Chapter 1753: The Dark, Backward Dregs of the Human Path Gathered Together

"Another destined tragic King of Men has appeared..."

Jiang Ding whispered.

Over these few centuries, the fate of the Human Path was stirred, drawing forth miniature miracles and coincidences one by one among the human race, causing King of Men seeds similar to Tu Ying San Yi to emerge again and again.

They would rise, slaughter one another, and might also be smashed to death by an old farmer's hoe the moment they gained an opportunity.

All possibilities exist.

No one is indispensable; no one is unkillable.

The human race is a cruel and ruthless species; it will never, like those quasi-immortal races, face a terrifying danger of generational rupture in its lineage the instant a holy son of a noble bloodline dies.

Even now that Tu Ying San Yi is dead, it will not affect anything; the inevitable great trend will still appear.

In the world of the human race, where are there not heroes?

In Jiang Ding's causal calculation, this will be a generation of King of Men.

But this does not fully represent fate; if interference factors appear outside his deduction, such as a Supreme One descending, or a disturbance of Supreme One causality, then whether Tu Ying San Yi dies or not will simply bring him a warning.

It matters not what ruthlessness.

The Great Sun Sword Disciple himself licks blood from the blade's edge; with the slightest error, if a Supreme One finds him, he will be beaten to death instantly. Where is there so much perfection, so much protection for others?

Jiang Ding has seen far too much of the causality between this mortal world and has grown weary of it.

From then on, he lay dormant deep within his divine soul, always in the highest state of concealment, participating in no exchange of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, touching no rules, and staining himself with no causality of heaven and earth.

He merely observed silently.

Later, even observation ceased.

Jiang Ding deduced the Sword of Causality within his divine soul, deduced a Six Realms Reincarnation structure suitable for himself, and based on the already broken-through technique of the Law-Quenching Membrane, supported by the Rain-Calling Immortal Art, deduced once more the Strong Interaction Force Water Drop Sword Technique.

This sword technique possesses immense potential; the future is promising.

There were also various experiments planned by the Immortal Gates, measuring the rules of the Divine and Buddha Great Thousand World, divine soul constants, and other laws of the Xian Dao Shi Gao Jie; this is of major use for breakthroughs in Immortal Gate science and technology.

Time passed slowly like this.

Although the Great Sun Sword Disciple was not cultivating, he lived a busy and fulfilling life.

Unknowingly, three hundred years passed.

Three hundred years is extremely brief for a human race Xian Dao heir apparent sequence with a lifespan limit of five hundred thousand years; it is the blink of an eye.

Three hundred years, for the human world, has long since seen the seas change into mulberry fields; the human world has changed ten generations.

For the fate dynasty Earth Immortal Dao, this is even more so.

Three hundred years is enough for a fate dynasty to undergo earth-shaking changes; it is either already destroyed or inevitably flourishing; this is a path of rapid success.

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On this day, the changes outside finally slightly startled the Great Sun Sword Disciple, causing him to cast a gaze outward once more.

Above the Law Lotus Realm lies the group of worlds named the Heavenly Lotus World Cluster.

This is one of the many world clusters in the Divine and Buddha Great Thousand World, with countless living beings, originally all sacred places and immortal holy lands.

Now, however, it has become a den of demons and monsters.

At the center of the world cluster rises a massive Human Path Fate Palace as large as a world, resembling a demon cave; countless white bones and fresh blood pile up to form a continent. Every moment, delicious and rich slaves are sent from various worlds, slaughtered, roasted in the palace, and served for the enjoyment of the many Wang Hou and generals of the new dynasty.

Infinite resentment, evil qi, and thick, bloody Human Path Fate gather here, gathering within the palace city of the Yu Wang Dynasty.

This black-red Human Path Fate contains endless blood and hatred, taking on substantial form, forming dragon qi, and forbidding all arts.

Even if a Refining Void cultivator arrives here, their Shen Hun He Fa and magic power are instantly sealed, leaving them at the mercy of others; even the god Mao Shen is the same, with life and death hanging on the ruler's whim for an instant.

"Such bloody slaughter, even devouring one's own kind, can still gather Human Path Fate?"

Jiang Ding looked at it all one by one.

"Yes, it is indeed the Human Path."

"It is the Human Path in its earliest days: bloody, dark, slavery, human sacrifice, no, even earlier, the ignorant era, the custom of eating humans..."

"The gods found these dregs of the Human Path and constantly strengthened them."

"This is simply a gathering of all the evil of the Human Path, all the backward production relations and productive forces; such a Human Path has absolutely no future."

This is the filthiest Human Path.

Therefore, even though this fate dynasty named the Great Yu Dynasty has occupied the entire world cluster, the Human Path Fate gathered and formed barely reaches the Dao-Integration stage, and even then, it is a very weak existence within the Dao-Integration stage.

Under his rule, many gods still exist: the four household gods, mountain gods, river gods, He Bo, and other gods; although in the past they were all defeated and killed by Yu Wang, they still exist.

Jiang Ding's gaze fell casually upon a town.

He saw a Great Yu Dynasty official resembling a hyena collecting young children from every household to supply the upper officials of the dynasty for cultivation and enjoyment; many common people wept until they could not speak, yet dared not resist in the slightest.

He saw many temple priests and gods fighting desperately against the tyranny of the Great Yu Dynasty to protect the children of the common people.

These gods and temple priests, in order to protect the common people, were often beaten to death and devoured by officials of the Great Yu Dynasty, yet they still risked their lives, just to hold fast to the duties bestowed upon them by the Emperor, to shepherd all living beings in heaven and earth, to protect the Emperor's flock, and for this, they feared no power.

In this dark era,

some decaying god systems have already begun to be born anew.

The faith of the common people has become more intense and more devout; in such an era, only gods can bring them hope and give them new life; the vast resentment formed by the exploitation of gods three hundred years ago has unknowingly vanished completely, turning into pure devotion.

These hundreds of years of war have produced countless precious devout divine souls.

The Human Path, therefore, gradually sank into depravity.

"A tragedy cycling like reincarnation..."

Jiang Ding's gaze was cold and hard as iron as he looked once more at the palace of the Great Yu Dynasty.

"Hahaha!"

"Thrilling! Thrilling!"

"Big Brother, Big Sister, drink! Let's drink to our heart's content!"

In the White Bone Qi Fortune Palace piled with corpses, the many demons and monsters laughed heartily, drinking to their hearts' content.

Years of campaigning and slaughter, from a bottom-tier serf to a dynasty's general and minister today — how exhilarating is that?

All of this was brought to them by their big brother, their Yu Wang.

If back then Yu Wang had not led them in raising the army, they would long since have died out in those fields — where would today's wealth and the future prosperity of their clans for ten thousand generations have come from?

All the demons and monsters gazed fanatically at the violent dragon upon the Wang Zuo.

At this moment, even if it meant making enemies of all the gods and buddhas of heaven, and of every immortal cultivator — so what?

As long as they followed their king, their big brother, everything was worth it.

"How dare you!"

"You should address him as Wang Shang!"

A robed scholar sternly rebuked: "The new dynasty has only just been settled — we must emphasize rites and laws, to pass them down through a thousand autumns and ten thousand generations. Otherwise, if you don't think ahead to the day your own household slaves revolt, no longer knowing the distinction between superior and inferior, how then can our foundation prosper from generation to generation?"

"This…"

A group of Wang Hou generals and ministers faltered into silence.

"Hahaha!"

"Let tomorrow's matters wait for tomorrow — today, let's drink our fill!"

Yu Wang Yu Yong laughed heartily.

The thin, small farmer of those days now carried a dignified, commanding air, his authority unforced; he was especially tolerant of these old brothers, entirely unbothered by their rudeness and presumption.

"Haha!"

"Big brother, I toast you a cup!"

The many Wang Hou generals and ministers rejoiced at the sight.

The banquet once again returned to its lively state.

Amid this atmosphere of raised cups and exchanged goblets, one after another platter of fresh, tender human flesh was brought up, and they chewed it down in great mouthfuls.

The originally illusory appearances of ghosts and demons gradually became truly authentic, inward and outward as one.

Their human bodies gradually transformed into true demons and monsters.