flash of divine light before sensing the breath he had yearned for millions of years. However, just a moment later, the two Dao talismans entered his body and his consciousness sank once again.

Then, a new cycle began.

"Yeer, don't blame me. You are the most suitable candidate for the path of reincarnation, the one who will master the six imperial positions."

Chen Feng sighed inwardly, his body radiating divine light. He divided a strand of his consciousness, consuming a million points of inheritance, and redesigned a new reincarnation world.

[Ding! One million points of inheritance successfully deducted, new reincarnation world established.]

In the Western State, at the Great Desolate King's court.

The General's Mansion.

Chen Chuyi's final cycle began.

Chen Feng sighed softly, his gaze flickering.

"If you can comprehend the Great Dao and transcend the Immortal Lord Dao Fruit, this will be the final test."

...

"I can't fathom why the late emperor would pass the throne to the seventh prince, a bastard brought back from the common people, and moreover, a sickly child. It's beyond my imagination!"

In the hall, a middle-aged man with a majestic appearance sat with one hand supporting his head, shaking it slightly.

He couldn't understand this matter.

The Great Desolate King's court, which dominated the Western Region and the Northern Continent, received tribute from nineteen surrounding countries!

The number of subjects under its rule exceeded billions!

The seventh prince, with terrible talent and a weak body, relied on massive amounts of spiritual medicine every year to sustain himself. How could he deserve to sit on the throne?

He couldn't comprehend why the late emperor would pass the throne to the seventh prince.

The eldest prince possessed exceptional talent, excelling in both literature and martial arts. He was highly respected among the people and favored by the ministers in court.

Even the third princess was outstanding. She joined the military at a young age, honing herself from the bottom. She loved her soldiers like her own children and was the only one! She became the first among the princes to receive a fiefdom before coming of age. Her position in the military was unshakable!

Even the other princes were superior to the seventh prince.

No matter how you looked at it, the throne should have been passed to the eldest prince or the third princess.

But in his eyes, the late emperor's decree could potentially plunge the Great Desolate King's court into endless turmoil.

In front of him sat an old man with white hair.

The old man's face remained calm as he looked at the middle-aged man shaking his head, and spoke:

"With the late emperor's cultivation, he suppressed the surrounding countries to the point where they couldn't breathe, and he was in his prime. It's impossible for him to suddenly die."

"This matter is likely suspicious."

The old man hinted at something.

The Great Desolate King's court was the most powerful dynasty in the northern part of the Western State.

As the emperor of the Great Desolate King's court, with the late emperor's cultivation suppressing the northwest, how could he suddenly die for no reason?

"What do you mean?" The general's pupils contracted.

"Don't make a fuss. If you guess it, don't say it. If you know it, don't ask."

"Focus on your work. Our main task now is to stabilize the situation of the dynasty."

"Regardless of what the seventh prince does, whether he does well or not, the Great Desolate King's court cannot be affected by it."

"Only in this way, when unforeseen circumstances arise in the future..."

"As the Grand General of the dynasty, and as the Prime Minister of the dynasty, only then can we be safe and sound."

After leaving these words, the old man slowly took two steps and disappeared from the hall.

"So that's how it is." Then he shivered all over.

At this moment, he already understood the meaning behind the old man's words.

Before this, he had thought about standing behind the Third Princess, assisting her, and overthrowing the current Seventh Prince who was in power.

But now, it seemed that he couldn't help but feel a little afraid.

Isn't this like an old birthday star hanging himself, wanting to die?

Thinking of this, "It seems like I need to see the Seventh Prince."

Hopefully, this is the right decision, the Grand General's face slightly tightened.

The next moment, his figure slowly disappeared from the chair.

.....

At this moment, inside the inner city.

In the magnificent imperial palace.

Hall of the Desolate Emperor.

Chen Chuyue sat on the dragon throne, while a majestic and noble figure stood below.

"Xiaohao, have you found out about the situation in the Divine Dragon Dynasty? How is that old guy doing?"

At this moment, the person standing below the dragon throne spoke up.

"The Crown Prince and the Fifth Prince of the Divine Dragon Dynasty are fighting fiercely for the throne. That old guy hasn't intervened to resolve this matter. I have secretly observed him before, and his physical body has already begun to decay."

Also, "Can you please stop calling me Xiaohao? I'm already this old, it wouldn't look good if someone saw."

After speaking, the man pouted.

If someone were to see this man pouting, their first reaction would definitely be disbelief, followed by panic. He is actually the current emperor! (Although he has already "died violently")

Why is he here?

Didn't this emperor die violently?!

Chen Chuyue looked at the man who was usually domineering outside but acted so childish in front of him with a loving gaze and said, "Alright, alright, Xiaohao, now that the Divine Dragon Dynasty is in chaos, we can start planning as well. First, we need to eliminate the parasites within the dynasty, and then lure out those old immortals."

Sitting on the dragon throne was the current Seventh Prince, the heir of the Great Desolate King dynasty!

But why is it that the former emperor, who should have died violently, appeared here?

And why is the supposed "illegitimate child" of the former emperor sitting on the dragon throne, speaking to his "father" in a tone reserved for treating his own child?

Chen Chuyue raised his head and looked at the void as if he was thinking about something, a hint of golden light appearing in his eyes.

The man below the stage seemed to have already gotten used to this, looking at Chen Chuyue on the dragon throne, he slightly bowed, and then disappeared from the hall.

......

After a long time passed.

A eunuch hurriedly ran towards the hall and respectfully reported, "Your Majesty, the Grand General is currently at the palace gate, saying that he wants to see Your Majesty."

"Oh?"

"Why is he here?"

The Grand General!

Originally named He Jin, he was the son of General He Chong, who was the first to follow the founding emperor of the Great Desolate and helped establish this vast empire.

"Summon him in," Chen Chuye whispered.

"Interesting," Chen Chuye murmured.

"I wonder what my 'brothers' will do," Chen Chuye thought to himself.

These 'brothers' have always been ambitious for the throne.

Before his memory was restored, everyone made no effort to hide their desire for the throne. It was undoubtedly a must-have! But now, the position has fallen into Chen Chuye's hands.

What kind of waves will it cause?

While Chen Chuye was thinking about these things, the Grand General had already left the main hall.

Once again, a wave of intense pain surged through him, and strands of light flooded his mind, making him feel like the whole world was tumbling.

It caused him immense suffering, tearing his heart apart.

"Chen, Chen clan..."

"Six Paths? Who is planning this? What Great Emperor? What Immortal Emperor..."

After a long time, the pain on his face finally subsided a little.

Suppressing his doubts, he put aside the memories in his mind and took a deep breath, looking towards the door.

Chen Chuye glanced at He Jin and slowly said, "Come in."

He Jin walked in calmly, but the pressure emanating from him did not diminish. Another terrifying aura could faintly be felt.

It was killing intent!

The little eunuch beside him turned pale, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

In recent years, the Western Loulan Dynasty frequently raided the border. As the Grand General, He Jin naturally had to stay here, constantly clashing with Loulan and accumulating countless killing intent.

"Huh? Why isn't the Emperor affected at all? My own killing intent hasn't diminished in the slightest. Anyone below the Heavenly Realm would be intimidated by it and unable to face it calmly. Isn't he just a sickly child without any cultivation?" He Jin was somewhat surprised.

Chen Chuye sat on the dragon throne, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Then he shook his head slightly. "Back then, He Chong was such a genius. He reached the Innate Realm at the age of forty, but now his son is almost sixty and only at the Heavenly Realm." He couldn't help but feel disappointed in He Jin.

Finally, He Jin's footsteps stopped in the center of the main hall, and he knelt down on one knee.

"I, He Jin, pay my respects to Your Majesty!"

Although He Jin didn't think highly of the Seventh Prince, there were rules to follow. Except for the Emperor, anyone else must pay their respects!

The cultivation levels in the Western Province's Body Refining system were: Qi Gathering Realm, Blood Refining Realm, Tendon Transformation Realm, Body Tempering Realm, Heavenly Realm, Innate Realm, and Sea Opening Realm...

And He Jin was at the Heavenly Realm!

But in Chen Chuye's mind, there was an additional path in the Body Refining system.

Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Gold Core, Nascent Soul, Soul Formation, Body Integration, Mahayana, Immortal...

"Six Paths..."

Chen Chuye's eyes carried a faint indifference, an extreme aura of a superior, suppressing the other party tightly.

After a while, Chen Chuye slowly spoke.

"Rise."

Chen Chuye leaned back slightly on the dragon throne. "General, why have you come? What business do you have with me?"

The Hall of the Desolate Emperor was the highest place in the Great Desolate Dynasty.

The people bowed, the officials prostrated themselves!

Everyone must hold reverence for the Hall of the Desolate Emperor.

But He Jin, upon entering the main hall, did not restrain his own aura in the slightest.

Is he trying to show his dominance to me, the Emperor?

"Truly interesting."

Chen Chuye looked at He Jin with a hint of mockery, while also pondering the extra memories that had surfaced.

He Jin looked at the mocking gaze, his eyes slightly narrowed. "This Seventh Prince is not affected by my aura at all, and he even dares to treat me like this? You should know that the Crown Prince holds me in high regard."

"Could it be that this Seventh Prince, being proclaimed Emperor by the late Emperor, actually thinks he is the Emperor? He Jin couldn't understand."

Their eyes met. Suddenly, He Jin felt his vision go blind, and he was frightened by what he saw in Chen Chuye's eyes. He saw a figure that covered the sky slowly opening its eyes, and those eyes emitted endless golden light, directly blinding He Jin's eyes.

Instinctively, He Jin tried to stand up, but as he was about to do so, a tremendous pressure struck him, causing his knees to directly kneel on the white jade floor.

The little eunuch at the entrance of the hall saw that the area where He Jin knelt had cracks appearing on the ground.

This was white jade, which could not be shattered without a Spiritual Weapon, yet it was now cracked.

The little eunuch lowered his head, but in his heart, Chen Chuye was like a god!

He Jin was pressed down on the ground, and in his heart, he felt as if he had been trampled by ten thousand alpacas. "This, this, this is impossible. Why does the Seventh Prince have such power?"

"I understand now. The late Emperor had been cultivating the Seventh Prince all along, using the excuse of a weak body in need of recuperation. Every year, he would collect a large amount of spiritual medicine for the Seventh Prince. And if that's the case, then the late Emperor should..."

He Jin shivered, feeling a chill all over his body.

"I understand, I understand. Everything can be explained now."

Suddenly, He Jin felt as if he was being stared at by a fierce beast, and he trembled all over.

He kept kowtowing to Chen Chuye without stopping.

"I, your humble servant, am willing to die! I have offended Your Majesty, and I am willing to use my life to guard the borders and expand the territory of the Great Wilderness, to repay my crime of offending you."

"I beg Your Majesty to spare my life!"

He Jin was already drenched in sweat, kneeling on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing in the direction of the dragon throne, and constantly pleading, "Your Majesty, spare my life."

Chen Chuye sat on the dragon throne, looking at the pitiful He Jin on the ground, shaking his head in disappointment.

"In the past, He Chong was so brave and fierce, I never expected his son to be like this."

Then, impatiently speaking to He Jin, who was still kowtowing, he said, "You're really annoying. Mind your own business, do your own duty, and get lost!"

Upon hearing the command to leave, He Jin felt as if he had been pulled out of an icy cave. He kowtowed to Chen Chuyue a few more times and said, "Thank you for your grace, my lord!"

Then, he cautiously walked out of the hall, afraid that his footsteps might displease Chen Chuyue. After leaving the hall, he bowed to the Hall of the Emperor of the Wasteland and quickly disappeared within the palace.

Chen Chuyue felt somewhat speechless, then shouted into the void, "Ming'er!"

Ripples appeared in the void, and a mighty man walked out. Chen Muming's face was a bit embarrassed at this moment, and he scratched his head, saying, "I didn't expect him to be so unbearable. He's usually quite steady, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to hold this position."

Chen Chuyue's mouth twitched, and he said to Chen Muming, "Let's not worry about this kid's matter for now. The Lingtian Treasure Cave is about to open, and I need you to go inside and bring that thing back."

Chen Muming shrugged his shoulders. "I just rested for a while and now I have to run around again. Also, the Lingtian Treasure Cave will be open for three months this time. If anything happens to the dynasty, I won't be able to accompany you..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Chuyue glanced at him.

Chen Muming quickly changed his words, "Alright, with father around, what could possibly go wrong? I hope father will go easy on those few brats. I'll go now. It's a good opportunity to spread the news of my death and plot against those enemies."

Chen Muming pouted and looked at Chen Chuyue above him, then gradually disappeared into the void.

After watching Chen Muming leave, Chen Chuyue leaned back on the dragon throne, feeling an unbearable headache, as if being bitten and gnawed by countless ants.

Memories that didn't belong to him spread through his mind.

Chen Chuyue sighed and then gently closed his eyes.

"These fragmented pieces, my past life, and this world, what are they exactly..."

In the Immortal Realm, on the edge of the chaotic universe, in a ruin, there was a giant cocoon emitting a purple light. A large hand held the cocoon.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a huge statue.

The statue looked at the pulsating cocoon, like a heart, and a glimmer of light appeared in its lifeless eyes.

"After billions of brilliance in slumber, I have finally found my successor."

The person inside the cocoon was none other than Chen Chude, who had disappeared for hundreds of years.