Destiny is ashes

Chapter 1062 The Legacy of the Ancestral Dragon (14)

An Jing truly never expected that the goal that the Great Chen Dynasty had been pursuing for 30,000 years, and for which the Great Chen Holy Ancestor Xuan Tianji and successive Xuan Tian Emperors had not hesitated to cooperate with the Heavenly Demons, would be achieved so simply in his own life now.

He had no idea about destiny arising from nothing, and one could even say he had no interest in it whatsoever.

But that's how things are; you only get what you don't care about. Considering this, An Jing, who wasn't particularly concerned about it before, couldn't help but want to take this life form out of thin air to Da Chen and show off in front of the graves of the Xuan Tian Emperors of all generations.

This is interesting!
Simple? Quite the opposite.

As if sensing the fleeting thought in An Jing's mind, Zu Long shook his head and said seriously, "How could you possibly think that what you accomplished was simple?"

[With the power of the Divine Treasury Realm, he directly shattered the combined forces of all the Heavenly Venerable imprints from ancient and modern times, and even ultimately destroyed the imprint of the Supreme Heavenly Demon... An Jing, you must know that this was not even part of my plan.]

[According to my design, a prodigy who had reached the peak of the Divine Treasury realm should have entered the Radiant Scale Realm and, with the gifts I left behind—the numerous 'Heaven and Earth True Symbols' within this realm—comprehend their own path and ascend to the Manifestation Saint realm. Then, using the advantage of the Manifestation Saint True Monarch realm, they could suppress those Celestial Venerable imprints that remained at the Divine Treasury realm—in my plan, some of these Celestial Venerable imprints that did not cooperate with the Heavenly Demons could even serve as an aid.]

Ultimately, this newly ascended True Lord of Manifestation will unite with various allies and join forces with the many Marks willing to assist him to fight against the Mark of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

At this point, Zu Long couldn't help but sigh: "Even so, since ancient times, no one has ever succeeded... The power of that supreme demonic mark far exceeds your imagination. When you fought it, its state was extremely fragmented and incomplete."

[His true, complete state is the peak of the Four Immortal Karmic Gods' Treasury, and he possesses many incredible abilities, such as the great demonic supernatural powers of the Unknown Karmic Fire... No, He shouldn't even be described in terms of realm.]

Because 'realms' don't actually exist; they're just 'terms' created by us pioneers to make it easier for later generations to describe their strength. Therefore, even a Manifestation Saint True Monarch, who has advanced from the most outstanding genius of the era, would likely be defeated when faced with the mark of that supreme demon.

Just like when I'm facing you.

You and that supreme demon both belong to the realm of 'non-existence'. Ordinary standards of strength are meaningless to you. What you need to focus on is simply 'what you are capable of accomplishing'.

At this point, Zulong shook his head as if sighing, while Anjing couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, He is actually quite strong. I only managed to defeat Him after breaking through in the heat of battle... But I still have to say, Zulong Saint Venerable, are you really going to hand over the position of Wuyuan Sheng to me?"

He paused, then asked the most crucial question: "And I remember that the current 'creation from nothing' should be the 'Yingtian Immortal Tree,' right?"

The Immortal Tree is indeed a product of this generation, this Huai Xu, this era's 'creation from nothing'.

Zu Long laughed, a hint of humor in his voice: "But I didn't say that what I was going to give you was this 'creation from nothing' in the Huai Xu Realm."

An Jing was stunned: "Not something created out of nothing in this world?"

【certainly】

The First Dragon's answer was perfectly natural: "Didn't I already say? I am the infinite First Dragon. What I give you is a position created from nothing in other worlds—positions in worlds that have long since failed, or have no life, or have no meaning."

To be precise, what I'm giving you is merely a template for creating something from nothing.

[Destiny is capable of anything; it represents the will of Heaven—right, our 'Seven Calamities'?]

When Zu Long revealed his true identity, stating that his fundamental destiny was actually 'Seven Fiends Tribulation' rather than 'Natural Master,' An Jing was not surprised at all—Zu Long himself was a creation of destiny from nothing, and a fragment of the Dao, so it would be strange if he couldn't see it.

He just shrugged indifferently: "I'm mainly not interested in 'creating something from nothing' itself. If I really want to do something, I don't need a position."

An Jing's tone was matter-of-fact, but no one would refute him.

Of course, of course, you can do it.

Zu Long smiled and said, "Anyway, I'll give it to you, and you can give it to whomever you want afterward. Little Qi is just a child, and I hope... it can calm down."

At this point, Zu Long couldn't help but sigh: "Instead of doing some incredible feats only a few years after its birth."

“He is reminiscing about himself.” The sword in his hand hummed, and Fu Xie complained at this moment: “Not long after the Ancestral Dragon was born, he went to fight the Divine Tribulation, which is to devour the previous Ancestral Spirits and Ancestral Divine Beasts. After that, he created many living beings out of nothing. Then came the Heavenly Demon Tribulation. In his life, he didn’t have much time to be truly idle. Even if he did, his mentality was no longer young.”

"He's just a wretched old man who's suffered his whole life and hopes his descendants can have an easier time and ascend to the heavens without disaster or calamity."

An Jing pursed his lips: "But I'm young too. In this life, from the time I became aware of things until I encountered this calamity, it wasn't many years. Then I just kept breaking through calamities..." He couldn't help but think of his previous life—which followed a similar trajectory. He was an orphan from a young age, apprenticed to a martial arts master, and then encountered a war of unification that swept across the entire country. He was tempered in blood and fire, and finally died young in his prime due to radiation sickness...

This is true in both his past and present lives. This is why An Jing yearns for peace so much, because he understands better than anyone that peace itself is a miracle in this world.

That's true.

Zu Long nodded slightly, agreeing with An Jing's sentiments, but also smiled: "However, if you knew nothing, An Jing, you might be very happy. But now that you know so much, can you still sit still?"

The suffering in this world, so many people who need to be killed, so many calamities caused by demons...

An Jing laughed at this and shook his head: "No."

Just as he did in his previous life, after learning about the cruelty of war, he still chose to join the army and go to the battlefield, he will make the same choice in this life.

At this moment, An Jing grasped Fu Xie and calmly declared that he was answering both Zu Long and himself.

"Now that I have grasped the sword, it will be drawn."

Meanwhile, outside, beneath Mount Zu.

Jin Yanhua felt like he was burning.

After the primordial dragon's massive body was completely shattered by her, the surging dragon essence, containing boundless life force, poured into her mechanical dragon body like a flood bursting its banks.

That surging life force transformed into something akin to grease and firewood, making her body, composed of metal and lightning, increasingly powerful, and causing drastic changes to its internal structure. The machine was transforming into flesh and blood.

Beneath the cold armor plates, a warm pulse began to beat; between the hard metal bones, bright red fascia began to grow.

For a moment, Jin Yanhua's heart was filled with vigilance, disgust, and even rejection.

—I created a perfect mechanical dragon body for myself, so why must I return to flesh and blood? Is this the corruption of the Blood Sea Demonic Cult?

She instinctively wanted to resist this change and expel all the life force that had flooded into her body.

However, another instinctive feeling, stemming from a martial artist, told her that this was not the case.

"Such modifications would indeed be better... Machinery is just the tool that I, as a master craftsman, find most 'useful,' but 'useful' is not the same as 'perfect'—just as pure flesh and blood can create imperfect creatures, pure machinery may also have its limitations..."

She was caught in an unprecedented dilemma and struggle.

Just as Jin Yanhua was feeling confused about this, a gentle and calm voice suddenly rang in her heart.

That's good enough.

It was a gentle, intimate presence that Jin Yanhua felt, like an ancestor, or perhaps something greater, something more incredible, whispering in his ear: "The path you have chosen is the right one… Don't force yourself to be something, but rather choose what you want."

[Knowing that I am not perfect, although I have discarded flesh and blood, I do not consider flesh and blood to be inferior. I acknowledge all the advantages and view everything objectively...]

My child, you are on the right path; listen to your heart.

"That voice... could it be?!"

Jin Yanhua looked up in astonishment, towards the direction of the ancestral mountain, where the ancestral dragon scales were located.

"Yes, the Ancestral Dragon Saint Venerable?!"

(End of this chapter)