Zhang Fusheng raised his eyes, seeing only a desolate and barren landscape that defies description.
This is...
Shen Baobao’s Divine Realm?
Her grand figure floats above the Divine Realm, towering heaven and earth, akin to an ancient titan,
at this mont gazing, overlooking, everything bleak and desolate.
Accustod to the prosperity of his own Divine Realm, the arrival in another’s Divine Realm makes him sowhat uncomfortable—to think about it carefully, too.
Shen Baobao’s Divine Realm, filled only with desert and wasteland, is the true nature of a Divine Realm.
Like his own, apparently already a small Three Realms’ Divine Realm?
Throughout the world, likely few share this.
"Above High Heaven, Eight Sceneries Palace, the seventh seat Shen Baobao, pays respect to the Tao Ancestor."
A slightly trembling voice rises,
Shen Baobao stands within her own Divine Realm, facing an imnsely towering being, herself as small as an ant—no, even less than an ant.
She calls him Tao Ancestor, not elder or revered one.
For the True Man had made it clear, the one who arrived is the original Human Race’s Tao Ancestor!
Wouldn’t that make him her Tao Ancestor?
As thoughts churn, Shen Baobao watches the towering presence lower his gaze, his eyes as radiant as the bright sun looking at her,
she feels as if all things about her are completely seen through.
A mont passes.
A sound majestic as a primal drum echoes, shaking the entire Divine Realm.
"Did you not anchor Different Dinsion scenes?"
The Tao Ancestor queries, surveying, his face showing confusion as he sees no presence that could be called anchored scenery.
Shen Baobao gazes at the supre, grand existence, softly responds:
"They are, Tao Ancestor, I once anchored five scenes of different dinsions..."
She points to a low hill:
"That is the Mountain of the Wood King."
Then points to a narrow creek:
"That is the River of Flowing Water."
"There is also the Forest of Red Maple, Celestial Spring Hill."
Zhang Fusheng listens silently, his eyelids twitching, what are these things??
He is sowhat speechless, pondering all, they are rely ordinary hills and rivers...
He shakes his head slightly, just as Zhang Fusheng is preparing to speak, he sees Shen Baobao point to beneath the ground:
"Yes, there’s also a scene underground, I call it the Fire Cloud Cave."
After a pause, Shen Baobao continues respectfully:
"Among the different scenes anchored by juniors, it’s the most mystical location, endlessly erupting like mysterious flas, yet juniors cannot touch it, ultimately just an illusory scene..."
Fire Cloud Cave?
Zhang Fusheng raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing the earth, he sees nothing, no erupting flas at all.
But Shen Baobao wouldn’t lie about such matters.
"Where is the Fire Cloud Cave?" the Tao Ancestor asks.
Shen Baobao dares not slack, stomps a foot, her thoughts stir, and the Divine Realm’s earth opens seamlessly,
a deep chasm stretches within the Divine Realm, like the mythological bottomless abyss.
Without dirt covering it,
Zhang Fusheng sees directly the scenes and matter beneath the earth.
Indeed, there is a hill suspended in a void underground, the hill not particularly towering, seemingly just a part of so unparalleled Divine Mountain,
and within the hill’s central cave, there is truly sothing like flas erupting, swirling continuously,
boundless wonders breed and spread within, making Zhang Fusheng’s heart race.
His eyes can see, yet sensing it feels empty... and when gazing, his heart feels a sense of ’a place of belonging’!
My place of belonging?
Zhang Fusheng raises an eyebrow, the gigantic, sky-reaching body compresses to normal size, descends upon the Fire Cloud Cave,
He uses Touching the Void, reaches out, lightly touches the radiant fla-like object,
barely making contact, he involuntarily lets out a muffled sound.
This isn’t flas.
Nor is it any divine essence, energy-like matter.
It is [Force] and [Luck].
Pure, thick, vast, mighty [Human Path’s grand force] and [Human Path’s original luck].
Force and luck, combined, yet cannot be simply called fortune.
Zhang Fusheng quietly perceives the weighty grand force and luck beyond his imagination, with kinship, intimacy, joy, and cheer...
This is the force and luck responding to him.
He struggles to move these forces, luck—or rather, the foundation of Human Path, from the endless fla-like objects, revealing,
glimpsing faint scenery—a palace.
An ancient, primal palace.
"Tao Ancestor?" Shen Baobao cautiously asks.
The Tao Ancestor awakens, sighs gently, and says:
"This is not Fire Cloud Cave, but it should be called... Fire Cloud Cave."
"Within Fire Cloud Cave, Fire Cloud Palace, all are the ancestral land of the Human Path, here stands the ancestral vein of the Human Path."
Shen Baobao’s eyes widen.
Ancestral land, ancestral vein???
Although she doesn’t understand ancient tis, hearing these nas, she can roughly guess their anings!
Amidst the bewildering thoughts.
Shen Baobao sees the Tao Ancestor suddenly turn, with an unseen solemn posture asking:
"Little one, when did you anchor this different scene?"
Shen Baobao pauses, recollects for a mont, hesitates and says:
"Over a month ago, at that ti I happened to co into contact with a special Supre Treasure, right at the research headquarters at its origin."
"That Supre Treasure is called... the Sword of Imperial Might, oh yes, that’s the na, also known as [Human Emperor’s Sword]."
The Sword of Imperial Might?
Zhang Fusheng’s eyes deepen imnsely, he looks back at Fire Cloud Cave, Fire Cloud Palace, within no trace of living beings reside,
indicating the true Fire Cloud Cave is indeed empty.
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