New Goal, Becoming a Saint's Disciple

The news that Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Tongtian Cult Master were accepting disciples fell upon the Primordial World like two massive meteors, instantly stirring up towering waves.

Countless living beings of the Primordial World erupted into a frenzy.

Primordial Heavenly Venerate and the Cult Master were of Pangu's orthodox lineage, Heavenly Dao Saints, and Personal Disciples of Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

If one could enter their sects, not only would one learn supreme Dao arts, but one would also gain a protective talisman in the peril-filled Primordial World and soar to greatness from then on.

For a time, countless living beings of the Primordial World set out one after another, flowing toward Kunlun Mountain like a hundred rivers converging upon the sea.

Above the Taihao Tribe, everyone's hearts and minds were shaken by this sudden imperial edict from the Saints.

Taihao Clan Leader was the first to recover from his shock. He abruptly gripped Li Qingxu's arm tightly and said excitedly, "Qingxu, this is Heaven's Will—Heaven's Will!!"

"You were just in need of an Enlightened Master when the Saints announced they were taking disciples. And two Saints spoke at once! Such an opportunity, unprecedented since ancient times, will surely affect the greater tide of the Primordial World!"

"If you can enter a Saint's sect and receive the Great Dao, your future will be limitless. Perhaps our Human Race may truly see a glimmer of hope for change!"

Previously, Taiqing Laozi had founded the Human Sect among the Human Race and accepted Xuandu as his Personal Disciple.

At the time, the Human Race had been overjoyed, believing they had finally found someone to rely on.

But after Taiqing Laozi took Grand Master Xuandu away, the Human Race's circumstances did not improve in the slightest. They still struggled to survive in the cracks between the Ten Thousand Races and were treated as blood food by the Demon Race.

Now that Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Tongtian Cult Master were broadly accepting disciples, if Li Qingxu could become a Saint's disciple, not only would his own safety be absolutely guaranteed, but he would also be able to shelter the entire Human Race in the future.

"Qingxu, opportunity does not come twice. You need not worry about us. Go and pursue your opportunity without hesitation."

The other elders also earnestly urged him.

"Alright."

"I'll go!"

Facing those pairs of eyes filled with expectation, Li Qingxu solemnly nodded.

A Saint accepting disciples was indeed an opportunity that came but once in ages. Once he became a Saint's disciple, he would practically have a death-exemption token until the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation. He would no longer need to live in constant fear, worrying that disaster might fall from the sky at any moment.

Moreover, the Witch-Demon Calamity was now nearing its end, and the Demon Race could slaughter the Human Race at any time to forge the Witch-Slaying Sword.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were both experts at the perfected Quasi-Saint realm. They also possessed Supreme Treasures such as the River Diagram and Luo Script and the Chaos Bell, making them immensely powerful.

Even with the Myriad Worlds Chat Group as his cheat, gaining enough strength in such a short time to contend against the entire Demon Court was almost nothing more than a fool's dream.

Therefore, only by entering a Saint's sect could he possibly borrow the Saint's prestige and help the Human Race evade this near-genocidal crisis.

Upon hearing this, Taihao Clan Leader heavily patted Li Qingxu on the shoulder and once again spoke earnestly.

"The journey to Kunlun Mountain is long, and danger will surely lurk everywhere. You must not let down your guard. Put your own safety above all else."

"Even if you fail to enter a Saint's sect, there is no need to be discouraged. The Taihao Tribe will always be your home."

Li Qingxu's heart warmed after hearing those heartfelt words.

For the Human Race to struggle for survival amid the Ten Thousand Races, then gradually become the Lord of Heaven and Earth, their unity truly far surpassed that of any other race.

After Taihao Clan Leader finished speaking, he took a drab Brocade Pouch from his robes and handed it to Li Qingxu.

"There are some medicinal herbs for treating injuries inside. Keep them with you—they may come in handy."

"And this staff is set with a strange wood-element stone. It counts as a Low-grade Postnatal Spirit Artifact. Take it with you for protection on the road."

The other elders also silently stepped forward, each taking out a few precious medicinal pellets they had long kept in reserve.

These Pills had dim luster and were not even properly shaped, yet they were life-saving items that the elders had been reluctant to use, saving them little by little over the years.

Such things were insignificant to the powerful races of the Primordial World, but to the Human Race of today, they were incomparably precious—almost the entire fortune the Taihao Tribe had accumulated over tens of thousands of years.

"Clan Leader, I'll accept these herbs, but there's no need for the rest. I'll simply be more careful on the road."

"You still need to protect the several million members of the tribe. You need these things more than I do."

Li Qingxu accepted the Brocade Pouch, then pushed everything else back.

"Alright."

Seeing Li Qingxu's firm attitude, Taihao Clan Leader did not force the matter.

The Primordial World was incomparably vast. Even though the Taihao Tribe and Kunlun Mountain were both located in the eastern Primordial World, they were still separated by countless millions of miles.

In order not to miss this opportunity, Li Qingxu gave a brief farewell and then, under the watchful eyes of several million members of the Taihao Tribe, embarked on his journey to Kunlun Mountain to seek a master.

Li Qingxu rode upon a White Cloud as the Mountains and Rivers and all things beneath him swept past in a blur, and he could not help but sigh inwardly.

This turn in fate had come awfully fast.

Not long ago, he had still been in a Stone House, worrying over his origins. In the blink of an eye, he had become "the hope of the entire village" and set foot on this long journey to seek a master and pursue the Dao.

"Right."

"I wonder how Ye Hei and the others are doing."

Li Qingxu suddenly thought of Ye Hei and the others in the Myriad Worlds Chat Group.

Although a hundred years was no more than the flick of a finger in the Primordial World, in other worlds, it might have brought earth-shaking changes.

When he sent a thread of consciousness into the Myriad Worlds Chat Group interface, he found messages rapidly flashing across the light screen. Ye Hei and the others were chatting.

[Ye Hei: @Emperor Yongle, are you Zhu Di? You have three sons—Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui—and also a fine imperial grandson, Zhu Zhanji?]

[Emperor Yongle: How did you know?!!]

[Ye Hei: To be honest, before I came to Burial Emperor Star, I lived in an era roughly six hundred years after yours.]

[Ye Hei: In the history books passed down in our later age, everything about you, "Emperor Yongle" Zhu Di, and your family—your campaigns against Mobei, the Voyages to the Western Oceans, and so on—was recorded in great detail.]

[Xiao Yan: Huh? Before I transmigrated to the Dou Qi Continent, I also lived six hundred years after the Ming dynasty.]

[Emperor Yongle: Since the later generations recorded it, could you two tell Us how the fortunes of Great Ming fared after Our death? Did Our descendants prove worthy?]

[Ye Hei: The history books state that you died at Yumuchuan during your fifth northern campaign. Zhu Gaochi ascended the throne, then died ten months later and passed it on to Zhu Zhanji. Zhu Zhanji then died after reigning for ten years, and then...]

[Emperor Yongle: And then what? Please tell Us, young friends.]

[Xiao Yan: Then Great Ming produced a God of War.]

[Emperor Yongle: A Great Ming God of War? Hahaha, worthy of Zhu blood! Tell Us, what achievements did he have to earn the title of God of War?]

[Xiao Yan: He personally led an army of five hundred thousand in an attempt to imitate your northern campaigns, only to be routed by fifty thousand Oirat soldiers. From then on, the Ming dynasty declined from its peak, and he himself was captured alive by the Oirats.]

[Emperor Yongle: What!]

[Ye Hei: Later, when the Oirats besieged the capital, they stripped him naked and had him ride a pig beneath the city walls. He was known as the Gate-Calling Son of Heaven.]

[Emperor Yongle: What!!]

[Xiao Yan: In the end, he was welcomed back to the capital and became the Retired Emperor. Then he launched the Duomen Incident and forced his younger brother, Zhu Qiyu, to death.]

[Ye Hei: Oh, right. He also had Yu Qian executed.]

[Emperor Yongle: My fine imperial grandson... Grandfather is going to perform a little operation on you.]