Chapter 27 The Prodigal Son of Fate Concedes

The two reached a consensus and flashed towards the young man's direction.

Three days later, outside the Yun Sheng mountain range in the Demon Realm.

The emaciated young man looked at Mu Changqing and the old Daoist with confusion.

"Who are you? Why are you blocking my path?"

The old Daoist coughed and said loudly,

"This poor Daoist is a hidden powerful being. I have entered the mortal world this time to find a successor. Young man, I see you have extraordinary bones. Are you willing to become my disciple?"

The young man stared blankly at the lewd strange man who had suddenly appeared, momentarily speechless.

After a long while, the young man hesitated for a moment and then spoke.

"You're not a bad person, are you?"

"You are a poor, helpless young man. What could this poor Daoist possibly plot against you?"

"That makes sense, but why should I become your disciple?"

The old Daoist sneered, and with a wave of his hand, the surrounding environment changed rapidly.

The essence of the Great Dao, the primordial chaos divine source, and the ultimate truth of heaven and earth were displayed before the young man one after another.

Afterward, the old Daoist directly pulled the young man into the river of time, allowing him to feel the vast power of the heavens and the brilliance of the ultimate Dao.

A moment later, the young man obediently knelt and kowtowed, becoming the old Daoist's disciple.

"Zhang Fanchen pays respects to Master."

The old Daoist nodded with apparent satisfaction, and when he thought of how he was superior to the Demon Ancestor, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

From beginning to end, Mu Changqing never spoke, remaining like an outsider.

Taking a disciple? He couldn't do that.

Moreover, the person this old man was taking as a disciple was the spokesperson chosen by the Demon Ancestor.

If the Demon Ancestor descended and sought trouble, it would have nothing to do with him.

After all, what did the disciple taken by the old Daoist have to do with him, Mu Changqing?

He was at most an onlooker.

If a fight truly broke out, he would simply be a spectator.

The old Daoist looked smug. A moment later, he helped Zhang Fanchen up and said,

"As a meeting gift, I will bestow upon you supreme fortune, allowing you to comprehend the essence of the Great Dao, undergo an ultimate transformation, and be free from any future cultivation impediments."

Without waiting for Zhang Fanchen to react, the old Daoist directly threw him into the source of the Great Dao, bathing him in its origin.

"Burial Emperor, why didn't you choose to take him as your disciple personally? With your abilities, cultivating your Dao, you would undoubtedly be able to transcend the limitations of heaven and earth and achieve a unique Dao."

Mu Changqing heard this and waved his hand, conjuring a courtyard on the spot. The courtyard was arranged similarly to that in the Yun Yu Realm.

Sitting down leisurely, Mu Changqing said faintly,

"My Dao is not suitable for him. He only needs a guide; anyone can be that guide."

The old Daoist nodded in agreement. For such a protagonist of destiny,

No matter the beginning, their ultimate achievement would be unimaginable.

Especially those with the destiny of the Great Desolation, the Immortal Emperor was not their end but a new beginning.

"However, this fellow's bloodline is too strange. He possesses nearly thirty percent of the innate divine-demon bloodline. His father must be no ordinary person."

The old Daoist attempted to divine Zhang Fanchen's father, but his deductions were obscured, rendering him unable to proceed.

Anything that could obscure the deductions of an innate being was undoubtedly an innate being itself.

"It doesn't matter. Those who are hidden behind the scenes will eventually reveal themselves."

Mu Changqing said indifferently.

One should not casually divine those with the destiny of the Great Desolation.

For their existence is protected by innate beings.

As for Li Lingyun, it was indeed a coincidence.

To have schemed against him, the cold woman could only consider herself unlucky.

However, Mu Changqing always felt that it was too easy for this spokesperson of the Demon Ancestor to be discovered.

He vaguely felt something was amiss but couldn't pinpoint the problem. Everything seemed to flow naturally, without any issues.

"Alas, troublesome."

Mu Changqing shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself.

Glancing at the smug old Daoist, Mu Changqing truly didn't know if this fellow was genuinely foolish or utterly fearless.

However, Mu Changqing had never let down his guard against the old Daoist.

After all, the Lord of the Three Thousand Daos, the Dao Ancestor who stood alongside the Demon Ancestor, could not be a simple-minded person.

A month later, Zhang Fanchen had undergone a qualitative transformation.

His physique was no longer emaciated, and he possessed a subtle muscular build.

His gaze had become sharper, and his aura had deepened.

After all, having witnessed the essence of the Dao, how could he not transform?

His cultivation had rapidly progressed from the Meridian Opening Realm to the Five Palaces Realm, and then to the Six Extremes Realm within just one month.

Such talent was extraordinarily monstrous.

Watching the old Daoist constantly trick Zhang Fanchen into developing a dislike for the Demon Race,

He was an abandoned child of the Demon Race, his mother imprisoned by them, and his father hunted by them.

Mu Changqing couldn't help but suspect that the old Daoist had been in the Great Desolation for too long and had come to the myriad realms out of boredom.

As for his grievances with the Demon Ancestor, they were likely half true and half false.

On this day, Mu Changqing had a premonition. A sliver of ethereal light flashed in his purple eyes, and he looked up in a certain direction of the Demon Realm.

His figure vanished from the small courtyard.

The old Daoist glanced at him but paid no mind, continuing to supervise Zhang Fanchen's cultivation.

Not long after, Mu Changqing appeared in a forbidden area of the Demon Realm.

This place was filled with numerous terrifying demonic beasts, violent and bloodthirsty.

Normally, no cultivators dared to venture here easily.

At this moment, a muscular young man with his upper body bare was fighting with a demonic beast.

The man's head was bald, devoid of a single strand of hair. His bare torso was extremely well-developed, with muscles coiled like young dragons, radiating power.

Most peculiar was that the man was fighting the demonic beast with pure physical strength, without any trace of spiritual energy on his body.

As Mu Changqing perceived, it was not that the man was unwilling to use spiritual energy, but rather that he had no cultivation.

A mortal, using pure physical strength to contend with a Soul Infant Realm demonic beast in terms of physical power, was a testament to how terrifying it was.

Mu Changqing did not disturb him but hid in the void, silently observing the scene.

"Interesting, this physique, I've never seen anything like it."

Half an hour later, the bald man hammered the demonic beast to death with his fists, then slumped to the ground, exhausted.

"Damn it, it really took a beating."

The man cursed and directly tore off the bloody raw flesh of the demonic beast, chewing on it to replenish his energy.

Just then, Mu Changqing stepped forward, his figure appearing before the bald man, his expression profound.

The moment Mu Changqing appeared, the surrounding space subtly shifted, and this time and space were isolated.

The bald man, seeing Mu Changqing appear, was clearly startled and quickly got up, showing vigilance.

Suddenly, the bald man made a move that stunned Mu Changqing.

With a *snap*, the bald man immediately fell to his knees.

"Greetings, sir."

Mu Changqing fell silent for a moment, a hint of interest flashing across his face, and he asked with a faint smile,

"It seems you know something. Interesting, tell me, what do you mean by this?"

The bald man rubbed his bald head, revealing a simple and honest smile, and spoke hesitantly.

"Well, actually, I don't know you, sir, but my intuition tells me that you could easily kill me."

Looking at the surging golden dragon of destiny behind the bald man, even surpassing that of Ye Yu.

He couldn't help but wonder if this fellow was truly the son of destiny!

After a moment of silence, Mu Changqing continued to speak calmly.

"So, you surrender every time you encounter someone you can't defeat? The reason you were so brave just now was because you knew you could kill this demonic beast?"

"Yes, hehe."

With a simple laugh, the bald man changed the subject and continued,

"But sir seems different from everyone I've met. In the past, all my opponents, I was certain I could trample them underfoot in the future. But with you... I still won't be able to defeat you in the future."

The bald man's eyes showed confusion. This was something unprecedented, truly perplexing him.