Chapter 1760: After Several Thousand Years of Waiting, the Divine Child Is Finally Seen

Looking at the woman before him, an unprecedented ripple stirred in Yu Yong's heart.

A reincarnated body, after one lifetime, would return to the main body, becoming the deity's anchor of humanity, preventing the deity from losing itself within the power of incense and offerings, from completely becoming the image in the believers' hearts, from losing its self.

This was the life arranged for a deity's reincarnated body.

What did the deity's reincarnated body itself think?

Willingly and without regret, offering everything to the main body?

The color of struggle in Yu Yong's eyes grew thicker and thicker; countless attachments, countless longing emotions, scene after scene of mutual dependence over three thousand years kept surfacing in his eyes.

In the end, it fell silent.

All the emotions were cleansed away by the mysterious light of the divine Dao deep within the divine soul; the deity had lived through too many years and had long foreseen every kind of problem, arranging everything in advance.

This was a highly developed civilization of the divine Dao in every aspect.

Clang!

Yu Yong drew his sword and walked step by step toward the Scorpion Queen upon the Wang Zuo.

"You… will you become a deity in the future?"

The Scorpion Queen said softly, gently.

"You?"

Yu Yong suddenly raised his head, his gaze somewhat horrified, staring straight at the woman before him who was incomparably familiar yet had suddenly become somewhat strange.

A mere mortal—could her arts not even be hidden from him?

What problem had appeared?

Violent and icy killing intent appeared in Yu Yong's heart, making his face all the more gentle and sorrowful: "Cui, rather than letting our children be captured by the enemy and humiliated, it would be better to give them a swift ending."

"I will be with you all; do not be afraid."

His eyes were full of tears, a hero at the end of his road.

"This way, it is good."

"This way, it is good."

"Your future should be well; with this, this concubine can set her mind at ease."

The Scorpion Queen was full of joy.

She still knew something.

"These,"

"Who told you?"

The gentleness and sorrow vanished from Yu Yong's face as he said coldly.

He had already lost his patience; this mortal's divine soul must be subjected to severe interrogation countless times, to confirm that the abnormality was not the work of a human force like the Qingfeng Qingfeng Beidou Holy Land, or some other deity faction meddling, this anomaly had to be ruled out.

"No one."

"Are you a new deity?"

The Scorpion Queen sighed softly: "Day after day, night after night, together for several thousand years—your coldness, though extremely subtle, how could this concubine not know it?"

"I only did not wish for this day to come so soon."

"On the verge of death, this concubine wishes her great king smooth sailing upon the divine Dao in the days to come, and ten thousand myriad years of longevity."

Yu Yong was silent.

This woman truly had to die, and her divine soul had to endure being sliced into a thousand pieces, burned for ten thousand years, until both soul and spirit were destroyed, to atone for the sins she had once committed.

"Do you not hate me?"

Yu Yong asked.

"Whatever does the great king mean by such words."

"How could there be hatred?"

The Scorpion Queen sighed and said: "This concubine was merely a peasant woman from a mountain village, fortunate enough to meet the great king, following the great king through hardship and danger all the way, and in the end becoming the queen above countless myriad beings, living three thousand years—what tremendous good fortune is this?"

"It is only a pity that flowers do not bloom forever."

"This concubine must now depart on a long journey; please, great king, be well in the days to come."

"You…"

Yu Yong's heart felt terribly blocked.

Clang!

But his hand moved of its own accord, slashing straight through with a snow-bright sword-light, cutting across that snow-white, delicate neck; the beautiful head flew up, and blood gushed forth like a spring.

The Scorpion Queen offered no resistance; she was dead.

"You…"

"Cui…"

Yu Yong dropped to his knees with a thud.

His expression was numb, his heart wrung with pain.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clinking sound, and in an instant tears gushed forth like a spring; he wailed and wept bitterly, no longer able to hold it in.

The flames grew larger and larger.

……

"Every deity in this great thousand worlds, apart from a few kept as research material, must all die."

"Their crimes cannot be pardoned."

Jiang Ding said lightly.

This was the anchor of humanity for a deity's reincarnated body—intense emotions and complex life experiences; these could best awaken the deity's self buried deep within layer upon layer of incense and offering power.

They were deliberately creating such intense joys and sorrows, partings and reunions, all manner of human tragedies.

Only when all the joys and sorrows, partings and reunions have numbed the deity's self until they can no longer be stirred, will the deity utterly lose its humanity, be devoured and assimilated by the power of incense offerings, and truly die.

This is precisely the extreme importance of human living beings to deities.

As servants created by past powerful humans to help them manage heaven and earth, their path inherently requires human participation; unless they can find another race capable of steadily producing high-quality incense power, they cannot break free from their dependence on humanity.

It can be said that although deities enslave and devour mortals, at the same time they must protect mortals—at the very least maintaining their existence and not allowing them to go extinct.

This too is a layer of insurance the powerful humans added for the human race.

So long as people exist, all is well.

……

The Dayu Dynasty was destroyed.

The Wang Zu bloodline perished together with their remaining king and courage in the flames, not a single one left—

An old dynasty fell, and a new dynasty rose slowly.

Amid the ruins, the new Great Tu Dynasty was established.

It set down laws, clarified right and wrong, restrained deities, promoted faith, urged people toward the divine; the entire world-cluster teemed with vitality, flourishing, entering a new stage of development.

However, the world was not at peace.

Beyond the world-cluster, in similar world-clusters one after another, dynasties backed by the Mandate of Heaven were likewise established.

These Mandate dynasties were madly expanding outward, swallowing the four wilds, enlarging their dynastic Mandate; without a doubt, in the end only one Human King would survive, ascend to the throne of all under heaven, and receive the blessing of the Sovereign Lord.

"This king wishes to dispatch troops against the Molten Fire World-Cluster!"

"That world-cluster has not been unified—this is precisely our golden opportunity…"

Tu San Yi proclaimed.

"Long live the king! Victory to our king!"

Many fierce generals thundered their assent, gazing at their king with frenzied eyes, not even deeming mountains of blades and seas of flames worth a glance.

The crimson dynasty's dragon qi surged like tide and water, sweeping outward in a rolling tide, ceaselessly devouring territory, devouring the Mandate of other dynasties, until complete unification was achieved.

The great army marched forth, and the royal palace fell quiet for a moment.

"This campaign is merely against an un-unified world-cluster—we are certain to win the first battle."

Tu San Yi was supremely confident, yet also a touch worried, and looked toward his wife: "The only cause for concern is the other kings who have likewise already unified their world-clusters. Does my beloved consort have counsel for me?"

The Royal Consort, of the Li clan family, oversaw external infiltration and intelligence.

"Great King, do not worry."

"Though the world boasts many heroes, the kings among them who can truly accomplish great deeds number only a handful."

Royal Consort Li smiled lightly and said: "Mountain King Chen Wu, Guard King Wei Tong, and the one who staged many strange phenomena himself and styled himself Divine Son, Martial King Zheng Dao—these are all formidable figures, and will surely be Your Majesty's formidable foes."

"But Your Majesty need not worry."

"No matter where Your Majesty goes, whether in life or in death, in glory or in disgrace, this concubine will remain at Your Majesty's side."

She said gently.

Tu San Yi showed a moved expression.

With such a wife, what more could a husband ask?

……

In that instant, karma was stirred.

"Finally,"

"Divine Son…"

Jiang Ding let out a long sigh; after an endless wait, he had finally arrived.

Every Dao Child of a Great Thousand World is so precious, heavily protected by the Honored Ones—meeting one even once is difficult, let alone bestowing glory upon them.

After years of hard waiting, he had finally seen it.

No rush, no rush—must wait a little longer; the Divine Son would only appear before him on a suitable battlefield.

Now, there was a small matter to attend to.

"That ant who has presumptuously styled himself Rain Master—is your reincarnated body about to return to the main body?"

"That truly would be wonderful."

Jiang Ding gazed into the distance and murmured to himself.

A Heaven-Human rank ant of a deity was about to actively absorb the intent of the Great Sun Immortal-Mortal Sword into its own divine core.