Chapter 1310

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

This discovery left Xu Zhangqing sitting dazed on the stone bed for a good while.

He had cultivated for several thousand years, walking from Qi Refining Stage all the way to Unity Stage; his understanding of spiritual roots had long since been etched into his very bones.

Possessing all five elements spiritual roots — that was even his greatest advantage.

It was also the fundamental reason he could later fuse the Creation Heavenly Scripture, the Eternal Night Scripture, and the Growth and Withering Longevity Scripture, ultimately creating the Yuan Dao Heavenly Book.

Yet in this era, spiritual roots surprisingly did not exist.

Mortals could sense spiritual energy without spiritual roots, guide spiritual power without spiritual roots, cultivate immortality without spiritual roots.

What did this mean?

It meant that in later ages, the appearance of spiritual roots must have had a cause!

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In a flash, ten years later.

Xu Zhangqing gradually accepted reality, thoroughly becoming Jiang Yuan.

He grew accustomed to being woken by Zhang Daoxuan every day before dawn.

Accustomed to listening to the Dao Ancestor expound the Dharma beneath the Wan Dao Tree.

Accustomed to shouldering a bamboo basket every few days to gather unfamiliar spiritual plants in the wild, then adding new entries to the "Hundred Herbs Record" upon return.

His cultivation also rose from Qi Refining Stage all the way to Foundation Establishment Perfection, only a single step away from Golden Core Stage.

Yet the more he cultivated, the more he felt something was off.

The spiritual power of this era was indeed powerful.

The strength of Qi Refining Stage spiritual power rivaled Foundation Establishment Stage in later ages.

The strength of Foundation Establishment Stage spiritual power even directly approached Golden Core Stage.

But the problem lay in the fact that no matter how strong the spiritual power, there were no laws to drive it.

Laws were the key to the cultivation system in later ages; every cultivator had to master them.

Golden Core Stage, even more so, took laws as its core.

Yet in this era, laws did not yet exist.

This meant Xu Zhangqing possessed a body full of spiritual power in vain; aside from a strong physique and prolonged life, he could not unleash any law-level attacks or defenses.

Five-Colored Yuan Light could not be used.

Return to Void Finger could not be used.

Return to Origin could not be used.

Even the Yuan Dao Heavenly Book could only be used to filter spiritual energy, unable to be released outward.

This matter — he had to find someone to ask clearly.

Fortunately, in a few days the Dao Ancestor would expound the Dharma again.

At that time, perhaps he could obtain answers from it.

A few days later, Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxuan sat side by side beneath the Wan Dao Tree.

But this time, what the Dao Ancestor expounded was about gods.

Main Gods, Greater Gods, Lesser Gods.

"Main Gods hold the Origin!"

"Greater Gods govern Star Domains!"

"Lesser Gods plant roots in one region!"

The three each performed their duties, jointly maintaining the balance of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

However, this balance was not static, but dynamic.

Between gods, the relationship had always been one of mutual competition.

Among Lesser Gods, they vied for territory.

Among Greater Gods, they contended for faith.

Among Main Gods, they both mutually generated and mutually restrained.

"Are there any more powerful than gods and demons?"

"Above gods, the Lord of Void!"

"Above demons, the Ten Perfections Calamity Lord!"

"Above yaos, the Lord of Myriad Yaos!"

"Then… above humans?"

"Nonsense, naturally it's the Dao Ancestor!"

"No, I am not above humans; I am merely one among all beings."

On the stone platform, the Dao Ancestor's eyes held a smile.

The disciples below, each expression different.

Xu Zhangqing and Zhang Daoxuan exchanged a glance: "The Dao Ancestor's thoughts are beyond the likes of us."

Cultivators in this era were called Yi Xing.

Human race anomaly.

Minority among minorities.

Niche within a niche.

Among them, many cultivators always have a sense of superiority.

Feeling they are stronger than the human race, stronger than most people.

Even Xu Changqing and Zhang Daoxuan actually have this problem.

Seeing no one discussing, the Dao Ancestor continued: "The Ten Main Gods are respectively Metal, Water, Fire, Earth, Creation, Time, Space, Karma, Life and Death, Order."

Xu Changqing listened and listened, suddenly feeling something was off.

When the Dao Ancestor spoke of the Origin of the Five Elements, Metal, Water, Fire, Earth were all mentioned, only Wood was not mentioned.

Initially, he thought he had misheard, but after carefully recalling it once, he confirmed the Dao Ancestor had indeed never mentioned "Wood" from beginning to end.

Replacing it was "Creation".

Xu Changqing asked in puzzlement: "What about Wood?"

As a result, the next second, the surrounding people looked at him with faces full of astonishment.

Zhang Daoxuan even shook his head: "Even you still followed the Green Emperor's footsteps."

Only then did Xu Changqing react: "The Green Emperor died?"

Zhang Daoxuan said helplessly: "The Green Emperor is dead, Creation succeeded the position!"

Xu Changqing frowned: "But isn't the Creation Origin from... Great Non-Heaven?"

"Great Non-Heaven?"

The Dao Ancestor heard this and nodded slightly: "This name is very fitting, let's call that chaotic land outside that crack Great Non-Heaven from now on."

Xu Changqing "eh"-ed, then couldn't say a single word.

At this time, Zhang Daoxuan said in a low voice: "Long ago, a crack appeared in the sky, the Creation Origin seeped in from there.

However the Heavenly Dao is jealous of fullness, unable to bear Eleven Origins.

It could only remove one."

The Wood Origin represents vitality.

The Creation Origin represents creation.

The reason the Creation Origin could replace the Wood Origin was not because the Heavenly Dao actively "chose", but its arrival directly caused the Green Emperor's fall.

These two Origins are too similar in ability.

The Creation Origin is stronger, more active, more unreasonable.

Once it entered, the Wood Origin had no place to stand.

Then, Zhang Daoxuan waved his hand: "Of course, you also don't be too sad.

The Dao Ancestor once said, after the Green Emperor died, the remaining part transformed into the Wan Dao Mother Tree."

Xu Changqing heard this and raised his head, looking at that giant tree covering the sky ahead.

The Wan Dao Mother Tree's branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, as if responding to his gaze.

Seeing this, Xu Changqing took a deep breath, secretly thinking: "That man lied to me!"

In the Void Realm, the other party said the Five Emperors exhausted their lifespans and fell one after another.

However in reality, from the Primordial Period, the Green Emperor had already fallen.

No wonder every time he sat under the Wan Dao Tree, he would feel exceptionally clear and comfortable.

Not because this tree had some blessing, but it carried the Green Emperor's power.

He himself was also Jiang Yuan, always chasing the Green Emperor's footsteps.

Yet unexpectedly, the Green Emperor was right beside him, and very close.

Boom—!

Suddenly, a muffled sound came from the distance.

At first only a low rumble, like muffled thunder rolling in the depths of distant mountains.

But in just a few breaths, it became a sky-covering roar, as if the whole world was trembling.

Xu Changqing looked along the sound's source, immediately staring wide-eyed.

It's water!

Flood!

A water wall higher than mountains, almost touching the low-hanging lead-gray cloud layers.

Turbid flood water wrapped around mud, trees, and countless fragments of unknown objects, sweeping in with irresistible force.

Where it passed, everything disappeared

Plains, fern forests, swamps, that giant tree hung with skeletons lasted less than a breath in the flood before snapping, shattering, swallowed.

Even more terrifying, something huge was moving in the flood.

Under the Wan Dao Tree, the Three Thousand Disciples' gazes were simultaneously drawn by that sky-reaching flood.

Several disciples with higher cultivation rose into the air, releasing Divine Sense toward the direction the flood surged from, wanting to investigate clearly what was stirring winds and waves.

The Dao Ancestor sat on the stone platform, his aged face without a ripple, just quietly watching.

A moment later, a disciple with high cultivation had a drastic expression change, crying out in alarm: "Feral beast transforming into a snake!"