Chapter 1185: Great Dao Fishery, Angling Ancient and Modern Wonders

**Author:** Three Hundred Jin's Smile**Last Updated:** 2020/07/29**Chapter Word Count:** 7350 words

Su Xuan Daoist, upon hearing this, was instantly enraged, then became solemn. "You truly underestimate me," he declared. "I, an old Daoist, seek nothing more. My cultivation talent has reached its limit; I can never achieve the Tenth-Tier Ultimate Dao. I am destined to halt at the path of a Ninth-Tier Dao Attainer, unable to condense a Dao Seed. Therefore, additional resources are useless to me. My sole passion lies in antiques and history. This is my final pursuit in life."

Looking at the mansion, Su Xuan grew even more fervent and excited. "To think I could participate in such a magnificent undertaking right here," he exclaimed, "to revive ancient history in the present age and unveil the true narratives of the past — this is an endeavor of immeasurable significance..." The more he spoke, the more agitated he became. "I, an old Daoist, desire no wealth," he insisted, "only to study and collect these ancient artifacts and rare treasures... If you could create a few more for me to keep, I would be utterly satisfied."

Akina Mountain Speed's eye twitched. This old man, it seemed, truly loved collecting. They asked him to engage in fake antique dealings, but in reality, he also wanted to collect them himself? This was understandable. As he had said, he no longer pursued cultivation resources. His only goal was to collect ancient artifacts, become a grand collector, and study ancient history.

"Don't worry, everything you desire will be realized," Akina Mountain Speed said earnestly, his eyes clear and guileless. "Once we have higher production, you can collect as many as you wish."

Su Xuan Daoist couldn't help but gaze at the mansion. "How do you plan to handle this ancient artifact?" he asked. "Will it be put up for auction, or will some entity 'coincidentally' stumble upon it on a beach?"

Akina Mountain Speed chuckled. "Neither," he replied. "I want to sink it into the Chaotic seabed. Do you know of any nearby coastal areas with a distinct deep pit that is difficult to access? I want this cave dwelling to rest there in the sea, visible to all, yet impossible for anyone to retrieve."

"Why is that?"

"Lying at the bottom of the sea is the biggest attraction!" Akina Mountain Speed smiled.

"If that's the case, there are a few places," Su Xuan said after thinking. After all, he was a renowned appraiser in this city. Anglers from other beaches and scavengers from the Chaotic Coast often interacted with him, bringing their discoveries for his assessment. He was intimately familiar with this sea area and commanded a vast network of contacts.

"Let's go, take us to see it, and while we're there, we'll establish a Daoist temple!" Akina Mountain Speed chuckled, thinking to himself, 'Our Seven Realms Primordial Heavenly Court might just be settling in that very coastal region of the Chaotic Sea!'

They soon departed. Traveling along the Chaotic Coast, they scouted various locations and, after examining several spots, finally discovered a suitable deep pit. "The depth is sufficient. Even saints who can briefly dive would be unable to reach it here." Akina Mountain Speed's eyes lit up as he gazed at the deep pit on the seabed. "Furthermore, the geographical location is excellent. The Chaotic Ocean here is remarkably clear, and at low tide, other beings will be able to vaguely discern the cave dwelling submerged on the seabed, along with its inscriptions! This will be enough to utterly astound and alarm them!"

They soon sank the cave dwelling directly into this part of the Chaotic seabed. Nearby, at a confluence of ocean currents, they began to establish a Daoist temple. The submerged cave dwelling served as a highly conspicuous landmark.

***

In the Seven Realms, Emperor Qi, seated atop the Heavenly Court palace, looked out and softly asked, "Is this the chosen location for the Seven Realms Heavenly Court's Daoist temple?" Below him, his ministers deliberated. The Daoist temple was crucial for development beyond the Chaos. Having cultivated the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, Emperor Qi had attained the Great Dao of the spatial branch. As a Cosmic Saint, he would manage and perceive the lower universe from this temple outside the Chaos, overseeing the rules and order of the domain where he had achieved Dao.

"Precisely. Once established, the Heavenly Court will develop rapidly," Akina Mountain Speed affirmed from below.

"Then, build it there," Emperor Qi responded, unconcerned. His objective in founding the Seven Realms Heavenly Court was for it to manage his miscellaneous affairs, serving as a behind-the-scenes think tank that would offer strategies and counsel, thereby allowing him to cultivate undisturbed. Moreover, he was indifferent to the geographical location. 'My Daoist temple can be moved at any time,' he thought to himself, 'but I'm too lazy to do so. I'll remain here for now, consolidate my recently achieved breakthrough, and familiarize myself with this new realm. Once the Nine Revolutions Profound Art fully enters the Tenth-Tier, the Daoist temple can be easily relocated, rendering its current position unimportant.'

Soon, construction of the Daoist temple began. Xu Zhi observed this, nodding in approval, knowing that the temple's establishment was inevitable and that both sides had successfully located their coordinates—an excellent outcome.

***

A day later—or more precisely, over a century later—the Nine-Headed Ancient Mother remained unconscious and in agony. However, the preliminary outlines and coordinates for the Daoist temple had been established on both sides.

In Sufeng City, the Tenth-Tier war had not erupted for over a century, much to everyone's relief. Sufeng Daoist, who had sustained only minor injuries, had since made a full recovery. Meanwhile, distant news definitively confirmed that the Nine-Headed Ancient Mother had vanished during the siege, her whereabouts unknown. This development was profoundly unsettling, as the Nine-Headed Ancient Mother had been the undisputed ruler of this land for millions of years, her presence deeply entrenched in the minds of all beings. This sudden upheaval left many struggling to comprehend. Furthermore, rumors concerning the Chaotic ocean currents grew increasingly pervasive.

"'Could it be that a major ocean current is truly approaching?' 'Changes in ocean currents and tides are normal,' someone replied. 'Even distant parallel universes could potentially be carried by certain currents, traveling across a significant portion of the Chaotic Sea and washing up here. However, the last time anything reached our shores was in ancient history.' 'Indeed, it's said to have been 70,000 years ago. That particular current didn't bring many opportunities; it originated from another part of our universe, and only common ancient artifacts were washed ashore then.' 'Could this time be a current from the deep Chaotic Sea?'"

Many began to research, leading an increasing number of beings to explore the coastal beaches. Soon, some beings discovered a Daoist temple had inexplicably appeared along the coastline. They were astonished: had a new saint ascended from a lower realm and settled here without warning? While rare, such occurrences were not unprecedented; indeed, many Daoist temples on this very land had similar origins. Or perhaps it was an itinerant saint from another realm, choosing to settle here? Despite their conjectures, they dared not make any overt moves. This was a Great Dao Saint, a master of cosmic rules; they knew better than to provoke such a being.

Yet, they observed that the Daoist temple had erected a stone tablet inscribed with a single line: "Great Dao Fishery: Angling for Wonders, Ancient and Modern!" Below this bold inscription, a smaller one read: "I follow the ocean currents, journeying across the lands. Wherever ancient deep-sea relics are washed ashore, I establish residence on that coast. Here, I welcome new friends to join me in angling for and studying ancient artifacts, sharing in their profound opportunities."

These words struck the scavenging cultivators as rather peculiar. "'This must be an ancient, itinerant saint.' 'Always following the deep-sea currents, wandering wherever they wash up relics?' 'Hush! Don't speak ill of them. Itinerant saints possess incredible power to safeguard themselves across all dangers. They are undoubtedly immensely powerful!'"

Several cultivators from Sufeng City whispered among themselves. Simultaneously, their expressions grew excited. It seemed this land truly held ancient deep-sea relic sites, with artifacts continually washing ashore, carried by the currents. They began their excited search. However, the news quickly spread. "Ancient relics have emerged!" "Incredible ancient wonders have been washed up from the deep sea!"

Not only Sufeng City but also the affiliated cities surrounding nearby Daoist temples were alerted. Beings began to gather in droves, flocking to the coastal areas to search. Even some Saints heard the rumors, though they did not deign to intervene personally. As expected, there was strength in numbers. A few fortunate individuals discovered sporadic sculptures washed ashore, remarkably preserved and bearing a rare trace of Daoist charm.

"'What is this?' 'We're rich!' 'It's an ancient, mysterious clay sculpture!' 'This is an unparalleled treasure! To have survived from five billion years ago and be preserved so perfectly—the great Saints will surely adore it!'"

While these artifacts held no practical cultivation value, Saints cherished them as collectibles. Having no shortage of resources, they were naturally willing to trade for desired decorative pieces, which also served as objects for historical study.

Over the next few months, countless individuals steadily converged on the beach to scavenge, and more precious artifacts were washed ashore and discovered. Meanwhile, they gradually grew accustomed to the nearby Daoist temple, yet no one dared to approach or seek an audience. They confined their search strictly to the coastline. They continued to fan out across the beach, tirelessly searching along the expansive coastline, digging through debris and gravel in hopes of uncovering ancient treasures. The crowd swelled day by day.

***

One day, as they continued their search, the tide suddenly began to recede. Someone happened to glance towards the distant Chaotic Sea. As the waters pulled back, they vaguely discerned a colossal ancient stone sculpture lodged within a deep pit, its form becoming progressively clearer with the falling tide.

"What is that? A stone sculpture?" Following the bewildered voice, everyone turned their gaze towards the Chaotic Sea. In the next instant, they witnessed an unforgettable sight!

"'What is this?' 'By the Saints, what am I seeing!' 'How could such a massive clay sculpture have been preserved to this day?' 'The larger a clay sculpture, the harder it is to preserve its Daoist charm. It is said that clay sculptures three times a person's height are incredibly rare; even if they lack Daoist charm and are severely damaged, Saints still treasure them as paramount artifacts.' I vaguely have a feeling that this giant sculpture still possesses Daoist charm!"

As the tide receded, they witnessed deep-sea contours emerge with striking clarity. What appeared was a colossal, immense black cave dwelling, emanating an unfathomable, boundless, ancient majesty and an unimaginable Daoist charm. Faint, ancient patterns adorned its surface, imbued with a profound sense of agedness, indicating it had lain in the deep sea for untold billions of years before being washed towards the shore. They sensed the immense torrent of time and the profound vicissitudes of ages within it. On either side of the mansion, seemingly inscribed by its owner, was a phrase that sent shivers down their spines:

"Immortal Dwelling of the Divine, Daoist Abode Coeval with Heaven"

In that moment, everyone was utterly stunned, their eyes fixed on the scene. Their minds reeled: *What ancient being possessed such audacity?*

"'An Immortal Dwelling of the Divine, a Great Daoist Abode Coeval with Heaven! What being would dare to inscribe such words at its entrance?' 'Who is the owner of this mansion?' 'It's a clay sculpture, an ancient artifact of a sculptural art civilization!' 'This discovery will absolutely shatter our understanding of history from this period; it's unimaginably profound!'" someone exclaimed, their voice trembling.

They stared blankly as the tide receded, revealing the mansion's indistinct silhouette. Then, their gaze shifted to the distant, silently standing Daoist temple. Perhaps the truth lay there.