Yu Yong and Wang Wei sat cross-legged in a small yet comfortable room. Hot fresh tea was once again brewed while the two chatted. The old man looked at his grandson up and down before sighing deeply out loud:
“Look at you, you are all grown up now. In just a blink of an eye, the little brat I remember with eyes full of wisdom and curiosity about the world is now a young man.
“A young man with a wife of his own, and maybe soon, a family.”
Yu Yong could not help but think about a few thousand years ago when his grandson was born. Back then, he was still in retreat to treat his injuries, so he could not be present.
As such, he sent a clone instead. He remembered the first time he held Wang Wei. Despite being just born, his eyes gleamed with intelligence and he seemed to be observing the world around him.
His smile was so pure and infectious that for the first time since the Heaven Will Battle, Yu Yong had a genuine joyous smile on his face.
“Thank you, grandfather,” replied Wang Wei with a smile.
“I’m truly sorry that I could not be more involved in your life. I truly wished we had more time together.”
“I understand your circumstance, so I do not mind. Speaking of, how is your injury?” From what Wang Wei could see, his grandfather was perfectly fine physically. As for his soul, he did not want to intrude so he did not check.
However, with the large merit that the Yu clan received during the [Creation of Scholl Project], it should be no problem to either heal or alleviate the problem.
Yu Yong sighed after hearing this, “my physical injury was never the problem; it was my heart.”
Wang Wei frowned after hearing this, “What exactly happened during your Heaven Will Battle? Why is it that both you and my paternal grandfather have their Dao Hearts affected?”
Yu Yong was in a momentary gaze after hearing this; it was as if his mind had traveled elsewhere, traveled to the past.
“Tell me, when you hear the title Emperor Nine Suns, what kind of law do you think such a person cultivate?”
“I would say the Dao of Pure Yang or some version of the Dao of Fire.”
“Haha, that’s right; that’s what most people thought,” replied Yu Yong, his voice containing some madness in it.
“In our generation, Yang Chen or Emperor Nine Suns was a Heavenly Chosen from a Supreme Land known for his fierce mastery of the Laws of Fire. During his entire career when he faced his peers, he always used his fire mastery.
“But during the Heaven Will Battle, near the end, there were only 5 people left: me, your grandfather, Yang Chen, and two other people. The Heaven Will had already appeared but we were keeping a balance and preventing the others from acquiring it.”
Yu Yong paused as he gritted his teeth, hatred flashed across his eyes.
“Do you know the swordsmen’s method of Sword Brewing?”
“You mean when they sheath their swords and nourish it with their Sword Intents or Will for many years so that when they draw it again, they can exert power beyond their normal self?”
“Exactly.”
Many swordsmen will use this method when facing an enemy more powerful than them, or as a form of training to elevate their Sword Wills to higher levels.
“Yang Chen did the same thing, except with Illusion. No one knew that this man had understood the Dao of Illusion to a height on par with his Law of Fire.
“Additionally, he brewed a powerful illusion for over hundred of thousand years. And at the final moment of that battle, when we were all tired mentally and physically, he released that illusion.”
The teacup in Yu Yong’s hand broke but he did not seem to realize this; his eyes were still dazed.
“The other two people’s Primordial Spirit was instantly annihilated by the power of that illusion. As for Wang Chang and I, although we managed to survive that attack, our Dao Heart was full of flaws, almost shattered.
“Yang Chen went along to prove the Dao and that shameless man even took the name Nine Suns.”
Wang Wei had a deep frown on his face after hearing this. Injuries to a cultivator’s Dao Heart are the most severe ones as there is no official way to cure such a thing.
There are no pills or other methods to deal with such a problem. Maybe merit could alleviate the problem but not cure it–unless there was a massive amount of it. However, doing so would probably leave even more dire consequences.
A cultivator’s Dao Heart having flaws meant that their views of the world have been drastically changed or affected, or the things that they used to hold dear or loved no longer mattered. It could also mean that their goals and dreams no longer mattered to them, and so many other things.
In conclusion, their heart or desire to pursue the Dao is no longer firm; they constantly question everything decisions, goals, or ideas that they have. In essence, it can be considered a higher form of mental illness specifically targeted at cultivators.
The only difference is that the way for them to treat this problem is to fix it themselves. Other people can talk to them to help, however, unless they deal with the issue themselves, then the problem won’t change.
Wang Wei had to take into account how to deal with this problem for his grandfathers in the future. As for the issue of Emperor Nine Suns, he did not think that the latter did anything wrong.
The Battle For The Throne is never a fair one and any method used is viable. Wang Wei decided to learn from his elders’ experiences so that he does not fail under the same circumstance.
Of course, based on his grandfather’s response, he would not tell the old man his real thoughts to not set him off.
“I’m sorry to make you relive such terrible memories,” said Wang Wei.
“It’s fine. Hopefully, you can learn from my experience and not make the same mistake,” replied Yu Yong. Then, the two began to chat about many different topics: from the events of the world to Wang Wei’s experience, to Yu Yong’s experience, and finally to cultivation.
Their chat lasted for a few hours. Suddenly, the two of them noticed something and appeared in the sky, looking in one direction. And it was not just them, many people felt the sudden change.
“Such tremendous amount of Destiny. How is that possible?” asked Yu Daiyu.
“That’s true. Even if that person were to defeat all the current Heaven Chosen, it should not be possible for him to gather so much destiny. Who is it?”
“In that direction, it should be him,” said Wang Wei with a twinkle in his eyes. This person had karma with him, so he used the thread to spy on him.
Endless Void, Slaughter Trial:
A golden skeleton stood in front of a man that had a finger-size hole on his forehead, along with a look of horror. Then, in just a few seconds, all the other body parts of the skeleton regenerated, displaying Lin Fan’s handsome face, with the scar on his eye.
“I am the final victor.”
After saying that, he placed his hand on the person’s body, a black vortex appeared and the person’s body and soul were swallowed.
‘This is the 7th Absolute Chaos Physique that I have absorbed. I can feel it, 2 more and my Primordial Chaos Physique can be achieved.’
While he was distracted, a bunch of words appeared in the sky:
“Congratulations–Lin Fan from the Myriad Emperor World– for being the 345, 567th winner of the Slaughter Trial.”
Many people were watching this through formation, most people who were in the trial used their points to not participate in the final battle. And amongst these people, a few of them had one similar thought:
‘It seems that the Myriad Emperor World is on the rise in this generation. I must warn the elders to be prepared.’
Meanwhile, Lin Fan took the space ring that contained the final reward for being the champion before teleporting back to his mansion. Inside the ring, there were only three things, but each of them was beyond valuable.
The first one was a Chaos Treasure specifically. With his knowledge, Lin Fan knew that this kind of treasure was more valuable than any Innate or Emperor Weapons because of how rare they are.
Although he can only use a fraction of his power, it can greatly increase his power or strength. Plus, the chaos energy inside is perfectly suited for the Primordial Chaos Physique that he is creating.
The second reward is 3 Dao Source Seed. Once again, Lin Fan was shocked by the generosity of the final reward.
‘I can use this seed to make my family more powerful and increase my voice in the Academy.’
He immediately decided to use two of the seeds for his family and hand one over to the Emperor Enlightenment Academy.
Finally, Lin Fan read the final book which was labeled [Eternal Talent]. Once he was done, he squinted his eyes: “Duyi Realm? Is that the power Wang Wei used when he attended Xu Shi’s party?
“I can use this information to modify my plan.”
Lin Fan had long discovered that creating a World inside his body was the perfect way for him to control all 3000 Grand Daos, so he learned the cultivation systems of World Communities who followed the path of World Creation.
However, now, after learning about the Duyi Realm, he had a better plan. After entering the Saint Realm and cultivating a large enough domain, he would turn his Domain into a real world.
And by doing so, he can push the boundaries of the Origin System and enter this Duyi Realm.
“Wang Wei, Di Tian, wait for me. I have crawled out from the depth of hell. And the new me is not something any of you can ignore.”
After muttering these words, Lin Fan no longer hesitated and returned home; he has been gone for far too long.
Meanwhile, in some hidden place. Chen Tong watched Lin Fan leave:
“Is this kid this time’s final winner? Quite talented, unfortunately, he is a Supreme Outlaw. Well, anyway, he still has a chance to survive.”
He shook his head in disappointment. It was more beneficial to him when the champion of the trial managed to become Great Emperors or even Eternal Emperors.
Using the Karmic Connection he established with them during the trial, he can get even more resources for his eventual resurrection. Unfortunately, not all of them succeed in the end–despite the advantage that the trial give them.