Chapter 1742. Everything You Have Will Belong to Me, the Civilization Treasure Takes Form

“Even if I tell you, what difference would it make? You’re nothing but a wandering spirit in this state—how do you expect to seek revenge?” Gu Changge said calmly, without any rush.

Ji Hanqing’s face kept shifting within the misty fog, eventually dropping in exhaustion and helplessness, full of resentment and despair.

Indeed, she was now nothing more than a trapped soul in the Scavenger’s Tome.

She couldn’t even leave it—how could she be expected to take revenge? Even if she knew who her enemies were, did she have the ability to act? Even if she rebuilt her body and foundation, restoring herself to her former peak would take an unfathomable amount of time.

“You… you can help me?”

Ji Hanqing lifted her bowed head suddenly, looking at Gu Changge with eyes full of hope and pleading.

She was once the mighty Yao Guang Empress, a ruler who had looked down upon all worlds, iron-handed in her methods, receiving homage from countless clans and star systems alike. Yet now, she humbled herself before a single person, asking for help.

Having followed Gu Changge for some time, Ji Hanqing didn’t know his origins, but she knew his methods. If anyone could help her, it would be him.

“Why should I help you?”

Gu Changge said, smiling faintly at her, as if he had already expected this. “As per our agreement, I will help you escape from the Scavenger’s Tome, and I can also help you reconstruct your body and foundation. But your revenge—that’s nothing to do with me.”

Ji Hanqing’s gaze locked on him, her voice resolute. “If you help me avenge my great grievance, I will give you everything I have. From now on, I will follow your orders, fight through fire and water, serve you without hesitation, no matter the cost.”

“I don’t care what schemes or plans you have. If you can help me take revenge, I will do anything for you.”

She knew Gu Changge’s character well; he would never act out of mere pity. Every action he took served a purpose—his reasoning and his benefit. If she wanted his help, she had to offer something worthwhile in return.

“The daughter of the Middle Lord, princess of the Yao Guang ancestral court, making such a request… it’s difficult for me to refuse,” Gu Changge said with a smile.

At this point, Ji Hanqing had no other choice. She continued to watch him, waiting for his answer. The silence stretched for several heartbeats, feeling like an eternity.

“I can help you take revenge, but from now on, everything you have will belong to me. Have you made up your mind?”

Finally, Gu Changge looked at her, his eyes holding a peculiar gleam.

The Scavenger’s Tome, a civilization treasure, was no ordinary object. Its power was formidable, not weaker than other civilization treasures. But the previous owner, having never earned its recognition, had never been able to unlock its true power, treating it merely as a tool for treasure hunting.

Ji Hanqing now existed as the tome’s spirit. She could channel the tome’s power, but certain seals and runes restricted her, preventing her from leaving.

Gu Changge had long planned to use the civilization treasure as a vessel to rebuild her original body. In essence, it would be the treasure taking form—the Scavenger’s Tome becoming her, and she becoming the tome, inseparable.

Yet this “civilization treasure taking form” was unprecedented. No records existed of such a thing. He could not be sure if Ji Hanqing could succeed; the key lay in whether she could survive the transformative trial.

The trial for a civilization treasure was as dangerous as the “Heavenly Decline Tribulation” faced by those at the Zudao level. In addition to tribulations faced by individuals, civilization treasures bore cosmic-scale consequences, accumulating the karmic weight of an entire civilization.

Ji Hanqing had been trapped in the tome for countless years, her vitality and spirit depleted. She barely remembered her past. Without Gu Changge’s guidance, she might have remained in that dazed, confused state forever.

“I am willing to pay any price, as long as I can avenge my grievance,” Ji Hanqing said calmly. Beneath the shifting mist of her form, her eyes were serene, like a lake without a ripple.

Gu Changge did not conceal his plan. Ji Hanqing showed no resistance to becoming the vessel of the Scavenger’s Tome. In fact, this would save her the long process of leaving the tome and rebuilding her body and foundation.

Even she had never heard of a civilization treasure taking form. If successful, her power would rival, if not surpass, Zudao-level beings like Mu Fuguang or Bi Ci Chansi.

But the transformation trial was perilous, and might even attract attention from the Realms of Reality. Gu Changge, unwilling to be bothered, might not be able to help her directly, so Ji Hanqing prepared herself for the possibility of death and annihilation.

Gu Changge had promised her, and he would ensure she had the highest chance of success.

Several days later, deep in the Fatians’ Alliance, in a deserted star region, chaotic light pierced the cosmos, while primordial true thunder streaked through the void, dense and overwhelming like a sea of divine lightning.

An ancient tome floated there, shrouded in chaotic mist. Wisps of violet haze resembling primordial energy swirled around it, containing profound truths. Various Daoic rhythms collided and merged, illuminating the dark expanse of the universe.

Gu Changge watched calmly from afar. The lights appeared as if falling from different times and spaces. The cosmos returned to quiet stillness.

But the calm did not last. Terrifying phenomena erupted—heavens seemed to tear apart, strange entities surged forth, disasters followed: floods, earthquakes, collapsing skies, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes—each enough to destroy an ancient world.

The scenes were chilling. Beings pleading, kneeling, praying to the heavens, only to be swallowed by water, flame, or collapsing earth. Ancient wars, massacres, and famines unfolded in succession. Countless spirits roamed the worlds, their cold, frightening auras spreading in all directions.

Time and space shattered; reality and illusion merged indistinguishably. Eventually, the virtual shadow of the Yao Guang Empire reappeared, its once-glorious realm seeming to resurrect, ready to display its splendor.

The Scavenger’s Tome was completely enveloped by thick mist and these visions. Even as a civilization treasure, it was no different from a mortal under such trials.

Ancient pages caught by sudden black flames in the void began to fade into ash, one by one. Gu Changge frowned slightly, waving his robes; the mist dissipated somewhat.

The blurry figure within the tome distorted and fragmented, the tome itself showing cracks. Ji Hanqing endured unimaginable agony as her form fused with the tome, the transformation affecting body, soul, and spirit. Her new body was forged from both blood and artifact, like a living fusion.

“I may have underestimated her willpower. When the Scavenger’s Tome was first forged, the pain she endured must have been no less than this—after all, the tome was made from parts of her own flesh and blood…”

Gu Changge withdrew his gaze. He had intended to intervene, but now realized it was unnecessary. He had underestimated Ji Hanqing’s ability.

Days later, the cosmos returned to calm. The storms and auras dissipated into silence. Only a blurry, undefined light remained, like raw flesh suspended in chaos, surrounded by mist, various Daoic energies rising around it.

Gu Changge had already left this region days ago, confident that Ji Hanqing’s transformation would succeed. Until she emerged fully formed, no one would disturb her.

Afterward, Ji Hanqing would need time to adapt to her new body and power. Gu Changge had no time to wait for her or provide protection.

Outside, the Fatian Alliance and the Zhengyi Alliance were engaged in full-scale war. In fact, the Fatian Alliance had begun its attack, and the situation was one-sided. Zhengyi forces could only defend, shrinking under the overwhelming pressure.

Neighboring civilizations were abandoned immediately; many subordinate civilizations switched allegiance at the first sign of the Fatians’ approach. Wealthy and powerful, the Fatians opened stable spatial channels, sending massive fleets with armies, their morale soaring, their killing intent boiling.

Wherever they passed, resistance crumbled. Zhengyi was demoralized, incapable of effective defense. Many feared death, preferring submission over futile combat. Even Zudao-level beings retreated when possible, choosing surrender if unavoidable, to avoid annihilation.

Some fought to the end, refusing to yield, only to disappear without a trace, swallowed by the vast cosmos.

In this context, Fatians’ morale surged, rapidly eliminating Zhengyi’s forward posts. Zhengyi wisely chose to preserve the core, abandoning territories that were hard to defend, leaving the weaker, newly formed civilizations exposed. Its territory shrank to less than a third.

Zhengyi also centralized its Daoist orders and civilizations, relocating them to core areas like Chanyang and Shangyin Realms. This was effective, but it left frontline defenders disheartened. Alliances of mutual support crumbled; some regretted joining Zhengyi, realizing that the Fatians specifically targeted the softest opposition.

Against the Fatians, retreat was possible. Against the dark beings, only a desperate fight could be attempted. The most brutal battles occurred beyond dams and city walls, rivers of blood flowing, corpses piling up, shattered weapons drifting through the stars, sand stained red with blood. The boundless, relentless dark beings loomed in the distance, suffocating all with despair.

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