Chapter 379: 【Duan De and the Divine Child, the Master is Kind and the Disciple is Filial】

"The Bitter Sea is hard to cross..."

System 10086 also sighed for this. Although it had gradually been promoted to a high-level system and had not yet fully transformed, it already possessed a high-level essence, allowing it to barely store that piece of information under the impact of the long river of historical correction.

It was just that the price of knowing the truth was the endless trouble that followed.

The myriad heavens through the ages are but a scroll; below the Immortal Emperor, one is merely a person in the painting, a historical imprint, a projection of time. The birth and destruction of epochs and the changing of eras are just the struggles of existences at this level.

Reversing cause and effect, calling a deer a horse, modifying ancient history at will—the long river of time is like a lump of clay in the hands of Immortal Emperors and Heavenly Emperors, to be molded and shaped as they please.

A single thought can bring death, a single thought can bring life. Whether the universe, all living beings, and the myriad spirits exist depends solely on their game. It is like a dream, coming into being and vanishing; those within it are ignorant and unaware, as if dying in a dream, without feeling a thing.

All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows!

Ignorance is a kind of happiness. To die without knowing why, to live without knowing for what, muddled and confused, without deep-seated memories, only a natural, unadorned existence.

For the living beings of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the greatest trouble is merely becoming an Emperor or an Immortal. If one does not pursue the supreme realm, one can withdraw from the Emperor's path, return to the mortal world, find a beautiful companion and a few friends, enjoy the happiness of family, and spend a life with a peaceful state of mind—that, too, is a life.

But if one knows that the Weird Plateau views the myriad worlds as a vegetable garden of leeks, and that every time a civilization begins to produce Dao Ancestors or Quasi-Immortal Emperors, it will carry out a harvest and hold a Great Sacrifice...

Ascending to the Immortal Domain is just the beginning of another world-ending catastrophe. How desperate that is!

Only when one realizes that one is deep in the Bitter Sea does the true beginning of suffering arrive.

System 10086 felt cold all over, feeling as if it were playing a hell-level game. According to reason, it shouldn't be punching Emperors and kicking Supremes in the mortal universe with its host, happily becoming an Immortal and crushing everything.

What kind of ghost situation is this, where one second you are playing a game with mortal cultivators, and the next you accidentally stumble into the struggle of Immortal Emperors!

"Plans can never keep up with changes."

Lin Xian shook his head and muttered, "System, which time loop do you think this is?"

"Host, you... what do you mean by that?"

System 10086 suddenly shivered, an inexplicable fear washing over it. If this was not the first time-loop and historical correction...

Then, there was only one explanation.

"It is not that we happened to encounter a game at the level of Immortal Emperor and Other Shore, but that you awakened your high-level system essence, and only then were you barely able to record this time."

Lin Xian whispered, "The myriad ages of time are but a scroll; I don't know how many times it has already been painted over, modified, and corrected. Previously, we were too weak, so we didn't even have the chance to notice."

"When the time comes, the heavens and earth lend their strength; when luck departs, the hero is not free. The waves that rise because of the era are just like our opportunity!"

System 10086 was silent for a long time, recalling the past, thinking of the many rewards. Was it accidental, or intentional?

At that time, they were still too young, not knowing that all the gifts of fate had already been secretly marked with a price.

"The Bitter Sea is hard to cross, perhaps one leaf can become a boat."

Lin Xian pondered for a long time. In an instant, he thought of the thousands upon thousands of cultivators trapped in the Bitter Sea, thought of the countless Immortal Kings who failed to break the King and become Emperors. Some problems perhaps had their answers the moment they stepped onto the Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin.

Choices are sometimes more important than effort!

Rather than bitterly crossing the sea to break the King, it is better to stand on the shoulders of giants.

Thinking of this, Lin Xian suddenly walked to the side of the contemporary Heavenly Court Lord, took Ye Di Zun's hand, walked arm in arm, and said with utmost sincerity, "Your Majesty, this is a myriad-fold joy! We have captured this Western Shengcheng, a complete victory. East of this city, there will be no more war."

"You are the Lord of the Heavenly Court; you should take over the treasury here."

Ye Fan shuddered violently, hurriedly pulled back his hand, and said with a vigilant look, "Saint Master, have you taken the wrong medicine? What are you trying to do? Let me tell you, if you mess around, I'm going to call for help."

"Am I that kind of person in your eyes?" Lin Xian was suddenly furious. "This old minister has racked his brains, taken great pains, and gone through fire and water for the Huang Tiandi, yet I never thought the Emperor would be so heartless. It is truly heartbreaking!"

"Isn't it?" Ye Fan asked suspiciously, looking up at the sun in the sky, suspecting he was dreaming.

"Of course not." Lin Xian said righteously, "Giving the Shengcheng treasury to you is to let you grow faster. Darkness and inauspiciousness are about to strike, and you need to pacify them."

"Inauspiciousness." Ye Fan became alert instantly. He knew that Lin Xian's intelligence had never been wrong, and he couldn't help but say solemnly, "Is there any movement in the Underworld forbidden zone?"

In the myriad heavens and worlds, who can be called inauspicious? Only the Underworld, which placed curses on the nine Great Holy Bodies, making them inauspicious in their later years.

"Well, something like that, it's all the Underworld."

Lin Xian thought for a moment and nodded earnestly. The source of the Weird Plateau is the Lord of the Three-Life Bronze Coffin.

The path of the Lord of the Three-Life Bronze Coffin is the Path of Reincarnation; he is the true master of the Underworld.

The ten ancestors transformed from his ashes are they not the Ten Kings of Hell?

"This is a great war between the Heavenly Court and the Underworld that will rewrite the myths and legends of the ages." Lin Xian said solemnly, "As the Holy Body Huang Tiandi, you cannot escape this tribulation."

Ye Fan nodded, thinking only that Lin Xian was saying the Holy Body and the Underworld were mortal enemies, not knowing that the emphasis was on the two words "Huang Tiandi."

Throughout history, those who established a Heavenly Court without authorization have all met with inauspiciousness because they clash with the Weird Plateau and are easily targeted by dark creatures, who drag them into the Huang Tiandi's burial pit.

Seeing Saint Lord Lin so persistent, Ye Fan pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Saint Lord, then what is the price?"

"Lend me the Divine Child." Lin Xian coughed and said.

Ye Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and readily handed over the divine source sealing the Divine Child. If Saint Lord Lin had no conditions, he would have worried about being saddled with some scapegoat. Now that there were conditions, it was a relief.

The Divine Child was chubby and cute, but the holy might he radiated showed that his cultivation was extraordinary, at least that of a Saint.

A three or four-year-old child having such cultivation is earth-shattering.

Lin Xian, however, smiled strangely and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is, it really is so!"

Emperor Zun was the last Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun of the Mythological Era. To live a second life, he abandoned all divine arts, laws, and even his cultivation, disappearing just like that.

When he reappeared in the world, he was an infant, born of heaven and earth. The moment he arrived in the world, he swallowed the essence of all things in the universe, supreme and unparalleled, something never seen in the ages.

At that time, it was just like this moment!

"What are you doing?"

The Divine Child, awakened from his dream, widened his eyes. A nervous look appeared in his black-gem-like pupils, not because he feared Lin Xian's cultivation, but because he feared his smile.

At this moment, Lin Xian was every bit the weird uncle kidnapping a child.

"Seeing you're cute, I'll give you a flower."

Lin Xian chuckled and gave the rotten wooden box obtained from the Big Dipper star region to the Divine Child. The two pieces of divine source collided, stimulating thousands of essence Qi.

In an instant, Ye Fan was jealous and shrieked, "Saint Lord, you actually gave the Divine Flower to him; you've never been this good to me. Could it be that you are Emperor Zun reincarnated, and this guy is your illegitimate son?!"

"Holy crap, Divine Flower?"

Although the Divine Child was young, his background was extraordinary, and he was quite knowledgeable. Understanding the preciousness of the three great wonders of the universe, he suddenly felt a jolt and pulled the rotten wooden box nearby, swearing to guard it with his life.

He had the cultivation of a Saint; even if Ye Fan gritted his teeth, he wouldn't dare to snatch it, so he could only watch eagerly.

"Stop messing around, how old are you, snatching a flower from a child? In a few days, I'll get you a whole Dao-Merging Flower."

While drawing a big pie for Ye Fan, Lin Xian fooled the Divine Child, "You can't take this Divine Flower for nothing; you have to go with me to take someone as a master."

"No problem!" The Divine Child held the rotten wooden box happily and agreed instantly. The three great strange flowers of the universe were extraordinarily valuable and hard to see in hundreds of thousands of years; never mind one teacher, he would take ten teachers.

"You're even taking him to take a master; I increasingly feel this kid is your illegitimate son, Saint Lord." Ye Fan's ghostly voice sounded, and he pressed, "Who do you want him to take as a master? Senior Gai, or Amitabha?"

The Divine Child had heaven-defying talent and an extraordinary background, comparable to a Chaos Body. It would be a waste for an ordinary Quasi-Emperor to be his teacher; only a true Supreme could give pointers and keep him from going down the wrong path.

"Neither." Lin Xian said meaningfully, "I want him to take Duan De as a master."

"Duan De?" Ye Fan was stunned, then narrowed his eyes, noticing something wrong. Not choosing Gai Jiuyou, but choosing Duan De—what kind of logic is this?

Could it be that the Underworld Emperor has awakened and recovered his Huang Tiandi-level memories?

"By the way, where did Duan De go?" Lin Xian scanned with his divine sense and found that there was no sign of the fat Daoist nearby.

Ye Fan curled his lips and pointed, "He went into the temple to loot treasures."

Alright, that's very Duan De—despicable, shameless, sinister, and vile, and he comes and goes without a trace; only when looting treasures can you see him.

The magnificent temple was filled with holy rosy light, with auspicious spirit birds dancing, and ancient vines crawling on the side, quiet and natural.

When everyone stepped into it, they found a bloated figure pulling various King-level weapons into his pockets, busy and happy.

It wasn't until Lin Xian walked close that Duan De smiled awkwardly, put away his big black hand, and laughed, "That, Saint Lord, those who see it get a share, those who see it get a share."

Lin Xian shook his head, collected the fragments of the Fuxi Dragon Stele and the Yu Cauldron—these ancestral weapon fragments—and then threw the Divine Child to Duan De, saying indifferently, "Those who see it get a share, then this guy is yours too."

"Holy crap, a Saint?"

"Where did this living ancestor come from!"

Duan De's expression changed wildly. With a sudden jolt, he didn't dare to catch the Divine Child at all and was instantly pressed to the ground by the holy might.

For a time, the Divine Child stood, and Duan De knelt—the master and disciple were inverted.

Watching this scene of a kind master and filial disciple, Lin Xian chuckled and said meaningfully, "This is your disciple. Of course, I have no opinion if you want to take him as a master."

"My disciple?" Duan De was slightly stunned, then narrowed his eyes, looking at the Divine Child, and couldn't help but mutter, "He looks a bit familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere, but I just can't remember. Could he be my disciple from a past life?"

Duan De already knew he was the Underworld Emperor reincarnated, and for a moment, he couldn't help but guess about the Underworld Emperor's disciples.

The process was wrong, but the result was entirely correct.

"Sa Du La Ju Fa Shu Gu Lu..."

The Divine Child chanted in an extremely ancient language, seeming very dissatisfied with taking Duan De as a master. Not many people in the universe could understand it.

However, what hadn't the archaeological expert Duan De seen? Specializing in studying ancient history, he spat out a sentence in mythological language in response.

In an instant, they stared at each other. The Divine Child didn't expect that in this day and age, someone would still use mythological language to curse him. After a brief silence, the two of them in the temple used various mythological languages, ancient languages, and archaic dialects to curse each other.

In the end, even Ye Fan couldn't watch anymore. He coughed and explained the Divine Child's background, "He is the spirit of the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron cast by Emperor Zun..."

"So that's it." Duan De thought for a moment and muttered, "Barely counts as my disciple."

An Emperor weapon is the continuation of the owner's life, equivalent to the incarnation of their will, and has a great origin.

"He really is your disciple."

Lin Xian said meaningfully; the Divine Child is not just the spirit of the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron.

The Supremes of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths at most speculated that this was the Emperor's corpse gaining intelligence, living out another Emperor Zun.

He had stepped into the Bitter Sea, learned some truth from the Dark Immortal Emperor, witnessed historical correction, and had his own insights into Emperor Zun's drastic change in temperament.

Emperor Zun of the Mythological Era was full of ambition, wanting to lead the sect to immortality, and was a Huang Tiandi revered by all living beings. The Emperor Zun who had become a Red Dust Immortal, however, wanted to kill everyone, refining the mortal world and the strange world into a cauldron to obtain a supreme immortal weapon.

Even the First Divine General Chuan Ying, the most direct of the direct line, did not appear to save him, being more heartless than the Supremes in the forbidden zones, as if he were a different person.

You know, even Dark Supremes like Shi Huang were willing to save Holy Spirits and protect their clansmen.

To be this heartless, it could no longer be understood as encountering a great change or a twisted Dao heart; it was simply like a different person.

It was not just the Emperor's corpse gaining intelligence; it was more like encountering dark erosion!

After Emperor Zun buried himself on Earth, his physical body encountered dark erosion. In his desperation, he cut out his pure primordial spirit and merged it into the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron, uniting with the spirit to form the Divine Child.

The seal on the Immortal-Becoming Path on Flying Immortal Star was indeed a backup plan Emperor Zun left for his resurrection, and it was truly verified!

Sacrificing the Transforming Snake, the Silent Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun, the prehistoric Supremes—a layout left for a million years. Emperor Zun was unable to resurrect, but he summoned the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron. It seemed weird, but it actually contained logic.

The riddle was in the riddle itself!

Because the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron is Emperor Zun!

A generation of Heavenly Emperors, brilliant and talented, radiated the brilliance of wisdom before death, fought against heaven, embarked on the Red Dust Immortal path of a person, and pinned his hopes on the future.

Later, the Immortal-Becoming Cauldron shattered, the spirit was reborn, took human form, and the Divine Child became Emperor Yu Feng, equivalent to Emperor Zun reborn, blooming into a similar flower.

Back then, Longevity Yuanshi Yuanshi Tianzun used a flower to shake Emperor Zun's Dao heart; what he saw was not Ye Fan, but the Divine Child!

And the source of all these variables is the Dark Immortal Emperor.

There are no people who reincarnate, but there are things that reincarnate. The Primordial Immortal Emperor encountered inauspiciousness and turned into a dark corpse—this is the first major event in the myriad heavens and worlds!

Subsequent eras all revolved around this event, carrying out reincarnation and replacement.

A word becomes a prophecy; there is a dark corpse Immortal Emperor, and naturally, there is a dark Emperor Zun.

It is a perfect replica of the past, and also a reincarnation!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 380 =====