"Regret?"
The white-haired elder hesitated for a few seconds.
He was originally Earth's first Nascent Soul during this era of fog, a civilization of seekers of truth, relying on the millennial divine and demonic inheritance in his mind, he personally reopened Earth's prehistoric Immortal Dao and Golden Core Nascent Soul system, ascending to be the world's strongest. Perhaps he should regret it?
Any ruler would choose to enjoy the glory of being worshiped by all, the pleasure of ruling the gods of the world, the power of life and death over all beings... Yet, he was imrsed in the tedious Immortal Dao.
"Master, there's nothing to regret."
Bailong shook his head, his heart was pure, never wavering.
He rely pointed to a mural beside him.
It was a record of the prehistoric Mayan Civilization's Sun Golden Tower Dynasty, the very beginning of all civilizations, an ancient supre deity awakened from a coffin, gazing down at all beings.
"Because, I aspire to be him." Bailong's expression was more serious than ever, "The God's principles."
Fu Qingjun was silent for a mont.
Bailong, long-since setting aside his deductions, seed to be confiding in an elder, "The Third Realm Golden Core, proving in my heart who I am... What kind of person I wish to beco, and I just want to beco that kind of person."
"Indeed."
This was not beyond Fu Qingjun's expectations, he had long foreseen this.
Because when he chose Bailong, it was precisely because of this pure and simple youth, a unique being among the Demon God's kin, yearning for the distant Jiaxia's radiant myth?
Did he yearn to beco a god like Jiaxia, to open up glorious tis for the beings as an ancient hero?
The reason for choosing him was precisely because he knew that this youth had a deanor akin to Jiaxia, not indulging in worldly glory, dedicating his life selflessly to civilization, pioneering a prosperous era...
"You are not a god, but a mortal."
Fu Qingjun said matter-of-factly, gazing at Earth's history through the mural...
This history indeed belongs to Earth but does not belong to tens of thousands of years ago, belongs to the desk in my room, even more so doesn't belong to... you.
Yet...
Situations changed to a degree even beyond his own imagination.
"Master, the prehistoric gods and demons desecrated Jiaxia, the gods brought down a flood to destroy all beings... Now, I, too, am atoning for my ancestors, reviving the Sunflower Dynasty." Bailong said no more.
Fu Qingjun also remained silent.
When a false history is spoken of enough, becos acknowledged enough, it becos real.
After a long silence, Fu Qingjun suddenly spoke, "I am not your master."
"Indeed, I am unworthy." Bailong replied earnestly.
"No, it is I who am unworthy." Fu Qingjun said.
The divine mindfulness attached to the plant kind slowly faded away.
"Unworthy? It turns out, Master is also a remaining thought from the prehistoric deluge of gods and demons, also repenting, otherwise he wouldn't be helping here." The elder still sat in the palace, drawing monotonous lines on the ground, constructing new profound techniques, his deanor monotonous and stubborn.
"A devout and solitary seeker of the Dao."
Fu Qingjun suddenly felt a bit sullied himself, deceiving this civilization with the foundation built over millions of years, pioneering techniques for Earth humans... yet didn't know what to say.
After all, this was a war of races, the cosmic dark forest principle...?
They originally ca with fog weapons, bringing destruction to you in mind.
...
...
Boom!
Civilization was advancing.
Unlike the petty civilization of seekers of truth that Fu Qingjun had, this side was extrely radiant and magnificent.
Thirty more years passed.
Celestial Emperor Bailong still governed the world.
The grand era of the Immortal Dao arrived, and the Prosperous Dynasty opened.
All hearts willingly respected him, universally honoring: Immortal Ancestor.
Bailong felt continuing like this was not a solution, called upon Human Ancestor Hongqi to discuss thods of transformation.
Human Ancestor Hongqi, gazing at this white-haired elderly man, was also impressed by his deanor, knowing: This was the offspring of gods and demons, although prehistoric upheavals against Jiaxia took place, there was still intent to repent!
Hongqi also joined the discussion,
Then, White Emperor transford a large portion of chanical beings, also using Soul Infant thods to construct, creating the Immortal Dao Dynasty's precious divine artifact for deducing the world's great trend:
This divine artifact was disc-shaped, containing countless delicate swirling patterns, boundless dao resonance, holding the profound thods of soul origin.
Nad after mythology as: Creation Jade Disc, the Eye of Creation.
With this divine artifact, began to govern the records of changes among the great city gods and land, manage clouds and rain, alter mountains and rivers, transform immortal gates, the trend of wars...
"With such a divine artifact, I can deduce much more easily." Already completely white-haired, he gazed with satisfaction at his deduced profound techniques.
"Alas, I am not far from my great limit!"
The Nascent Soul Immortal Dao system naturally has a lifespan vastly longer than ordinary systems, yet he had lived only a little over three hundred years, already aged to such an extent, showing how ntally exhausted he was.
Deducting techniques, even continuously experinting on his own body, causing countless inner injuries unknowingly.
Back then, Jiaxia also aged so quickly...
Over the three hundred years.
Bailong gradually accepted so disciples, imparting cultivation teachings. As his techniques improved, more and more Nascent Soul Realm began appearing on Earth.
With the construction of over a hundred divine powers, five mixed divine powers of Nascent Soul, countless possibilities already existed... The Immortal Dao system was preliminarily perfected.
"As my life force nears its end, witnessing the start to this gradual brilliance of Immortal Dao in my lifeti is sufficient, yet I still desire breakthroughs, to continue the next era's glory!"
Celestial Emperor Bailong laughed heartily,
beginning to halt the perfection of Nascent Soul Realm, focusing entirely on researching his breakthrough matter.
He was not a pedantic person, knowing as long as he lived, he could fully flourish the entire era, pushing the Immortal Dao civilization to the next pinnacle!
Though spending too much ti on researching Nascent Soul techniques, he also re-understood the realm, understanding deeply the soul's shaping in Nascent Soul.
"Nascent Soul to Divinity Transformation, the breakthrough thod is five divine powers mutually coordinating, perfectly integrating, forming a soul seed, to thus open Spirit Realm Space!"
How to integrate was a problem.
The subspace itself is a mystical thing.
Using soul to interfere with matter, using soul space to transform into material space.
This was very complex, moreover, when cultivating Nascent Soul Realm, one must rely on choosing five divine powers, whether the attributes suit, and whether the integration is harmonious.
"Alas, three hundred years from Nascent Soul to Divinity Transformation, the ti given to is too short, don't know if I can succeed." He began closing doors, attempting a breakthrough to new realms.
While outside, undercurrents surged, the storm began to rise.
The news of the Immortal Ancestor sitting high on the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace's mat, holding a creation divine artifact, nearing his life limit spread throughout the land, so mal-intentioned powerful beings wished that this being wouldn't continue to live.
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