Meng Chen Plants Dao

After the small disturbance of Wu Liangzi's entry, the Chan Sect returned to calm. After all, none of the sage sects had been established long, and everyone was busy developing.

Meng Chen was the most cautious, even with Meng Zhang Divine Lord and Yuanshi Tianzun backing him.

The wrath of a Son of Heaven was certainly terrifying, but the anger of a common man could not be dismissed either.

People like Luo Hou, Gonggong, Di Jun, and Taiyi were not afraid of sages at all. Push them too far, and they would destroy heaven and earth just to prove a point.

Even those obscure great powers—if you touched their reverse scale, like killing an old mother's child or snatching a lovelorn man's Dao Companion—they would turn dark and fall to demonhood in an instant.

In the face of those who feared nothing, sages were merely stronger beings.

Sage Zhunti loved seeking treasures fated to him, but he never dared to rob Old Ancestor Styx of his possessions. He knew that if he tried, Old Ancestor Styx would go mad.

As long as the Blood Sea existed, Styx would not die. Not only was Old Ancestor Styx immortal, but he also had countless Blood God Sons. If he went berserk, the entire West would be finished.

Thus, Meng Chen would never flaunt his status as a sage's disciple to throw his weight around in the Primordial World. That wasn't showing off—it was asking for death.

Meng Chen entered various worlds and minor planes within Kunlun Mountain, taking on countless identities to comprehend the mysteries of the Dao of Fate.

The human race had already appeared in the Primordial World. Under the projection of the Heavenly Dao, humans were born in these minor worlds and planes as well. However, these projected humans were mere mortals with lifespans under a century, not even counting as acquired humans.

But precisely because these minor worlds and planes had humans, Meng Chen entered them to train.

Other races found it too difficult to gain wisdom, often taking hundreds or thousands of years to take form. Their lives were dull and monotonous—cultivating, hunting, fighting, mating... full of savagery.

Only humans experienced joy and sorrow, birth and death within a short hundred years. These experiences were often steeped in the traces of time and fate.

Through constant training, Meng Chen's understanding of the three laws—time, space, and fate—grew deeper and deeper, and his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds alongside his insights.

When Guang Chengzi and other Chan Sect disciples learned of Meng Chen's "strange" method of cultivation, they joined in one after another. After all, Meng Chen's cultivation far surpassed theirs, and they trusted him.

But their gains were far less than Meng Chen's.

Meng Chen was not a native of the Primordial World; the concepts of birth, aging, sickness, and death existed in his mind. These concepts allowed him to perfectly embody a mortal.

Guang Chengzi and the others were different. In this era, the Primordial World had no "aging."

"Sickness" did exist, but in the Primordial World, it meant going berserk, being injured, or poisoned.

Guang Chengzi and the others could not empathize with mortals. They could take on mortal appearances, but their hearts remained those of immortals.

After a while, Guang Chengzi and the others gave up. They felt that cultivating like Meng Chen was worse than just meditating in their Daoist Temple.

Meng Chen did not persuade or explain.

Everyone had their own suitable way of cultivation. Forcing one's own method onto others was nothing but arrogance.

This time, Meng Chen embodied a mortal in a minor world dominated by an agricultural civilization. His identity was an Old Codger, growing gourds at the foot of a mountain called Gourd Mountain.

He planted a vast field of gourds. During the growing season, the gourd racks were covered in gourds of every color—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

On the mountain peak, a green snake watched Meng Chen. Seeing him constantly watering the gourds, she found it boring. She flicked her tongue, then quickly slithered into a cave.

Inside the cave, a figure in a Black Cloak held a chain in both hands. The chain and the Black Cloak combined perfectly to mask his aura.

The green snake entered the cave and transformed into a sharp-chinned, seductive woman: "Who would have thought that the Chan Sect's Eldest Senior Brother would be stuck in this minor world growing gourds? What a disgrace to the Chan Sect. How could the Eldest Senior Brother lose to someone like this?"

"Hehe!"

The Black Cloak let out a sinister laugh. "Junior Sister, don't underestimate him. He's sealed his own power and turned into a mortal, which is why he hasn't noticed us. If he unleashed his power, the treasures on us might not be enough to hide from his senses."

The green snake was unconvinced. She placed the Ominous Omen between herself and the Black Cloak, channeled her power, and pressed a dense aura against him.

The Black Cloak refused to back down. He straightened his body and began to contend with the green snake.

Anger flickered in the green snake's eyes: "Senior Brother, you've gone too far! Today, I'll settle this with you!"

While the two Disciples of Intercepting Teaching were hiding in the cave making Hate, a new change occurred on Meng Chen's side.

Pop!

A breeze swept across the fields, and the gourds in the field seemed to wake up. Thousands of gourds wobbled and shook, making a "duang duang duang" sound.

Every gourd began to glow and shine. Finally, all the gourds exploded simultaneously. Countless scriptures and insights burst forth from the gourds.

These scriptures and insights were planted by Meng Chen himself. In spring, he planted the insights of spring; in autumn, he harvested these scriptures and insights.

Meng Chen opened his mouth and inhaled like a whale drinking water, drawing all the scriptures and insights into his Primordial Spirit. In an instant, the three laws—time, space, and fate—reached completion, merging with his essence, energy, and spirit.

"This minor world cannot withstand the power of a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal. I need to leave."

Knowing he was about to break through, Meng Chen casually pulled open a spatial gate, stepped through, and returned to the Primordial World.

The two Disciples of Intercepting Teaching were still making Hate, completely oblivious to heaven and earth. They ignored all the commotion outside. Nothing was more important than pleasure.

By the time they finished, there was no trace of Meng Chen to be seen.

As Meng Chen left the minor world, Our Lady of Wudang received an Imprint Sword Talisman. She tapped it open, and a light screen rose, playing the scene of the two Disciples of Intercepting Teaching following Meng Chen and making Hate right under his nose.

Seeing this, Our Lady of Wudang's face darkened to the extreme. She nearly choked on her own blood from rage.

"To do something so shameless in front of a Chan Sect disciple, utterly disgracing the Intercepting Teaching. And they were supposed to be tracking Daoist Meng Chen—yet they still mated under those circumstances. It seems I have no choice but to use lethal means!"