Huang Tian Visits Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi Doubts His Life!

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"My name is Huang Tian, and I come from the Shore of the East Sea."

Smiling as he looked at Zhenyuanzi, Huang Tian spoke indifferently.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and Zhenyuanzi looked at Huang Tian with uncertainty and suspicion.

Wuzhuang Temple could almost be said to be located in the middle ground between Buzhou Mountain and the Shore of the East Sea.

The direction Huang Tian came from was definitely Buzhou Mountain, yet he claimed to be from the Shore of the East Sea.

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Combining this with the frequently occurring anomalies of late, Zhenyuanzi had his suspicions, but he dared not be certain.

After all, the human race had only been born for eight hundred thousand years; it was impossible for them to produce a terrifying existence like Huang Tian, whom even he could not see through.

"Since you have come, fellow Daoist, it is fate."

"Why not enter Wuzhuang Temple, and you and I can discuss the Dao?"

After a moment of thought, Zhenyuanzi smiled and invited Huang Tian.

From the Golden Immortal realm onwards, practicing in isolation was no longer sufficient.

Constantly sparring and discussing the Dao with peers of equal strength was the recognized way to rapidly improve one's realm.

It was just that at Zhenyuanzi's level, there were not many people qualified to discuss the Dao with him.

Huang Tian was one of those few.

"Very well."

Nodding, Huang Tian did not refuse.

Compared to Zhenyuanzi, Huang Tian actually needed to discuss the Dao with peers of equal strength even more.

Throughout his journey, in just eighty years, Huang Tian had been fumbling and fighting his way forward all on his own.

"Qingfeng, Mingyue, go pick some Ginseng Fruit; I intend to treat our fellow Daoist well."

Waving his hand, Zhenyuanzi gave the instruction softly.

Afterward, Zhenyuanzi led Huang Tian into the interior of Wuzhuang Temple, where two prayer mats were arranged in order of host and guest.

Huang Tian and Zhenyuanzi sat down one after the other, and Qingfeng and Mingyue brought up a few Ginseng Fruits.

The Ginseng Fruit Tree was one of the ten supreme Innate Spiritual Roots of the Prehistoric world since the opening of the heavens.

Just by smelling the Ginseng Fruit it bore, one could live for three hundred and sixty years.

Eating one allowed one to live for forty-seven thousand years.

Beyond extending one's lifespan, the Ginseng Fruit could also solidify one's Dao foundation and assist in cultivation.

For those below the Daluo realm, consuming the Ginseng Fruit was effective.

For cultivators at the Daluo realm and above, consuming the Ginseng Fruit was no different from eating ordinary spiritual fruit; it was merely for the taste.

"The Great Calamity of Lich is approaching, and the fighting between the two clans has intensified recently."

"With your realm, fellow Daoist, why leave your cave dwelling and appear as if you are traveling the world?"

After a long while, seeing that Huang Tian was not getting to the point, Zhenyuanzi could not help but take the initiative to ask.

Hearing this, Huang Tian looked deeply at Zhenyuanzi, feeling a sense of lament.

A tribulation was a great disaster, but also a great opportunity.

Take Hongjun, for example; he actively entered the game, experienced the great calamities time and again, lived until now, and could even stand on par with the Heavenly Dao.

Zhenyuanzi's foundation in certain aspects was even above the Three Pure Ones; he was definitely the number one person beneath the Six Sages of the Profound Gate.

It was a pity that Zhenyuanzi's personality was timid, and he always hid in Wuzhuang Temple to avoid the world.

Later on, even someone like Haotian, a mere boy under Hongjun, could ride on top of Zhenyuanzi.

How pathetic.

Cultivators were meant to fight against heaven for their lives and seize that sliver of opportunity.

"The Lich Tribulation, whether I wish for it or not, is something I cannot avoid."

Looking at Zhenyuanzi with burning eyes, Huang Tian said calmly.

"Why?"

Zhenyuanzi asked in confusion.

"My name is Huang Tian, and I come from the Shore of the East Sea."

"Fellow Daoist may also address me as the leader of the human race."

Looking at Zhenyuanzi, Huang Tian continued.

"Hiss!!"

"Fellow Daoist, you aren't joking with me, are you?"

"Eight hundred thousand years ago, Nuwa created humanity and attained sainthood."

"Eight hundred thousand years—for a Daluo being, that is barely the time it takes to complete a few sessions of closed-door cultivation."

"The human race, a post-celestial species created by Nuwa, possesses such humble origins. How could they possibly be beyond my ability to fathom!"

Hearing this, Zhenyuanzi's pupils dilated. He looked at Huang Tian in disbelief, unable to stop himself from gasping.

"The human race was born in accordance with the tides of fate."

"Furthermore, I feared no danger, braving the Lich Tribulation to travel across the four corners of the world."

"Having endured all manner of trials and tempering myself constantly between life and death, I have achieved what I have today."

"A tribulation does not exclusively mean disaster, especially not for beings like you and me."

"Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi, if you do not awaken now, when will you?"

Watching Zhenyuanzi slowly open his mouth, Huang Tian infused his final sentence with his own blood essence. It rang out like a thunderclap, deafening and profound.

Zhenyuanzi stared at Huang Tian in astonishment, his mind feeling a shock unlike anything he had ever experienced.

He had originally believed that hiding away in Wuzhuang Temple was the best way to deal with the tribulation.

But now, Zhenyuanzi began to doubt his entire outlook on life.

In a mere eight hundred thousand years, a post-celestial species had managed to rival him simply because they dared to face the Lich Tribulation head-on?

"Boom!"

The next moment, a thick, heavy aura of Earth element surged from Zhenyuanzi's body, rising toward the heavens.

Wanshou Mountain trembled, and Wuzhuang Temple shook.

Zhenyuanzi's aura surged like a tidal wave, causing the heavens and earth to change color and tremble in awe.

"It seems you are not beyond saving."

Seeing this, Huang Tian could not help but offer his approval to Zhenyuanzi.

Although Zhenyuanzi's cultivation realm remained at the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint, his state of mind had sublimated; breaking through to the late-stage of Quasi-Saint would now be as natural as water flowing into a channel.

"I thank Fellow Daoist Huang Tian for your guidance!"

Exhaling a long breath, a recovered Zhenyuanzi looked at Huang Tian with a solemn and grateful gaze.

If not for Huang Tian's wake-up call, he would have continued to sink deeper into his blind complacency, and it would have been too late to realize his error later.

"This is the karma between us, Fellow Daoist Zhenyuanzi; there is no need for such formalities."

His gaze like a torch, Huang Tian smiled at Zhenyuanzi.

Nuwa and Laozi had watched coldly from the sidelines as the human race was slaughtered.

Only Zhenyuanzi, despite gaining nothing from the humans, had been willing to show them pity and offer a measure of protection.

For such character alone, Huang Tian felt that helping Zhenyuanzi elevate his state of mind was a worthwhile investment.

"To enter the tribulation with a frail body and disregard life and death—Fellow Daoist Huang Tian, you truly possess a magnificent spirit."

Nodding, Zhenyuanzi looked at Huang Tian with deep emotion, praising him from the bottom of his heart.

In truth, who did not know that great disasters were accompanied by great opportunities?

Yet, how many dared to risk a nine-in-ten chance of death to gamble for that sliver of destiny?

Therefore, Zhenyuanzi was no longer surprised that Huang Tian had achieved a level comparable to his own in a mere eight hundred thousand years; he found it only natural.

"I was molded by the Holy Mother. In the beginning, I had nothing, not even clothes to cover my body."

"Relying only on a heart full of courage, I have walked to where I am today."

"With your great fortune and destiny, Fellow Daoist, if you were to step out of Wuzhuang Temple, you might well secure a great opportunity."

"After all, time is supreme, but space reigns king."

Looking at Zhenyuanzi with burning eyes, Huang Tian guided him step by step.

With the defensive power of the Earth Book alone, no being other than a Saint could ever hope to hold Zhenyuanzi back.

"You!"

"How does Fellow Daoist Huang Tian know that I have cultivated the Law of Space?"

"Even my closest friend, Hong Yun, has never known of this."

Zhenyuanzi, who had been quite composed, was so shocked by Huang Tian's final sentence that he could no longer remain seated.

He did not leave Wuzhuang Temple simply because he did not want to, not because he lacked the ability.

The world believed that the strongest beneath the Saints must be either the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who held the Chaos Bell, or someone wielding the Taiji Diagram.

After all, the Taiji Diagram and the Chaos Bell were both among the three supreme treasures of the creation.

Yet, no one knew that Zhenyuanzi—who possessed the Earth Book and had cultivated the Law of Space to a profound level—was the true, hidden strongest being beneath the Saints!