Shrouding the Heavens: The Ultimate Daoist Venerable

Chapter 48 The Changes in the Divine Race
Time flows on and years pass quickly; eight thousand years have passed since Liang Yu attained enlightenment.

The Supreme Celestial Venerable no longer walks in the mortal world, but his aura has become even more immense. The higher the cultivation level of a cultivator, the more they can sense the mysterious and vast Dao imprint high in the heavens.

In stark contrast to the more prosperous and vibrant world around us, where all things flourished, the ancient planet of the gods was shrouded in gloom and despair.

The original patriarch of the Divine Clan, Xin Lin, has been gone for thousands of years. The current patriarch is the young Xin Hao, who was born back then. Eight thousand years have passed, and he has surpassed Xin Lin in his achievements, reaching a different kind of enlightenment.

Eight thousand years have etched marks on the face of this once proud and ambitious young man, and his once jet-black hair has faded to gray.

He has grown old. His former radiance is nowhere to be seen, leaving only a deep melancholy.

At this moment, he sat in the main hall, quietly listening to the clansman in front of him say tremblingly, "Clan leader, it's not this time either."

Xin Hao waved for him to leave and leaned back in his chair, feeling utterly helpless.

The scene from eight thousand years ago, when he and his great-grandfather Xinlin paid homage to the Supreme Celestial Venerable, reappeared before his eyes.

Xin Hao could no longer remember what they said, but two sentences remained deeply imprinted in his mind.

“I am not the hope for the prosperity of your divine race, much less the ancestor of the gods. Contrary to what you think, my existence will only lead to the complete annihilation of the divine race.”

"The gods shall perish..."

At first, after bringing back the Mystic Art, Xinlin was still struggling with the future of the God Clan, but the other elders couldn't wait to ask him to reveal the Mystic Art.

After all, regardless of the future of the gods, the Mystic Arts are a tangible benefit, allowing each god to advance to a higher level. Compared to the distant future, the prosperity visible right now is more real.

The gods at the time did not realize that the gifts of fate had already come with a hidden price.

After implementing this secret technique, the divine race did indeed experience a leap in expansion. Cultivating the Mystic Art requires a large number of divine treasures born from heaven and earth that contain divine power, with Immortal Sources, Primordial Life Stones, Divine Springs, and even Immortal Elixirs being the best. Of course, other rare treasures such as Divine Sources and Holy Medicines also exist, but their effects are somewhat inferior.

Below that are rare and precious materials such as Meteorite Vine Heart, Heart of the Dead Realm, Great Luo Immortal Vine, Fire God Stone, Seven Tribulations Earth Essence, and Water Marrow Mother.

Thus, the gods began a massive expansion. Although restrained by the existence of the Supreme Celestial, they dared not be too violent and bloody, they still clashed with many forces, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries. In this process, the gods' reputation began to soar. Of course, they still did not openly secede from the human race.

And Xinlin passed away peacefully during this period of great prosperity for the gods.

But then, the situation began to deteriorate rapidly.

At the height of the gods' power, a major problem arose: the gods began to produce mortal offspring. Although these offspring were exceptionally talented and possessed superior aptitude, they did not inherit divine blood.

At first, they all thought it was an accident, but as time went on, the percentage began to rise.

No matter how they introduced external divine bodies or combined them with other special constitutions, they could not change this trend. All the methods they had used in the past to ensure the stability of the divine bloodline inheritance had little effect and could not change the overall situation.

Xin Hao immediately thought of Wuji Tianzun, but he had never been to the ancient planet of the God Clan. The God Clan's emergence and expansion were gradual; if one had to say, it was more like a problem with their divine blood.

Therefore, Xin Hao then thought of the Mystic Transformation Technique.

The only major change for the gods compared to before is that they have acquired the Mystic Transformation Technique.

But given the enormous benefits this secret technique brought, no one was willing to believe him. Or rather, no one was willing to acknowledge him.

To deny the mystical arts of transformation is to deny all the progress the gods have made over the years, and those who deny it would become sinners against the gods.

Moreover, each of them will become stronger because of the Transformation Mystic Art. Since the Transformation Mystic Art will not affect them, what does it matter if their descendants cannot inherit the divine blood? If they have more children, there will always be some who can inherit it.

Not every cultivator would place the rise and fall of their race above their personal cultivation. Whether from the perspective of the divine race as a whole or from the perspective of each individual divine being, denying the mystical arts of transformation means that they will lose both posthumous fame and immediate gains.

Rather than confront the harsh reality and future, most of the Protoss would rather indulge in this illusory prosperity.

Although Xin Hao has now become the patriarch of the God Clan, the God Clan exists in name only. Is a God Clan in which far more mortal beings than divine beings are still a God Clan?

Just then, someone burst in and said, "Clan leader, the divine child..."

Xin Hao said slowly, "I understand. Let him be."

Given his unconventional path to enlightenment, nothing on this ancient star could escape his notice.

Just now, his most outstanding son led a group of gods in a defection. They will completely abandon the mystical arts and become a new race of gods.

This happened, of course, under Xin Hao's guidance and tacit approval.

Xin Hao didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong, but he had no other choice. Only in this way could he give an explanation to his ancestors and his past self.

Then, he stood up and said, "I have something to do and need to go out for a while. All affairs of our clan will be handled by the young clan leader, Xinming."

His voice echoed throughout the ancient star.

The one who tied the knot must untie it; the root of all this lies with the Supreme Celestial Venerable. Only by meeting the Supreme Celestial Venerable can Xin Hao unravel these mysteries.

Just in case, he had already prepared for the transfer of power among the gods if he were not able to return.

At this time, no life has yet appeared on the Big Dipper, but the five continents have initially stabilized, and it may not be long before it becomes a habitable ancient star.

On the flat continent, a majestic immortal mountain stands tall. After more than eight thousand years, this Wuji Immortal Mountain has become even more vast, beginning to possess the imperial aura of the Immortal Mountain of later generations.

Due to the influence of Liang Yu's array patterns, this mountain is ethereal and filled with a mystical and Taoist aura, making it seem like a fairyland on earth.

Before arriving at the immortal mountain, Shen Hao took a deep breath, but was interrupted just as he was about to speak.

"Hey! What kind of cultivator dares to trespass on this sacred mountain? Don't you know this is the Daoist temple of the Boundless Heavenly Venerable?" a humanoid divine tree that was taking a stroll transmitted its voice.

"My name is Xin Hao. I once met the Heavenly Venerable. I wish to ask the Heavenly Venerable for clarification." Xin Hao's current composed demeanor is completely different from that day.

"Bring him in. I'm very happy to have an old friend visiting."

A Daoist voice rang out, and Xin Hao was momentarily dazed upon hearing it. His own divine blood also began to boil. His divine blood, which had advanced further by relying on the Transformation Mystic Technique, seemed to have encountered a god above gods and completely submitted to the other party.

Without saying much, the humanoid divine tree led him into the immortal mountain.

After passing through layers of dense forest, Xin Hao met Liang Yu again on the mountainside of Xianshan.

He was dressed in a black Taoist robe, leaning against the ancient tea tree of enlightenment, sitting on the ground. He did not have the slightest amazing aura. He did not look like an invincible celestial being of this era. Instead, he looked like a wild and unruly scholar who did not care about the rules.

Liang Yu said, “Sit down. You’re in luck. I just brewed some tea. This tea is called Enlightenment Immortal Tea, made from Kunlun Immortal Liquid and the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree. I’m not bragging, but even the Reincarnation Tea of ​​the Underworld Lord might not be as good as this tea.”

Xin Hao sat quietly to one side, picked up his teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Liang Yu had already guessed his purpose, so he said, "You want to ask about the Mystic Arts of Transformation?"

(End of this chapter)