Chapter 1487
Chapter 1487: Even the heavenly decline can’t keep him in check, Di Kun’s desire
“Living in the hearts of all spirits in the world, omnipotent? What kind of existence is this?” Di Kun pondered, his mind racing with questions. Why had this entity chosen to focus on him, and what did it mean for his future?
On the blood-colored plateau, the fierce winds continued to howl, sweeping up countless corpses and bones that lay scattered like a layer of crimson gravel. They gleamed with a strange, bloody beauty, contrasting sharply with the desolation around him.
Di Kun stood in silence, speechless for what felt like an eternity. The voice’s words had stirred a tempest within him, leaving him unable to find his footing. The horror he felt was beyond anything he had ever experienced, akin to a chaotic sky thunder that crashed down on him, shaking his very spirit and nearly bringing him to his knees.
Though the voice had vanished, the chilling sensation lingered, as if his very scalp might erupt from the intensity of the moment. Horror, trembling, disbelief—each emotion coursed through him like an electric current. Nothing he had faced in his life could compare to the sheer terror and awe he felt now.
Di Kun even questioned whether he was trapped in a dream. Was there truly anyone in this world who could claim to be immortal? Even those with powers surpassing the Ancestor level were eventually reduced to dust, swallowed by the relentless march of time and buried in the long river of history. The very notion seemed impossible, yet here he stood, confronted by a voice that transcended all he thought he understood about life and power.
Although his father was powerful and held the title of Demon Ancestor, he was still just an existence within the Ancestral Dao realm. It was likely that he would never reach the supreme realm. In stark contrast, the entity behind the voice had claimed to reside in the hearts of all spirits, entwining itself with the desires of humanity. This revelation suggested that it was a truly immortal being, transcending the very concept of immortality and eternal life as they understood it.
In some smaller worlds, a quasi-Immortal Emperor might perish, yet as long as someone remembered their name and spoke it aloud, they could emerge once more from the annals of history, reappearing across the timelines of past and future. This phenomenon occurred because the passage of time in those smaller realms was shallow, and the establishment of laws and order was remarkably weak. An entire world could be obliterated by external forces at any moment, leaving the constructs of its order and the powers that resided within it vulnerable to the reflections of a higher civilization.
In truth, after departing from that small world, it was impossible for any so-called quasi-Immortal Emperor to possess such near-immortal and indestructible power. In the boundless realms, even beings at the Ancestral Dao level, who possessed knowledge of fate, could not attain this kind of near-immortality. Life eventually waned, and the Dao was ultimately severed.
If the Boundless Realm allowed such incredible power to emerge, the very laws and order governing existence would be thrown into disarray, rendering the concept of such power nonsensical. The notion of “Heavenly Decline” fundamentally doomed all prospects of true immortality. Yet, in this moment, Di Kun felt an overwhelming sense of terror for this very reason.
“As long as there are creatures and desires in the world, he will always exist. Does this mean that even the Heavenly Decline cannot restrain him?” His mind raced with disbelief. “Since the inception of the Boundless Realm, could there truly have been such an existence?”
The thought horrified him, feeling as though he was grappling with a concept far beyond his comprehension. He remained silent on the Scarlet Plateau for an extended time, trying to regain his composure. He could not fathom why the owner of that voice had reached out to him, nor did the voice reveal what he might need to give in return.
“If I were to become a Demon Emperor in my lifetime…” Di Kun’s gaze drifted toward the horizon, his eyes filled with longing. Just as the voice had stated, his desire for the position of Demon Emperor burned more brightly than ever. This ambition surged within him, intertwining with the hope of seizing the chance to stand out amid the chaos and turmoil.
The next moment, Di Kun waved his cloak, his figure flashing as he quickly departed from the Scarlet Plateau, racing toward the location the voice had indicated.
At the same time, in the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain, a place not aligned with any specific faction, it stood as one of the few neutral and chaotic areas within the Xi Yuan civilization. Each ancient domain had its unique characteristics; some smaller domains spanned several universes, intertwining multiple timelines and spaces, while others, like the Southern Wilderness, were expansive territories that encompassed numerous large universes and worlds.
Even a cultivator at the level of the Immortal King would require hundreds of years, if not longer, to traverse its vast expanses. True to its name, the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain was filled with wild ancient forests and rolling mountains, dotted with only a few faintly recognizable ancient cities. Legend had it that this land once served as the mountain gate for one of the most powerful sects of ancient times.
Although the Prosperous Era had long since faded, leaving only dilapidated ruins behind, remnants of its former glory could still be found. Scattered throughout the domain were broken space-time cracks that concealed ancient caves and secret realms. For young cultivators from the major forces within the Xi Yuan civilization, this land offered an exceptional environment for cultivation, rich with opportunities for growth and discovery.
Every day, countless cultivators and souls flocked to this place, eager to explore and seize opportunities. Even Dao Realm existences occasionally graced the domain, seeking rare materials or spiritual treasures hidden within.
Zigui City, the largest and oldest settlement in the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain, resembled an ancient star, proudly standing at the heart of this wild and primitive continent. Surrounding it was a landscape bathed in heavenly light, with vast and boundless lakes teeming with dense spiritual energy. Colorful mist swirled through the air, while fierce beasts made their lairs among the towering mountains and ancient peaks.
Among the mountains, divine chariots and bustling caravans traversed the paths, transporting supplies from various corners of the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain toward Zigui City.
At this moment, a spacious business road leading to Zigui City echoed with the thunderous sound of horseshoes, stirring up clouds of dust that filled the sky. A long caravan, laden with goods, was en route. At the forefront, dozens of knights rode majestic beasts, their ancestral bloodlines evident in the gleaming scales and formidable horns of their mounts, tasked with protecting the caravan that followed closely behind.
The savage beasts pulling the heavy loads boasted extraordinary lineage, their powerful bloodlines exuding a thunderous aura that stirred the hearts of those nearby. Clearly, this caravan hailed from an exceptional origin. The goods, meticulously packed within treasure chests, concealed something special inside, with storage capacities rivaling those of warships.
“I heard the secret realm of Wanzang has emerged from beyond the world,” a young man in brocade attire remarked, a piece of grass casually hanging from his mouth. Leaning against the carriage, he folded his hands behind his back, crossed his legs, and wore a rebellious and cynical expression.
“Young cultivators from all major forces are racing to Zigui City, eager to access the Wanzang secret realm. I’ve gathered information; the person you’re looking for is likely there too.”
Beside the brocade-clad young man stood a servant, whose rolling eyes hinted at mischief as he whispered something in response.