Chapter 149: Heroes Make the Times (Part One)

Chapter 149: Heroes Create the Times (Part 1)

Emperor Ziwei laughed heartily, while Primordial Mother Doumu sighed with emotion.

Looking at it from another perspective, to endure ten thousand kalpas without changing one's original aspiration could indeed be called a firm Dao heart.

In the realm of playing it safe, Luo Feng had developed a distinctive style, reaching the absolute pinnacle of steadfastness and caution.

At the same time, it was precisely because of this cautious nature that Luo Feng had a few more chances of attaining the Dao of Da Luo, and an extra possibility of becoming a supreme mighty figure.

Gazing down at the mortal realm below, Emperor Ziwei muttered to himself, "What is most important when one is a Da Luo?!"

"It is endurance!"

Mother Doumu said with a hint of emotion, "Indeed, it is endurance. Internal kalpas are hard to cross, but external kalpas are even harder to get through."

As an ancient god and an innate Da Luo entity, Mother Doumu had witnessed the world remain un decaying through ten thousand kalpas since Pangu opened the heavens. Looking down upon all races without aging, she had seen countless peerless talents.

One kalpa comprised one hundred twenty-nine thousand and six hundred epochs, and one epoch comprised one hundred twenty-nine thousand and six hundred years.

In every single epoch, a few heroes and proud talents with the potential of Da Luo would invariably emerge, born as the sons of destiny.

Yet, after such a long accumulation of time, there were only those few Da Luo beings, and supreme mighty figures were even fewer.

Why was that?!

It was because these sons of destiny, born to weather the kalpas, were simply too arrogant and reckless!

They transcended kalpas to become immortals in just a few years, sweeping through all opposition. They possessed supreme spiritual treasures, and some even had innate spiritual treasures guarding their paths.

On the path of cultivation, obstacle after obstacle was treated as nothing. Becoming a celestial immortal in a century or a golden immortal in a millennium was considered slow.

With such a life and such a realm, the sons of destiny naturally became proud and conceited.

Even Da Luo beings were, in their eyes, merely powerful cultivators. A great man born in this world should be just like this, and they could easily take their place.

In their actions and demeanor, they were even more domineering than the protagonists of legends, wiping out entire clans over a single disagreement. Those whose mortal desires remained unrefined would extravagantly build vast harems.

This was the very definition of courting death.

One must understand that the pugilistic world is not just about killing and fighting; it is about human relations and worldly sophistication.

Especially in this primordial pugilistic world, the waters were frighteningly deep. True dragons of Da Luo could plunge in and remain trapped for hundreds of millions of years without emerging.

In the primordial world, the most valuable thing was time, yet the most worthless thing was also time.

After thousands of epochs, you were in me and I was in you; relationships were tangled and complex, and grievances and affections were inextricably intertwined.

If one were to randomly pick a small hill in the primordial world, who knows—perhaps a divine tree on that mountain was an innate spiritual root, the minor sect in the temple halfway up the mountain was the closed-door disciple of some Da Luo, and the little turtle at the foot of the mountain was merely an alternate avatar of a certain Da Luo.

Everyone was an immortal species living long lives. When one lives long enough, all sorts of things happen.

Three hundred thousand two hundred and ten epochs ago, a son of destiny was born. Upon emerging into the world, he was already a celestial immortal of great might, and an innate spiritual treasure flew from beyond the heavens to guard his path.

Within a mere hundred years, this son of destiny achieved the gathering of three flowers at the crown and the convergence of five qi towards the origin. Within a millennium, he comprehended the two paths of time and space, qualifying him to证道 (attain the Dao) as a Da Luo.

Quite a few Da Luo beings favored him and successively made investments in him.

Having already sailed with the wind, the son of destiny became even more insufferably arrogant after receiving investments from Da Luo beings, even shouting the slogan, "I am the Mandate of Heaven."

Building upon his extravagant harem, he even intended to forcefully take a direct-line fox maiden of Qingqiu as a concubine.

Without showing the slightest regard for the Lord of Qingqiu, the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, he blustered, "I am the future Heavenly Lord; taking a Qingqiu woman as a concubine is already lowering yourself to match me."

To this, the Lord of Qingqiu, the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox, simply smiled calmly and ignored him.

We Da Luo beings are high in virtue and prestige, with flawless morality; how could we bully the young? The son of destiny is merely a junior, let it be, let it be...

And so, at the end of the epoch, one hundred twenty-nine thousand and six hundred years later, when this son of destiny prepared to attain the Dao of Da Luo:

His very first kalpa trial—"I ascend the supreme peak, and all saints block the Dao"—had its difficulty coefficient instantly adjusted from a nine-in-ten chance of death to absolute annihilation with zero chance of survival.

It was neither the standard routine of nine Da Luo projections coming to block the path, nor the high-difficulty descent of thirty-six, but the simultaneous descent of one hundred and eight Da Luo Heavenly Lord projections!

In an instant, lightning flashed, the Great Dao roared, and figures filled the horizon...

Among them were former ministers of the heavenly court: the ten demon gods Ji Meng, Jiuying, Feilian, Baize, Qinyuan, Yingzhao, Shangyang, Feidan, Qiongqi, and Bifang. There was also a human race Da Luo riding a water dragon, holding a sea-calming divine needle in his left hand and a mountain-splitting axe in his right.

There were Da Luo projections from the Daoist sect, and Da Luo projections from the Buddhist sect...

It could be said that the three teachings and nine schools of thought, along with the hundred schools of philosophers, were all gathered here.

Afterwards, the former Heavenly Court old minister, Emperor Yu of Mount Tai, and the Qingqiu ancestor of the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox expressed:

"I ascend the supreme peak, and all saints block the Dao," which was a manifestation of the Great Dao and arose naturally. The appearance of one hundred and eight Da Luo beings was purely because the son of destiny possessed innate aptitude that was far too heaven-defying, thus summoning such a massive calamity.

This was the operation of the Heavenly Dao. If anyone had doubts or questioned this, it would be equivalent to questioning the Primordial Heavenly Dao.

They would be thoroughly virtue-less people!

Regarding this, one hundred and eight anonymous Da Luo beings passing by all gave the Qingqiu ancestor a thumbs-up.

Amidst the conversation between Emperor Ziwei and Mother Doumu, a true dragon had already fought its way out in the lower mortal realm, deciding the victor.

A vast pillar of heaven carrying the earth's energy and the hearts of the people pierced straight through the nine firmaments and rushed into the Ziwei starry region.

The Emperor cast a sideways glance, and streams of information emerged.

In the twilight years of the Great Joy Dynasty, the world was in turmoil and heroes rose together in swarms. Two dragon serpents arose in the north and the south, locked in a stalemate for over a decade due to being evenly matched.

Another minor feudal lord seized the opportunity to rise, remaining peacefully inactive for thirty years while bowing in submission, executing the strategy of building high walls, storing abundant food, and slowly claiming kingship.

Ultimately, by swallowing the south and annexing the north, he achieved a unified dynasty, performing the grand sacrificial ceremony to cede the throne today, his aura connecting directly to Ziwei.

The Emperor swept his gaze across the information, revealing a trace of a smile, and slowly uttered a single word: "Granted!"

The continuously rising pillar of destiny luck received this aid and suddenly surged violently, as if assisted by heaven itself, ultimately plunging into the starlight of Ziwei.

It achieved the pillar of unification for Heaven, Earth, and Humanity, suppressing the entire universe.

Down below in the mortal realm, cheers erupted. What has been divided for long must unite, and what has been united for long must divide—yet another several hundred years of a peaceful and prosperous age had begun.

"How does Mother view this?"

Looking down at the mortal realm, Emperor Ziwei spoke with implied meaning.

A wheel of starlight emerged. Mother Doumu nodded in agreement, clapping her hands as she praised, "Heroes create the times, and the times create heroes."

"That disciple of mine, if he can seize the opportunity in this grand tribulation of conferring gods, has the hope of becoming a supreme mighty figure."

Attaining the Dao of Da Luo required sufficient endurance. After accumulating a certain amount of strength and human connections, one would finally make the ultimate leap. Whether one could successfully get through the external realm depended entirely on oneself.

In any case, there would always be a sliver of vitality, as long as one did not court death like a certain son of destiny.

Having observed Luo Feng's temperament, Mother Doumu felt completely at ease regarding the trial of "I ascend the supreme peak, and all saints block the Dao."

Because ever since Luo Feng entered the primordial world, he had never offended a single Da Luo being.

Even the Dragon Clan, which concerned his own position and future prospects, was left untouched.

Staying safely tucked away in the Heavenly Court to cultivate into a golden immortal, he could, to a certain extent, be considered the number one person in the primordial world.

If he were truly to attain the Dao of Da Luo, Mother Doumu doubted whether it would even be possible to gather nine Da Luo projections to block him.

Without reason or provocation, no Da Luo would be willing to make an enemy of someone about to achieve the Dao.

Moreover, he was someone originating from the Zixiao Palace, a subordinate of the Jade Emperor, a disciple of Doumu, and a cultivator of the human race.

However, VIP nobles among the Da Luo—the supreme mighty figures—were different. Those were positions where every single radish had its own hole.

That truly required heroes to create the times, and the times to create heroes.