Chapter 1150: Using the Thorn to Prove the Dao, Establishing Destiny for Heaven and Earth

The author is Hundred-Kilo Smile.Category:Last Updated: 20200718Chapter Word Count: 8802 words

The era was advancing.Civilization was changing.

Yi Mang’s breakthrough seemed to usher in a new world. In this primeval, dark, chaotic cosmos, the heavens were clear, yet everywhere hung turbid Xuanhuang qi. Beings floated within it, immortal, unaware of how many cosmic eons they could endure.

Without change, this world would remain forever murky and repetitive.

As an eternal being, Yi Mang, in the eighth stage of growth for a primordial god-demon—the God stage—was a legendary four-dimensional creature, capable of controlling his past and future. If he desired, a four-dimensional being could swiftly reach distant points in their own future, arriving a thousand years later, or even a hundred million years later, to encounter an unimaginably powerful version of themselves.

“So-called time and growth are meaningless before a four-dimensional being,” Yi Mang mused, seated cross-legged in a magnificent and exquisite sculpted palace.

The first seven realms focused on cultivating the self; subsequent realms involved cultivating the heavens and earth, contemplating rules. From a later perspective, entering the God stage meant igniting the divine spark. He had now formally become a true seeker of the Dao.

Soon, he reached his seventy-thousandth year, becoming a peak God. He again felt himself stagnating. This time, he was not anxious; having learned from his first experience, if there was no path forward, he would simply forge another.

“Beyond four-dimensional beings, are there five-dimensional beings? Or something else?” Yi Mang pondered. “If it truly is five dimensions, what scale would the fifth dimension add to life?”

He then stepped into higher-dimensional spacetime. He walked across the cosmic expanse, observing the universe’s rules and its various chaotic, decaying landscapes. He became an ascetic. This journey, beginning at seventy thousand years old, lasted a full hundred thousand years.

At one hundred seventy thousand years old, Yi Mang still felt he had made no progress, yet his understanding of the universe had become much clearer. He felt as if, in a hazy way, he had grasped something. He continued his journey.

At two hundred thirty thousand years old, he suddenly and completely perceived something in the unseen. The fifth dimension of a living being was…Rules.

He stood in the void, his expression profoundly ancient, no longer like the naive youth he once was. He reached out to the void, grasping nothing, yet he knew he had seized something.

“I have grasped the rules…”

He turned and departed. “Our path, from the very beginning, went astray…”

On this day, he returned to the tribe in the midst of chaos. The young people there were still vibrant, passionate about sculpture, cultivation, and procreation—all things he had once been. All things he had outgrown.

“Even I, back then, had to lead them,” Yi Mang’s expression flickered with a ripple of emotion and nostalgia. “Sculpture, I once led my people in pioneering it. Cultivation was also a path I once opened. And as for wives and concubines, there were once over a hundred seventy thousand; I grew weary of everything…”

He recounted the upheavals of his earlier life, which had led to many jests, before he finally embarked on this path and quieted his heart. He sat again in the tribal square, assuming the sacred demeanor of a sage.

“The leader is back again?”“It’s only been one day!”“Ah, the leader is a four-dimensional being; time doesn’t exist for him. Perhaps a hundred million years have passed for the leader already?”“This is what a god is.”

The bustling crowd gradually quieted. Yi Mang looked around, smiled, and began, “I preach to all beings.”

“Dao… What is this?” All beings were perplexed.

“Dao is a rule,” Yi Mang’s voice resonated throughout the galaxy. “Dao… is the essence of change, neither born nor destroyed, formless and imageless, without beginning or end, all-encompassing, immense without exterior, minute without interior, changing through time, yet eternally unchanging.”

“Dao exists in all things.” Yi Mang pointed at a clay sculpture, at the sky, at the ground—this first primeval god-demon of the cosmic chaos declared, “It exists in this clay, in this space, in this dimension, in time…”

Everyone was bewildered. Was Dao everything? Did sand and stone have Dao, did iron have Dao, did light have Dao, did darkness have Dao? Someone couldn’t help but ask, “Then Dao exists everywhere, even within our bodies?”

“Yes.” Yi Mang smiled broadly. “Dao also exists within living beings, in our bloodlines, our essence, just like in sand and stone… We must unearth the Dao within ourselves, our bloodlines, to cross into the next stage of growth! Our world is a world where the Great Dao of bloodlines is cultivated; rules reside within our bloodlines!”

Yi Mang continued, preaching to his people for three full days. He unveiled the future of the next, ninth realm—Dao Accomplishment—for everyone. Before, they had cultivated the paths of the soul and martial arts, which was the limit for Gods. To go further, they would need to unearth the power of the Great Dao within their own bloodlines, re-cultivate through their earlier growth stages, and thereby reach the Dao Bloodline, the realm of Dao Accomplishment.

“And at the same time, we can seize the Dao and bloodline of others, integrate them into ourselves, and cultivate…” Yi Mang once again inaugurated a new era.

After just seven more days, Yi Mang returned again. Before any of the beings had even cultivated to Godhood, he preached the tenth realm to the world: Dao’s End.

“This realm, theoretically, is our ultimate end,” Yi Mang stated. “At the end of the Great Dao, I can embody the Dao, mending the heavens with my very being!” With these words, he leaped up, merging into the universe. “Future generations, see clearly: I transform into Dao for all beings, establish rules for the universe, and build the Dao for all beings!”

The heavens and earth violently vibrated. The universe dramatically changed, as if the world became clear.

“I make a grand vow for heaven and earth.” His clear voice resonated throughout the entire universe.

“Particles in order, gravity centered.”

His simple words, like the simplest truth of the Great Dao, seemed to transform the entire universe, which had been a tangled mess of darkness and silence. A ray of light appeared. All disordered flows of spatial particles, light, and matter began to move in a regulated manner. Particles of various sizes began to orbit each other like satellites in a specific pattern.

In the microscopic world, atoms composed of electrons, neutrons, and protons appeared for the first time, like tiny solar systems rotating. And these tiny solar systems then formed larger atomic nebulae, accumulating to compose macroscopic matter. And these macroscopic “grains” of sand and earth, in the vast void, accumulated in a specific way, rotating to form bumpy, solar-system-like structures, with smaller earth-like bodies orbiting larger ones.

From the macroscopic to the microscopic, everything existed in an “orbiting rotation” form, with interlocking rings. At this moment, particle structures were completely sorted and ordered, as if heaven and earth had been suddenly split open from chaos, and everything began to clear up. The first outlines of the future universe appeared.

“Mang!”“Mang!”

Amidst the astonished roars and fervent gazes of all his tribesmen, Yi Mang merged with the universe at that moment. Standing in the sky, Yi Mang saw the Great Dao rule spectrum of the universe, threads of lines incredibly simple. And for the first time, he felt: “I will die of old age… I have become a part of the world’s rules, which also means I will eventually be assimilated. The moment my consciousness is completely assimilated by the entire universe, I will die of old age…”

He clearly felt his own death approaching. As a four-dimensional being, he felt the end of his timeline for the first time. But he didn’t care; he even felt a strange joy. “It is precisely the feeling that I will die that makes me cherish time, cherish every single day to come.”

He threw his head back and laughed wildly at the sky, thoroughly enjoying himself, with an unimaginable sense of freedom. “As I said back then, I only wanted a spectacular death!” Future generations cherish time because it is limited, hoping to live longer, more exciting, and more brilliant lives with that limited time. And now, he too felt this vague sense of anticipation.

Days passed. The leader’s enlightenment changed their environment. This news not only shocked them but also had profound implications for the entire future universe.

“The leader changed the world; the world will become beautiful!” Some tribesmen in the chaos were excited, feeling that their dull, chaotic life would no longer be a tedious daily repetition. “Could it be that when we grow up, we can also change the world?” Some young people in the chaos were full of anticipation, hoping that, like their god, one day they could change some rules for the land they lived on, making it more livable and their children happier.

One being, who was sculpting a statue, suddenly looked up, full of longing. “This world, in our eyes, is also a form of sculpture art. Can we sculpt it into the shape we want?” They began to get excited. They loved sculpting, and nothing was more exciting than sculpting the universe. For the first time, they truly felt that life in this chaos had meaning. They also wanted to make this uninteresting, chaotic universe interesting and better for living.

At this moment, Yi Mang merged with the Dao, becoming the first being in this world to have a finite lifespan. But his legendary life had just begun. He began to extensively accept disciples, teaching others to achieve Dao, guiding other tribesmen into the God stage.

He clearly knew that once they became Gods, they could consecutively become ninth-stage Dao Accomplished and tenth-stage Ultimate within a mere seven days. Soon, he took nine disciples, who successively became Gods. Then he found primordial matter, caused some matter to give birth to life, and then seized the bloodlines of those materials. He had his disciples cultivate those bloodlines, planned cultivation laws for them, and prepared them for their future Dao Accomplishment. Soon, they all began to accomplish Dao.

“You are to accomplish Dao with these!” Yi Mang sat on the high divine throne, overlooking the nine individuals below, his gaze like the vast ancient sky, still and profound, majestically stating: “First disciple Wen, cultivate space rules… Second disciple Du, cultivate dimension rules… Third disciple Liang, cultivate gravity rules…”

“Yes!”“Yes!”

The nine disciples knelt below the palace, looking at Yi Mang with immense fervor and longing. This ancient chaotic god sitting on the divine throne possessed an undeniable charismatic appeal, as if they saw their sole faith, willing to pay any price for him.

This was their leader! He had led them from the most distant primordial chaos, and with his unparalleled wisdom and talent, he was leading the entire civilization forward! Now, they were to expand territories and establish rules for the universe.

“Our world will be even more glorious!” The heavens and earth vibrated continuously.

One being merged his body with the Dao rules, completing heaven and earth, bringing order to space, so there would be no more spatial turbulence in the world. Another being defined dimensions, so the world would henceforth only be three-dimensional space, with no more up-dimensioning or down-dimensioning from one or two dimensions. Another being set parameters for gravity, making the bumpy earth-like planets spherical due to constant gravitational parameters. Another being defined the speed of light, making what was seen in the world real.

In just fourteen days, the universe entered the Big Bang era. One after another, enlightened cosmic saints shone throughout the universe, emerging from the chaos, immensely sacred, as if the chaos had been thoroughly split open. This was a historical scene almost beyond imagination, depicted on the era’s murals: a never-before-seen, nor ever-again-appearing, most splendid spectacle in the entire universe. In the primordial chaotic era, Yi Mang led the saints to achieve Dao, splitting open heaven and earth!

“The rules of the universe were not gradually perfected; they were perfected in an extremely short time, almost instantaneously…”“It was another Big Bang!”“I didn’t expect that the first cosmic saint to achieve Dao, the rule he proved, would be material structure! But it’s also logical; this is the first axe to open heaven and earth! To separate all chaos and bring forth order…” Xu Zhi’s voice was calm.

“You know, physics is the principle of matter, and material structure is the basis of physics. This Dao achievement is like a Pangu axe of physics, completely opening up heaven and earth!” Xu Zhi sat high up, eating an apple, watching ancient chaotic god-demon beings achieve Dao, opening heaven and earth. The scene was unimaginably magnificent.

*Crunch… crunch!* Xu Zhi held a camera, continuously taking photos, preserving the images. Then he slipped them into the book of Genesis, feeling it was very memorable.