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Chapter 247: The Eternal Child
The Old God General dedicated his life to loyalty, but the emperor he served was not his great-great-grandson; it was the Old Emperor of his own era. He was bewildered by the Central State Royal Family's affairs, having witnessed four Old Emperors perish in just a millennium. He felt that the world was unpredictable. After living for a thousand years, he had seen through nearly everything and realized there was no need to bind himself for the sake of so-called loyalty.
He had no desire to save the world. On the contrary, he had been trained from a young age with a singular dream: to become someone who could control his own destiny.
In his time, the Old God General was not invincible. Above him were the First Divine General, the Second Divine General, and the Third Divine General, along with the unbeatable Central Sovereign. They prepared a Spirit Gathering Array for him, capable of gathering the world's Spirit Energy, enduring for a millennium. Countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures were placed within this array beneath the imperial city, meant to bolster him as a foundation for the royal family. Should disaster ever befall them, someone would awaken him to eliminate their enemies.
However, no one knew that when he was very young, he encountered a child. The child had a bare head and wore a gentle smile, with beautiful and radiant light emanating from above. The Old God General smiled back sincerely, and in return, the child gifted him a Cultivation Method. From that moment on, he became a cultivator—a prodigious one at that.
A century later, he grew up and reached the Great Ascension stage, becoming one of those closely watched by the Central State Royal Family as a Divine General Candidate. Eventually, he truly became a Divine General of the royal family, revered by thousands. Thus began his quest to find the child who had given him that Cultivation Method.
After three hundred years of searching diligently, he finally found that child. To his horror, however, the child remained unchanged—still a child without any signs of growth. In front of this child, he felt as weak as an infant in need of nourishment.
Five hundred years later, this child appeared again and told him that he would be sealed away for five hundred years during which he could evade death three times until he faced his final Heavenly Tribulation upon awakening.
Before falling into slumber, he asked for the child's name.
The child replied, "Amitabha, Xuanbing."
Amitabha is a mantra associated with Buddhism, indicating that the child belonged to that faith. In Buddhism, it is said that the highest belief is in Buddha. Thus, he realized that this child might very well be an incarnation of Buddha and referred to him as Xuanbing Buddha. Upon awakening after his slumber, he soon saw him again.
Yet this Mystic Warrior remained just as he was—a child without any signs of aging.
A cultivator's lifespan typically does not exceed a thousand years; however, this Mystic Warrior showed no signs of change at all. The Old God General was now frail and nearing decay while the Mystic Warrior remained completely unchanged.
Is he Immortal? Is he a celestial being? Isn't there a rule that celestial beings cannot walk among mortals?
The Old God General dared not speak. Out of courtesy, he allowed Xuanbing Buddha to take away Consort of Rain, for if he had forcibly kept her, the only outcome would have been death.
There are many things in this world that, with his abilities, he could now explore one by one. However, he was ultimately too old; without the support of his cultivation, he feared he could hardly move.
The once invincible Old God General was shrouded in melancholy and loss in his twilight years. All his old friends had passed away, leaving him alone.
In this world, the most painful thing is this: when one suddenly looks back, all that remains are withered bones. The vast sea has not yet turned into mulberry fields, yet old friends are already gone.
Thus, during the great war between the Zhongzhou Human Race and the demon clan, almost no one participated alongside the Old God General. The Central Sovereign was helpless; despite the high level of Old God General Cultivation Method, if it weren't for the face of the Old Emperor, he might not even have stayed in the royal city. Meanwhile, Mo Yu was still too young, merely a master at the Great Ascension stage. He could not stand against the numerous experts of the demon clan alone; even with a National Treasure in hand, he could not defeat their endless army.
At this moment, there were no forces willing to fight alongside the Central State Royal Family. The reason was simple: the Central Sovereign was deeply unpopular. The Ten Thousand Methods Conference had intimidated the entire Cultivation world, oppressing others excessively and losing public support.
More critically, Consort of Rain declared that no sects were to unite with the Central Sovereign royal family; otherwise, they would face extermination. This somewhat neurotic woman struck fear into everyone when she unleashed her wrath; several sects had been wiped out overnight.
Consort of Rain was that willful; anyone who offended her would meet their end without her caring for the lives of others. She understood how cunning humanity could be; complete annihilation was impossible as this world was never short of heroes.
Among the Five Major Sects, none of Azure Cloud Palace, You Xian Sect, Overlord Sect, or Falling Flower Valley took any action against the demon clan. They believed that if demons sought to invade them, they would pay a heavy price. Each sect prioritized individuality over unity. For millennia, the Central State Royal Family had intimidated the entire Cultivation world; now they stood idly by as their royal family faced destruction.
The only sect taking action was Xuanfo Temple. Every disciple of Xuanfo Temple seemed like a born demon slayer. The treasures they wielded appeared to be crafted specifically for subduing demons. Wherever they went, demons retreated.
However, being outnumbered posed a significant challenge. The demon clan possessed formidable physiques and regenerative abilities; even if killed, they would escape and soon revive—almost impossible to eradicate completely. No one knew how many demons there truly were or why they had such regenerative powers. In Zhongzhou, chaos reigned as everyone took up arms against the demons, with countless lives lost in their flames of war.
At this moment, beneath the Heavenly Tree in the realm of the Demon Empress within the Southern Domain Sky-reaching Forest, a handsome young man sat quietly under its shade. Behind him shimmered with colors, displaying a series of scrolls; however, no one could understand these scrolls as they were fragmented—like silhouettes cut from time itself.
Around the young boy, circles of cultivators surrounded him, all with their eyes closed in meditation, feeling the Ripple of Enlightenment emanating from him.
The Ripple of Enlightenment surrounding the boy was powerful enough to cover the entire Sky-Connecting Forest. This strength was due to the Heavenly Tree, whose roots connected the entire base of the Sky-Connecting Forest, intertwining with countless spiritual veins that formed the land. It was said that the Heavenly Tree could assist others in achieving Enlightenment, and at this moment, the boy's Ripple of Enlightenment was indistinguishable from that of the Heavenly Tree, as if the Heavenly Tree were mimicking Zhao Yang's Ripple of Enlightenment.
For countless years, such a phenomenon had never occurred with the Heavenly Tree. Countless beasts worshipped it, for it was their deity.
The boy sat quietly beneath the Heavenly Tree, radiating a peaceful and radiant light. Even the Demon Empress found herself entranced, gazing at Zhao Yang and feeling his Ripple of Enlightenment, her mind swirling with unspoken thoughts.
"I did it! I finally broke through to the Dao Fruit Stage!" an Old Demon Cultivator shouted, soaring into the sky in sheer excitement. He had been trapped at the Nascent Soul Stage for three hundred years without progress, but after just a few hours beside Zhao Yang, feeling his Ripple of Enlightenment, he found his cultivation loosened and effortlessly broke through to the Dao Fruit Stage.
"I’ve entered the Divine Transformation Stage too! Incredible!" another Demon Cultivator exclaimed loudly, tears streaming down its face in joy. This young genius of the demon race had suddenly hit a bottleneck twenty years ago and had made no progress since. After two decades, he finally advanced again.
Outside the Demon Cultivators, countless beasts knelt in reverence, all bowing their heads. They felt Zhao Yang's Ripple of Enlightenment as if listening to an old monk preach, gaining insights that led them to gradually transform. They shed their physical forms and morphed into infants or children, taking on human shapes.
Countless voices cheered and knelt down, calling out Zhao Yang's name along with that of the Heavenly Tree and the great Demon Empress.
On top of the Heavenly Tree sat a child with a gentle smile looking down below. A divine light radiated from above his head, and his eyes curved like crescent moons; yet he bore an air of solemnity and dignity.
The Demon Empress sensed an aura emanating from above her head and looked up in shock.
That child was none other than the ageless child—the Mystic Warrior.
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