Chapter 78: Following the Will of Heaven (Third Update, Please Vote)

Chapter 78: Following Heaven’s Will

One must understand, the world of "Under One Person" has always been an inseparable part of the vast primordial universe—its territory since ancient times. Any force or being who dares to oppose this will face the condemnation of justice from the great primordial world.

Any slanderous accusations labeling me as a foreign demon are tantamount to offending the Dao Ancestor. To go against the Dao Ancestor is to oppose the entire primordial universe!

I, Luo Feng—True Immortal of Heavenly Talismans, Master God Overseer, disciple of the Dao Ancestor, direct heir of the Daoist tradition—am a legitimate native of the primordial world, not some transmigrator!

With this thought, Luo Feng swiftly carved a statue of the Dao Ancestor by hand, opened up a room, and placed it there with utmost reverence.

He burned incense and bowed in worship.

Watching the curling smoke rise, Luo Feng breathed a sigh of relief, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Now, he could barely count himself as a disciple under the Dao Ancestor’s tutelage. On odd days, he worshipped the Dao Ancestor; on even days, the Three Pure Ones. Thus, he became the most direct descendant among the Daoist sect!

With this identity, he could rightfully remain in the primordial world. Otherwise, he would have to live every day in fear.

Ever since he realized he was in the vast primordial universe, Luo Feng worried that someday, a powerful being would whimsically cast a divination.

And then—an immortal-slaying sword falling from the sky? The Pangu Banner? The Taiji Diagram? … He wouldn’t even have a place to cry.

The world of "Under One Person" had become the lower realm of the primordial world. The barrier between worlds had vanished, with time flowing differently: a hundred years in the primordial world equaled a year below.

Given this, there was no need to linger in Heavenly Escape Valley. It was time to venture into the primordial world in search of greater opportunities.

With a thought, Luo Feng had a new puppet take his place, guarding Heavenly Escape Valley.

His true form appeared in the vast primordial universe, inside an unnamed mountain cave.

“Ah, mm.”

The instant he set foot in the primordial world, endless spiritual energy surged forward, rushing into Luo Feng’s body.

The immense spiritual energy, the pleasure of cultivation—

Luo Feng nearly cried out in comfort.

Spiritual energy poured into his flawless body, like a traveler in the desert greedily drinking water after days of thirst.

Such hunger showed how long he had gone without sustenance.

The spiritual energy in "Under One Person" was decent, but could never support one nearing the level of a Golden Immortal.

A dragon cannot become a true dragon in a pond; its breath alone could turn the world into a barren wasteland.

Ever since attaining this innate achievement, Luo Feng had been in a state of neither increase nor decrease. Though his essence was unharmed, it was hardly ideal.

“Once a thought arises, cut it off; don’t follow it; be aware; and in awareness, let it vanish!”

With remarkable willpower, Luo Feng halted the pleasure of absorbing spiritual energy.

If he let the energy gather unchecked, a spiritual storm would form above, sweeping thirty thousand miles, instantly turning this humble mountain into a blessed immortal abode.

Such commotion was not Luo Feng’s style.

With a furrowed brow and a flick of his robe, he gathered all the ambient spiritual energy, restoring the mountain’s concentration to its ordinary state.

As if all those phenomena were mere illusions.

The rich spiritual energy within eight hundred miles condensed into a vibrant, life-filled spiritual liquid.

Luo Feng used Daoist breathing techniques to absorb the liquid.

Like a timely rain, it eased the hunger of his flesh, soothing the heat.

The comfort was akin to drinking a bottle of chilled soda in the peak of summer.

He exhaled a breath of white vapor, shaping it into floating dust.

Luo Feng gazed into the void, unable to suppress a smile. “No wonder everyone wishes to ascend to the immortal realm—this is what ascension feels like.”

In a pond, a true dragon is constrained, fearful of breaking it. Only by entering the vast ocean can a true dragon roar across the heavens and earth, roaming freely… no, only then can it become the supreme ancestral dragon.

“Master, do you need anything?”

A cautious voice came from outside the cave.

The silver-white little snake was clearly frightened by the unprecedented phenomenon.

With a slender white finger, Luo Feng summoned his spiritual consciousness, drawing the Daoist Tianyi into his sleeve.

Then, he deftly changed his appearance three times, dyed his hair gray-blue, and became Tianyi.

Luo Feng spoke calmly, “Jinxin, come in.”

A nine-inch-long silver snake slithered in, raising its body, its twin eyes bright as crystal.

Luo Feng’s eyes lit up, inwardly praising his own judgment.

If this cute little snake were on Earth, it would surely draw crowds at a zoo, selling plenty of tickets.

The silver snake tilted its head, asking doubtfully, “Master, was that spiritual energy just now?”

Luo Feng smiled serenely. “It’s nothing. Your master felt inspired, broke through to the late stage of the soul, and achieved the perfected soul realm.”

The silver snake immediately bowed, delighted. “Congratulations, Master!”

Luo Feng nodded. “A small breakthrough is nothing. Now, continue introducing the three great demon kings…”

The silver snake nodded obediently. “Yes, Master.”

…

Half a day later, the silver snake departed.

Luo Feng’s gaze revealed a hint of worry.

So, the Shang Dynasty already? The Investiture of the Gods is near?!

After pondering for a long time, Luo Feng took out a sheet of paper and a pen.

Since the Dao Ancestor accepted him, he was now a proper native, free from any dark history.

No need to worry about being casually eliminated.

Acceptance is acceptance; the benefits must be sought on one’s own.

The Dao Ancestor had already bestowed a Master God fragment.

As the saying goes, don’t accept rewards without merit—one mustn’t be greedy.

A good subordinate must learn independence and self-reliance.

Thinking thus, Luo Feng wrote three words on the paper: Follow Heaven’s Way!

What is Heaven’s Way? It is Heaven’s Heart.

In ordinary worlds, the trajectory of fate is Heaven’s Heart, Heaven’s Will.

But in the vast primordial universe, what is Heaven’s Way? The Dao Ancestor is Heaven’s Way; Heaven’s Way is the Dao Ancestor!

Except, the Dao Ancestor rarely manages affairs, leaving authority to the Six Saints.

To follow Heaven’s Way, to follow Heaven’s Heart, is to align with the wishes of the sages.

But there are six sages—which one to follow?!

Luo Feng wrote five words on the paper: Human, Elucidation, Interception, West, Nuwa.

As a mature Daoist, Luo Feng would never simply believe that Elucidation is good, Interception is evil, and the Western sect is a group of bald monks taking advantage.

Upon first reading the Investiture of the Gods, one assumes Elucidation is good, Interception is evil.

On rereading, Elucidation seems hypocritical, Interception the heroic rebels.

Now recalling the story, it is impossible to fully comprehend.

Each person has their own convictions. The Jade Ruyi Heavenly Lord seems to bully the weak, yet truly cares for his disciples. Ask yourself, who wouldn’t want such a protective teacher?

Elucidation’s tradition is to shield its disciples—Taiyi protects the unruly Nezha, Yu Ding covers up for the serious offender Yang Jian.

If one could choose a sect, Elucidation’s direct transmission is surely the elite academy.

The Sword-bearing Heavenly Lord accepts all, full of spirit, yet his disciples are mixed: some meditate quietly, others eat humans and treat mortals like ants.

Whatever their virtue, they share one thing—unity and loyalty!

Wen Taishi, an ordinary Interception disciple—not one of the four direct inheritors, not among the seven attendant immortals—could still summon countless comrades, showing their solidarity.

If one could choose a sect, Interception’s direct transmission is certainly a top school.

The Western sect, the Treasure Tree Saint, appears shameless, but has worked tirelessly for the sect’s prosperity, never resting for a moment.

Such perseverance—who else possesses it?

Ordinary cultivators can only persist for a few decades, but the Sage Zhunti endures for an era, a calamity’s span.

Sometimes, reading novels, Luo Feng found it laughable: the fickle protagonist can defeat Zhunti? If sages were all weak, what would those below them be?

To rise above the primordial beings and become a sage is never easy.

The Western sect’s current circumstances are lacking, but they need people!

“So, should I join Elucidation, Interception, or the Western sect?”

“Not being a direct disciple of Elucidation’s Heavenly Lord is risky; Interception stands at the eye of the storm, target of calamity; the Western sect is far away and has many restrictions…”

“Human sect’s Heavenly Lord… hmm, not very realistic…”

“Nuwa… even less realistic…”

Luo Feng indulged in blissful fantasies.

Like a child dreaming of entering Tsinghua or Peking University!

In reality, most can only hope for a third-rate school—in Investiture of the Gods, or at best enjoy mortal wealth—a technical college.

The most unfortunate enter reincarnation—‘Hero, please try again’—failed the exam.

After a long while, Luo Feng put away the ‘West’ and ‘Nuwa’ words.

The reason was simple.

Nuwa dwells in the highest heavens, her palace unreachable.

Similarly, the Western sect is far away.

He himself is in the East Sea; the Western sect lies in the west, with countless obstacles and hardships along the way.

Far too dangerous.

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End of chapter.