Chapter 283: Shocking News of One's Life Story Begins to Emerge

The twelve ancient gods under Pangu's seat had eight transform into the pillars of heaven to support the clear and the turbid. The other two gods fought, and both were wounded; one struck Buzhou in a rage, causing the Heavenly River to pour down and flood the world.

One god won without a fight and sat in the Heavenly Court, but their magic power was entirely lost and they were unable to save the common people, so they sent a Divine Envoy down into the mortal world to seek out those with great ability.

The Divine Envoy searched until they reached Zhonghuang Mountain, where they saw the supreme spiritual forms of Fuxi and Nuwa, and asked if they could provide assistance.

The Empress Wa could not bear the vicissitudes of the human world, so she used divine stones to patch the sky and stop the leak; the Empress Wa also perished in the high heavens.

At this time, the Heavenly Emperor also returned his body to the primordial mist, and Haotian ascended the throne. Remembering the merits of Wa, he granted the Dao of the Three Sovereigns: the Heavenly Sovereign, the Earthly Sovereign, and the Human Emperor would sit as equals, and the three races of humans, gods, and demons would be equal.

At that time, the ancient gods who had descended to the mortal world were moved by the Empress Wa's achievements and remained in Chenjian.

Days and months passed like a shuttle, with dusk departing and dawn arriving; the Divine Envoy had long since returned their body to the turbid earth, yet the lineage of the ancient gods was passed down through the generations.

……

"What does this mean?" Lingxiang pretended to be calm, but her heart was already surging with waves.

Wangugongcang did not seem to care how Lingxiang felt; he just sipped his tea to himself and said lazily, "Don't you already have your own calculations in your heart? Why ask such a redundant question?"

That's right, hadn't she guessed it long ago?

In order to find a way to break the defect in her Spirit Root, she had read through all the books in Langhuan Pavilion since she was small, so she naturally knew deep down what a defective soul meant.

"So, my mother was of the Demon Race?" If that were the case, it would explain why she saved the Demon Lord back then...

No!

If her mother was of the Demon Race, how could she have refined an Immortal Grade Pill?

Wangugongcang squinted at the deep-in-thought Lingxiang, the fan in his hand still waving at a leisurely pace.

"Indeed, if Tumi was of the Demon Race, how could she refine an Immortal Grade Pill?" Wangugongcang closed his fan and tapped the small box on the table. "Since your birth mother was not a demon, then there is only..."

Wangugongcang did not finish his sentence, as if he were doing it on purpose, just squinting and looking askance at Lingxiang.

Lingxiang was greatly shocked and hurriedly looked at Wangu: "Impossible! How could my mother be!?"

Wangugongcang just gave a light laugh: "Why not? Do you think the causal laws of this matter could be controlled by you? However, the details of this should not come from this old man's mouth; someone will explain it clearly to you in the future."

That's it, that's it! So she was also of the Demon Race!

No! To be precise, she should be a half-demon! This explained why her Spirit Root was defective!

People of the Demon Race have incomplete souls and cannot be nourished by Innate Qi, so there is no such thing as a Spirit Root.

"But..." Lingxiang seemed to want to struggle, "but this still doesn't make sense. If I am of the Demon Race, how can I perform Daoist Techniques and Dharma Techniques? And how can I refine pills and medicine?"

"Look, look," Wangugongcang took a sip of tea, "I said I would tell it slowly, but you insisted on getting straight to the point. With such a disconnect, it naturally wouldn't make sense."

"Simply put, it must be credited to Tumi. Although she was of the Yu Wang lineage, her maternal clan came from the ancient gods—the very one who descended to the mortal world back then to seek a way to save the world—so you also have the blood of the ancient gods in your body. Although it is thin, you have truly received the inheritance."

There was actually such an inside story!

People in the world are constrained by their Spirit Roots, so when they cultivate and enter the Dao, some techniques are easy to master, while others are difficult to practice. But Lingxiang was different; although she could not perform most techniques due to her cultivation limitations, she was not constrained by the Five Elements.

When heaven and earth first opened, Spirit Qi was not divided so clearly, and the ancient gods either came from outside Chaos or were gathered from the Spirit Qi of heaven and earth, so they were naturally not constrained by the Five Elements.

"So, my mother, she..."

Before Lingxiang could finish, she heard Wangu interject: "She was the last god in the world."

Hm?

Lingxiang looked at Wangugongcang in surprise. That was not what she had intended to say, but she had been interrupted by Wangugongcang. However, that statement was also wrong, wasn't it? Hadn't she clearly inherited her mother's ancient god bloodline?

Wangugongcang seemed to see Lingxiang's doubts and sneered: "With a Half-Demon Body, do you really think you can inherit the title of an ancient god?"

Lingxiang fell silent upon hearing this.

These words were indeed true. If it were really as this old man said, what virtue or ability did she have to dare to call herself an ancient god? However...

"Can ancient gods die too?"

Lingxiang had thought that, if not for causal reasons, the lifespan of a god should be equal to that of heaven and earth.

Wangugongcang rolled his eyes: "Look at how ignorant you are. All things have a lifespan, even heaven and earth itself; why should so-called gods be an exception? It is just that compared to mortals, the lifespan of a god is long and difficult to reach, which is why there is such a perception."

That is true; between heaven and earth, how small and insignificant a person is.

Just as Lingxiang was sighing, she heard Wangugongcang speak again.

"Do you know why Spirit Roots have become increasingly scarce in this world?"

Wangugongcang's question stumped Lingxiang.

"Why?" She truly did not know.

Wangugongcang smiled again, turned into a puff of mist, floated to Lingxiang's side, and hung under the eaves to fan himself.

……

Heaven and earth were originally Chaos, a sticky mass, a single whole. Pangu's blade suddenly separated them, and the clear and the turbid began. The so-called Spirit Qi is the product of the alternation of the clear and the turbid; only when they merge can there be wisdom roots.

However, once heaven and earth were divided, Spirit Qi was as well, and thus there were the Five Elements, and then the eight pillars of heaven. As time passed, the clear and the turbid did not connect, and Spirit Qi naturally became increasingly thin.

……

"Not to mention those so-called gods from outside the heavens beyond Chaos, those ancient gods born in response to the spirit of heaven and earth were born in response to the pure spirit of the clear and the turbid. At that time, Spirit Qi was abundant, so they were naturally not constrained by the Five Elements."

"But since they existed, they were suspected of defying heaven, so they were constrained by the Heavenly Dao and had their lifespans limited."

Hearing Wangugongcang say this, Lingxiang understood immediately. The so-called death and destruction of those ancient gods was actually just them detaching from the Heavenly Dao and returning to the primordial mist.

From where one is born, one returns; this is generally the same principle as Reincarnation.

"But after the great undertaking of the Conferment of the Gods, there were three hundred sixty-five Orthodox Gods listed in the heavens, not to mention those who attained sainthood in the flesh like Nezha; why is it said that there are no gods in the world?"

Lingxiang was very puzzled, but Wangugongcang sneered when he heard this.

"What kind of gods are those? They were merely a smokescreen set up by the so-called Three Venerables to break the situation of equality between humans and gods. Looking at the long river of history, people just repeat what others say, but if you really think about it, although Di Xin was indeed overbearing and savage, was he really as unbearable as the world says?"

This...

Since she was small, whether from what she saw in books or what she heard from others, everyone said that Shang Zhou Wang was cruel by nature. This was something known to everyone on the streets, but in this old man's mouth, it seemed as if there were hidden circumstances.

"At that time, the human race was prosperous and at its peak. Di Xin did not worship the heavenly gods and did not perform sacrifices, which offended the wrath of heaven. This touched the interests of the Heavenly Court, which led to the subsequent disasters. To prevent the human race from being difficult to control in the future, the Conferment of the Gods came about." Wangugongcang sighed as he spoke. "Once Di Xin died, there was no longer a Human Emperor in the world."

This was not false; if the Three Sovereigns were all present, then humans and gods were equal. If the Human Emperor was lost, the human race would have no leader and would naturally be a rank lower, but...

"But what does this have to do with what I seek?" Lingxiang was very confused.

"How so? You don't know?"

"The Demon Race are the descendants of the Human Emperor, after all."