The author of the book "The Book of the Dead"

Chapter 256 Hidden from the Mortal World, A Thousand Years

"It's about time I went into seclusion."

Whether it's the Corpse-Dissolving Dao Ancestor or the Mysterious Heavenly Emperor, these are merely external titles.

Liang Yue's true ambition lay elsewhere.

Now that the human system is newly established, the system of ranking among the immortals allows all cultivators to firmly rely on the Chunyang Ancestral Court.

In the future, the number of cultivators may reach as high as five million, so there will be no need for me to take care of ordinary matters.

Within the White Cloud Imperial Capital, beneath the peach tree.

The number of peaches reached nine, because they had absorbed most of the blood, flesh, and essence of Indra.

The unshaven Emperor Yao leaned against a large rock, watching the old dragon ripple in the water.

He witnessed the entire process from heaven, and the system of ordaining Taoist priests and granting them a place among the immortals was truly astonishing.

"From now on, all the talents in the world will be captured. I finally understand your methods. The system can truly change everything."

Regardless of their temperament, cultivators believe in the idea that their fate is in their own hands, not in the hands of heaven, regardless of their cultivation level.

With a large number of cultivators, it is inevitable that different interests will arise based on the different schools of cultivation, leading to the formation of new factions.

Once this order is issued, cultivators of all schools of thought must closely align themselves with the Daoist sect.

"The sixth Heavenly Emperor of the human race..." Emperor Yao murmured to himself, looking at Liang Yue's back under the tree.

This sixth Heavenly Emperor of the human race may be the strongest Heavenly Emperor in history.

I wonder what the Yellow Emperor and others thought when they saw how their descendants were treated?
It was probably a feeling of relief, or perhaps surprise.

"who cares."

Talented people emerge in every generation, and Emperor Yao has now completely given up, leaving the affairs of future generations to be handled by them.

……

Before long, people from the Pure Yang Holy Land arrived one after another.

"Greetings, Master!" Lü Dongbin was the first to step forward, bowing to Liang Yue.

"Impressive cultivation level, you've reached the third stage of the Innate Realm?"

“Exactly.” Lü Dongbin hadn’t been idle all these years, only thinking about having fun.

Exploring the mortal world is also a form of self-cultivation.

Soon, Liang Changming, Yuan Tiangang, and others arrived.

"In the next ten years, the number of cultivators will definitely exceed one million, at which time the cultivation industry will be able to start."

A continuous stream of standardized magical artifacts were produced, providing combat power for the Daoist cultivators of the Three Realms.

"The number exceeds three million, and I have another idea," Yuan Tiangang said mysteriously, "I need Emperor Yao's help with this."

"Is there anything else for me to do?" Emperor Yao glanced at him lazily and said irritably, "Boy, spit it out."

"Three million cultivators can gather to form a Zhou Tian Star Array. Emperor Yao can help me improve the Zhou Tian Star Array."

"What courage! I accept."

Emperor Yao was planning something big; a mere three million cultivators were nothing.

The true Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Array should have no upper limit, with three million cultivators, thirty million cultivators, or even hundreds of millions of cultivators.

Countless cultivators are scattered throughout the heavens and the sky, suppressing all demons.

"You decide. I'll go into seclusion for a while. Also, Lü Dongbin."

"exist."

"Let's travel around and find out about other people."

"Good." This was exactly what Lü Dongbin wanted.

One reason for staying in the ten countries over the years was to take care of the newly established Taoist sects.

Now that I have received the patriarch's decree, it is time to cast aside my burdens and travel to all corners of the world.

The others dispersed.

boom!
With the gates of Baiyun Imperial Township closed, Emperor Yao, who had been resting for decades, was forced to return to the capital by Liang Yue, who had been a hands-off ruler.

Under the peach tree, Xiaotian and Xuanwu frolicked, just like they had back then.

"Wang Wang Wang!!"

Xiaotian stared at the peaches on the tree, his mouth watering.

Seeing this, Xuanwu also came over, its snake head looking at the other peach, as if it didn't want its master to show favoritism.

Liang Yue picked two and handed them to the two beasts.

"Here you go. Starting tomorrow, you can all go out and make your own way in the world."

A hint of doubt flashed in Xiaotian's eyes. He pushed the peach toward his master with his claws, thinking that his master was upset because he had eaten the peach.

"That's not the case. You two have the talents of divine beasts. Now that the structure of the Three Realms has been established, there is no need for you to patrol. Your talents should not be wasted here."

Xiaotian's prototype is the mythical beast Huodou, which causes widespread devastation when it appears.

Xuanwu, needless to say, is one of the four ancient divine beasts, and it rules over water and winter.

They deserve to dominate their region and should not waste their time here.

"Let's set off immediately after we finish eating the peaches," Liang Yue said.

Since you've decided to leave, you might as well go sooner rather than later, lest you change your mind again.

After the two beasts finished eating the peaches, they stored the energy in their bodies.

Xuanwu spoke in a childish, babyish voice:

"Master, where are we going?"

Xuanwu was somewhat confused. Since he could remember, he had basically never traveled far. He was either asleep or on guard duty. He didn't understand human relationships and only listened to Liang Yue's words, but he didn't know where to travel.

The Celestial Hound is quite active, and its activity range is limited to the human territory of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

"The Eastern Continent has the largest human population and is relatively safe. If you don't want trouble, you can choose this place."

"Beiju Luzhou is inhabited by strange beasts from mountains and seas, as well as demons and strange people. I have never been there, and this place is extremely dangerous."

"Xiniu Hezhou is mostly inhabited by humans, gods, demons and strange beings. There are Buddhist temples there. If you go there, you can contact Shakyamuni Buddha. It's simpler than Dongsheng Shenzhou."

"Southern Jambudvipa is located between Western Niuhezhou and Northern Juluzhou. What is particularly noteworthy about this place is its extremely harsh terrain and climate. The most dangerous thing is not necessarily demons."

"There are many opportunities overseas, but they are also full of unknown risks. It's up to you now."

Xiaotian and Xuanwu exchanged a glance, pondered for a long time, and the result given by the two beasts was surprising.

"I'm going overseas," Xiaotian said. The unknown is worth exploring, and it's more liberating. Perhaps I can make a name for myself there.

"Beiju Luzhou".

Liang Yue was somewhat surprised that Xuanwu, whose voice sounded so weak, had chosen the most dangerous Beiju Luzhou.

"Should we reconsider?"

"No need, I'll go and give it a try."

Xuanwu's youthful voice was filled with determination.

Liang Yue had no choice but to prepare various elixirs and magical implements.

"When you're out and about, never be soft-hearted. If you need to kill, then kill. You must be decisive in your killings."

"understood."

Xiaotian and Xuanwu have killed quite a few people over the years, so they really have no problem with killing people.

The next day, early morning.

As dawn breaks, rays of light pierce the sky.

Sunlight awakens all living things on earth. Apart from demons and monsters, most living things still follow the rhythm of working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

A pure white crack appeared in the clear blue sky, and in the center of the crack, one could faintly see the undulating mountains and rivers of the White Cloud Emperor's Land.

Two beasts flew out from the center of the crack.

Liang Yue also flew out.

Xuanwu looked at Liang Yue with reluctance and said, "Master, we're leaving."

“Master!” Xiaotian called out.

"Come on."

Liang Yue waved his hand, and the air was thick with the sorrow of parting.

"Goodbye, Master!"

The two beasts parted ways and went in different directions.

The spirit beast that had accompanied Liang Yue for thousands of years was now completely separated from him.

All good things must come to an end.

Liang Yue understood this deeply.

The path of cultivation is destined to be lonely, and everyone will inevitably drift away from you.

Even in the era of spiritual energy revival, people's lifespan has greatly increased. Cultivators who have just entered the Golden Core stage have a lifespan of five hundred years, and those who have entered the Innate Golden Core stage have a lifespan of up to three thousand years.

But time will eventually pass, and tens of thousands of years of spiritual energy being extinguished have passed uneventfully.
A hundred generations may pass, but they are but the lives of a few hundred people.

Therefore, no matter how prosperous and flourishing the Taoist sects in the Three Realms may be, or how many titles one may have, it is all ultimately empty and meaningless.

This spiritual revival is merely a repetition of a cycle from several eras ago: revival – peak – decline – extinction.

"So many things have always been like this."

Under the peach tree, Liang Yue ate a peach.

A gentle, vibrant energy flows, and true qi moves like nebulae.

Human beings and the universe are a microcosm, both internal and external.

Magnify yourself countless times, and a cell is also a star.

Golden light shimmered between his brows, and his Yang spirit gathered countless thoughts.

Since his resurrection, Liang Yue has no longer focused on physical cultivation.

The Yang Shen has the characteristic of transforming all things with a single thought. This realm is equivalent to the ninth level of the innate Golden Core. A single thought can rapidly transform the physical body's cultivation into the ninth level of the Golden Core.

Therefore, Liang Yue does not need to expend energy cultivating external skills, and he will not cultivate any other unique skills for the time being.

He devoted himself to studying the celestial path above the Yang God.

After becoming a celestial being, one can begin nine lifetimes of rebirth and ascend to the status of an immortal emperor on the other shore.

Perhaps that realm holds the key to reshaping time.

Beneath the tree, the Taoist's physical form lay dormant like a withered tree.

……

Beyond the nine heavens, the Taoist's divine thoughts multiplied into countless forms, experiencing the myriad aspects of the mortal world.

The Divine Court resides high in the heavens, and from its grand perspective lie the mortals living on the vast yellow earth.

On the loess plateau, an old man faces the scorching sun, his sweat falling into the soil and merging with the earth.

"Grandpa, give it!"

In a farmer's family, a seven-year-old child has already become the main labor force in the family, taking on responsibilities such as cutting grass for cattle, gathering firewood, and delivering water and meals to the main labor force in the family.

"Oh, Little Tiger is such a good boy." The old farmer wiped the sweat from his dark forehead and patted the child's head.

Little Tiger squatted down and looked at the wheat seedlings on the ground, asking curiously, "What are these?"

"Wheat seedlings, these are good things, they can feed our whole family."

The monks solved most of the disasters and resolved the planting conditions such as seeds and water, but the farmers still needed to grow the grain themselves.

"Small wheat seedlings... feed Grandpa, Father, and younger siblings?" Xiao Hu looked at the wheat seedlings in disbelief.

"Haha, don't underestimate this little wheat. It'll be amazing when it grows up." The old farmer patted the child's head, compared his height, and laughed. "Wheat matures ten times, which is ten years. Little Tiger will be taller than Grandpa by then."

"Ten times..."

Xiao Hu gestured at the motionless wheat seedlings and suddenly felt that ten years had passed in a very long time.

"Grandpa, from now on, Xiaohu will be farming, and you can relax under the tree at home."

"Good good."

Food contains boundless power.

The Loess Plateau has witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties.

Hidden in the dust, yet invisibly transforming the world.

Liang Yue did not focus on the rise and fall of the Daoist sect or the rise of cultivators, but rather explored the deepest and most insignificant Dao from these insignificant and imperceptible perspectives.

Even when spiritual energy dissipates and gods and Buddhas retreat, these beings still exist, demonstrating their greatness.

"The Way of Taiyi lies within it."

Time flows on, and the sun and moon revolve.

The wheat ripened dozens of times, and the old man who once lived in the fields passed away, his grave becoming a mound. Little Tiger took over the fields, had many children and grandchildren, and also grew old and frail.

The Taoist priest, holding a paper umbrella, walked along the country path.

The Taoist priest was dressed strangely, yet he seemed to possess an invisible energy that made him unnoticed by those around him.

As I passed through the fields, I heard the innocent voices of children.

"Grandpa, what is this?"

Xiao Hu's cloudy eyes looked at the distant earthen grave, and memories of his youth seemed like arrows, striking him squarely between the eyebrows.

He understood what place his grandfather had been looking at back then; it was the resting place of their ancestors, and he would return to that place many years later.

Reunite with parents, grandfather, and even ancestors from past generations.

At this moment, I am no longer afraid of death.

"This is wheat..."

Flowers bloom and fade, plants wither and flourish, but there is always a green leaf that resembles their ancestor.

Upon hearing this, Liang Yue's face, hidden under the paper umbrella, showed a slight smile.

"This is the path to immortality."

Immortality is not necessarily the immortality of an individual; the propagation of bloodlines is also a form of immortality.

Those who comprehend this principle will obtain the art of bloodline immortality.

Of course, this was not the path Liang Yue needed.

Thoughts drift into the mundane world, and one comes to understand the myriad aspects of human life.

On this land, Liang Yue witnessed generations of farmers.

We also saw how children born into poverty, like farmers, used themselves as nourishment so that the next generation could step on their shoulders and climb to a higher social class.

Farmers, wealthy households, landlords... generals, feudal lords.

"This is the way of flourishing and decay."

Withered and flourishing coexist.

Unconsciously, the thought arrived at the mountains in the far west of Dongsheng Shenzhou.

The land is vast and the terrain is isolated.

This place is home to countless strange and unusual people and objects that are currently unknown.

The Taoist priest walked through deep mountains and old forests, ignoring miasma and avoiding wild beasts in the forest.

Where there is no road in the mountains, the path itself is formed underfoot.

We passed by a large tree whose shade covered an area of ​​dozens of miles.

"Ok?"

Liang Yue stopped, his gaze fixed on the distance. Through his divine sense, he could detect traces of human life not far away.

With a single glance, he immediately understood what was going on.

"The Sumeru Tree, the Sumeru Fruit."

The Sumeru Tree bears the Sumeru Man, whose life is unique.

The trees resemble banyan trees, but they bear fruits that look like babies.

Liang Yue's arrival seemed to have disturbed the local energy, causing a fruit that should have fallen at sunrise to fall prematurely at midnight.

boom!
The fruit falls to the ground and becomes a person.

The baby was crying loudly on the ground.

Liang Yue stepped forward, picked up the baby, and said with a smile, "Good boy, don't cry. From now on, your name will be Xiao Luo."

The baby miraculously calmed down.

Liang Yue continued on his journey, carrying the baby in his arms.

Babies grow at a rate visible to the naked eye.

By sunrise, the baby had grown into a graceful young woman.

"Mr. Lingbao, wait for me!!"

Xiao Luo seems to be a being born from a transformation rather than a creature born from the womb; she is born knowing many things.

She simply couldn't understand this Mr. Lingbao.

Looking at the Taoist priest's handsome face, the girl felt a strange stirring of emotion within her.

"Sir, why are you walking?"

"Travel the vast world."

Is the world really that big? Bigger than the Mount Sumeru forest?

Liang Yue laughed and said, "The Sumeru Forest is only a few dozen square kilometers in size. It's a journey of just one day for an ordinary person. There is a human capital city twenty days' journey away."

"Twenty days..."

The girl gaped, unable to comprehend what twenty days meant.

The world is so big?

What might be an ordinary twenty days for mortals could be a thousand years in the eyes of the Sumeru people.

"Want to see the world?"

Liang Yue suddenly asked.

What is the Dao in the eyes of the Sumeru people?

(End of this chapter)