xymnovel Chapter 573 Prodigy of the Origin Realm
Chapter 573 Prodigy of the Origin Realm
The Primordial Realm.
Center of All Worlds
This name wasn't given for nothing.
The entire void contains countless great worlds, medium worlds, and small worlds, but even combined, they are not as large as the Primordial Realm.
Its spiritual energy is a hundred times that of the Tianyuan Continent, its laws are a thousand times more complete, and its Heavenly Dao is ten thousand times more inclusive than that of the myriad realms.
What does "ten thousand times" mean?
In the Tianyuan Continent, even for those with exceptional talent, it takes at least a thousand years to comprehend a single Great Dao to perfection.
In the Primordial Realm, three years is enough.
In the Tianyuan Continent, from True Lord to Saint Venerable, one can be reduced to bones.
In the Origin Realm, as long as you have enough talent, resources, and luck, there are many people who can climb up in a hundred years.
Therefore, cultivators from countless worlds desperately want to enter, but only one in ten thousand actually succeeds.
At this moment, the Origin Realm is experiencing an unprecedented golden age.
The fortunes of all realms converge here, and geniuses and prodigies sprout up like leeks, one after another.
Some people were born amidst strange celestial phenomena, with flowers blooming and withering throughout the city.
Some people can progress a thousand miles in a day through cultivation, while others may spend a hundred years cultivating diligently, but they can complete the process in a year.
Some people have an epiphany in a single day, breaking through a bottleneck that has held them for eight hundred years.
Some say this is the restoration of the natural order, some say a great era is coming, and others say it is a final burst of life before disaster strikes.
But whatever it may be, this era is destined to be recorded in history.
The sky in the Primordial Realm is colorful.
The spiritual energy was so dense, it was like a thick fog.
Sunlight passes through the spiritual energy layer, refracting a seven-colored spectrum that stretches from east to west.
In the city, spirit beasts pulled carriages through the clouds, the carriages engraved with the clan emblems of various families, in gold, silver and jade, dazzling the eyes.
In a teahouse by the street, several monks sat drinking tea, with a dish of peanuts and a plate of braised beef on the table.
A young man in a blue robe took a sip of tea and wiped his mouth:
"Have you heard? Ji Wuming made his move again last month."
The man in the grey robe opposite him picked up a piece of holy flesh, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked indistinctly as he chewed:
"Who did they kill this time?"
"He killed a foolish rogue cultivator, a half-step Great Emperor at the peak, who was stealing things on the Ji family's territory."
"Is that rogue cultivator out of his mind? He dares to steal from the Ji family?"
"Who knows? Maybe they're tired of living." The man in the blue robe put down his teacup.
"The key is what happened when Ji Wuming made his move. Guess what?"
Several heads from the next table crowded around: "What's up?"
"He struck out with his palm, and the rogue cultivator, along with his protective magic treasure, shattered into dust."
Those watching nearby said that the palm strike contained fragments of the Great Dao; it looked like a palm strike, but it was actually the Dao itself.
"Nonsense, Ji Wuming is at the peak of the half-step Great Emperor realm. He walks the path of slaughter, and every casual strike is a manifestation of the Dao. What's so strange about that?"
"What's strange is—" the man in the blue robe lowered his voice, "after his palm strike, someone saw an eye in the void."
"What kind of eyes?"
"I don't know, it was blood red, it opened its eyes briefly, then closed them again."
The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Did you mishear me?"
"No! Lots of people saw it!"
"Then... what does this have to do with Ji Wuming?"
Nobody knows.
An old man in a white robe at the next table, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke up:
"The commotion over the forbidden area has been getting bigger and bigger lately."
His voice wasn't loud, but the people at the surrounding tables fell silent.
The man in the blue robe turned around: "Old man, which forbidden area are you referring to?"
"Which other could it be? Tianxu."
The moment those two words were uttered, the teahouse fell completely silent.
Tianxu.
The most forbidden place in the Primordial Realm.
Nobody knows what's inside; all they know is that none of those who went in ever came out alive.
The emperor went in, but never came out.
The deity went in, but never came out.
Some say it's an ancient battlefield, some say it's the graveyard of the Heavenly Dao, and others say it's the remnants of a collapsed world from the previous era.
But whatever it is, the Heavenly Ruins lie across the eastern side of the Origin Realm, like a wound that will never heal.
"What happened to Tianxu?" The gray-robed Holy Spirit stopped chewing his meat and stared at him, asking.
"Recently, someone saw light on the edge." The old man in the white robe picked up his teacup and took a sip.
No one spoke in the teahouse.
After a long while, the man in blue finally let out a dry laugh:
"Grandpa, don't scare me. There's light inside Tianxu? Tianxu has always been dark."
So, something's happened.
The old man in the white robe put down his teacup, got up, and left.
The remaining people at the table stared at each other blankly.
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The Ji family.
The first divine family in the Primordial Realm, with a lineage spanning hundreds of millions of years.
The family has more than one Great Emperor in its ranks, and there is also a Divine Ancestor who oversees the family—Ji Taixu, whose Daoist name is "Taixu," and who walks the Great Dao of Time and Space.
Having lived for countless millennia, it is said that in his youth he stepped into the river of time and witnessed the past and the future.
The Ji family's mansion occupies an entire mountain range, as large as the Tianyuan Great World.
At the summit of the highest mountain, in the highest hall.
Ji Wuming sat cross-legged on a futon, with a black knife in front of him.
The knife had no sheath, and a dark red line ran along its blade, like a dried-up river of blood.
His eyes were closed, and a murderous aura emanated from him, like a beast lying down and dozing. He seemed motionless, but his claws were already outstretched.
Ji Wuming became a Grandmaster at the age of three, a Celestial at the age of seven, a Land Immortal at the age of nine, a Celestial Immortal at the age of twelve, a True Lord at the age of fifteen, and a Saint Venerable at the age of twenty.
Now, at just over a hundred years old, he has already reached the peak of the half-step Great Emperor realm.
But he has been stuck at the peak of the half-step Great Emperor for fifty years.
People outside say he's only one step away from becoming emperor!
He is said to be one of the most likely people to attain godhood.
He is said to be the pinnacle of this generation.
Ji Wuming listened but said nothing.
He simply sat facing that black sword for three hours every day.
I sat for four hours today.
He opened his eyes, picked up the knife, and walked outside.
At the entrance of the palace, an old servant was bowing and waiting. Seeing that he was about to leave, he quickly handed him an outer robe.
"Divine Child, where are you going?"
"Tianxu".
The old servant's hand trembled, and his outer robe almost fell to the ground:
"Tianxu? Divine Child, what are you doing there? Lately, that place..."
"I know."
Ji Wuming put on his outer robe, stepped out of the threshold, and stepped into the clouds without looking back.
The Jiang family is the second-ranked divine family in the Origin Realm.
With a history spanning ninety million years, the same great emperors have stood in the halls, and the same divine ancestor has been in charge—Jiang Linglong, whose Daoist name is "Taiyin," walks the path of Yin and Yang.
Jiang Yutang, the little princess of the Jiang family, just turned one hundred years old this year. She is at the peak of the half-step Great Emperor and walks the Taiyin Dao. She has already comprehended the ninth level and is only one step away from perfection.
She stood in the plum blossom grove behind the Jiang family's house, dressed in a simple white dress, looking absolutely stunning.
Standing before her was a young man, dressed in a golden robe, with raised eyebrows and an undisguised arrogance on his lips.
"Sister Yutang," the young man began, "what have you decided regarding the marriage alliance between the Zhang and Jiang families?"
Jiang Yutang didn't look at the young man. She reached out and caught a falling plum blossom petal, then looked at it in her palm for two seconds.
"Zhang Lingxiao," she spoke, her voice calm and indifferent, "Is your Zhang family's ancestor nearing his end?"
The young man in the golden robe's expression changed slightly.
"What did you say?"
"It's nothing." Jiang Yutang blew the petals away, turned around and walked back. "You can talk to my father about the marriage."
"Your father agreed!"
"Then let him marry her."
Zhang Lingxiao choked.
He watched Jiang Yutang's figure disappear into the depths of the plum blossom forest, his face turning pale and then red. Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around, and left.
As soon as he left, Jiang Yutang peeked out from behind a plum tree, watching his retreating figure, and her lips curved slightly.
Then she raised her head and looked at the eastern sky.
That's the direction of Tianxu.
The recent commotion over there has even reached her, someone who rarely leaves the house.
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The Zhang family.
The Third Divine Venerable Family of the Primordial Realm.
The lineage has been passed down for 80 million years. The divine ancestor Zhang Taiyan, whose Taoist name is "Taiyan", is a deity.
It follows the Four Elements Path, and the four elements combined can evolve into all things.
When Zhang Lingxiao returned to the Zhang family, his face was still dark.
He walked through the courtyards and headed straight for the back mountain.
There is a bamboo forest on the back mountain, and the bamboo is purple, unlike the ones elsewhere.
Deep in the bamboo forest, there was a small bamboo house. An old man sat at the door, wearing a gray cloth robe, with a chessboard in front of him.
Zhang Lingxiao walked over, took a deep breath, and sat down opposite the old man.
"Ancestor."
Zhang Taiyan didn't even look up, picking up a white chess piece and placing it on the board: "You got thwarted?"
"That girl from the Jiang family—"
"If she doesn't want to marry you, forcing her won't work." Zhang Taiyan's tone was very calm.
"She walks the Path of Yin, you walk the Path of Thunder; these are two completely different paths. Forcing them together, who will be able to control the other in the future?"
"I can handle it!"
"You can't hold back a fart." Zhang Taiyan finally raised his head and glanced at Zhang Lingxiao.
Those eyes were as murky as two pools of stagnant water, but when Zhang Lingxiao saw them, the hairs on his body stood on end.
"You can't control her, just like I can't control Old Woman Jiang. The men of the Zhang family have never held their heads high in front of the women of the Jiang family." Zhang Taiyan lowered his head again to look at the chessboard.
"Accept your fate."
Zhang Lingxiao: "..."
He remained silent for a while, then changed the subject:
"Ancestor, recently someone saw light at the edge of Tianxu."
Zhang Taiyan slowly put the chess pieces back into the chess basket and looked up at the eastern sky.
What's meant to happen will happen.
"What should be coming?"
Zhang Taiyan didn't answer him, he just waved his hand:
"Go and tell the Ji and Jiang families to keep their younger generations away from Tianxu. If anything happens, don't come looking for me."
Zhang Lingxiao wanted to ask something more, but seeing the old ancestor's expression, he swallowed his words.
He stood up, bowed, and turned to leave.
Zhang Taiyan sat alone in the bamboo forest, looking at the chessboard for a long time.
Then he reached out and picked up the chess pieces one by one from the chessboard and put them back into the basket.
"Soon," he muttered to himself. "Soon."
East of the Primordial Boundary.
Tianxu.
That area stretched across the land like a wound, extending for countless miles from south to north, with no end in sight.
Inside was an impenetrable black fog; all light reaching the edges was absorbed, leaving nothing behind.
Suddenly, a light flashed deep within the Heavenly Ruins, and the entire Heavenly Ruins trembled slightly.
Like a giant beast that has been sleeping for millions of years, it turned over halfway.