Chapter 844: His Mission

"So does that mean the Martial Ancestor's Martial Dao is not recognized?"

"No, quite the opposite." The old woman shook her head and said: "The Martial Ancestor's Martial Dao is the practice closest to the essence, but precisely because of that, the nearer one gets, the more desperate the Martial Ancestor becomes, so he would rather die in battle than pass on his mixed‑origin Martial Dao."

"Huh?" Chu Shanhe looked puzzled: "I recall among those Martial Cultivation practitioners, weren't there ten stone tablets inherited from the Martial Ancestor? Didn't they record the Martial Ancestor's mixed‑origin Martial Dao?"

The old woman sneered: "Those were just scribbled casually; they have nothing to do with the Martial Ancestor."

What?!

Chu Shanhe didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

He had once seen a martial cultivator who claimed to inherit the Martial Ancestor's Martial Dao; that fellow was so strong it was inhuman, almost tearing him apart!

Fortunately, that fool insisted on going after the Dao Gate sages to settle scores, and look—wasn't he dead through and through?

"As for the Martial Dao, once it is born, it is as beloved by Heaven and Earth as anything; even without the Martial Ancestor, figures like the Fist Ancestor or Leg Ancestor arise, and inevitably they all follow the same Martial Dao. Even if there are slight variations, they never stray from the core."

"So that Magical Cultivation… is it to compete with the Martial Dao for Qi luck?"

"That's right," the old woman smiled. "It is the cultivation method most suitable for the masses of countless living beings; when Heaven and Earth are controlled, there are few hardships, and everyone can smoothly reach the pinnacle."

Is… is that so?

Chu Shanhe's face darkened; after all, what does it matter that he once nearly got struck to death by a thunder tribulation while trying to break through the Great Vehicle Stage?

"What they seek—a brand‑new cultivation method—will appear on that soon‑to‑be born Existence. As for what it is, I do not know, but it will certainly be something vastly different from any cultivator's Existence."

"I see…"

What is their purpose in doing this?

Were the three Wild Gods of the Untamed Wilderness and the True Daoist Elder also after that Existence's birth, or merely curious to see how powerful the brand‑new cultivation method is?

Chu Shanhe suddenly realized something: "Back then, the twelve Human Emperors jointly ordered the capture of rare beasts across Heaven and Earth, sealed their bloodlines, and eventually derived the Human Origin Great Pill—was that also a form of cultivation method?"

"No, it's not that. The first Human Emperor was exceptionally gifted and discovered that rare beasts possessed a Qi luck path. He thought, like the Martial Ancestor, to obtain destiny by Devouring the beasts' flesh and blood as a cultivation method. The Human Origin Great Pill was merely a by‑product of his research, which instead completed Magical Cultivation."

So the Human Emperor also founded a cultivation method?

No wonder none could achieve the Human Emperor's cultivation method that a few families have preserved.

"Given that, why did the Founder still intervene to hunt the singing deer three thousand years ago?"

The old woman fell silent.

After a while, she said helplessly, "Some matters, if left undone, will never reveal their consequences."

"When the Heavenly Dao is controlled, human Qi luck subjugates the Earthly Dao; thus humanity reigns supreme within the Five Domains, traversing the four seas—this is indeed the true demand."

Chu Shanhe suddenly understood.

Building the Human‑smoke Tower was probably not to better suppress human Qi luck, but to more conveniently annihilate it!

Only when Heaven and Earth's fortunes return to normal will they obtain the result they desire?

If the Martial Dao is unsuitable and the Human Emperor's cultivation method is also wrong, how can they be sure that the Primordial Son will inevitably bring a brand‑new cultivation method?

Chu Shanhe fell silent; many questions he dared not voice, waiting for the old woman to speak them.

But after the old woman finished speaking, she waved her hand: "Scram."

"Yes, Founder."

Chu Shanhe respectfully withdrew from the celestial formation and returned to the Profound Gate.

The old woman looked around nervously, then sighed, "They probably won't trouble me, right?"

"That's hard to say."

A silhouette suddenly appeared behind the old woman and patted her shoulder.

The old woman was instantly startled, darted aside, and raised her dragon‑head staff: "Really?"

"Hmm?"

Seeing the shabby Daoist's face darken, the old woman immediately flattered, "Master, I was wrong."

"Hmm, where did I err?"

"I shouldn't have spoken everything out loud," the old woman put down the dragon‑head staff, bowing her head like a child who had erred.

The shabby Daoist walked over, satisfied, and patted the old woman's head: "I told you we didn't strike enough back then."

"No, no, no, I'm already this old; stop teasing me, Master."

The shabby Daoist glanced around and said, "Conveniently, that fellow is about to be born; let's go take a look."

"Oh…" The old woman's expression changed as she followed the shabby Daoist.

With a turn, they arrived at Zhong Tian Zhi Yu's Luohuang Zhou.

At this moment, within the aberrant zone.

Yun Qing let out a painful, harrowing scream as the spirit‑cocoon surged into her body.

Moments later, Yun Qing's appearance was completely altered.

But that's not all!

As Yun Qing was filled with the spirit‑cocoon, everything about her was reconstituted at that moment, then she took on a new appearance.

The old woman frowned, thinking: a mutation?

"It's a spirit transformation," the shabby Daoist said, watching Yun Qing's change calmly. "This world bears a fragment of its power, yet it is enough to nurture someone who can oppose it."

A smile curled at the shabby Daoist's mouth, prompting the old woman to ask with some doubt, "Are you about to strike the Dao Ancestor?"

The shabby Daoist shook his head: "I am merely following his will; sometimes I don't wish to, and that drives me mad."

"Then now…"

"Look at my clothes," the shabby Daoist chuckled.

The old woman looked puzzled; the Master never seemed to have worn Dao robes before, but he was still disheveled, so she didn't mind.

After all, when you try to fathom a madman's thoughts, it's clear you are even crazier.

"This purple Dao robe is what he usually wears."

"So you.... now...." the old woman realized what, her face changed dramatically.

"Sigh." the disheveled daoist wiped the dirt off his face, his whole body suddenly emitted a strong golden light.

Just this moment!

In the Nine Heavens and Five Domains, the whole world, all cultivators, all living beings, everything that is active, except the sages all sank into silence.

The old woman widened her eyes, watching as the disheveled daoist released one after another dreamlike bubble from his body.

These bubbles combined and wove in the void, forming a giant bubble enveloping the entire world, and the disheveled daoist's figure gradually disappeared before her eyes.

"I should carry out my mission now."

Crack!

The old woman suddenly felt as if a lock had been placed on her heart, and at this moment everything was marked.

"This..... this is? Master, master! Don't do this, first let me out then talk!"

"Master!!!!"

"Really, I ****!" the old woman cursed loudly to the heavens.

Because he realized...

Even the sages who tower above the world are about to meet the end of bodily death and spiritual extinction.