Chapter 948: Chapter 880: The Peculiarity of Kaihuang
Endless Realm. Imperial Path. Pillar of Heaven.
In the resplendent palace, Emperor Kaihuang was sitting cross-legged, ditating, and beginning to cultivate according to the thods taught to him by the Red Dust Immortals, Ancestral Dragon and Han Wu.
Originally, Kaihuang thought it natural that Ancestral Dragon, being the first Emperor of this world and the first Red Dust Immortal of the Imperial Path, resided at a high position on the Pillar of Heaven.
Although Han Wu’s position was also high, after all, his achievents were evident.
Han Wu deserved to be above.
But as for himself…
Kaihuang pondered, deciding to choose a position a bit more towards the middle of the Pillar of Heaven.
Not as high as so, but higher than others.
This was Kaihuang’s self-assessnt.
However, Ancestral Dragon and Han Wu disagreed.
Both felt that Kaihuang had chosen a spot too far from them.
In the end, under the “persuasion” of the two Red Dust Immortals, Kaihuang was compelled to reside on a level just below Ancestral Dragon and above Han Wu, right in the middle of the two.
According to Ancestral Dragon and Han Wu, in this way, Kaihuang would be closer to them, allowing them to visit often.
In reality, though unsaid, the situation was such that Ancestral Dragon and Han Wu had practically moved in.
After all, while the two Red Dust Immortals wished to converse more frequently, continually visiting Ancestral Dragon’s palace might make Han Wu seem less esteed.
And consistently visiting Han Wu’s palace could undermine Ancestral Dragon’s status.
Since Kaihuang was new, everyone visiting his palace seed to cause no problem.
At this mont, as Kaihuang Yang Jian was ditating, Ancestral Dragon, sensing sothing amiss, gestured to Han Wu, calling him aside.
“Han Wu, do you feel there’s sothing off about Kaihuang Yang Jian?”
Hearing Ancestral Dragon, Han Wu glanced at the ditating Kaihuang and whispered, “I sense it too. Wasn’t it said that Kaihuang struggled with cultivation? Yet now I realize his Soul strength seems quite formidable. Even…”
At this point, the two Red Dust Immortals exchanged glances and nodded in agreent.
They both noticed that the strength of Kaihuang’s Soul was not much different from theirs.
“I think if Kaihuang’s Soul continuously feeds off the Pillar of Heaven’s power from the Imperial Path, it might last a millennium.”
“One thousand three hundred years! At least one thousand three hundred years!”
At this mont, the two Red Dust Immortals realized that if Kaihuang persisted earnestly in his cultivation, even without the 24-year protection period Zhang San acquired for him, he could soday reach the level of undying and imperishable like them.
“This doesn’t make sense! How is this different from what Zhang San explained?”
“Wait, let see!”
As the first Red Dust Immortal of the Imperial Path, Ancestral Dragon had a unique understanding and research of it.
As a dark color appeared in Ancestral Dragon’s pupils, he soon discerned sothing unusual about Kaihuang.
“Han Wu, you received several benefits from the Imperial Path due to your notable achievents, enhancing your Soul’s strength, right?”
Han Wu nodded.
Ancestral Dragon continued, “Did you ever receive any gifts from other Paths?”
After a mont of thought, Han Wu replied, “I don’t think I received any such gifts. Why? Did Kaihuang Yang Jian receive gifts from another Path? That seems incomprehensible!”
After all, despite Han Wu’s significant achievents back then, he didn’t receive any gifts from other Paths, only so recompense from the Imperial Path.
In a soft voice, Ancestral Dragon said, “I saw so recompense of the Imperial Path on Kaihuang Yang Jian, not much, but I think it’s due to his assistance in restoring it. After all, you saw the many Red Dust Immortals who ca before, how rapidly they changed, at tis even leaving the Red Dust Immortal Position vacant! Yang Jian ended a substantial period of chaos, benefiting the restoration of the Imperial Path, hence it offers him so recompense. However…”
“What truly allows Yang Jian’s Soul to grow to such an extent is the gift from the Path of Ghosts and Gods.”
Upon hearing this, Han Wu widened his eyes at Ancestral Dragon in confusion.
“A gift from the Path of Ghosts and Gods? What did he do to earn a gift from them? Did he deify himself?”
Ancestral Dragon frowned slightly; he also didn’t know the answer.
“The Red Dust Immortal of the Path of Ghosts and Gods is enigmatic; rumors say there haven’t been changes for thousands of years. So I don’t know what Kaihuang exactly did. But I know that mysterious Red Dust Immortal of the Path of Ghosts and Gods is actually the second Red Dust Immortal of the Path. When I perfected the Imperial Path and beca its first Red Dust Immortal, I t him once. That guy is very unusual.”
…
anwhile, on the northern grasslands, on the yellowed grass, an old man hunched over, holding a stick he found God knows where to support himself, with a small bundle on his back, slowly headed north.
As he walked, the hunched old man heard crying ahead and quickened his pace.
Soon, the old man saw a child of about seven or eight, holding a woman and crying loudly.
Coming closer, he finally saw.
They were likely herders fleeing famine due to recent wars.
But their cattle and sheep had been taken by soldiers, combined with the severe plagues and famine on the grasslands before, taking many lives, forcing others to leave ho to escape.
Many Tujue herders had no choice but to flee to the Great Sui in the Land of the Midday Sun, just to survive.
Yet, like many on the road, without food, eventually starving to death along the way.
Now, this child’s mother seed emaciated, likely starving to death while fleeing famine with him.
The old man approached the child, pulling out half a bread from his bundle, and offered it to the child.
“Child, don’t cry. Save your strength, bury your mother, eat sothing, and flee south. You might find a kind family that will take you in.”
The child looked at the old man, gently laid his mother down, and knelt, kowtowing three tis to the old man.
“My mother taught , even a drop of grace shall be repaid with a fountain. My na is Bu Xiangshi, what should I call my benefactor?”
The old man glanced at the child, thinking despite the situation, he still thinks of repaying kindness.
He stuffed the half bread into the child’s hands, smiling, “My na, I haven’t told anyone in years. You can call … Yuan.”
The child imdiately kowtowed again to the old man.
“Benefactor’s surna is Yuan, I will rember. If I have a chance in the future, I will certainly repay your kindness. If I can’t find you, I will help others with the surna Yuan.”
Hearing this, the old man smiled in satisfaction.
Just then, the old man seed to sense sothing suddenly.
“Child, go to the Great Sui. I have an old friend who just passed away. Hmm… I just learned he passed, now he’s in another place. His whole life was spent trying to feed everyone well. Going to Great Sui, you will survive.”
The child continued to thank Yuan.
Yuan rely leaned on his stick and continued north.
He knew an old friend had left the Great Sui forever, hoping his successor would carry his will, so all living beings in this world could be well-fed.
Then, perhaps, he could finally lay down the burden he had borne on his shoulders for thousands of years.
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