"???"
Minghe.
"Granting you the method to attain Mythological Status: should you one day reach the summit, you will become the progenitor of the Way of Slaughter across the boundless heavens and limitless worlds. All the heavens' Way of Slaughter will revere you. You will be its master, its source. With a single thought, the Way of Slaughter will arise through you; with a single thought, it will perish through you."
"You emerged from the Sea of Blood. If I'm not mistaken, you've already started thinking about refining it into your clones, so that as long as the Sea of Blood remains, you cannot die?"
Di Jun got straight to the point.
Minghe certainly hadn't refined the Sea of Blood into Blood God Sons yet, but there was no doubt he'd already had the idea—and might even have started putting it into practice.
After all, the Sea of Blood was boundless and immeasurably vast. In terms of area, it far exceeded the entire universe where Di Jun had lived in his previous life. One could only imagine how long it would take to refine.
If Minghe hadn't started by then, the Minghe of later generations wouldn't have been able to refine the entire Sea of Blood all at once.
Minghe had just heard a great deal, and there was a lot to process. At Di Jun's words, he nodded instinctively.
"Unfortunately, your vision is still too narrow. What good is simply refining the Sea of Blood? Even if you use it to make clones, all you'd do is leave your mark on it, allowing you to resurrect through the Sea of Blood."
Di Jun chuckled.
"???"
Minghe froze.
I'm bold enough to refine the entire Sea of Blood, and my vision is still too narrow?
Then what would count as broad enough???
"Since you've already considered refining the Sea of Blood, why not truly make it your clone—a clone that can cultivate on its own and remains under your control?"
Di Jun smiled.
"How could I do that? I could, but I'd have to divide my immortal consciousness into countless trillions upon trillions of fragments. My immortal consciousness would be incomplete, and even if I created clones, my true self would be severely weakened."
Minghe started to speak, then stopped.
"Using your own thoughts to form clones is difficult. But what if you used the Great Dao? Divide your Dao Fruit, imprint a thread of the Great Dao's source into each clone. They don't need much thought or direction—instinct alone will do. For example, cultivating."
"Splitting yourself apart may reduce your cultivation and strength at first. But the Sea of Blood can restore your strength as it gathers back together. And with countless trillions of clones cultivating the Way of Slaughter at once, how much could your cultivation increase?"
"When all those insights and understandings converge, how much might your Dao Fruit improve?"
Di Jun spoke unhurriedly.
"!!!"
Minghe's pupils contracted. His mind reeled, and his scalp prickled.
Holy crap!!!
Turn the Dao Fruit into clones?
Entrust countless clones with pieces of your Dao Fruit and have them cultivate?
What kind of concept was that!
That was terrifying as hell!!!
My vision really is too narrow.
I was thinking too small—my vision really was too narrow!!!
"That is the first step, the beginning. You can think of it as the entry stage. Since this is the Mythological Law, it naturally can't end there."
Di Jun spoke slowly.
"???"
Minghe's heart had been racing, but at those words his breath caught, and he was left dumbfounded.
And this was only the entry stage???
Just how terrifying was this so-called Mythological Law?
Minghe suddenly understood why the Heavenly Court seemed to undergo earth-shaking changes every so often, and why Nuwa and the others were so extraordinary and unfathomable.
Tsk. If I were in their shoes, I could do it too!
"First, evolve clones and gather countless trillions of them to cultivate the Way of Slaughter together. Once you've mastered this first step, you can officially begin your mythological cultivation."
"At the summit, as I said, you will be the source, progenitor, and master of the Way of Slaughter. All paths of slaughter will arise from you; all Great Daos and systems will be derived from you, all the way down to their origin. That is the concept—transcending existence and standing above all dimensions and thought."
"What you must do is first use your clones to comprehend the Way of Slaughter. But comprehension has its limits. Once you reach the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm, you'll have reached that limit. At that point, you must begin the next step: convergence!"
"Converge your clones; converge yourself! Prove slaughter through slaughter! Prove the Dao through the Dao! Expand from zero into the immeasurable, then converge the immeasurable back into zero. Gather all your clones and destroy them all; converge the entire Way of Slaughter within yourself. Thus, through subtraction, you reach emptiness, and you yourself become the source."
"By then, your Way of Slaughter will reach an unimaginable level, and you'll have set foot in the true Mythological Domain. As for the next step, first finish this one. Telling you too much at once may not be a good thing."
Di Jun spoke calmly.
"!!!"
Minghe.
Impossible to believe!
Impossible to imagine!
Mythology!
Mythology!!!
Minghe's mind reeled. Those two words were all that remained in his thoughts. His usually stern face was filled with shock, and it was as if his entire persona had crumbled in that instant.
"Minghe pays his respects to Your Majesty!"
After a moment of silence, Minghe went down on one knee and spoke with ringing conviction.
Given Minghe's pride, he wouldn't have knelt just for the sake of pledging allegiance. But Di Jun had granted him the grace of a path to enlightenment, something far beyond what a teacher and student could share. And Di Jun was so unfathomable that it was only natural for Minghe to kneel.
It was just as it had been with Fuxi and the others in the past. None of them were fools. Fellow cultivators? Contemporaries? If one person had truly gained limitless potential, how could they still be considered peers? Naturally, one should follow them. Thinking that one could not set aside one's pride just because they were contemporaries—that was what would make someone a fool.
"Good."
A smile touched Di Jun's face as he nodded. He hadn't been particularly surprised by Minghe's pledge of loyalty.
"When the Heavenly Court goes to war, our forces will need a commander. You will take that role. For now, order in the Primordial Wilderness is unsettled, and the Heavenly Court has yet to fully bring it under its sway. The surrounding divisions are not yet in place. When the Heavenly Court formally establishes its authority, I will appoint you to a new post."
"I have already passed down the Mythological Cultivation System throughout the Heavenly Court. I've also informed Taiyi. You may seek him out later to learn about the Mythological System. If you have any questions about the Heavenly Court, you can ask Taiyi as well."
Di Jun spoke slowly.
"I obey Your Majesty's decree."
Minghe replied respectfully. After a brief hesitation, he asked, "Your Majesty, there's something I don't understand. The Heavenly Court's foundations are so formidable. Why not eliminate the Purple Mansion, leaving it as a target instead? With the Heavenly Court's strength now, there's no need to hide or bide our time, is there?"
Before, he hadn't known. Now that he knew about the Mythological Law, how could Minghe not understand how terrifying the Heavenly Court was? That left him baffled. With strength like this, why not unify the Primordial Wilderness? What were they waiting for?
"Heh. The waters of the Primordial Wilderness aren't as simple as you think. That's enough. If there's anything you don't understand, ask Taiyi. I need to go into seclusion."
Di Jun chuckled.
"Yes, I take my leave."
At that, Minghe suppressed his doubts, rose, bowed, and withdrew.
"Finish refining the plans for what comes next, then switch to the Mythological System and start deducing the later realms of the Method of Mythological Imperial Dynasty. There's still so much to do. We need to hurry."
Watching Minghe leave, Di Jun let out a breath, his gaze deep and distant. As countless thoughts passed through his mind, he slowly closed his eyes.
The curtain had already risen. Now they had to make the most of their time!!!
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