Chapter 1151: Death

Author: Smile of Three Hundred JinCategory:Last Updated: July 18, 2020Chapter Word Count: 7,584 characters

Undoubtedly, the era of the Grand Dao Sages had arrived.

This signified the complete emergence of the Cultivation Universe of the Primordial Chaos Era.

The Primordial Ancient Gods of this era filled in the universe's initial rules, and the universe gradually began to take on a semblance of its later form.

The entire universe was in constant vibration.

Everything became orderly and habitable.

"Those spatial currents are gone; there's no need to avoid them anymore!"

"The dimensional chaos disasters have also completely vanished. We no longer have to worry about ascending or descending dimensions; we can remain safe."

"Hahaha, our sculptures—the world has become stable! They can last forever, surviving with us far into the distant future!"

Everyone laughed heartily, understanding that a new era had arrived.

Previously, they had suffered because their statues would be washed away and destroyed, like sandcastles on a beach frequently battered by waves. But now, they could finally preserve their creations indefinitely.

The beings of this era were very naive.

They didn't yet understand the full implications, believing the greatest benefit was that their statues could now last forever.

After all, in the Primordial Era, everything was abundant. They harbored no ambitions, could sate themselves by absorbing the energy of heaven and earth, possessed eternal lifespans, and sought nothing, as everything was innate.

At this point, the Primordial Universe fully entered an era of rapid development.

Ninth-level Dao Attainers, as four-dimensional beings, could now use their timelines to envelop other members of their race, allowing them to cultivate in high-dimensional spacetime and rapidly ascend to godhood.

Large numbers of gods began to appear.

The length of real-world time began to lose all meaning before these four-dimensional beings!

In just fourteen days, the Dao Ancestor cultivated a vast number of disciples, guiding them to attain Dao and rectify the entire universe.

Another ten days passed.

Yi Mang directly delegated authority. His nine disciples each cultivated second-generation disciples, who in turn also attained Dao, completely supplementing some of the scattered rules of heaven and earth.

Another seventeen days passed.

These second-generation disciples achieved ultimate enlightenment and began cultivating third-generation disciples, who also attained Dao.

Hundreds of cosmic ultimates appeared across this land. The Dao Ancestor, Yi Mang, merged with the Grand Dao of Heaven, taking charge of the supreme principles of heaven and earth, becoming the greatest existence of the entire era!

Witnessing this scene, even Xu Zhi was horrified.

"It's only been one month! Just one month! In the Chaos Era, the entire universe, like a grand explosion, saw the emergence of over seven hundred cosmic ultimates."

"Is this the era of the Primordial God-Devils? Tenth-level ultimates are as common as dogs!"

"These four-dimensional beings are terrifying; their ability to manipulate their own timelines to reach their past and future means they are simply not on the same level as ordinary beings of the same realm!"

Xu Zhi took a deep breath, his eyes shining brightly.

At this moment, an even more astonishing development appeared before his eyes.

Inside the palace.

Yi Mang sat on the divine throne, gazing down at his ninth disciple. "Nü Yi, you are meticulous and the only one among my nine disciples whom I have not yet guided to attain Dao. Do you know why?"

Nü Yi shook her head, indicating she did not know.

All her fellow disciples had already attained Dao. Even the other eight disciples' second and third generations had achieved Dao with their help, signifying a vast lineage and descendants spread throughout the world.

Only she had yet to attain Dao.

But she knew that her ancestor had left her out for a profound reason.

Yi Mang asked, "Do you know how many races have existed since the inception of heaven and earth?"

Nü Yi respectfully replied, "There have been three races in total."

"Yes, only three races! In this boundless heaven and earth, since its creation, there have astonishingly only been three races!"

Yi Mang's eyes held an imposing aura, lightning seemed to flash within his pupils, and countless Grand Dao particles collided. "We are the first race. The remaining second and third races are identical to us, extremely similar in appearance, all being intelligent beings born from steel, stone, and sand."

Nü Yi remained silent.

Yi Mang's eyes shone with brilliance as he sat on the divine throne. He continued, "This heaven and earth is incomplete. The probability of life naturally emerging is far too low. Such fragmented rules require the Grand Dao to compensate. I want this universe to constantly produce new, diverse life forms, naturally and at every moment."

"Every being can only attain one Dao. Therefore, I accepted you as disciples and established Grand Daos for each of you to attain. For you, the Grand Dao I established is Life."

"Among all my disciples, only your sculptural artistry is superb, and your mind is meticulous, even surpassing mine. You have even pioneered what you call 'sculptural engineering.'"

Nü Yi's talent was truly exceptional.

Her stone carvings were unimaginably intricate, even incorporating various interlocking parts. The statues she created could perform rudimentary movements and walk, hinting at the rudimentary forms of future machinery.

Especially in recent years, with the stabilization of rules, Nü Yi's methods were simply miraculous. She used energy as a source to create machinery that could walk and run, possessing simple AI intelligence, like artifact spirits or Dao artifacts. This vaguely foreshadowed the dawn of a mechanical age.

After all, with the rules largely complete, civilization could begin to develop. These great gods themselves possessed heaven-piercing wisdom, making the deduction of mechanical structures no difficult task.

Yi Mang said, "Nü Yi, I want you to complete the rules of life, to set parameters for life so that future beings can be born with extreme ease. Can you do this?"

"I can do it," Nü Yi replied with great confidence.

As a four-dimensional being capable of transcending time, she entered high-dimensional spacetime, and in the next second, arrived at her self three thousand years in the future, a profound weariness flashing in her eyes.

With a wave of her hand, a copper and iron automaton appeared, its structure unimaginably precise, even possessing simple thought.

She said, "Just like this creation, I can alter the generative structure of life. Since the ancestor wants the entire world to naturally produce corresponding power cores, intelligent thought templates, and feeding cycle templates in accordance with rules, I will ensure these imagined creations naturally emerge within the universe."

With this, she attained Dao. The basic structures of life she had set, such as cells, DNA, and skeletal frameworks, now vaguely began to appear.

Immediately, the entire universe was greatly shaken.

The true curtain of the world was drawn back. After the nearly impossible-to-emerge race of Primordial Chaos God-Devils, post-natal beings began to gradually be born.

Soon, they witnessed a scene they could scarcely imagine.

One after another, post-natal beings were born on those planets, beginning to wail, possessing flesh and blood forms, and even gradually evolving to walk upright.

This humanoid form fully appeared before the eyes of the Primordial God-Devils, astonishing them greatly.

Wasn't this the very form they had sculpted?

How could it be that, in the midst of the unknown, it perfectly conformed to the laws of the present universe, giving rise to such similarly shaped humanoid beings?

Yi Mang, sitting on his throne, looked at this flourishing world and was so startled that he stood up, his pupils deep. He coldly snorted, "What is this?! What in the world is this?"

He had believed that all the structures of the universe were already perfectly clear to him.

This simple chaotic world held no more secrets for him.

He had even been in the process of making this simplicity more complex, yet he never expected this incredible scene to reappear. The sight he had witnessed before was not a dream.

Yi Mang sat in silence on his throne.

His last silence dated back to that extremely arduous period of Dao comprehension.

After an unknown period, he revealed a sigh of emotion and weariness, looking at all the prosperity within the universe. "I never thought this moment would arrive. That barren environment of the past has become unimaginably magnificent."

As the great Cosmic Sage, the first Primordial Divine in heaven and earth, an ancient God-Devil,

His palace was now located outside the entire universe, within the chaos.

He was already using this method to evade assimilation by the universe.

However, he clearly felt that the closer he was to the universe's main trunk and fundamental laws, the more central his position in the universe, the faster he would be assimilated.

He could already feel his consciousness gradually blurring, his days numbered.

One must know that he had only just broken through a few thousand years ago, yet he already began to feel old.

He was even far inferior to an ordinary member of his own race, whose lives were eternal.

"How truly interesting; I never thought it would become so fascinating," Yi Mang mused, sitting on the divine throne above the universe, observing the world gradually moving towards prosperity—a world flourishing, vast, boundless, and magnificent.

The entire developmental history of this universe seemed like an ancient wall, from its beginning to the present day, recording his glorious life, as if it were his personal biography.

Even he could not deny that his life had been sufficiently spectacular. As a mortal, he had enjoyed every pleasure; as a seeker of Dao, he had encountered all the world's greatest rules and truths.

"In the era of mortal tribes, I was an emperor; in the era when the Grand Dao manifested gods, I was the supreme God of the universe. All Grand Dao Sages were my disciples, constantly leading everything. I should be content!"

"I desired a magnificent death."

He suddenly recalled his initial declaration, his gaze deep and distant.

But then he fell silent again.

When he was immortal, facing such a dull, chaotic world, he felt that death didn't matter. After breaking through and attaining Dao, he had thought he could calmly face death. But at this very moment, he suddenly...

...didn't want to die.

Living beings are such strange creatures.

When immortal, they feel that death doesn't matter. Indeed, all his people at that time, including himself, had grown tired of living, and death seemed simple.

However, when life became finite, he no longer wished to die.

Aging appeared in the first living being of this universe, but with it also came the helplessness that any being faces when confronted with old age.

It was a strong, uncontrollable sense of powerlessness.

His strength was vanishing bit by bit, as if something were hollowing him out, leaving him feeling empty, old, weary, and experiencing a vast, uncontrollable sense of powerlessness.

He sat on the divine throne, looking down once more at the magnificent universe, which was now moving onto the right track from chaos. "If it were merely the dull world it once was, then so be it. But in such an interesting and wondrous world, who would want to die?"

He chuckled self-deprecatingly.

"This world has finally taken on the form I desired. It has become so interesting that no being wishes to abandon it and leave. There are no longer any of those people from the chaotic era who wished to commit suicide."

"If I could, I would borrow another five hundred million years from the heavens, to pass through this nascent period and see how magnificent the universe would become then."

Ultimately, he remained silent, sitting weakly and helplessly in his chair, exactly like a centenarian in the twilight of their years.

In his final moments before death, he suddenly recalled the initial mysterious shadow that had held him in one hand, with the primordial birth of the Big Bang behind it.

With a whoosh.

He suddenly walked towards a nascent, primitive planet teeming with life.

He watched the furry, humanoid barbarians running, jumping, and shouting "hoo-hah-ha" across the land, then stopped before them.

He stared at the barbarians, silent, standing on the vast grassland.

Hoo-hah-ha!

A great wind swept across, making the green grass sway. These barbarians had no idea that before them stood a supreme existence, revered by countless Cosmic Sages. Instead, they were curious about what kind of being he was, circling him and wailing.

After a moment of silence, Yi Mang unexpectedly bowed deeply to one of the humanoid post-natal barbarians circling him, and with immense entreaty, made his first request: "If you see me, if you know me, please appear before me, O most ancient deity from the deepest chaos."