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Chapter 613 The Three Pure Ones (Part 3)

Back in the only surviving thatched hut, Li San's thoughts churned and churned within his head like a pot of boiling molten iron.

He thought about it for a long time.

The teacher's unfathomable power was enough to wipe out a city and change the minds of a group of ordinary people with the flick of his finger; it was as easy as turning his hand.

But he didn't do that, because it would have been pointless.

It's meaningless...

The phrase echoed repeatedly in Li San's mind, interspersed with the image of the innocent yet eerie smile on the young man's face in that captive village.

A forced change of mindset is like a rootless duckweed, which will scatter with the slightest breeze.

Only a yearning from the depths of the soul, an anger from the very marrow of the blood, can give rise to true power, and enable a kneeling race to learn to stand again.

Just like the three brothers.

The teacher only gave them a seed called "Power," but what made this seed sprout was the image of the eldest brother's dead back, Ahua's desperate eyes, and the wails of her clansmen when they were slaughtered.

It was hatred, humiliation, and the roar of defiance against being mere prey that fueled the power within them.

These days, Zhang Qi didn't teach them any more moves. Instead, he gave them many bamboo slips with inscriptions, asking them to teach the surviving members of their tribe to read and to tell them stories they had never heard before.

In the story, humans are not livestock, but the primates of heaven and earth; they build magnificent cities, wear beautiful silks, and create brilliant civilizations.

At first, Li San was puzzled.

How can these empty stories withstand the slaughter of all races?

Until that afternoon, he saw in the eyes of several children something that the numb adults lacked—something called hope.

In that instant, Li San clearly felt his heart being violently struck.

He got it.

Civilization is that seed.

The endless suffering inflicted by all races is the cruelest yet most effective fertilizer.

When people know what they "should" be like, and that they are not born to be domesticated and devoured, then the will to resist will sprout in their hearts.

And this will is the spark that ignites [power].

He found what he was meant to do.

It's not just about revenge, not just about smashing the heads of those scumbags of all races with your fists.

He also wants to be the one who sows the seeds of fire.

He wanted to travel all over this ancient continent, find all his enslaved and domesticated compatriots, bring the light of civilization to them, and tell them—humans are not livestock!

The moment this thought took root in his heart and became incredibly clear and firm, Li San felt a strange change occurring within his body.

That violent force stemming from anger and hatred seemed to be channeled and guided by something gentler and more resilient.

He opened his palm, and a wisp of extremely faint yet pure blue aura rose slowly from his palm like a gossamer thread, coiling around his fingertips.

This aura carried an indescribable vitality and Daoist charm, and wherever it passed, even the lingering smell of blood in the air seemed to be diluted.

Jade Green Qi.

Li San stared blankly at the wisp of green mist, the violence and madness in his heart were quietly soothed, and replaced by an unprecedented firmness and clarity.

With this unusual change in mind, he immediately went to consult Zhang Qi.

"This thing can be called the light of the soul. It is the embodiment of a being's essence, energy, spirit, and even will and beliefs; it is the manifestation of your 'self.' The fact that you can awaken it means that you have found your own path."

Zhang Qi looked at the blue aura swirling around his fingertips, and a smile appeared on his calm face.

My own path...

Li San looked down at his hands. These hands had once dug up grass roots and tree bark, gripped stone spears to stab wild beasts, helplessly pounded the ground, and even smashed the head of an enemy.

From this day forward, it will sow the seeds of fire, igniting a raging inferno. Its gaze held an unprecedented firmness.

The next day, before dawn, Li San packed his bags.

He bid farewell to Zhang Qi and his brothers, as he was about to travel across this vast, ancient continent to do what he was supposed to do.

"Third brother, we'll go with you."

Li Er and Li Si exchanged a glance, without the slightest hesitation.

They are brothers; they should stand together through life and death.

Zhang Qi looked at the three young men who were about to embark on their journey, nodded, and smiled with satisfaction.

He raised his hand and waved, and three streams of light entered the bodies of the three people respectively.

It was an ancient jade pendant containing a wealth of knowledge, not only cultivation techniques and martial arts, but also many philosophical books.

"Go."

Zhang Qi looked at them and gave them the final lesson of this journey.
"Remember, if you can't win, run. As long as you're alive, there's hope."

The three nodded heavily, took one last look at the village that had buried their past and given them new life, and then turned and disappeared into the boundless morning mist.

Zhang Qi stood there, watching them leave, a hint of emotion in his eyes.

Now that his business here is done, it's time for him to move on to the next place.

He opened his hand, and an ancient scroll appeared out of thin air.

The scroll was made of an unknown animal hide, with yellowed edges, exuding a sense of age and wear.

It is covered with incredibly intricate and profound patterns, as if they encompass the ultimate principles of heaven and earth.

This is the treasure he has crafted over the years, using fragments of that mysterious "tower" as its core—[Simulated Heavenly Dao].

Of course, it can also be called the "Investiture of the Gods"...

The cultivation system in this world is extremely unique.

In other worlds, cultivators need to expend endless effort to construct a divine body or Dharma body capable of observing the Great Dao and verifying the laws of magic.

But in this world, the existence of the "Tower" itself is equivalent to an omnipresent super observation device, clearly presenting the model of the Great Dao to all living beings.

Therefore, practitioners here only need to frantically accumulate their own "computing power" to unleash unimaginable power.

Zhang Qi has integrated the power of "himself" from countless worlds, and has already advanced the path of cultivation to the realm of Hunyuan Daluo.

His initial plan was to use the fragments of the tower as a foundation to build a pseudo-divine model that covered the entire multiverse.

This magical artifact has three core functions.

Firstly, it is to completely sever the connection between that terrifying being known as the "Snake" and the Heavenly Dao of this world.

Secondly, it was used to deal with the "Kunpeng," which existed outside of time and all possibilities and even he found troublesome.

Thirdly, it was an attempt to replace the serpent's Investiture of the Gods and gain control over all races.

Although the "Investiture of the Gods" is still far from being fully completed, at least there is hope.

As he thought this, a wisp of pure jade-green energy emerged from the void, the very same wisp that Li Sanming had emitted when he comprehended his own Dao.

As if drawn by a force, the wisp of energy slowly drifted down and merged into the scroll.

The patterns on the scroll visibly brightened.

Immediately afterwards, a Tai Chi Bagua symbol slowly unfurled in the center of the scroll. After the light faded, a new, faint yet incredibly clear tiny point of light lit up on the vast scroll.

That is where the next human hero will be born...

(End of this chapter)