Chapter 396: 【I Can Also Love the Heavenly Court】

The ancient tribes were never a collective, but an alliance like the Eastern Wasteland Heavenly Court, created by the Undying Heavenly Emperor and continued by the Ancient Emperors of the past.

In the ancient times, the Primordial Ancient Mine was the God Court of the myriad tribes. The Ancient Emperors of the past ruled the great universe in their first life, and in the late years of their second life, they escaped into the Primordial Ancient Mine, waiting for the opening of the Immortal-Becoming Road.

This is also one of the reasons why the Imperial Clans of the past, unlike the Silver Blood Imperial Clan, which had Great Sages in every generation, could still sit on an equal footing with other Great Sage tribes, and even Quasi-Emperors.

A tribe, a great sect wants to prosper, there must be heaven-defying talents below, invincible sect masters in the middle, and foundation ancestors above.

If there is no such foundation, Primordial Lake is the best example. The moment Yuan Emperor passed away, the Great Completion Holy Spirit came up to snatch the Extreme Dao Emperor weapon, so that all the Ancient Emperor's sons died.

Other Imperial Clans have Emperor's sons and Emperor's daughters sealed, as hope for becoming Immortals. Primordial Lake can only have the eighth-generation grandson Yuan Gu, who is close to the Ancient Emperor's son.

As everyone knows, in the cultivation world, a difference of one line is often a world of difference.

The Ancient Emperor's son has the Dao fragments of the Ancient Emperor, the bloodline is invincible, and even gnawing on the old can gnaw to the Quasi-Emperor Ninth Level. Plus, the Immortal medicine builds the foundation, the Dao enlightenment tea leaves are available every day, and the divine source Immortal liquid is drunk as water. The foundation is deep and unimaginable.

Lin Xian struggled for so many years, gnawing to the extreme, and it was only the average treatment of the Ancient Emperor's son.

What the major Imperial Clans seek is nothing more than two points: one is to follow the Ancient Emperor to fly and attain Immortality. If they cannot fly and attain Immortality, waiting for the Ancient Emperor's son to grow up, they can still rule the great universe, seize the Great Emperor Dao fruit, and continue the glory for tens of thousands of years.

Standing high and looking far, the major Imperial Clans sit on the fishing platform, rarely strike themselves, often hiding behind the scenes, using Great Sage Kun Zhou as a knife, using the Heavenly Emperor's son as a chess piece, step by step.

The true demand for territory is the major Wang tribes, such as Spirit Valley, which is the radical faction among the ancient tribes.

Nowadays, the radical faction has been exterminated, like killing a chicken to warn a monkey. Other ancient Wang tribes instantly became friendly, one by one able to sing and dance, no one dared to talk about conquering, attacking the areas with the most spiritual medicine, dragon energy, and earth marrow.

"There is no aura of Emperor weapons in Spirit Valley, unlike the White-Clothed God King of the human race striking."

"Besides the strength shown on the surface, the human race has supreme experts."

"This is too terrifying. Without mobilizing Emperor weapons, they can also destroy a Wang tribe."

In an instant, the major Wang tribes transformed into peace messengers, talking loudly about the coexistence of myriad tribes. This life is hard to find throughout the ages, and it should become a prosperous age, not a terrible chaotic age.

There were even some weak tribes that only had one Ancestor King in the ancient times, barely surviving, not even as good as the human race at the end of the ancient times.

These weak tribes' Ancestor Kings covered their faces, stole the bell by covering their ears, entered the Heavenly Court Within Yaochi at night, sought to see Lin Xian Sage, and talked about loyalty.

"We can also love the Heavenly Court!"

"We can also love the human race!"

One Ancestor King after another was indignant, speaking generously. In the ancient times, weak tribes attaching themselves to large tribes, and large tribes attaching themselves to Imperial Clans was an extremely common ancient order.

The human race is also one of the Imperial Clans, and attainers of the Dao have emerged one after another, which can be called the number one Imperial Clan.

Since they want to hug a thigh, why not change to a thicker one to hug.

These weak tribes do not seek hegemony, they only need a piece of territory to continue the tribe's inheritance.

The same world, different dreams. Some Imperial Clans are thinking about flying and attaining Immortality, while some tribes are struggling even to survive. Reality is so cruel.

Lin Xian also expressed goodwill at this time. The Big Dipper five domains are vast and boundless, and there are many lands that can be entered.

Although the Northern Territory is barren, it can become a Pure Land like the Western Desert in the future. The Ye Tianxuan Holy Land is willing to develop with all tribes.

The Northern Plains are also vast, although spiritual energy is scarce, it doesn't matter. What kind of person is Lin Xian? The sixth generation Source Heaven Ancestor, plus Ye Fan and Duan De, two Source Heaven Masters, can be called the collection of the great universe's source arts.

With a casual point, he can point the mountain into a dragon, catch the stars and take the moon, and turn the barren waste into a cultivation Pure Land.

"The Ye Tianxuan Holy Land is willing to contract the territory of all tribes, build a paradise, high-end luxury, Imperial Clan enjoyment, with formation inscription benefits, built by the Heavenly Court formation master Black Dog."

Lin Holy Master held the hand of an ancient king, feeling deeply: "I don't know which fellow Daoist wants a rough house or a fine decoration."

"We have Heavenly Court style, Fomen style, Hell style, Small World style..."

The ancient king asked carefully: "May I ask Lin Sage, what is the difference between this rough house and fine decoration."

"The difference is huge." Lin Xian said earnestly: "The rough house is that the Source Heaven Master detains a few dragon veins and builds you a blessed land, and that's it. Later, what protection formation, what feng shui, what subsequent talent cultivation—all are for you to do yourself."

"If it is fine decoration, it is different. We can provide Imperial Clan-level conditions

"You know Emperor Wu Shi, right? The one in Purple Mountain. He is the most powerful Emperor of our Human Race, capable of suppressing even the Undying Emperor of the Ancient Gods. His array is undoubtedly the top-tier existence in the human world. Our Heavenly Court's Master Hei Huang is the expert with the highest attainments in the Wu Shi Emperor Array in this universe; you won't find a second one in the world."

"Emperor Array? Is this a divine array of the Ancient Emperor level? The same Emperor who overturned the Ancient Emperor Mountain just like the Fighting Holy Emperor?" This Ancient King gasped. Was a formation of this level really something a small clan like his could enjoy?

The grade of the Emperor Array was too high, as if it were a scam, to the point that even the Ancient King was skeptical.

"This is a blessing from the Heavenly Court to the Myriad Races. Besides the Wu Shi Emperor Array, I also have considerable research into Luan Gu arrays, which are a better match for the Northern Plains environment."

Lin Xian smiled and said: "The Heavenly Court provides theoretical guidance, which requires an extra fee. Additionally, the materials must be prepared by your Ancient Races yourselves."

"So that's how it is." This Ancient King secretly breathed a sigh of relief; this was normal. Then he expressed his thousand thanks and swore to the heavens that if the clan-protecting array could truly be built, their race would only have Sage Lin as their sun from now on, and they would be greatly loyal to the Heavenly Court.

This appearance of being sold and still counting the money for Lin Xian made Ye Fan, who had rushed back from the Southern Ridge, shake his head repeatedly. In the Ancient Era where slavery was prevalent, Lin Xian's methods were still too advanced.

"Besides the materials, the manual labor for building the array can also be provided by the various Royal Clans themselves."

As President Ye, who had started driving an Emperor Weapon Mercedes at a young age, instructed: "The Ancient Races trust the things they design themselves more. The Heavenly Court just needs to provide the blueprints. The less we interfere, the more at ease they will be."

"If outsiders interfere, they will worry that the Heavenly Court has left loopholes in their clan-protecting array."

"Loopholes?" Lin Xian's expression was strange. Would an array laid out by Hei Huang really have loopholes? I'm afraid the entire array is built on top of a loophole.

It is true that the craftsmanship of a certain big black dog is high, but the margin of error is also truly large.

"Founder, the Ancestor King of the Green Ghost Clan requests an audience."

A boy carved from pink jade walked in to report; this was the son of Er Er Lengzi, a third-generation disciple after the revival of Ye Tianxuan.

"Let the Green Ghost Ancestor King come in."

Lin Xian smiled indifferently, flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand, and with the appearance of an immortal, he greeted yet another Ancient Ancestor King, hoodwinking him: "Fellow Daoist, have you heard of the Heavenly Court's blessings?"

"Heavenly Court Pure Land... Hei Huang array... In addition, there is Master Duan De, who is proficient in the art of Feng Shui and burial tombs, and has considerable research into the Daoist arts of the Mythological Era. Let him design the tomb; if you bury your ancestors there, there is a probability of living out a next life, realizing the legendary corpse-dissection to become an immortal."

"The Reincarnation Seal of the Mythological Era!" The Green Ghost Ancestor King was moved. Their clan tended toward Netherworld cultivation, so they had some understanding of the legendary Underworld, and the Reincarnation Seal was a great secret that this clan could only hope for but never reach.

"Fellow Daoist, you are clearly a connoisseur, to actually know of the Reincarnation Seal."

Lin Xian sighed and said: "It is truly fate with our Heavenly Court. I will sell you this tomb cheaply; it only requires three liters and three pecks of Divine Source Liquid."

"This Reincarnation Seal is illusory." The Green Ghost Ancestor King hesitated: "I have never heard of anyone becoming an immortal after death."

"Fellow Daoist, look at what you're saying. If there were truly a chance to become an immortal, the Ancient Emperors would have broken their heads fighting for it. At the very least, it would start at the price of three Undying Medicines; how would it ever be your turn?"

Lin Xian shook his head and said: "Having a glimmer of hope is already remarkable. Striving to change from a mortal to an immortal, fighting to change from an Ancient Race to an Imperial Clan—do you want this opportunity or not?"

"I want it!" The Green Ghost Ancestor King gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, deciding to buy himself some psychological comfort. Although it was unlikely to succeed, what if it did?

This thing is like buying a lottery ticket; everyone clearly knows it's impossible to win, but they still can't help but gamble.

Divine Source Liquid was incredibly precious in the Desolate Ancient Era, but in the Primordial Era, the essence of heaven and earth was surging, and even ordinary Royal Clans had some stock.

After resolving the Green Ghost Ancestor King, the next Ancestor King was a bona fide pauper, with only a few children and grandchildren, so there was no need to buy land.

Even with all of Lin Xian's methods, he couldn't scrape a single bit of profit from this rogue Ancestor King.

In the end, it was the experienced President Ye who took action, muttering: "If he doesn't want clan land, he should at least consider his children and grandchildren."

An Ancestor King is invincible, but his descendants become his weakness.

In an instant, Lin Xian was thoughtful, a smile appearing on his face as he said: "Fellow Daoist, have you heard of school district housing?"

"School district housing?" The pauper Ancestor King was stunned, not understanding the meaning.

Lin Xian coaxed him step by step: "How weak is your inheritance? Don't you want to change this situation?"

"I want to, I dream of it, but where to start?"

The pauper Ancestor King sighed. In the Primordial Era, the hierarchy was strict, and status was divided based on bloodline. Imperial Clans were always Imperial Clans, and small clans were always small clans.

Imperial Clans had Imperial Blood, Imperial Scriptures, and Imperial Weapons, and almost every few generations they would produce a Great Sage, or even a Quasi-Emperor, holding the order of the Primordial Era.

For a small clan inheritance like his, let alone cultivating a Great Sage, even producing a Sage King was an incredibly difficult thing.

"Unless..." The pauper Ancestor King's eyes showed a glimmer of expectation, tentatively asking: "Is the Heavenly Court willing to support us?"

Lin Xian smiled slightly and did not answer directly, but instead asked: "Do you know why my Human Race far surpasses other Ancient Races, with Emperors emerging one after another, and countless who have attained the Dao?"

Mentioning this question, any Ancestor King would want to know the answer. Because the number of Human Race members who attained the Dao was too high, making the Myriad Ancient Races terrified.

In the Primordial Era, one emperor per clan almost became a law. The emergence of the two emperors, Sun and Moon, broke the curse that it was difficult for one clan to produce two emperors, shocking the entire era.

By the Desolate Ancient years, Human Race Emperors emerged like bamboo shoots after a rain, which should have raised the Human Race to the same level as the Myriad Ancient Races.

How mythical it is for one race to resist the Myriad Races. When the Ancient Races first emerged and learned the history of the Desolate Ancient years, they were almost scared crazy, and some Ancestor Kings even believed that the Human Race Emperors were not existences like the Primordial Emperors, and that only Quasi-Emperors could explain it.

For one race to produce over a dozen Ancient Emperors is even more terrifying than a True Immortal descending to the mortal world. If they produced over a dozen Quasi-Emperors, although exaggerated, it would at least be within the realm of understanding.

After all, a Quasi-Emperor can be called a Supreme Being when there is no Emperor.

But as their understanding of the Human Race deepened, the Myriad Ancient Races fell silent. Extreme fear and extreme anger coexisted. Under the immense pressure, the Myriad Races chose to unite to resist the Human Race.

Why would the Human Race have so many who attained the Dao?

Is it because of the number of Human Race members?

Did quantitative change lead to qualitative change?

The pauper Ancestor King was full of curiosity, then humbly asked: "I would like to hear the details."

The secret to the Human Race being able to give birth to countless Ancient Emperors—if he could learn a bit of the essence, it would be enough for his descendants to take off.

"It is the sect system!"

"The Human Race has its own Dao, and the Holy Lands and families cross-pollinate it."

Lin Xian said decisively: "The Ancient Emperors of the Primordial Era only left scriptures and Imperial Weapons to their descendants, because although the Emperors of my Human Race founded families, they never begrudged spreading the Dao and were willing to disseminate their own scriptures."

"In the Primordial Era, because the Human Race was weak, the two Human Emperors, Moon and Sun, were selfless and disseminated their own Imperial Scriptures to every Human Race tribe, to every Human Race cultivator."

"This act is no less than picking up the sect system of the Mythological Era and carrying it forward."

"With the selfless dedication of the Primordial Human Emperors and the exemplary power of the predecessors, the Human Race Emperors of later generations also inherited this spirit and disseminated their own Imperial Scriptures."

"Even by the late Desolate Ancient Era, the various families had solidified and were unwilling to spread the Dao, but the blessings of the Human Race Emperors had already spread, and one Holy Land after another rose like bamboo shoots after a rain."

"They received the Dao from the Human Race Emperors and comprehended their own scriptures, but they did not establish families; instead, they founded Holy Lands, passing on their life's insights, power, scriptures, and weapons to descendants outside their bloodline. Such passing of the torch is the root of my Human Race's endless vitality."

"Looking at the Myriad Races, it is lucky for a Royal Clan to obtain a fragmentary Imperial Scripture, and an Imperial Clan has at most one Imperial Scripture."

"How can they compare to the Human Race, which possesses a large number of Imperial Scriptures and Holy Scriptures?"

"It is not that the Human Race is stronger than the Ancient Races, but that the sect system is far superior to the Ancient Races, capable of selecting one young emperor after another from the vast sea of people!"

"The one who took this to the extreme is undoubtedly the Buddha Amitabha Emperor of the Fomen. All living beings are equal, no bloodline is left behind, and all living beings are widely saved. He not only accepted Human Race disciples, but even treated the Ancient Races equally."

"Do you not see, the Great Sage of the Fighting Holy Ape Clan moved into Mount Sumeru, transformed into the Fighting Victorious Buddha, presided over the Great Lei Lei Yinsi, and became the World-Honored One of the Fomen."

"Fellow Daoist, this is the opportunity for your children and grandchildren."

"Are you buying clan land? No, it is a quota for enrollment, an opportunity to learn immortal scriptures, and a chance to wield Imperial Weapons!"

"Fellow Daoist, no matter how poor you are, you cannot be poor in education; no matter how hard it is, you cannot make it hard on the children."

(End of chapter)