Chapter 796: The Daoist of Creation

The Origin Land is located in the deepest part of the universe, within a mysterious space-time.

Furthermore, it is hidden in the deepest reaches of time, the long river of light and shadow.

Those whose cultivation has not reached the Yang God realm or the Shattering the Vacuum realm would not be able to sense that place.

This is the origin of heaven and earth, the root of longevity. It is rumored to be the place closest to the Other Shore.

It is also the best place for those who have passed nine Thunder Tribulations to cultivate.

Gaining enlightenment on the origin here and breaking through realms is ten times, a hundred times easier than anywhere else between heaven and earth!

Throughout history, whether they were Yang God experts or Shattering the Vacuum experts, as long as their lifespan reached its end, they would go to the Origin Land to perish. Of course, there is one exception, and that is the Pan Emperor.

He perished in the Heaven Beyond Heaven, transforming into the Central World.

At this moment, in a mysterious area of the Origin Land.

The energy of heaven and earth here is so dense it is almost substantial; the Origin True Qi is highly compressed.

Staying in this region, the speed of cultivation is more than a hundred times faster than in the outside world. In the outside world, achieving the Ghost Immortal realm is extremely difficult, but in this region, as long as one has a little talent, one can sit and level up. In a short period, one could create thousands of Ghost Immortal experts.

In this region, there are ten islands.

The material of these islands is a substance that alternates between light and dark, a solid, which is precisely the legendary Origin Stone.

These ten islands were actually all forged from Origin Stone.

This type of Origin Stone has another name, which is called "Heaven Crystal."

Even a divine weapon like the Pan Emperor Life-Spirit Sword cannot cut through it.

Moreover, the core areas of divine artifacts like the Pan Emperor Sword, the Artifact of Creation, and the Eternal Kingdom are all refined from "Heaven Crystal."

With this much Origin Stone, one could even build another Artifact of Creation, or refine hundreds or thousands of supreme Divine Swords of the same quality as the Pan Emperor Life-Spirit Sword.

What is even more peculiar is that Origin Seeds have condensed here, a full eighty of them, each one a prototype of a Great Thousand World.

"Revive, my successor."

A voice rang out, carrying an ancient and magnificent tone. It was incomparably powerful, sweeping through everything, coming from the primordial era, traversing time and space, causing the long river of time to flow backward.

Endless power gathered toward the central island, where a damaged body was solidified within an Origin Seed.

As the continuous flow of Origin True Qi poured in, this body gradually recovered; the withered muscles regained their luster, the severed arm grew back, and soon it became whole again.

Bang!

The rectangular Origin Seed trembled violently, suddenly jolting upward, emitting a dull sound like thunder.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This sound rang out continuously, as if someone were beating a drum, or perhaps... like the violent beating of a heart.

Clatter!

Following that, a strong and powerful hand tore through the Origin Seed, and the now-restored body slowly crawled out. Hong Xuanji opened his eyes, and golden light seemed to shoot from them, piercing the air and colliding with the walls of the city, emitting a clanging sound of metal striking metal, as if it were the energy of a sharp sword.

He stood silently, feeling the Qi and Blood flowing within his body like a celestial river, his whole body seemingly filled with endless power, as if he could pluck stars and grasp the moon with a single gesture.

"Did I not die?" Hong Xuanji muttered to himself.

In his memory, he still recalled the scene of being killed by Yu Liancheng: "Not only did I not die, but my strength seems to have improved even further."

"My disciple, it was I who saved you."

The grand voice rang out again, and Hong Xuanji looked up to see a figure wearing a Daoist robe. He was high above, with ten thousand worlds constantly being born and destroyed behind him; one after another, primordial gods and all living beings of the heavens were born, cultivated, and then destroyed, entered nirvana, and perished within the ten thousand worlds behind him.

This Daoist seemed to be the source of all gods, the God above Gods, the controller of all gods, the creator of all worlds, the architect of creation. The father of all gods, the mother of all immortals.

Thunder was born for him, the sun and moon revolved for him, time changed for him, space flowed for him, the gods bowed to him, the emperors took him as their center... everything, absolutely everything, was centered on him.

The Origin Land is the center of the universe.

And he is the center of the Origin Land.

This Daoist is the origin within the origin, the creation within creation.

Hong Xuanji's physical body had been reshaped and had become incomparably powerful. But in front of this Daoist, he still felt a sense of trembling.

Too powerful.

Powerful to the point of impossibility.

"You... you are the Daoist of Creation!?" Hong Xuanji turned pale, saying in disbelief: "But that is impossible, the Daoist of Creation perished long ago, disappearing into the long river of history."

The Daoist of Creation.

One of the three great mythical giants of the primordial era.

Logically speaking, he should have died long ago.

But this aura, these methods, who else could it be but the legendary Daoist of Creation?

"Indeed, I, along with the Yang Gods and Shattering the Vacuum experts of the primordial era, all died in the Origin Land." The Daoist of Creation's laughter rang out: "This Origin Land is the place closest to the Other Shore, but unfortunately, the Other Shore is eternal and also unique. Thus, the great war broke out again, and we all died here."

Hong Xuanji looked astonished: "Then you... are you a Yang God thought?"

A Yang God has 129,600 Yang God thoughts, and even if only one remains, it possesses incomparable power and partial memories.

The Daoist of Creation said calmly: "I am not a thought; in some respects, I am a projection. Although I died, I did not die completely like the other Yang Gods; I will be resurrected..."

"Resurrected..."

Hong Xuanji's pupils shrank slightly, then he shook his head; this was the realm of ancient myths and legends, which he could not comprehend. He was more concerned with his own situation, so he shook his head and asked: "I do not know why you saved me?"

He had been almost completely erased by the Haotian Golden Chapter; he thought that even for the Daoist of Creation, resurrecting him would require a great price, so why would he do this?

"Because you are the successor of my orthodoxy."

The Daoist of Creation's voice rang out again: "Although Yang Pan is the master of the Artifact of Creation, you were the one who originally obtained the Artifact of Creation. You gave the Artifact of Creation to Yang Pan, and I have never considered him my successor. Only you, the Son of the Great Thousand, are my disciple, and only you can fulfill my ideals and hopes, allowing me to cross to the Other Shore and reach the Sea of Bitterness."

"I..." Hong Xuanji was startled: "But Master, what can I do for you..."

He directly acknowledged his identity as a disciple of the Daoist of Creation.

The reason Hong Xuanji could achieve such success, besides the Heavens Life and Death Wheel, was largely due to the Daoist Scripture of Creation he had obtained in his early years.

"You can do many things for me," the Daoist of Creation said.

"Within the Origin Land lie the Yang God thoughts and fleshly shells of the various Holy Emperors. I shall bestow upon you the Primordial First Divine Art, the 'Great Primordial Parasitic Art'. Refine them all, and you shall achieve the supreme realm of Shattering the Vacuum. Then, walk out of the Origin Land, destroy the Central World, unify the Great Thousand World, and become the true master of this Great Thousand World."

Hong Xuanji frowned and asked: "Why must the Central World be destroyed? Why unify the Great Thousand World?" A being like the Daoist of Creation should not care about so-called power.

"Because only by destroying the Central World can you accompany your master to the Other Shore and escape the cycle of life and death."

Immediately following this, the Daoist of Creation did not hold back in the slightest and recounted to Hong Xuanji the greatest secret since primordial times.

This secret is actually very simple: it is that Emperor Changsheng, the Daoist of Creation, and many other towering, sacred beings are all laying out plans, all competing for the Luck of the universe, wanting to be the sole master of this heaven and earth. Because only in this way can one seize the creation and reach the Other Shore.

The only Other Shore.

But the will of Heaven is always difficult to fathom.

The vast majority of primordial Yang God experts, such as Yuan, Shi, Hong, Dou, Ji, and others, all died here.

The primordial number one expert, Emperor Changsheng, nearly had the last laugh, but the hundred masters of the Middle Ages appeared, and the one hundred experts at the peak of the Nine Tribulations unleashed the Bridge of the Other Shore, forcing even Emperor Changsheng to be trapped together in the Origin Land.

And the Daoist of Creation also suffered heavy injuries; he could only rely on his successor, Hong Xuanji, to help him act.

Hong Xuanji is the Son of the Great Thousand World, his Luck is extraordinary, and now with his help, it is like adding wings to a tiger.

"My successor, Son of the Great Thousand, receive this pure essence, for the sake of my inheritance, you must cultivate peerless divine abilities to complete my unfinished ideal: destroy the Central World, rule the Great Thousand World, dominate the universe, refine all the thoughts left behind by the Yang Gods into a single magical treasure, and smelt all the Kings of Divine Artifacts into one..."

After recounting many secrets, the Daoist of Creation transformed a massive amount of Origin liquid into 1,197 streams that rushed into Hong Xuanji's acupoints.

"Master, I will certainly complete your ideal and dominate the universe..." Hong Xuanji accepted this powerful essence, and his body's functions climbed step by step. His entire body's joints, muscles, meridians, internal organs, and even his brain were highly refined, and his powerful aura surged like a tide.

"This is the Great Primordial Parasitic Art, use it well."

The powerful consciousness of the Daoist of Creation, accompanied by a profound cultivation technique, was imparted to Hong Xuanji.

The Great Primordial Parasitic Art, the meaning of parasitism, is to rely on a physical form, absorb nutrients, and strengthen oneself.

Humans are originally parasites in the universe, parasitizing the universe, absorbing the power of the universe, and ultimately turning the universe into their own.

Likewise, this is the ultimate profound meaning of the "Great Primordial Parasitic Art".

But just at this moment, the Daoist of Creation suddenly frowned; he felt two extremely strong physical auras enter the Heavenly Crystal Island.

"Who is it?"

Meng Shenji also changed color.

Upon seeing the arrivals, Meng Shenji also understood who they were, and his anger was mixed with disbelief: "Champion Marquis, it is actually you."

Even the Daoist of Creation had not expected that Yu Liancheng would actually enter the Origin Land and even break through the Array of the Heavenly Crystal Island.

"How did you appear?" The Daoist of Creation frowned slightly, but without waiting for Yu Liancheng to answer, his mind operated, his gaze shifted slightly, and he knew many things, saying to himself: "So you actually possess a King of Divine Artifacts on your person, or more accurately, a teleportation treasure that transcends a King of Divine Artifacts; no wonder you could ignore the Array."

"You are very bold, one might even say daring, to actually set your sights on me, the Daoist of Creation." His tone was indifferent, even carrying a trace of a smile. It was as if an old man were watching a child's tricks. Although there were merits, it was extremely childish and not worth mentioning at all.

He could, of course, see it.

Yu Liancheng, and the Haotian Golden Chapter that appeared immediately after, both possessed power approaching Shattering the Vacuum.

But that was only approaching Shattering the Vacuum, not true Shattering the Vacuum.

And this was a secret realm he had built over countless years and countless time; by utilizing the remaining 79 Origin Seeds, he could still exert the power of a Yang God. Even a true expert of Shattering the Vacuum could be suppressed by him, let alone two existences who had not become Shattering the Vacuum at all.

"You dare to rescue the person I want to kill; you are the one who is daring!" Haotian Golden Chapter did not say much, but simply tapped his toes and fiercely activated the Heavens Life and Death Wheel. An incomparable giant wheel appeared high in the sky, with countless living beings pushing it and howling, causing the giant wheel to rotate and crush down toward the Daoist of Creation.

"Hongmeng parasitism, devour the universe..."

The Daoist of Creation sneered and opened his palm.

Swish, swish.

Countless tiny insects, like dragons and snakes, vaguely resembling the Immortal God King who had once been defeated by Yu Liancheng, only shrunk a thousand or a hundred times, poured out from inside his palm toward Haotian Golden Chapter. They fluttered and twisted, each one full of spiritual intelligence.

These insects did not fear the power of the Heavens Life and Death Wheel at all; they even broke through the Protective True Qi, directly shuttling through the void to parasitize the flesh of Haotian Golden Chapter, to possess him completely and devour him.

These are the Hongmeng Insects of the "Hongmeng Parasitic Art". These are not real insects, but a type of Talisman, a Talisman with spiritual intelligence. The Zhihui, power, and divine abilities of each insect are extraordinary, and with enough power, they can even evolve into humans. Since ancient times, the only one in heaven and earth capable of refining Talismans to have such super-strong spiritual intelligence is the Daoist of Creation.

"Taste the power of my 'Hongmeng Parasitic Art' well." The Daoist of Creation sneered.

Once the Hongmeng Parasitic Insects burrowed into the body of Haotian Golden Chapter, they immediately began devouring his Qi and Blood, True Qi, and all other power, growing rapidly. Furthermore, through a certain connection, they transferred this devoured power to the Daoist of Creation.

However, just as the Daoist of Creation was certain of victory, every inch of flesh and blood within Haotian Golden Chapter began to burn. Every drop of essence blood was erupting. Every wisp of True Qi was surging crazily. With a "Boom—", Haotian Golden Chapter actually used his body, which was nearly at the Shattering the Vacuum level, to perform a technique similar to the "Imperial Extreme Countercurrent Great Art", a technique that would harm both sides.

He completely disregarded the depletion of his own essence blood.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

Amidst a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering loud noise, even the city cast from Heavenly Crystal was blasted into a huge crater.

The Hongmeng Parasitic Insects died miserably, and the Hongmeng Parasitic Insects were inextricably linked to the Daoist of Creation.

Although the Daoist of Creation severed his connection with the Hongmeng Parasitic Insects in time, his Daoist robe still fluttered, and his entire phantom image swayed.

It was also at this moment that Yu Liancheng struck fiercely.

Boom!