Chapter 918 - 910: The Birth of the Human Race
Chapter 918: Chapter 910: The Birth of the Human Race
Martial Resolution struggled to calm his mind and steady himself; he began to wonder about the origins of this world.
Having traveled through the Three Thousand Great Worlds, he was unfortunately swept into a space-time turbulence while contesting for a Supreme Treasure. When he awoke, he found himself in this place.
It had been many years since he left the Celestial Spirit Great World, and despite having visited many realms, he was still shocked by the Spiritual Energy of this world.
“What on earth is this place…”
Martial Resolution sensed the dense demon qi from all directions and suspected he had arrived in a domain ruled by the Demon Race.
Among all the Three Thousand Great Worlds, there aren’t many where the Demon Race reigns supreme.
Suddenly, a fierce wind howled, stirring dust and acrid smoke, making his vision blurry and heightening his tension.
When his vision cleared, he was taken aback; he saw a four-winged yellow dragon flying overhead. Its huge body couldn’t be concealed by the sea of clouds, and an overwhelming aura descended, making him feel suffocated.
Even as a Heaven-Encompassing Free Immortal who had endured countless trials, Martial Resolution felt so insignificant in front of this dragon. The other could crush him effortlessly with a single claw.
The most terrifying thing was that someone stood atop this dragon’s head. Although the person appeared small next to the four-winged demon dragon, their aura was so formidable that Martial Resolution couldn’t ignore it.
Martial Resolution’s heartstrings tightened, sensing himself on the brink of a dire situation, uncertain how he might escape this peril.
However.
The Daoist atop the four-winged demon dragon merely glanced at Martial Resolution and did not command his mount to stop, nor did he make any move or utter any word towards Martial Resolution.
Even after the four-winged demon dragon disappeared into the horizon, the look from the Daoist lingered in Martial Resolution’s mind.
What kind of gaze was that?
Apathetic, devoid of any emotional color, unconcerned with his presence or condition.
Such indifference was as if looking at a mere insect.
No, even less than an insect.
As if regarding the flowers and grass by the roadside.
Martial Resolution felt a deep sense of insult, though his anger faded quickly, replaced by relief.
Though humiliated, at least he survived.
He suddenly realized that this world was different from any he had visited before.
Despite the dense demon qi, no Demon has come to trouble him, perhaps not because they haven’t noticed him, but because they have and simply don’t care.
Thinking of this, Martial Resolution’s composure returned, and he began to anticipate the sights that lay ahead.
Not until a full day and night passed did Martial Resolution return to his normal state.
When dawn broke, he leapt into the air, proceeding with caution.
He flew towards the direction with the most living auras. That direction held not only demon qi but other energies, even containing Immortal qi. His instinct told him that flying that way, great opportunities awaited.
…
Gu An, while picking medicinal herbs, watched Martial Resolution as he went to listen to the Dao. He still missed this old friend.
In the past, when he was yet weak, he became acquainted with Martial Resolution. At that time, both were nobodies in the Supreme Sect. Martial Resolution’s intense grief and sorrow could strangely prolong his life span, aiding him to reach his current heights.
Martial Resolution’s arrival in Central Heaven was naturally orchestrated by Gu An.
Central Heaven would eventually become the ultimate destination for cultivators of the Three Thousand Great Worlds. Gu An merely helped Martial Resolution arrive early.
Without his intervention, Martial Resolution would have been torn to ashes by space-time turbulence.
Now, when Gu An looked at Martial Resolution, he perceived many things.
Martial Resolution’s soul contained a True Meaning of the Great Dao. Although it was far from Hong Yi’s creation, this True Meaning of the Great Dao could aid Martial Resolution to travel further.
Upon arriving in Central Heaven, Martial Resolution immediately encountered countless new threads of destiny.
Gu An quietly extinguished some of the destiny lines that ended prematurely, so that when Martial Resolution faced choices in the future, he would be inexplicably led to make different decisions and avoid early demise.
After gathering herbs, Gu An stretched lazily, exchanged a few brief words with the Ghost Mother of Ephemera, and left.
The Ghost Mother of Ephemera watched him depart, unaware that he had just altered another’s fate during the process.
Finished with collecting herbs, Gu An walked through the fields, pondering what to do next.
Along the way, Gu An spotted Wu Xie sparring with a disciple. The two wielded scimitars, dueling at the edge of the forest, their figures intersecting quickly but within the realm of the mundane. They had deliberately disguised themselves as martial artists.
Gu An did not pause his stride, yet his gaze invigorated Wu Xie and the disciple, making their movements increasingly fast.
Only after Gu An vanished from their sight did they calm down.
“Martial Uncle, how many times do we have to fight like this?” the fighting disciple couldn’t help but ask Wu Xie.
Wu Xie glared at him and said, “Don’t think it’s tedious. One day, you’ll gain enlightenment from this. Your emotions aren’t adequate; it’s not like facing a mortal enemy. If you encounter someone suspicious, you’ll surely be seen through. Do you want to be the first disciple expelled?”
Upon hearing this, the male disciple quickly shook his head, his face contorting with hatred, making his moves erratic, which pleased Wu Xie.
Now that’s more like it!
Their battle was just a glimpse of events within the Daoist Field of the Beginningless; more and more disciples were attempting to practice mortal interactions to immerse themselves fully.
Their instincts told them that the day for the Daoist Field of the Beginningless to open was approaching.
Gu An was also waiting; he was waiting for the Human Race to be established, for the Celestial Emperor to leave.
In the years that followed, watching the experiences of Li Ya, Martial Resolution, and Hong Yi became Gu An’s pastime.
After the Celestial Emperor descended to the mortal world for countless millennia without finding Gu An, he chose to leave Central Heaven.
During this period, the Celestial Emperor once came near the Beginningless, but was misled by Gu An’s Dao Intent, causing him to bypass it.
The absolute Supreme of the Heavenly Dao was unaware and could only leave with regret.
Not long after the Celestial Emperor departed, the Heavenly Emperor descended with a Female Immortal. This Female Immortal descended in the Extreme East to begin creating the Human Race.
The birth of the Human Race led to the Celestial Dao Light Layer shrouding Central Heaven to shower abundant merits, as the Immortal Gods proclaimed the event to all living beings.
Creating a race could earn Celestial Dao Merits and ascend to immortality, which stirred a great uproar in the world, as the term Human Race etched itself into the awareness of all living beings.
What kind of race could their mere birth elevate their creator to the Immortal Class?
Learning of the Human Race’s birth, the Wushiji Disciples grew more anxious, as they were disguising themselves as mortals. Now that the Human Race was born, it clearly determined the opening of the Beginningless.
That day.
In a bamboo forest.
Gu An sat on the steps, guiding An Xin and Zui in cultivating the Immortal Emperor’s Eye, as the two disciples meditated beside him, each staring into the other’s eyes with their own Immortal Emperor’s Eye.
They were using the Immortal Emperor’s Eye to engage in combat.
Suddenly.
An Xin and Zui’s expressions changed dramatically as they were simultaneously repelled, falling to the ground.
They sat up, clutching their chests, looking at Gu An filled with a palpable sense of dread.