Chapter 1019: Chapter 211: Ten Years of Guarding, Return to the Holy Land (13,000-word update requesting monthly votes!)_4
On the surface, the Holy Infant plays and frolics all day, but secretly he trains diligently, seemingly desiring revenge, wanting to break free from so kind of constraint.
Although the All Saints noticed, they didn’t stop him. They investigated Li Hao’s situation, and although few had seen Li Hao cultivating, that didn’t an Li Hao didn’t cultivate secretly.
Otherwise, having such formidable cultivation without doing anything, they wouldn’t believe it even if they were beaten to death; it’s absolutely impossible.
The Holy Infant secretly cultivated, without anyone knowing, yet his strength was rapidly increasing.
At thirteen, he had already reached the Celestial Master Realm, breaking Li Hao’s record.
But no one knew.
Until at fourteen, his father returned, and the Holy Infant chose to take revenge.
The final outco sparked a father-son battle; the Holy Infant displayed astonishing cultivation, and at the age of fourteen, he had already half a foot into the Three Immortal Realms.
This result also made the Holy Infant renowned throughout the world, and in the many Divine Dynasties at the center of the Mortal World, he gained a great reputation, known as the greatest genius in the Mortal World for ten thousand years.
Afterward, the subsequent experiences, under the interference and arrangent of the All Saints, followed the sa trajectory.
But now, the Holy Infant is already forty years old.
In the Mortal World, he has beco a War God-like existence, having long perfected the Tao Comprehension Realm, and has attempted many tis to enter the Land of All Saints, but was rejected by the All Saints.
A Saint descended and inford him that he must comprehend the Sixth Extre Realm before he can co to the Holy Land.
Now, the Holy Infant is still cultivating in the Mortal World.
However, his cultivation has already reached the limits of the Mortal World, and he is close to forming the Eternal Dao Domain; his cultivation can advance no further.
The current Holy Infant wanders the earth, searching for the path to the Sixth Extre Realm.
When he will attain enlightennt, even the All Saints do not know, but they understand that this is already the most promising hope.
When the Holy Infant’s cultivation reached the Four Stands Realm, many of their arrangents had already lost their aning, following which they could only let him grow freely.
“Although the Holy Infant seems to be indulging in eating, drinking, and playing, in reality, he is always training diligently, seeking revenge. I feel that this path is incorrect, perhaps it shouldn’t be entirely replicated.”
The All Saints awaited in the starry sky standing in front of this Mystical Gate, their thoughts focused on the mortal world.
“That’s right, I opposed this approach from the beginning; perhaps letting him be a pampered wastrel could be better.”
“That Haotian Venerate once said, the more one desires to achieve the Sixth Extre Realm, the more difficult it becos. If he had no hatred, he wouldn’t be eager to cultivate, perhaps adopting a mindset more aligned with that of Haotian Venerate.”
“But, his life path is the sa. Is his current mindset not that of Haotian Venerate?” soone countered.
So Saints remained silent.
Their own incarnations and reincarnations had all failed, with little hope remaining.
Furthermore, this wasn’t their first failure; it was just that, having put their wholehearted effort this ti, the setback and impact of failure was even more profound.
“Soone once said that every snowflake has its own unique pattern, just as every person has distinct fingerprints. Though paths may be similar, Haotian Venerate is Haotian Venerate, Holy Infant is Holy Infant. There is no second Source Ancestor, nor a second Haotian Venerate.”
A Saint murmured.
The other Saints, hearing his words, fell into silence.
Indeed, the world only has those who resemble but are not entirely identical.
In fact, who I was yesterday is not who I am today.
Who I am today is also not who I will be tomorrow.
“What you say is true, but this is the last hope,” a Saint whispered.
Hope is too compelling; as long as there’s a sliver of hope, no matter knowing that one’s actions might be flawed, they will still strive to try.
“This Holy Infant is just the first attempt. If this fails, next ti we can try to let him harbor no hatred, devoid of a drive to cultivate, enjoy endless wealth and power, and see if he can comprehend the Sixth Extre Realm without any pursuit.”
At this mont, the Source Ancestor spoke softly, interrupting the negative chatter among them.
Hearing his words, the All Saints paused, then nodded slightly.
Though each reincarnation of the Holy Infant costs them a lot, the quest to tread the path of the Immortal Divine is worth the sacrifice.
“This first Holy Infant is already a failure.”
The Divine King spoke coldly, saying: “Now he seems to enjoy life’s pleasures daily, but harbors hatred in his heart. The Holy Master of Law who once blocked his path to the Holy Land planted a seed of resentnt within him, reminiscent of his childhood, when he was first plotted against, he bore grudges. He rely concealed them, and now it’s the sa; he competes secretly, appearing to enjoy the mortal realm’s scenery, but in reality, more than anyone, he yearns to beco a Saint.”
The All Saints were slightly startled, and could not help but look at him.
After these ten years, they were here with the Divine King, sharing the sa objective, so there was no conflict for now.
And the Divine King’s words also made the Source Ancestor frown deeply.
The All Saints exchanged glances, suddenly realizing that perhaps the Divine King was not wrong.
Clearly, reaching the perfected Tao Comprehension Realm, eligible to enter the Holy Land, yet hindered, with the reason given, left him unconvinced, inevitably sowing resentnt.
Outside the crowd, the Sword Master nodded slightly upon hearing those words, having long noticed this, foreseeing the Holy Infant’s failure.
He who stays wasn’t his original, but an incarnation.
Here, apart from so Saints in their original form, many others had already returned to their territories, leaving only an avatar here waiting.
“Indeed, as far as I know, Haotian Venerate held no resentnt; even when pursued and ambushed by the Void Saint, enduring such imnse humiliation and anger, I never saw the flas of vengeance in him; he didn’t let others’ errors vex him, nor did hatred consu him.”
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