Primordial Era: Yang Jian Becomes a Saint, My Master Can't Keep a Low Profile

A scripture seemed to sense the presence of this purple energy and let out a joyful cry before vanishing from its spot.

Di Xin felt something unusual and immediately opened his eyes. He noticed a book had appeared in his hand.

"Just as I suspected! This Scripture Pavilion is truly wondrous!"

Di Xin exclaimed softly and then opened the book.

Instantly, a flood of memories surged into his mind, and images appeared before his eyes.

The scene before him was still the mortal realm, but unlike what he knew, it was currently ruled by endless Immortals, Gods, and Demons.

The Human Race had been reduced to the lowest of races, enslaved.

Seeing this, Di Xin was filled with rage. "Damn it, has the Human Race truly fallen to such a state!"

He immediately began to examine it closely and then witnessed the cruel lives the Human Race endured.

He saw countless people dying daily from exhaustion, starvation, and illness.

The so-called high and mighty Gods, Immortals, and Demons turned a blind eye to this situation, only caring that if the humans died out, they would have no one to serve them.

The more Di Xin read, the angrier he became, but all he could do was watch, unable to stop any of it.

However, it wasn't long before the scene changed. A man emerged from the Human Race, established a Holy Dynasty, and gathered immense human destiny.

Thus, the Human Race began to rise, and they started to fight back.

With destiny on their side, experts emerged from the Human Race in droves. Coupled with the leadership of that man, the Human Race achieved great victories.

Finally, facing the powerful Human Race, the Immortals and Gods were defeated, and the Human Race finally overthrew their rule.

"Good!"

Upon reaching this point, Di Xin couldn't help but clap his hands, his heart filled with indescribable exhilaration.

The image vanished, and a scripture appeared in Di Xin's hand.

Di Xin quickly opened the scripture, knowing it must be closely related to the scene he had just witnessed.

"Human Emperor Art!"

As the three large characters appeared, Di Xin was captivated. Furthermore, after the scripture, there was a Holy Dynasty forging system.

"This is!"

Di Xin exclaimed. Wasn't this exactly the scripture he had been searching for?

Currently, the destiny of the Human Race was being divided by the Saints, causing the Human Race to be unable to rise and suffer constant bullying.

With this Holy Dynasty system, perhaps the Human Race could reclaim its destiny and even overthrow the Saints!

As soon as this thought appeared in Di Xin's mind, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Even he himself found the idea terrifying.

Saints were the object of faith for cultivators throughout the Primordial Era. The idea of overthrowing Saints had never occurred to anyone before.

But now, a viable method lay before him, leaving Di Xin in awe.

"Just who is Master? Such a scripture, it already carries a hint of defiance against the Heavenly Dao. Could it be that Master can also deal with the Heavenly Dao?"

Cold sweat streamed down Di Xin's face. Initially, although he had seen Chen Changsheng's extraordinary nature, he had only thought Chen Changsheng was a powerful being who had cultivated to immortality in the Primordial Era.

But now, he realized his Master might not be that simple. Just this one scripture, if taken outside, would likely instill fear even in Saints.

With a scripture like the Human Emperor Art, Di Xin was naturally very satisfied.

Without further thought, he immediately sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate in the Scripture Pavilion.

Because Di Xin possessed imperial aura, and the Human Emperor Art was a scripture befitting a Human Emperor.

Even Di Xin didn't notice that as he cultivated, the purple energy on his body was rhythmically pulsing with his practice.

Chen Changsheng, in the Longevity Palace, saw that Di Xin had not come out and wasn't too worried.

This second disciple was the future Human Emperor. If his destiny were poor, then the destiny of the entire Human Race would likely have declined to a terrifying level.

A day later, Chen Changsheng was completely at ease.

"A day has passed. It seems my second disciple has found his scripture and has officially begun cultivating!"

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes. Since cultivation had begun, all he needed to do now was wait for Di Xin's strength to increase and feed back to him.

With that thought, he also sat down cross-legged.

As there were no other matters at hand and he didn't plan to go out anytime soon, he began to meditate like his two disciples.

"Ding!"

"Congratulations to the host, your second disciple has broken through to the Void Returning Realm, and the host's cultivation has advanced to the late Golden Immortal stage!"

Upon receiving this notification, Chen Changsheng smiled with satisfaction.

As expected, he had reached the Void Returning Realm in just one year. His second disciple's talent likely surpassed even Yang Jian's.

Sensing the spiritual energy within him, Chen Changsheng chuckled.

"Now that I've reached the late Golden Immortal stage, it won't be long before I can reach the Taiyi Realm. These two disciples truly bring me honor!"