Chapter 1006: The Dao Heart Plants Slaves Scripture

The Great Emperor's scripture.

The Great Emperor's scripture, the Void Refining inheritance, was right here before his eyes!

The Blood Robe Daoist's body halted, the hand gripping his sword began to tremble, and he stared fixedly at the dark green, archaic bamboo slip, the surging emotions in his heart churning like a river tide.

The path of the Great Emperor was right here!

"Emperor realm…"

The Blood Robe Daoist actually revealed a hesitant, timid expression, not daring to approach for the moment, no longer the bloodthirsty madman he had been before.

Countless gazes converged here.

Mo Shan's eyes had turned blood-red. No matter how loyal, faced with such a Great Emperor's scripture, one would lose all reason, wishing he could rush up at once and snatch that Great Emperor's scripture away.

Yet, wisps and strands of blood-colored sword qi, even amid the Blood Robe Daoist's trance, slowly crawled all over his skull, the blade edges pointing inward, like countless fresh-blood barbs.

With every step Mo Shan advanced, the fresh-blood sword barbs pierced one more fraction into his body, one more fraction deep into his divine soul.

In the end, Mo Shan no longer dared to move, his whole body icy cold.

Countless strands of blood-colored sword qi had pierced through his body; if he took one more step forward, that terrifying sword qi would completely pierce through his divine soul.

"The Great Emperor is muddle-headed…"

Chenshan Wang glared furiously at that lowly servant.

A Great Emperor's scripture, for someone of his status as a direct-line descendant of the Flame Stone family, though extremely precious, was not unobtainable; what limited his breakthrough was only his own talent and resources.

But this was merely a servant!

A servant, obtaining a Great Emperor's scripture—this kindled an inexplicable, manic killing intent in his heart, almost unbearable.

This was the instinct of living beings born of the realm-dominating race.

"A Great Emperor's scripture…"

"This sovereign has, in his whole life, also had the chance to witness one…"

Jiang Ding spent a great deal of time before he could calm the surging lake of his heart, carefully took the archaic bamboo slip into his hands, did not perform any inspection, and directly probed his divine sense and sword intent into it.

"The Dao Heart Plants Slaves Scripture!"

This was the name of this Great Emperor's scripture, not concealed in the slightest.

Just like the tyranny of the Horned Demon Imperial Race, ruling the star river, wantonly enslaving the myriad races and beings, making them scramble to pledge loyalty to them.

The Horned Demon Imperial Race crudely and directly slaughtered and eradicated all defiance within the realm, reigning supreme over all under heaven.

"…Slave scripture…"

Jiang Ding was not particularly surprised, nor did he care much, and continued to look toward the main text of the scripture.

"…Planting demons in the Dao heart, condensing a slave seed, merging with the divine soul, merging with flesh and blood, merging with the Ben Ming Fa, merging with karma, merging with bloodline…"

"…The slave seed undergoes the three calamities of the heavenly tribulation…"

"…The Emperor realm is achieved…"

Jiang Ding examined it carefully, forgetting

everything, carefully comprehending, falling into a state of enlightenment akin to closed-door cultivation.

He had fallen into Dao comprehension.

Yanliu Di Zi kept staring at Dong Xue He Wang; upon seeing such a state, he could not help but reveal a strong expression of wariness.

Dong Xue He Wang's talent was indeed stronger than his.

If Dong Xue He Wang had been born into a human sect akin to an imperial race, he himself would probably only be able to look up at him, might not even have the qualification to follow, let alone be his enemy.

Fortunately, fortunately.

Yanliu Di Zi sneered coldly in his heart.

Since ancient times, exotic-race beings with talent matching Dong Xue He Wang's, or even stronger, had not been lacking in Jiao Jiao Mingyu; they were not some unique, world-creating rarity.

These peerless prodigies of exotic races, without exception, had never stirred up any waves.

The vast majority of exotic-race prodigies died obscurely in unknown corners, dying in their weakness at the hands of even Captain-rank, or even weaker Soldier-rank cultivators.

Some exotic-race prodigies were luckier, gained more time to grow, stirred up some local unrest, killed some slave-race cultivators and imperial-race cultivators, and were then slain by the greater numbers of imperial-race cultivators who came upon hearing the news.

Dong Xue He Wang, originally, should also have met such a fate.

But he was very clever, found an excellent opportunity, stepped into the once-in-tens-of-thousands-of-years battle of the Imperial Sons, and displayed tremendous exploitable value.

This was the sole reason he was still alive now.

Jiang Ding silently comprehended.

Beyond doubt, he possessed a Xian Dao foundation slightly exceeding that of an ordinary peak Soul Transformation cultivator; this was the merit of the immortal-gate educational system, the result of day and night working, researching, and studying alongside Zhenjun Shenji Canghai Tianjun, Senior Wanji Canghai Tianjun, Yuan, and others, giving him the basic ability to comprehend a Great Emperor's scripture.

This Great Emperor's scripture was named the Dao Heart Plants Slaves Scripture.

It originated from an unknown Xian Dao civilization called the Ancient God Dao, possibly a human Xian Dao civilization, because Jiang Ding saw within the scripture some writing habits of human cultivators.

But not necessarily.

One could only say it was possible; after all, he was merely a very weak cultivator, his horizons and Xian Dao foundation, within the vast realm, could only be described as insignificant as dust, and the judgments he made were not accurate.

Not to mention, he was now merely a being possessing Dong Xue He Wang's memories, and could not be equated with a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child.

This Xian Dao civilization called the Ancient God Dao had once been supremely prosperous!

Because, it could take Void Refining cultivators as slaves!

It had even created a specialized Xian Dao Gong Fa such as the Dao Heart Plants Slaves Scripture.

The fundamental principle of this scripture was to have a cultivator use their own divine soul, flesh-and-blood body, and Ben Ming Fa to condense a slave seed, then let the slave seed continuously grow, and finally merge into one with the divine soul.

In the end, the slave seed was the cultivator, and the cultivator was the slave seed.

Finally, using the slave seed to weather the Soul Transformation heavenly tribulation and advance to Void Refining counted as the scripture's great completion.

By then, even if the slave-seed cultivator advanced to Great Emperor, his life and death would likewise be controlled in the hands of the slave-seed master, with no possibility of escape whatsoever.

Not only that, even more terrifying was that the slave seed would ceaselessly alter the slave-seed cultivator in imperceptible ways, making them pledge loyalty to the slave master without cease, utterly devoted, until in the end the slave-seed cultivator could never for all eternity give rise to the thought of betrayal, that emotion permanently lost from within the divine soul.

Even the thought of betrayal would never exist!

This scripture was somehow obtained by the Horned Demon Imperial Clan, who made many modifications to it, making it one of the Imperial-realm inheritances of the Horned Demon Imperial Clan.

"Sigh…"

Jiang Ding finished reading and let out a long sigh.

"How is it?"

"Dong Xue He Wang."

Yan Liu Imperial Son looked down from above, coldly saying: "Is this a Great Emperor scripture?"

"It is indeed."

"A Great Emperor scripture."

Jiang Ding did not question anything, slowly saying: "Why is there only the upper scroll at the front, while the rest behind is sealed? Especially the part on how to advance to the Imperial realm — it's completely missing."

For a slave-race cultivator, being able to advance to Great Emperor was already good enough.

Freedom — no need to overthink it.

There were examples within the realm domains as well — the slave-race Great Emperors under the nine ancient emperors could be considered precedents, so it wasn't all that shocking.

"That's simple."

"Dong Xue He Wang."

The wounds on Yan Liu Imperial Son's body rapidly healed, his shattered armor restored, and he regained the Imperial Son's cold indifference and lofty bearing, saying: "You slew ten King-rank Forbidden Guards of Cang Kong Imperial Son — I grant you the middle scroll."

"You assist me in slaying Cang Kong Imperial Son — I grant you the lower scroll."

He emphasized the word "assist."

An Imperial Son could not be slain by a non-Imperial Son — it would trigger the means the Great Emperor left on the Imperial Son's body, and any kind of King would die at that point.

After Yan Liu Imperial Son finished speaking, he coldly looked down at the blood-robed Daoist before him.

Grant.

A noble one grants to a servant.

This was not some transaction, but a reward given by the noble Imperial Son bloodline to a servant — the servant only had the right to accept, with no room for bargaining.

Jiang Ding fell into thought.

He did not know how long had passed.

The blood-robed Daoist sheathed his long sword, restrained his violent and cold killing intent, his expression softened and became affable, he revealed a smile, slightly bowed, and saluted with clasped fists.

"Greetings, Imperial Son."