Protagonist? Tianwu Realm! A Pawn Left Behind

"Oh? Excellent. This Seat has no objections."

East King Duke's eyes were deep as he spoke with a smile.

"Good."

Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly. "The Heavenly Court grows powerful. If this continues, it will only become harder for Your Majesty to contend for the Primordial Realm. We should draft a plan for the War Against Heaven as soon as possible. What does Your Majesty think?"

"Soon, soon. The Purple Mansion is in a period of transformation, and my cultivation has not yet reached its peak. Coincidentally, Fellow Daoist Mosquito also needs to cultivate. Let us set a Kalpa as the deadline. After one Kalpa, the Purple Mansion will raise an army to attack the Heavenly Court. What does Fellow Daoist think?"

East King Duke said with a cheerful laugh.

"Excellent."

The Heavenly Realm, Heavenly Emperor Palace.

Di Jun slowly opened his eyes. Within his gaze, it seemed as though universes were born and myriad realms were destroyed, as if myths were reweaving the mysteries of the Great Dao. His aura was profound and ethereal, like an abyss or an ocean. Though his transformation was not yet complete, he already bore a hint of sublime and immortal majesty.

Footsteps sounded as Minghe entered with the Young Man, along with Taiyi, Fuxi, Kunpeng, Randeng, and Nuwa.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

They bowed in salute. The somewhat bewildered Young Man instinctively followed suit, while inwardly, his shock was beyond words or description.

A single glance made him feel as if he could fall at any moment. In a daze, he seemed to see billions of worlds supporting behind him, as if countless trillions of beings were chanting in waves, and even time and space seemed difficult to approach or touch. How strong was this? Heavenly Emperor? An emperor of Heaven? Sigh.

"Rise."

Di Jun gestured, then turned his gaze to the Young Man and reached out with a grab. In an instant, ripples appeared in the void, and a blood-red bead materialized in Di Jun's hand.

"How interesting."

With a light chuckle, Di Jun mused to himself: "A Child of Fortune? Or a protagonist?"

Carrying a Golden Finger, having transmigrated from another world—if this wasn't a Child of Fortune, what was? Observing his fortune, it was not weak, already comparable to a Primordial Great Power, though still inferior to the top-tier Primordial Great Powers.

But perhaps because he had been caught, his originally flourishing fortune had begun to waver.

"Strengthening blood and qi, causing blood and qi to circulate more, allowing it to refine the blood and qi level—if placed in the Primordial Realm, it could reach the level of a top-grade Postnatal Spirit Treasure."

Sensing the condition of the blood-red bead, Di Jun thought to himself.

In the Primordial Realm, treasures were divided into Spirit Treasures and Ultimate Treasures. Below that were the unranked, or Immortal Artifacts, and above that was the Chaos Grade. So-called Postnatal and Prenatal were essentially the same in nature, not as some Primordial Realm novels described, where Prenatal treasures were stronger than Postnatal ones.

After all, the essence of the difference was simply that one was created postnatally and the other was born prenatally. Aside from perhaps higher potential, there was no distinction at the same level.

For example, treasures containing up to twenty-nine Dao Marks were Postnatal Spirit Treasures or Prenatal Spirit Treasures, while those containing up to forty-nine Dao Marks were Postnatal Ultimate Treasures or Prenatal Ultimate Treasures.

So-called Dao Marks were traces of the Dao, also known as the rules of the Great Dao, imprints extended from a single Great Dao. How many Dao Marks a treasure had represented how many Dao authorities it possessed.

Prenatal treasures, aside from having higher potential than Postnatal ones and the ability to transform and advance, had no other differences. This point needed no further elaboration.

"Judging by the situation, he seems to be a native? Not a Transmigrator from a world like Earth who crossed into a cultivation world and then into the Primordial Realm."

Di Jun mused thoughtfully.

After a flurry of thoughts, he suppressed them. Di Jun flicked his finger, and the remnant soul stored within the blood-red bead was uncontrollably drawn out into the hall.

Spiritual energy surged, and the originally illusory remnant soul rapidly solidified. An elderly man with a weathered face appeared in the hall.

"I'm resurrected? No, it's that my soul body's strength is nearly physical!"

The old man raised his hands in confusion, then froze before quickly realizing what had happened. His face filled with shock, and only one thought remained in his mind: Supreme!

With a casual gesture, he had been restored from a remnant soul to normal, and his soul had even been strengthened to a physical form. What kind of power was this if not supreme?

"Zhang Yao thanks Your Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor, for this grace."

The old man, or rather Zhang Yao, knelt down and called out respectfully.

"Imperial We trust you know what We wish to know. You will speak."

Considering that they belonged to different planes with different rules and Daos, rashly using soul search might cause unnecessary factors and changes, Di Jun's gaze fell on Zhang Yao as he spoke slowly.

Of course, if lies or incorrect information were detected, soul search would be used immediately. At worst, the two would perish, which would be of no great consequence.

"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor, may this junior ask what you would do to our world if you knew of it? Please rest assured, this junior is not threatening you; this junior merely wishes to ask. If you are unwilling to answer, you need not."

Zhang Yao said cautiously.

"Suppress your plane, then incorporate your plane into the order of Our Heavenly Realm, making it a subsidiary plane extended by Our Heavenly Realm."

Di Jun said unhurriedly.

The Heavenly Court was just beginning. This was only a start. One day, all of the All Heavens and Myriad Realms would become subsidiaries of the Heavenly Court, with only the Heavenly Court being supreme, and only the Heavenly Court being eternal!

"Yes."

Hearing this, Zhang Yao breathed a sigh of relief.

After weighing his words, Zhang Yao immediately spoke: "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Heavenly Emperor, our world is called the Tianwu Realm. It develops martial arts and cultivates the physical body. The strong can chase stars and seize the moon, while the weak can extend their lifespans. The cultivation system is—"

As he spoke, Di Jun raised a hand to interrupt. "Imperial We has no interest in such details. You need only say what the ultimate realm of cultivation in your plane is."

With that, Di Jun first condensed the aura of the Primordial Realm's Earth Immortal Realm, then the Heavenly Immortal Realm, the True Immortal Realm, and so on in sequence.

"Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, this junior, when alive, was among the very peak of the Tianwu Realm. As far as this junior knows, the strongest in the Tianwu Realm is the eighth realm's aura you just simulated."

"However, our Tianwu Realm also has a legend of a Sovereign, a realm higher than the eighth you simulated—likely the ninth."

Sensing the aura Di Jun had simulated, Zhang Yao spoke cautiously.

"Quasi-Saint Realm and Hunyuan Realm, that fits the standard of a Middle Thousand Level world. Sovereign? Hunyuan? That realm likely no one has reached yet—it should be this little one's future realm. Mm, the future in the original trajectory."

Hearing Zhang Yao's words, a sharp glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes as he pondered thoughtfully.

"Once the Heavenly Court suppresses the Tianwu Realm, Imperial We will have someone send you back. From now on, the Tianwu Realm is a subordinate plane of Our Heavenly Realm. If one day you can reach this so-called Sovereign realm, you may ascend into the Heavenly Realm and become Imperial We's subjects."

"Since you have entered Our realm, there is some karmic fate. I grant you both a cultivation technique—strive to train diligently."

Raising a hand, two divine lights sank into the brows of Zhang Yao and the Young Man. Di Jun's expression was calm as he spoke slowly.