Published at 23rd of March 2026 7:18 am

Chapter 2142: Changing the Course of the Future

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Xuanhuang Continent.

Divine Wind City, an ancient city.

Ye Feng and the old man arrived here.

One appeared as a white-robed swordsman, the other carried a fishing basket and held a fishing rod, forming an unlikely duo that seemed somewhat out of place.

"Old man, you can’t fish in the city. What’s with the fishing rod?" someone chuckled from the roadside.

"Who said you can’t fish in the city?" The Invincible Old Man casually flicked his fishing rod, and moments later, reeled in a massive fish from the Nine-Turn Heavenly Venerable Realm from a neighboring continent, tossing it onto the ground, releasing a terrifying pressure.

"Oh my goodness!"

The crowd was scared out of their wits.

"Tch, a bunch of boring brats," the old man sneered, hopping onto the back of the Nine-Turn Heavenly Venerable Peak shrimp, "Shrimp, let’s go!"

With a "whoosh,"

The old man was already seated on the shrimp’s back, vanishing in a flash.

On the street.

Ye Feng was left bewildered in the wind.

"What’s going on?"

He scratched his head, uncertain why the Invincible Old Man had suddenly run off, vanishing without a trace, even Ye Feng could not locate his coordinates.

This meant the old man left intentionally.

"Perhaps, the senior has some old acquaintances in Xuanhuang Continent and is going to visit them, leaving me here to cultivate," Ye Feng thought.

Later, he carried the Primordial Sword Embryo on his back, aimlessly wandering around the ancient city, preparing to change its future direction to obtain feedback from the Source of Time.

"Empress Lingluo, save the child!"

After spending half a day walking in Divine Wind City, Ye Feng witnessed an incident.

An elderly woman with silver hair was carrying a child on her back, kneeling before a Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor, clutching her long, white, delicate leg, pleading for her grandson’s salvation.

"Let me see."

The Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor was a woman, stunningly beautiful, known as "Empress Lingluo," with a kind heart, looked at the child behind the old woman, realizing he was terminally ill, cursed by the Great Path Curse.

Even she, the Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor, was astounded, unable to cure the curse.

"What happened to this child?" Empress Lingluo asked softly, furrowing her brows.

The old woman hastily explained.

Ye Feng and the surrounding onlookers then learned the whole story, all gazing intently.

The old woman was also an Eightieth-layered Immortal Emperor, the clan leader of a certain family, whose daughter married into another large family with a Heavenly Venerable.

A few years ago.

The child, just after birth, was detected with a special bloodline, once manifested, in the future, achieving the Nine-Turn Heavenly Venerable was the lowest accomplishment, highly likely ascending to the early Dao Monarch, possibly breaking through to the peak.

Even the Dao Venerable, there was a slight hope.

The child should have been the pride of the family.

But, other children of the same family coveted this child’s bloodline, seizing the opportunity to devour it, awakening a higher bloodline.

And this child, shortly after being deprived of his bloodline, fell under the Great Path Curse.

Now, he was on the brink of death.

To save the child, his parents fought their way out from the original family, sending him to his mother’s family, in the hands of the old woman.

The old woman, to save the child, had her entire family slaughtered, fleeing all the way here.

Having heard Empress Lingluo had a Heavenly Venerable behind her, the old woman knelt in the street, pleading for help.

Upon learning the whole story, the crowd was utterly shocked.

"So it’s the Wang Family from the neighboring God-King City!"

"I’ve heard the Wang Family is a large clan, with an Eighth-Turn Heavenly Venerable, yet their children are so vicious, even against their cousin."

"Despicable!"

The onlookers voiced their opinions.

Empress Lingluo, looking at the child in the old woman’s arms, found him very cute, with fair skin, sleeping peacefully, generating a sense of compassion.

"What’s his name?" Empress Lingluo asked.

"My grandson’s name is Wang Teng," the old woman replied.

"Wang Teng? A powerful name, but unfortunately, I cannot save him," Empress Lingluo shook her head, "He is cursed by the Great Path, albeit faint, but requires at least the Heavenly Venerable Realm to attempt to resolve."

The Great Path Curse comes in many varieties.

The weakest Great Path Curse can be easily resolved by the Immortal Emperor Realm. The hardest Great Path Curse is akin to the realm curse on Ye Feng, which even a Boundless Venerable might not be able to lift, requiring a great pinnacle existence.

Ye Feng touched his chin.

This child named "Wang Teng" possessed an incredibly strong Supreme Bloodline, originally destined to soar, attain Heavenly Venerable or even Dao Monarch, but his bloodline was devoured, and he fell under a Great Path Curse, truly miserable.

He shares the same fate with Ye Feng.

"Helping this person might barely bring back tens of millions of strands of feedback from the Source of Time?"

Ye Feng mused.

Then, taking a step forward, he said, "I can dispel the Great Path Curse on Wang Teng."

He spoke, releasing the aura of a Four-Turn Heavenly Venerable.

Empress Lingluo and the old woman turned to look.

"Lord Heavenly Venerable!"

Feeling the aura from Ye Feng, the old woman immediately prostrated on the ground, face full of reverence.

Empress Lingluo knelt on one knee in salute.

Everyone on the street knelt in worship of Ye Feng, the Lord in the Four-Turn Heavenly Venerable Realm.

"Uh..."

Ye Feng’s mouth twitched, not expecting that on this continent, low-ranking cultivators would offer such a big salute when encountering high-ranking cultivators.

In the Origin of All Things, there weren’t such troublesome courtesies, at most a hand salute.

"Rise."

Ye Feng gestured, and the cultivators on the street were lifted by a mysterious force, respectfully standing.

"Let me see!"

Ye Feng extended his hand, touching Wang Teng’s forehead, discovering the internal Great Path Curse was artificially imposed, meant to torture Wang Teng, driving him to despair.

He pondered for a moment and revealed the truth.

"What?" the old woman was shocked, "The Wang Family’s people are so malicious, stripping my grandson of his Supreme Bloodline wasn’t enough, they even imposed such a malicious curse."

"Truly cruel." Empress Lingluo frowned.

The Wang Family’s actions went too far.

"The one who imposed the curse is an Eighth-Turn Heavenly Venerable. It seems the Wang Family’s patriarch is the only one with this cultivation level?"

Ye Feng surveyed the surroundings.

"What?" the crowd was even more astonished.

The Wang Family only had the patriarch with an Eighth-Turn Heavenly Venerable, and if the Great Path Curse on Wang Teng was indeed imposed by an Eighth-Turn Heavenly Venerable, wasn’t it the Wang Family patriarch?

In other words...

The act of depriving Wang Teng’s bloodline received support from the patriarch of the Wang Family?

My heavens!

The news caused shockwaves, and in this ancient city named Divine Wind City, several Heavenly Venerables were alerted, arriving on the scene to observe.

"Heavens, it really is a curse left by an Eighth-Turn Heavenly Venerable, that Wang Family patriarch is indeed ruthless!"

A Three-Turn Heavenly Venerable said sternly.

She was a woman, her bearing similar to Empress Lingluo, her mother.

"Mother, we must not intervene in this matter, or we risk being targeted by the Wang Family," Empress Lingluo sighed, voluntarily retreating.

She decided to stay uninvolved.

Empress Lingluo’s mother, the Three-Turn Heavenly Venerable, first bowed in salute to Ye Feng, then looked at her daughter, saying, "There’s no way, this matter involves the Wang Family of God-King City, I can’t withstand the pressure!"

Other Heavenly Venerables also shook their heads.

They were all low-ranking Heavenly Venerables at the levels of One-Turn, Two-Turn, and Three-Turn, unable to interfere in matters plotted by an Eighth-Turn Heavenly Venerable.

At this moment, Ye Feng spoke, "I can."

His words fell.

He extended his hand to touch Wang Teng’s forehead, the vast pressure of the Universe circulating internally, dispelling the curse imposed by the Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable, the Wang Family patriarch.

In the next moment.

Buzz!

Countless Powers of Heaven and Earth swiftly converged above Divine Wind City, pouring into Wang Teng’s body, allowing his deprived Supreme Bloodline to be re-condensed.

Moreover, it was purer than before.

This scene caused everyone to stare wide-eyed.

"Breaking the Great Path Curse will restore the bloodline? The key is, this lord seems to only be a Four-Turn Heavenly Venerable; how could he break an Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable’s curse?"

The crowd burst into heated discussion.

"Oh no, this is a trap!" the Empress Lingluo’s mother exclaimed. "The Patriarch Wang must have realized that as long as someone breaks the Great Path Curse in Wang Teng, his bloodline can naturally restore itself. At that time, they can begin the second wave of devouring, this is nurturing poison!"

Upon hearing this, everyone’s faces changed dramatically.

"Doesn’t that mean the Patriarch Wang will soon rush over from the nearby God-King City?"

"Highly possible."

Everyone was greatly surprised.

Many began to flee.

"Hahaha, I’ve been here all along." A deep voice rang out, and in the next moment, an aura of the Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable Realm erupted, enveloping the entire Divine Wind City.

The crowd looked up.

They discovered that in the sky, dozens of figures were floating there, led by the Patriarch Wang from God-King City, a powerful Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable Realm.

Beside him stood a child.

This person had a handsome appearance, but a cold gaze, staring at Wang Teng, who had revived his bloodline below, and said, "I didn’t expect nurturing to succeed so quickly. According to calculations, Wang Teng’s Supreme Bloodline can regenerate nine times. Once I devour the Supreme Bloodline nine times consecutively, my aptitude will definitely rise to the level where I can impact the Dao Venerable realm."

"Haha, my son, rest assured, I will help you transform your bloodline. Once you possess the Nine-Turn Supreme Bloodline, reaching Dao Monarch is not difficult; even Dao Venerable has a high probability of breakthrough. By then, our Wang Family in God-King City can become a Dao Venerable-level family."

The Patriarch Wang laughed heartily.

Upon hearing this, everyone understood the whole story.

"These people have decent cultivation, son, in a moment you first devour Wang Teng’s bloodline. I will then sacrifice these people’s life force to condense a new Great Path Curse to be applied on Wang Teng. After nurturing it for a while, the Supreme Bloodline can be revived again."

The Patriarch Wang laughed loudly.

Immediately, the terrifying power of the Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable domain fully bloomed, completely suppressing Divine Wind City.

Crack!

Even the Empress Lingluo’s mother, as strong as a Three-Turn Heavenly Venerable, and the other Heavenly Venerables were forced to their knees.

The entire city was kneeling.

However, there was still one person standing.

"Eh!"

The Patriarch Wang was surprised to find that the white-robed swordsman who had lifted the Great Path Curse was standing leisurely on the street, not being bowed by the domain.

"Fellow Daoist, since you can dispel the Great Path Curse I imposed, you must also be an Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable? Why hide your cultivation? This matter doesn’t concern you, I want to invite you for a drink, so please do not meddle."

The Patriarch Wang said self-righteously.

Ye Feng looked at the Patriarch Wang.

He had already seen through it.

Patriarch Wang’s son, who appeared to be a child, had actually lived for over ten thousand years, reborn with a devouring bloodline, possessing impressive talent.

If Ye Feng did not intervene, in a normal progression, Patriarch Wang’s son could continuously devour Wang Teng’s Supreme Bloodline nine times, greatly boosting potential.

In the future, the son could become a Dao Venerable.

However, Ye Feng was determined to interfere in this matter.

Thus, he could prevent a Dao Venerable destined to wreak havoc in the future, altering the course of events, and receiving the feedback from the Source of Time.

"Invite me for a drink? Forget it, I’ll invite you for a drink instead." Ye Feng said.

"Haha, straightforward!" The Patriarch Wang laughed heartily, thinking he had already secured cooperation.

The Empress and others looked disappointed.

They had hoped this white-robed swordsman could be as firm as his sword, but unexpectedly, he was also a pushover, willing to bow for benefits.

But, in the next moment.

Ye Feng lightly swung his sword, casually striking out, the fierce sword light swept through the sky, and in a blink of an eye, reduced hundreds of Patriarch Wang’s group to dust, then disintegrated.

"Was this drink to your taste?"

Ye Feng took out a cup, filled it with wine, then poured it onto the ground.

This was wine for the dead.

As the Patriarch Wang and others fell, the oppressive domain enveloping Divine Wind City instantly dissipated, the Empress Lingluo and others stood up, dumbfounded as they looked at Ye Feng.

No one expected the situation to reverse so quickly.

Just one sword, and the Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable was slain!

My god!

What cultivation could this white-robed swordsman possess?

Everyone was left dumbstruck.

However, Ye Feng paid no mind to their shock and instead turned his gaze to Wang Teng, whose Supreme Bloodline had been restored.

"Little guy, cultivate well, in the future, you have the makings of a Great Emperor... oh, wrong, you have the makings of a Dao Venerable! Haha, work hard!"

Saying that, Ye Feng was about to depart.

But he let out a "Hmm" as he looked into the high sky, where a Life Mark was emerging, reshaping into the cold-faced child.

It was the son of the Patriarch Wang.

"Hmm, having an Indelible Mark."

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, realizing the opponent had surprisingly gained an Indelible Mark, revealing a look of surprise in his eyes.

"You beast, dare to kill my father! I will tear you to pieces, no mercy!"

The child roared, spewing venomous words, yet his legs obediently moved to flee.

"Can you get away?"

Ye Feng reached out and grabbed, sealing the child, temporarily suppressing him in the Chaos Triple Realm Cosmos Cluster, preparing to deal with him in another timeline.

The person seemed to be a child.

But, in actuality, he was a reincarnated one, having lived tens of thousands of years in a past life, was a Five-Turn Heavenly Venerable Realm, possessing a devouring bloodline, and had slaughtered countless beings.

Such a person must be killed!

"Thank you... benefactor, thank you!" The little Wang Teng blinked and knelt in ritual before Ye Feng, continuously bowing, "Please accept me as a disciple!"

"I fear there is no master-disciple fate between us..."

Ye Feng spread his hands helplessly, feeling that he and Wang Teng were not in the same timeline, afraid to bring him into the Misty Holy Sect.

But soon, he paused his voice.

Because the system indicated that even cultivators from other timelines can be brought into the Sect.

This made Ye Feng overjoyed.

"Wang Teng, although we have no master-disciple fate, you can join my Sect, how about it?"

Ye Feng asked with a smile.

Hearing there was no master-disciple fate, Wang Teng was originally quite saddened and disappointed, but upon hearing this, he immediately perked up.

"Alright!" Wang Teng jumped up, exclaimed.

"Haha, very good." Ye Feng patted Wang Teng’s head, said to the old woman: "I will take Wang Teng away, destined to meet again in the future."

"Thank you, senior." The old woman constantly expressed thanks.

Though her clansmen were all dead, her grandson Wang Teng survived, which meant someone to carry on.

"Grandma, I will come back to see you!"

Wang Teng waved his little hand.

"Teng’er, cultivate well." The old woman waved her hand, feeling Ye Feng must be a powerful reclusive Dao Monarch, otherwise, he couldn’t easily lift the curse and one-sword kill an Eight-Turn Heavenly Venerable like Patriarch Wang.

"Let’s go."

Ye Feng glanced around and then left three strands of Sword Qi as protection for the old woman before flying towards another place.

On the ground.

The Empress Lingluo watched Ye Feng’s retreating figure, eager to know his name and the Sect he belonged to.

In the future, she was determined to visit him.

The next moment.

"I am Ye Feng, the Leader of the Misty Holy Sect!"

Ye Feng’s voice slowly echoed back.

This was an opportunity to earn Prestige Points that he wouldn’t miss, naturally taking the chance to advertise!

"Misty Holy Sect... Ye Feng!"

"In the future, I will come to find you."

The Empress Lingluo clenched her fists, biting her rosy lower lip lightly, her eyes flickering continuously.

In the high sky.

Ye Feng discovered that as he changed the timeline’s direction, a large amount of feedback from the Source of Time came gushing, soon forming a drop of Source of Time, several times more than he expected. Moreover, the Source of Time kept flowing continuously, making him overjoyed.

"Haha, looks like today I can activate the Time-Space Codex, it’s truly exciting!"

Ye Feng silently clenched his fist.

[PS: This Chapter contains 4600+ words, good morning!]

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