Chapter 1128: Chapter 1127: Thoughts of Several Hundred Million Years, Inside Flower Valley
“Disciple, you may leave,” nurous disciples bowed and slowly walked out from the great hall.
Once everyone had left, the old Daoist then stood up and stepped down from the dais.
As he walked forward, his thin figure seed to carry an aura of its own.
In his aged body was an endless majesty that was intimidating.
“Old Daoist, speak your mind directly, no need for beating around the bush,” Xu Zii responded.
“I cannot say,” the old Daoist shook his head.
He pointed towards the firmant and replied, “Three feet above your head, there are deities.”
“Do you believe in the Heavenly Dao?” Xu Zii scoffed.
“Not believing, but we all cultivate under the Heavenly Dao; you have to believe even if you don’t,” the old Daoist replied.
“Who are you?” Xu Zii asked.
“An old acquaintance, one you have forgotten,” the old Daoist replied.
He scrutinized Xu Zii thoroughly.
Saying, “You resemble him a lot, but I know, you are not him, and you can never be.
He is dead, eternally dead.
If he returns, he can never be the sa person again.”
“I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Xu Zii shook his head.
“What era is it now?” the old Daoist asked.
“I’m not very sure, I heard others say, the Middle Ages just passed, and now it’s the New Calendar Years,” Xu Zii replied.
Miss Jing had spoken to him before about the division of eras.
After the Middle Ages, the Nine Domains were divided into Old Calendar Years and New Calendar Years.
“And before the Middle Ages?” the old Daoist continued to ask.
“It was the Ancient Era,” Xu Zii replied.
“And before the Ancient Era?”
“The Ancient, and before that, the Primordial Era.”
“It’s been such a long ti since then,” the old Daoist murmured to himself in a voice so faint that even Xu Zii could not hear.
“What’s wrong?” Xu Zii asked.
“You are mistaken; before the Ancient, it wasn’t the Primordial, but another epoch,” the elder’s eyes were cloudy.
Gazing absent-mindedly ahead, he remained silent for a long long ti.
He finally spoke up: “Although that epoch was brief,
it was exceedingly brilliant and desirable.
We call it … Demon’s Advent.”
At these words, Xu Zii stood there, utterly stunned.
He felt as if nurous mysteries were swirling in his mind at that mont.
“Demon’s Advent, has the Nine Domains also experienced an era of the Demon Race?”
As far as he knew, the previous Demon Lord was expected to have perished in the last epoch.
Subsequently, that epoch was destroyed, and a new cosmic epoch was born.
But not all of the Demon Race perished; many survived.
So were sealed in the Ancient Demon Cave.
Others, like Bai ng, fell into a deep slumber.
“Can you explain in more detail?” Xu Zii asked.
“This answer, you must seek on your own; it is both a trial and a cultivation,” the old Daoist shook his head and said.
“Demon’s Advent, what kind of epoch was it?” Xu Zii asked.
“Only those who have truly lived through that epoch would understand; I cannot say,” the old Daoist shook his head.
“My existence, is just to tell you one thing.”
“What is it?” Xu Zii asked with a frown.
“Not everyone in this world is your enemy; you can leverage help, many like-minded individuals,” the old Daoist explained.
He then slowly pulled out a list and handed it over to Xu Zii.
Xu Zii took the list and briefly glanced through it.
It was densely filled with countless nas.
“Lord of the Dead Spirits from the Netherworld Realm,
Candle Dragon from the Blazing Fla Realm,
Thousand Calamities Doomsday from the Ghost God Realm.
……”
“What are these?” asked Xu Zii.
“Those who can be used,” replied the old Daoist.
“How to use them?”
“That depends on you,” the old Daoist said with a smile.
“To utilize or to reuse?
The path you did not complete billions of years ago, retake it, but do not tread the sa path and fail again.”
“Who are you really?” Xu Zii asked.
“What you see now, all are illusions. Who I am does not matter,” replied the old Daoist, shaking his head.
“Because these illusions were left by billions of years ago. When you see them, I do not know if I still exist.”
“Illusions?” Xu Zii looked around.
This grand hall, the white jade stone underfoot, the entire Chaotic Cloud Stream, all feel so real.
If they are illusions, even he felt bizarre, yet discovered no abnormalities.
This illusion-setting old Daoist, is a bit too terrifying.
“Rember, to succeed is not just for yourself or the Demon Race, but also for us,” the old Daoist said, waving his hand.
As his words fell, Xu Zii then noticed that the void he was in was gradually disappearing.
Starting from the Old Monarch Temple, the two disciples in front of the gate, to the woodcutter carrying firewood down the mountain, all were slowly vanishing.
Until finally, even the old Daoist began to disappear without a trace.
A thought that existed for billions of years.
Just like a corpse sealed in a crystal coffin, suddenly opened one day to contact with air, instantly oxidized into nothingness.
When Xu Zii shifted his gaze again, he found himself still standing in the Chaotic Cloud Stream.
Behind him was Black Water Lake, ahead there was no dojo, no woodcutter, nor the so-called cloud-ladder.
But a valley blooming with myriad flowers.
The scale of this valley was vast, oval-shaped from the outside.
Various kinds of flowers and plants filled the surroundings.
Precious plants like Spirit at Ganoderma, Zhu Rong Branch, Nirvana Void Grass, Dustless Flower…
So rare and even extinct herbs were all available.
Nine-Tailed Dragon Malva Flower, Ancient Shen Gan, Dragon Heart Nine-Leaf Grass, Demon Blood Spirit Fruit Pulp, Ascension Herb, Seven-Colored Moon Orchid…
It was truly countless.
From a great distance, he could sll the scent of flowers.
A vast flood of floral fragrance greeted him.
To call it a paradise would not be an exaggeration.
Xu Zii stared blankly at everything before him, if it weren’t for the paper in his hand filled with dense nas.
The recent happenings made him feel a bit surreal.
He quietly pocketed the paper.
…
The flowers of Flower Valley blood, very beautifully.
Competing vividly in beauty.
Xu Zii stepped into the valley, the area of the valley was very expansive.
It was only when he walked further into the valley that Xu Zii could see the full scene inside.
It was like a city of flowers.
Flowers were seen everywhere.
Houses sprang from the ground, all crafted from the vines of flowers.
The surroundings were enveloped by thorns and flowers.
Many people lived here, they resembled primitive people, wearing simple clothes, heads adorned with floral crowns.
As Xu Zii entered, a large crowd imdiately surrounded him, unexpectedly singing and dancing, their mouths singing incomprehensible songs.
Occasionally, they sprinkled petals towards Xu Zii.
Before long, the crowd parted, and only then an old grandmother approached from the outside.
She bowed to Xu Zii, her voice old as she spoke, “Honored guest, welco to Valley of a Hundred Flowers.”
“Where is the Myriad Flowers Fairy?” asked Xu Zii.
“The lady said, let take you around the city first, then go see her,” said the old grandmother.
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