Chapter 167: All Things Possess Spirit, the Light of Spiritual Nature!

Thinking of this, he no longer delayed and directly left Tiandu Feixu.

Having now absorbed the crystallization of all knowledge from the entire Great Zhou, Baichuan had many ideas he wished to bring to fruition.

He was eager to grow stronger quickly, yet he had already reached a limit; growing stronger in the short term was truly difficult to achieve.

Fortunately, he had now absorbed the crystallization of wisdom from Great Zhou's full thousand years, and had finally found a way to initiate a global evolutionary frenzy.

However, once evolution began, he could no longer move about freely in the short term, so he had to make ample preparations.

He needed to create Juanzhu of his own, to watch over the developmental tone of the entire world for him while he slept—here especially the development of human civilization.

In the past, he might not have cared too much about what kind of civilization those humans would develop, whether it was a technological civilization like his previous life, or a martial ancient civilization like during Great Zhou's time—he wouldn't have cared much either way.

As long as it didn't threaten him, everything would be fine. Unfortunately, he had now changed his mind.

He realized the Time left to him was truly running short—whether it was the unknown terrifying enemies deep in the cosmic Xingkong, or an entire supernatural otherworld.

For his current self, both were colossal beings. The Time he had spent growing up was ultimately too short; he was still not strong enough, he still needed to become even more powerful!

Therefore, he now had to be aggressive. He had to control the developmental tone of the entire world's civilization, transforming it into one more useful to himself—the evolution and mutation of all things!

Not some technological civilization. Certainly, all kinds of knowledge might be of tremendous help to him, but ultimately it couldn't compare to the solid strength of ability. He had to suppress the birth of technology, steering it toward the direction of global evolution and mutation.

Only this way could it be of help to him, but this point—initiating global transcendence—he could not accomplish.

Because by then he would be the source of all transcendence; until he had thoroughly completed full transcendence, sufficient to envelop an entire planet, he absolutely could not move about freely.

Therefore, he needed Juanzhu whose loyalty was absolute and whose power was like a natural disaster, capable of casually destroying civilization—at the very least able to destroy a nation.

Only with such Juanzhu could he peacefully enter slumber and not be affected by the outside world.

At the same time, only such powerful Juanzhu could guard the World Passage hidden within Tiandu Feixu, preventing it from being instantly destroyed by deities or powerful beings from the otherworld who detected it the moment the passage opened—so that not even a single message could be transmitted out.

As for how to create a Juanzhu, a completely loyal one, he also had some ideas.

Thinking of the vast number of Great Zhou's stored books he had previously read, Baichuan also smiled.

Now, he perhaps understood why he had once felt the humans of Great Zhou were rather special—because their bloodlines contained the bloodlines of humans from other worlds.

And the specifics of these bloodlines were embodied in the Will LV1 Ability he had once encountered.

Based on Zhou's experience, he had suddenly transformed to possess a soul consciousness and such things, able to hide behind the dynasty for a full five hundred years—this was the product of the collision between bloodline power and the bloodworm ability.

And even after his death, the remnant Spirit that followed continued to influence the bloodworms born afterward, drawing them close to his bloodline.

Therefore, he wanted to experiment and see if he could artificially create a pure soul or consciousness or something of the sort. Such a blank soul—he would freely paint it with his own colors, making it utterly loyal to him.

……

In a corner of a bustling city, within a wealthy household.

At this moment, white mourning silk hung everywhere here; incense burning with rising curling smoke filled the courtyard; the ground was strewn with all manner of paper money; and at the very center sat a coffin of pure black.

"Wuu—!! My poor, ill-fated son!"

Accompanying the rise of a sorrowful wail, an old woman was seen staggering as she threw herself before the coffin and began to weep, and then scattered sobs began to follow one after another.

This was clearly a case of someone in this household having met with an unfortunate death.

Accompanying the appearance of the weeping, tiny Light Points invisible to ordinary people also began to slowly emanate from within the coffin, drifting upward—yet before they had risen very high, they completely vanished.

……

"Grandpa, I'm ba—ck!"

"Bam!"

"Grandpa! What's wrong?! Grandpa, Grandpa, please wake up!"

Within a lone, crude wooden hut, accompanying the sound of a shattering porcelain bowl, a female voice filled with disbelief rang out, and then soft sobs continuously sounded.

Above, accompanying the appearance of the weeping, tiny Light Points began to slowly emerge. The moment these Light Points surfaced, they lingered reluctantly, circling the owner of the weeping voice as they drifted, and then completely vanished.

……

Near a mass grave in a desolate wilderness.

"Caw~ caw~ caw~~"

Above, the incessant, ominous cawing of crows rang out one after another.

Below, a man in tattered clothes with disheveled hair lay quietly atop a mound of earth; upon closer inspection, one could see his body covered in wounds of all sizes.

He gazed up at the crows, black and representing ill omen, and spoke with a bitter smile, "You ill-omened beasts, can it be you can't even wait to eat this Liang fellow's flesh?"

For a long while, no one responded; only the crows' incessant cawing continued, yet the man below had already breathed his last.

At this moment, Light Points began to rise, drifting upward without the slightest reluctance, and then vanished.

……

Near a village that had just experienced an Earth Dragon turning over—at this moment the place was a scene of utter devastation. The houses of former days had all become a single heap; only corpses, some half-buried and some fully buried with only their heads exposed, lay quietly there.

Yet in the distance, a troop of men dressed in official soldier uniforms was escorting a convoy laden with large quantities of grain and clothing as they approached.

At the very front of the convoy, a tall and powerfully built man still wore a brilliant smile on his face, as though recalling some happy matter. However, as he drew closer and closer, the brilliant smile on his face gradually stiffened, until it vanished.

Finally, a wail like a cuckoo crying blood pierced the clouds.

At this moment, a large number of faint, inaudible Light Points slowly flew away, vanishing toward the heavens.

If anyone were to carefully observe the thick clouds above at this moment, they might catch a glimpse of a slender figure covered in dense black metallic scales revealing itself briefly within the clouds, before vanishing once more.

……

A place where floods had raged, soaking large numbers of floating corpses……

……

A place of drought where dried corpses lay everywhere……

In place after place where death had occurred in all manner of forms, large numbers of Light Points invisible to ordinary people slowly emerged, flying toward the sky, and then—just before vanishing—were gathered into the claws by a slender, massive, majestic flood dragon.

At this moment, having collected a large quantity of various special Light Points, the special orb of light within the flood dragon's claws had grown increasingly massive, and radiated lights of varied hues, illuminating this enormous orb in a riot of colors.

And this was the result of half a year's Time, ceaselessly traveling across the various lands of Great Qin, collecting the Light Points emitted by people who had died in all manner of ways.

Those who emitted these Light Points were of varied status—country gentry and landlords, lone and pitiful heroes of the jianghu, the elderly, poor wretches who had unfortunately stumbled into the calamity of armed conflict, and ordinary common folk who had endured natural disasters……

(End of chapter)