dmims Chapter 12 The Immortal, isn't he right here?
Chapter 12 The Immortal, isn't he right here?
"Fellow Daoist, you come from the Heavenly Court? Could it be the Heavenly Court that was supposedly established by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor?"
The Emperor of China's voice suddenly rose, his eyes filled with surprise.
In the ancient history of this era, when people talk about the Heavenly Court, they all think of the Emperor who was reborn from one of the nine Heavenly Venerables of the mythological era.
He used the Nine-Turn Immortal Elixir to summon several ancient deities from the mythical era, ushering in a golden age of multiple emperors and etching the words "Heavenly Court" deep into the memory of the entire starry sky. However, in fragments of some hidden ancient histories, the Heavenly Court of the Emperors was not an original creation, but rather an imitation of the ancients.
The original ruler of the Heavenly Court was likely the owner of the Desolate Tower, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!
These records are fragmented and vague, mostly derived from ancient fragments and inscriptions that are too old to be traced back to their original form. Even the ancient celestial beings of the mythological era could not distinguish their authenticity. During the hundreds of thousands of years from his attainment of enlightenment to his dormancy in the Primordial Ancient Mine, the Great Emperor of Shenzhou also used his divine sense to search for these ancient traces scattered throughout the world, but he was never able to piece together a complete picture.
But now, a living, breathing remnant of the chaotic ancient times is sitting right in front of him!
"Exactly."
Yu Dao replied with a slight hint of reminiscence.
The Heavenly Court he joined was the one that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor had rebuilt after returning to the Immortal Realm and becoming a powerful Immortal King. This ancient Heavenly Court, which was formed from the universe of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, was the Daoist temple that the Desolate Heavenly Emperor had subconsciously created after he was ambushed and his true self was trapped in the cycle of reincarnation.
The two were originally one. At the end of the chaotic ancient era, most of the ancient Heavenly Court of this universe was also guided to the Immortal Realm by the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.
"It really did come from that ancient celestial court."
The Great Emperor of China was amazed and filled with longing.
The chaotic ancient era left behind various fragmented and mysterious legends, suggesting that immortals may still exist in the world.
After attaining enlightenment, emperors and sovereigns would attempt to use their great supernatural powers to rewind time, trying to uncover even a small part of the mysterious and profound ancient era, but the results were often meager. He himself had once used imperial blood as a guide to deduce that lost ancient history, but all he saw was chaos, unable to even touch a single fragment.
At this moment, a supreme being from the ancient Heavenly Court during the chaotic era sat before him.
"Brother Dao, you come from the chaotic ancient times. I wonder how the laws of that era differ from those of this world?"
The Great Emperor of China asked.
Every being who reaches the pinnacle of humanity is undoubtedly a steadfast seeker of the Dao. The vastly different Dao and principles within an ancient, legendary era hold immense appeal for such beings. Moreover, this Lord of Chaos has already demonstrated the power of his methods by slaying Holy Spirits and traversing the Divine Ruins.
Yu Dao smiled calmly and did not answer immediately.
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be impatient. Sit down, have a cup of tea, and we can discuss this further later."
He raised his hand and pointed, and the Dao principles condensed in the void, conjuring a blue stone platform and two stone stools out of thin air. The surface of the stone platform had ancient patterns, and the stone stools were as warm and smooth as jade; both were manifestations of the Dao principles, yet they were indistinguishable from real objects. The two sat down facing each other.
With another flick of his sleeve, Yu Dao sent emerald green, translucent, hexagonal tea leaves into the teacup.
Water without roots condenses from the void and falls into the cup, boiling without fire, and in a short while, a delicate fragrance rises.
The aroma of the tea was neither strong nor overpowering, but rather like a gentle spring breeze. Just one sip was enough to refresh one's mind and soul. The Emperor of China took a sip, and his eyes brightened slightly.
"Good tea."
"I'm glad you like it, fellow Daoist," Yu Dao replied casually.
This tea comes from a tea tree growing in Huntian Ridge. The mysteries of the world are hard to describe. The collision between the dark magic and the Heavenly Court's restrictions was supposed to be an endless mass destruction, but over the long years measured in millions of years, the remnants of the two have intertwined and merged together. Huntian Ridge, which should have been barren, has also given birth to all kinds of magical medicinal herbs.
Although it cannot compare to the elixir of immortality, this cup of tea is no less valuable than a king of herbs.
"The laws of the chaotic ancient era were fundamentally different from those of the present day."
Yu Dao put down his teacup, lightly tapped his fingertip in the air, and demonstrated the cultivation method he had practiced in the past.
The Immortal Realm and the Primordial Ancient Realm share the same origin. Although various methods have changed during the eras, such as the difference between the "Modern Methods" and the "Ancient Immortal Methods," their root is the same: those few creators of the Immortal Realm's methods—the Butcher's ancestors, the ancient ancestors of the Golden Crow Clan, and so on.
A halo of light rippled out from his fingertips, like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating ripples in the void.
A halo of light spread between the two, transforming into a slowly flowing scroll. Within the scroll, a cultivator sat cross-legged amidst mountains and rivers, his meridians resonating with the earth's dragon veins, the essence of the sun and moon cascading down like a waterfall with each breath. At the cultivator's dantian, a radiant divine seed slowly rotated, each rotation stirring the primordial energy of the entire world. Within the divine seed, mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars were faintly visible, as if a nascent world was being conceived.
"This is the foundation of the ancient immortal method. It takes the divine materials of heaven and earth as seeds, which are also fragments of the laws, and transforms itself into a small world, which is mutually verified with the great world outside." Yu Dao's voice slowly rang out.
"Cultivators use their physical bodies as furnaces, their divine seeds as the foundation of their Dao, and their divine souls as bridges, connecting the inner and outer worlds. Every breath between the microcosm and the macrocosm is a comprehension of the Great Dao. When the divine seed takes root and sprouts, opening up a complete microcosm within the body, every move is empowered by the power of heaven and earth. Every punch and kick carries the weight of a world."
The images in the scroll evolved continuously as he spoke.
The divine seed took root, sprouted, and grew into a towering tree, its canopy reaching the heavens and its roots penetrating the deepest hell. The cultivator also grew along with it, and eventually, a perfect resonance was formed between the small world and the outside world, where the body was the world, and the world was the body.
The Great Emperor of Shenzhou stared intently at the scroll, his pupils reflecting the profound principles flowing within it. His fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the stone platform, each tap landing precisely on a point where these principles flowed, as he sought to fully comprehend the mysteries of this ancient method.
"Taking the divine ingredients of heaven and earth as seeds, merging with heaven and earth, achieving unity of inner and outer, it is truly mysterious and unfathomable."
After a long silence, he sighed, his tone filled with both shock and regret: "It's a pity. The various divine objects you mentioned, brother, do not exist in this world. Some are only mentioned sporadically in ancient historical fragments from the mythological era, and many more have never been heard of before."
"Even with a supreme divine seed, it is no longer suitable for the current environment." Yu Dao took over the conversation, shaking his head slightly. "Fellow Daoist once resonated with the will of Heaven, so you can naturally feel the laws and Dao of this great universe. The peak of the human path is already the ultimate. To merge with the outer world is tantamount to putting on shackles."
"During the chaotic ancient times, the will of Heaven cut down far too many."
He spoke these words softly, yet they caused the Emperor of Shenzhou's heart to tighten slightly. The four words "Heaven's Will Blade" contained an immense amount of information, so much so that even with his supreme-level deductive abilities, he felt a suffocating pressure for a moment.
Yu Dao seemed oblivious to Shenzhou's reaction and continued speaking in a casual tone, as if he were chatting.
"In my time, by merging with the outer world and allowing the divine seeds to blend with the inner world, it was possible to gradually approach the realm of immortality."
"What?!"
The Great Emperor of Shenzhou suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing like lightning, and he could no longer maintain his previous composure.
The words "Immortal Realm" struck his mind like a thunderbolt!
"Brother Dao, you say the methods of the Chaotic Ancient Era can bring one close to the realm of immortality? Are there really immortals in this world? Have you ever seen a true immortal?"
His voice was filled with disbelief. He had been lying dormant in the Primordial Ancient Mine for hundreds of thousands of years, even severing his own life, watching helplessly as his contemporaries descended into madness and depravity. What was the purpose of all this? It was nothing more than that faint glimmer of possibility regarding "immortality."
Now, a survivor from the chaotic past sits in front of him and tells him that perhaps it was all not an illusion!
Faced with the Emperor of Shenzhou's excitement, Yu Dao simply smiled slightly.
He picked up his teacup, took a leisurely sip, and then pointed to the divine peach tree beside him.
The ancient peach tree swayed gently in the thin black mist. Every crack in its rough and ancient bark held the marks of time, and its branches and leaves were as clear as jade, swaying gently in the wind.
Just as the Emperor of China was wondering...
Yu Dao's voice came softly.
"Isn't the immortal right here?"
His calm words were nothing short of a raging storm, a thunderous explosion!