Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator

As the palace of the North Qiong Sect opened, many guests and Nascent Soul cultivators from other planets arrived one after the other. The grand Divine Lord Coronation Ceremony had officially started. Over a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators would be gathering at the North Qiong Sect.

The three Nascent Soul Ancestral Patriarchs of the Luowu Sect of Planet Zheyuan were all there.

“How flourishing. It has been a long time since so many Nascent Soul cultivators were gathered in the Abandoned Planet Region. Never again did I see such a sight, ever since Divine Lord Tatian died back then.” The second Ancestral Patriarch in a robe looked around and sighed.

“Hm, the North Qiong Sect is really domineering. They threatened to destroy the sects if they didn’t send their disciples to congratulate Chen Beixuan. They really do think they’re the dominators of all the planet regions. Divine Prince Mingyang is still…” The tall and brawny third Ancestral Patriarch who was wearing a red robe grunted, but the old Grand Elder interrupted him before he finished talking.

“Shut up!”

The Chief Ancestral Patriarch of the Luowu Sect, who had thin white hair, yelled with a serious look, “Do you want to die? This is the top of the Yunwu Mountain, the base of the North Qiong Sect. How can you mention Divine Prince Mingyang? Do you want Chen Beixuan to level the Luowu Sect one day?”

The red-robed third Ancestral Patriarch was a bit upset. He explained that he was only speaking with his Immortal Will; other people wouldn’t hear him.

But he also felt scared in his mind. He knew the North Qiong Sect had a lot of hidden talents. Chen Beixuan was known for having formed an infant with his Immortal Will, and he had killed the Divine Princes from the Star Ocean. He had all kinds of tactics; it might not be safe even if they talked with their Immortal Will.

“Don’t mention anything about that man anymore. Your brother is already following him and we’re now at the North Qiong Sect for the ceremony. We’ll be safe and sound if we don’t help them,” the old man said.

Meanwhile, Chen Fan indeed had no time to care about them.

The Nine Orifices Divine Infant was sitting at the top of the North Qiong Pavilion. A’Xiu and Jiang Churan were feeling anxious. “Master, when will your true self arrive? The ceremony is about to begin. The guests from the other regions are waiting in the main hall.”

“Don’t worry about it. He’ll come eventually,” Chen Fan said gently as he got up, “Let’s go. I’ll go and meet them first.”

A’Xiu and the others didn’t understand what Chen Fan had actually meant, but they quickly kept up the pace. Only Jiang Churan was a bit shocked and a thought flashed in her eyes.

In the main hall on Yunwu Mountain.

Chen Fan arrived and the entire ceremony reached its climax. Countless Nascent Soul cultivators looked up and billions of people on Earth looked at that supreme Overlord, who was about to become the Divine Lord.

“Divine Lord Chen is here. He looks really young, just like a seventeen-year-old young man,” Jiang Hua exclaimed.

“That’s right!”

Ningxin nodded and looked at Chen Fan, who was wearing an official black robe for that ceremony. There were twelve ancient Chinese patterns on the black robe, including those of bird, animal, fish, insect, mountain, river, lake, the sun, the moon and the universe. He was wearing an old crown made with the Quasi-Divine Material known as Star Essence Crystal. It was made by twelve Nascent Soul Overlords led by Heavenly Lord Anpo for six months; it was a top Heavenly Treasure with super strong defensive power.

Chen Fan was wearing a black robe and a crown on his head. He looked as fair as jade and was extremely majestic.

“This is the Divine Lord? He was just a regular handsome man when I met him back then. Even though I realized he was Heavenly Lord Chen Beixuan and Fei Fei’s boyfriend afterwards, who would have thought he would become the dominator of the entire Abandoned Planet Region and the top Overlord across the universe one day?” Ningxin spaced out for a moment.

The audience was even frightened by Chen Fan’s power; they couldn’t say a word as they watched the ceremony in front of their televisions.

On the contrary, the Nascent Soul cultivators in the main hall of the North Qiong Sect weren’t only astonished, but also terrified. In their eyes, Chen Fan’s power was like mountains or oceans. He was filled with a completely different sacred energy, as if he had merged with the whole world. He seemed like a Deity from Heaven, a dominator of the universe.

“Perhaps, being titled Divine Lord can really get the power of the world…” Even Heavenly Lord Anpo was stunned.

After just six months, Chen Fan’s energy had become much deeper than it used to be. Even the strong Nascent Soul cultivators weren’t sure about how powerful he was.

However, they had no idea that the real Chen Fan had already become a Nascent Soul cultivator. His clone had also evolved, resonating naturally with the Dharma Laws in the entire world. At this moment, if Divine Prince Yi Qian were still there, the Nine Orifices Divine Infant would be able to split him in half with a halberd, without even using the Mountain River Caldron.

“The Divine Lord is here. Let the ceremony begin.” The host was Li Yuan, the Sect Master of the Changshen Sect who traveled all the way from Planet Tianhuang.

Thirty Nascent Soul cultivators of Planet Tianhuang had traveled this time. The Sect Masters of all the Heavenly Sects were there. Except for Heaven’s Equal who was still trapped in Mount Emperor and Xiao Mang who was cultivating, the Grand Elder also arrived with Shenxi, Lord Dragon, Qingshi and Wu Wendin, the Ancestral Patriarch of the Wu family.

Shenxi had already returned to the peak-stage Golden Core level right then. She was shrouded in chaos and she looked as ethereal as a celestial being. Countless Nascent Soul cultivators around her were in awe, but she only looked at Chen Fan quietly.

Ever since they bid farewell three years ago, Chen Fan had already killed the Divine Princes of the large sects in other regions and was about to become a Divine Lord.

And yet, she was still stuck below the Nascent Soul level. That was the first time Shenxi had felt that the distance between Chen Fan and her was too vast. It was a gap that was almost impossible to overcome. She might not be able to keep up even by spending her entire life on it.

Not only her.

Wu Qinyan, Wu Baisu, Lin Wuhua and Wang Xuanlong had also felt the same.

Chen Fan’s energy was so powerful at the moment, like an unpredictably deep pond.

In comparison, the Grand Elder of the Chinese and Qingshi were thrilled. The elders of the Chinese, including Elder Xu, Elder Qi and Elder Li, were also shaking out of sheer excitement.

“How many years has it been? It has been close to a million years ever since Divine Lord Jiang died and Heaven’s Equal led our ancestors toward Planet Tianhuang. The Chinese finally have another Divine Lord,” the elders cried.

On the other hand, Azure Dragon and the others were also emotional, but they had never experienced that kind of unforgettable shame like those elders of the Chinese did. Those elders had truly made it through the darkest times. At the border of the Beihan Region, even the Golden Core Barbaric Dragon God had bullied the Chinese and threatened to exterminate them. This had happened while China on Earth was also in great danger under the attack of the Dark Races and the Taichu Temple back then; they had not truly suffered after all.

“Elders, please stand on my left,” said Chen Fan to the remaining elders of the Chinese when he saw them.

The hundred Nascent Soul Cultivators in the hall were shocked, but none of them dared to say anything. That was the glory they deserved. Then, witnessed by billions of people, the few remaining elders walked toward Chen Fan with the help of Lin Wuhua and the two girls. They stood upright and faced the gazes of the whole planet and countless Overlords.

Their most powerful Grand Elder was only a peak-stage Golden Core Cultivator, but nobody had a problem with them standing there.

The rise of a Divine Lord was the rise of a family, a sect and a race.

Chen Fan was still quite young, only thirty years old. If he reached the Soul Formation level, he would be able to live a hundred thousand years more. Many people realized that their children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and themselves would also live under Chen Fan’s rule and the North Qiong Sect in the future.

“We can’t offend him. We really can’t offend him!”

Heavenly Lord Anpo shook his head slowly.

His two disciples standing in the hall also looked serious; both the tall Xing Hu and the handsome Zhang Qihao in a green robe had sorrow in their minds.

Chen Fan had become superior. Planet Tianlan would never be able to take revenge anymore!

The second Ancestral Patriarch of the Luowu Sect immediately anxiously said with his Immortal Will, “Senior, quickly find brother and bring him back. He’ll die if he continues to follow that guy and go against Divine Lord Chen; this would cause the Luowu Sect great trouble.”

Even the brawny third Ancestral Patriarch remained silent right then.

The experienced old man didn’t even say a single word and his eyes were full of uncertainty. He was apparently struggling in his mind.

Meanwhile.

Under the lead of Li Yuan, the Sect Master of the Changshen Sect, the ceremony officially began and the ancient rituals and etiquette were performed one by one. Half a day had passed. There hadn’t been any mistakes or problems.

When the last part of the ceremony came, which was the crowning of the Divine Lord.

Li Yuan asked as a matter of routine, “Who has any objection to Divine Lord Chen being titled Divine Lord?”

He thought this question would flash by. Azure Dragon, A’Xiu and the hundred Nascent Soul cultivators in the hall also thought the same. After all, Chen Fan had already become superior and had suppressed all the large planets. Who would still have the courage to provoke Chen Fan?

But then…

A voice was heard.

“Me!”

Everyone in the hall turned around in shock.

In the meantime.

At Yan Gui Lake, near the base of the Yunwu Mountain. The Lone Ranger of Star Ocean, Song Yufeng, flicked his sleeves and said to Jiang Feifei who was next to him, “Let’s go. It’s time to leave.”

Jiang Feifei struggled for the last time. “Master, is there really no turning back?”

Her auntie and her cousins were still on the top of Yunwu Mountain. Jiang Feifei wanted to try one last time.

Song Yufeng shook his head. “The die has been cast. Countless Divine Princes and the pawns of the Grand Cultivators in the Star Ocean have already decided. I won’t be able to turn the tide even if I go there, unless Chen Beixuan is truly a Divine Lord.”

Then, Song Yufeng smiled wryly. “It’s not that I don’t want to help them. People think I’m very powerful, able to fight against Grand Cultivators because I escaped from the Divine Lord of the Changshen Sect. And yet, only those who have truly dealt with Grand Cultivators like me know how strong and terrifying they are. I would have been smacked to pieces if that Divine Lord of the Changshen Sect hadn’t shown mercy.”

Jiang Feifei felt completely hopeless.

She turned around and sighed as she looked at the grand pavilion surrounded by Deity Light on the top of Yunwu Mountain. Who would have thought that the superior North Qiong Sect, which was about to rise to the top of the Star Ocean, would soon be eliminated? A sentence from Kong Shangren’s “The Peach Blossom Fan” suddenly came to the girl’s mind.

“Watching them build the towering buildings, watching them feast with their guests, watching their buildings fall…”