Chapter 1679: Chapter 136 Beginning Fusion_2
However, the fact remains: it has been trapped in the North Sea for tens of thousands of years, without escape, even when the heavens and earth shattered, it still could not evade.
“Whether one can achieve Dao depends on individual fate, it cannot be forced…”
Xuan Yuanzi’s tone was unusually complex, with a tinge of envy.
He then felt he had lost propriety and added:
“But whether one achieves Dao is not that significant, it does not affect cultivation.”
No matter how one listens, it has a hint of sourness.
Wang Ba felt sowhat peculiar upon hearing this.
It was unexpected that this esteed individual trapped in the North Sea could also have monts akin to ordinary mortals.
At this mont, Xuan Yuanzi lost interest in conversing with Wang Ba and casually pointed into the distance:
“Your Ice Dao Incarnation is there, go ahead yourself, I have things to handle.”
With that said, his figure vanished directly.
Seeing this, Wang Ba did not linger and swiftly flew to where the Ice Daoist was.
“Taoist Friend, you’ve arrived?”
The Ice Daoist rose with a smile to greet.
Seeing the Ice Daoist’s smile, Wang Ba solemnly raised his hand and bowed to him.
“I’m here to see you off, Taoist Friend.”
The Ice Daoist gently shook his head:
“You and I are originally one, now it is rely a return to the origin, a good thing indeed.”
Wang Ba nodded, silently recalling the Dharma granted by the Class V Sea Pearl previously.
His heart instantly beca cold and indifferent, almost absolutely rational and emotionless.
The Ice Daoist’s body approached Wang Ba, consciously opening his Dao Domain, presenting all the mysteries of the Ice Dao before Wang Ba’s gaze.
Under Xuan Yuanzi’s dedicated care, with the aid of the Complete Heaven Star Map in his cultivation, over hundreds of years, he was pushed from his middle-stage Immortal Ascension to the peak stage.
Stimulated by the Cold Ice Dao Domain, Wang Ba’s Yellow Dao Domain also unfolded.
The collision between the two Perfect Dao Domains imdiately had a confrontational feel, but compared to the vastness of the Yellow Dao Domain, the Ice Daoist’s domain was ultimately lacking, soon being fully suppressed.
And under such suppression, at the collision point of these two Dao Domains, a gradual fusion began…
…
Zhongsheng Continent.
In the newly built city.
A handso young man was standing behind an elderly man with white hair and beard, watching the old man chat amiably with a crippled, untidy middle-aged man before him.
Listening to their conversation, he looked with slight sympathy at the shabby middle-aged man, while his eyes carried a complex gaze as he looked at the old man with his back to him.
He never expected that this True Martial Great Demon, known among sect cultivators for murder and evil deeds… could have such tender and gentle monts.
From a certain perspective, perhaps this was the true personality of the other party.
“…well then, be busy, rember to send so when the harvest is good, as I want to brew wine!”
“Certainly!”
The crippled middle-aged man nodded vigorously, then limped away gradually.
Watching the back of the departing crippled man, the old man slowly murmured to himself:
“Years ago, when the True Martial Cultivator pressed towards Yuanci Palace, Yuanci Palace had to mobilize personnel from the various families below, leveraging various resources. The manpower from these families beca instantly strained, thus casually plundering mortals, dispatching them to spirit mines for excavation. His leg was broken at that ti from exhaustion when he took a short rest, casually broken by a supervising cultivator… That cultivator probably did not use much force, otherwise, he would have died long ago.”
Hearing the old man’s words, the youth behind him felt slightly embarrassed and couldn’t help saying:
“Aunt Qin was focused on cultivation, neglecting managent, if not for your pressure, how would it happen like this?”
The old man chuckled, noncommittally:
“Is that so?”
The handso young man imdiately said:
“How is it not? You just haven’t stayed around our Wanxiang Sect, otherwise you would certainly see that over there in Jin, there isn’t anything like cultivators oppressing mortals happening.”
The old man, hearing this, slightly shook his head, responded with a question:
“Are only mortals in Jin considered human, and people elsewhere not fit to live?”
The handso young man couldn’t help but frown:
“I don’t an it that way, I just want to tell you that cultivators can be good or bad. If you bla those cultivators who are kind to mortals because of those with malicious intentions, wouldn’t that be ignoring the facts?”
“Then how is Senior Brother different from those cultivators who oppress mortals?”
“It’s just that cultivators have beco mortals. If one day cultivators are oppressed like mortals, and another cultivator like Senior Brother stands out to eliminate all True Martial cultivators, would that fulfill Senior Brother’s wish?”
“Or is it that in this world, it’s ultimately about who has the greater strength?”
The elder, hearing this, didn’t react negatively. Instead, he revealed a trace of comfort, nodding and saying: “You are able to understand these things, it seems these days you have indeed been thinking seriously about these issues.”
The handso young man couldn’t help but ask:
“Has Senior Brother co to any conclusion?”
To his surprise, the elder calmly shook his head, stood straight with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
There, new cities belonging solely to mortals and True Martial cultivators were rising from the ground.
His voice carried a sense of age and he murmured softly:
“I originally wanted to wipe out all cultivators out of hatred, but sohow, now these hatreds gradually aren’t weighted on my heart anymore… In fact, I’ve already forgotten my wife’s appearance, I just rember her na, and that she once bore our child…”
The handso young man was puzzled in his heart, but still listened silently.
The elder spoke slowly:
“Initially, I felt that there should not be cultivators in this world, so I gathered mortals, brought together all the oppressed mortals, taught them the True Martial Sutra, imparted all my efforts, hoping they could lead mortals to successfully resist the cultivators’ rule, allowing all mortals to escape from the oppression…”
“I once thought I was close to succeeding.”
“Isn’t it so?”
The handso young man couldn’t help but ask.
The elder suddenly laughed, with a tone of complexity and self-mockery.
“No, I failed… When True Martial cultivators gained greater power, they began to crave power, longevity, and superiority. These flaws that should have appeared in cultivators also appeared in them.”
“They… are no different from cultivators.”
“And because they are closer to mortals, they know even more what mortals fear, and are more willing to lord over the mortals and enjoy wealth… Thus, they can manifest the difference between them and these mortals whose lifespans are almost the sa.”
“I am still alive, so everything hasn’t erupted yet, but once…”
The elder didn’t continue, but the handso young man understood what he ant.
He frowned and said:
“True Martial cultivators all co from mortals, and they would oppress their kind?”
The elder’s expression was calm:
“Don’t cultivators oppress each other as well? I’ve gradually realized that once the strong possess the ability to suppress the weak, the strong are easily led to greater suppression, even twisting the conscience they should have. This twist and change is not born of egg, damp, or womb, but of transformation.”
“Any person has the potential for such change.”
“This is the alienation brought by power.”
Hearing the elder’s words, the handso young man felt a shock in his heart, obscurely grasping sothing.
“Besides wanting mortals or the weak not to suffer, for people, there is self-interest, like , why do I see you differently? Because you are the teacher’s offspring, even I cannot avoid bias, how can I expect everyone else?”
“Unless one has no desires, but without desires, how could one care for all beings?”
“Just like the Will of the heaven and earth, heaven and earth are indifferent to all things, would they be joyful or sorrowful over mortal life or death?”
The elder sighed once.
So he did not obtain an answer, or he knew, perhaps there might never be one.
The handso young man also could not help but fall into silence.
He asked: “Senior Brother, why tell so much? And why take to see all this these days?”
The elder revealed a smile of appreciation:
“I only hope that if you ever have the chance, you could fulfill this wish for .”
The handso young man frowned: “Why doesn’t Senior Brother fulfill it himself?”
The elder sighed softly, saying quietly:
“I… am too tired, perhaps…”
But just then, as if he thought of sothing, he looked at the mortals enthusiastically building the cities within, and suddenly changed his words:
“No, I will do my best to fulfill it.”
The handso young man was taken aback, looking at the elder, wondering why he felt that at this mont, the other seed to have made a decision that would soon have a profound impact on this world.
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