One day, the King of Creation returned to the Eternal Immortal Realm for some matters. The young man searched every inch of the nearby land, turned over every mountain and river, and asked every cultivator he had ever met.
No.
There was nothing there.
"Senior... were you kidnapped?"
The boy stood atop the mountain, his eyes bloodshot, his aura surging wildly.
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind, each one fueling a surge of murderous intent within him.
Although the senior is discreet and keeps a low profile, he is ultimately old. What if he encounters enemies, or what if he is targeted by some Grand Trend...?
The boy dared not think any further.
He started investigating.
They investigated each sect one by one, and overturned each force one by one.
He spent three years finally finding a clue.
There exists an extremely powerful Underground Force in this world that specializes in abducting reclusive masters and extracting their cultivation essence to cultivate their own cultivators.
Someone saw an old man being taken away by them.
The boy's murderous intent surged.
He didn't hesitate, didn't wait, and didn't seek any help.
one person.
A knife.
They stormed into that faction's stronghold!
That battle lasted for three days and three nights!
The boy was covered in blood, with countless wounds on his body. He had fought his way through seven levels of the underground palace, killed three thousand powerful warriors, and slaughtered all the powerful members of that faction!
Finally, he stood before the leader of that faction.
"Where's that old man?" The boy's voice was extremely hoarse.
"What old man?" The leader exclaimed in terror, "I've arrested so many people, how would I know which one you're talking about!"
The boy pressed a knife against his throat.
"An old man wearing a gray robe, with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles when he smiled."
The leader frantically searched his memory, but he had no recollection of this person.
As he emerged from the ruins of that powerful force, the boy's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
For three days and three nights, without sleep or rest, his body was covered in wounds, and he was only holding on by sheer willpower.
The King of Creation returned at this time, and the first thing he did was to find that boy.
Then he saw the boy, covered in wounds and unconscious, lying outside the ruins.
The King of Creation fell silent.
He stood there, looking at the boy's wounds, at the boy's furrowed brow even in his unconscious state, and at the jade pendant that the boy had once casually given him, clutched tightly in his hand.
"Silly boy." The King of Creation squatted down and reached out to pat the boy's head.
Supreme King had lived through countless Epoch, who had witnessed Life and Death and separations, and who was accustomed to betrayal and scheming, was moved at this moment.
When the boy woke up, he saw the familiar old man in the gray robe.
"Senior!"
He sat up abruptly, then winced in pain and burst into laughter.
Even the King of Creation smiled.
From then on, the boy trained even harder.
He wants to become stronger, strong enough to protect those around him.
The King of Creation watched the boy grow, and his heart grew increasingly gratified.
During that period, the King of Creation truly regarded the boy as his successor.
He even thought that when the boy grew up, he might pass on the Creation Emperor Art to him, so that he could inherit his mantle.
Later, the boy became Immortal King, Wushuang talent and sweeping away all other kings in the All Under Heaven.
On a whim, the King of Creation devoted immense effort to building a Heavenly Ladder based on his own past Dao.
Ten-Thousand-Level Heavenly Ladder!
"Go up." The King of Creation stood at the foot of the Heavenly Ladder, looking at the boy. "Reach the top."
"What's this?"
"This is the path I once walked; if you reach the top, you will understand my way."
The boy didn't ask any questions and stepped onto it.
He stood atop the Heavenly Ladder, his body covered in blood, his breath ragged, yet his eyes shone with an astonishing light.
"I did it." The boy lowered his head, looking at the King of Creation below the Heavenly Ladder.
The King of Creation looked at the boy standing atop the Heavenly Ladder and, in a daze, seemed to see himself from countless ages ago.
Your future path is farther than mine.
You will become an All Under Heaven powerhouse.
"Remember, no matter where you go, never forget your original aspirations."
The boy nodded solemnly.
Later, the boy actually did it!
He became the All Under Heaven Ninth-Epoch King!
He became the number one person in the Eternal Immortal Realm of that era!
But at this moment, the King of Creation awoke from his memories.
That boy is right in front of him now!
Within Di Cang's physical body, that gaze was cold and profound, carrying a condescending majesty.
"Senior, I've learned everything you taught me," the First Divine General said calmly. "The first lesson you taught me was called..."
Never trust anyone.
The soul of the King of Creation trembled violently; it had faded to the extreme, almost dissipating into the world.
"You..." His voice was barely audible. "You even want to repay me for that lesson...?"
"No." The First Divine General shook his head. "You taught me."
"I just listened to it."
The soul of the King of Creation grew fainter and fainter, and the pitch-black chains were about to completely engulf him.
But in that final moment before he was about to vanish, he suddenly stopped struggling, stopped roaring, and stopped resentful.
He simply looked at the First Divine General, at the gaze that once belonged to a young boy.
"I see."
"I see."
The King of Creation slowly closed his eyes, and images of countless ages flashed wildly through his mind like a revolving lantern.
He recalled the moment he first attempted to break through to the Emperor Realm.
At that time, he was in his prime, invincible in the world, gathering the Fortune of Myriad Heavens and Worlds, carrying an invincible foundation, and launching an attack towards that legendary realm.
It failed.
Why?
He always thought it was because he lacked the necessary foundation, because his fortuitous opportunity hadn't come yet, or because he was just one step away from success.
But now, in the final moments of his Life, he finally understood.
He lacks ruthless methods!
At that time, all he needed to do was refine everyone in the entire Eternal Immortal Realm to succeed in one fell swoop!
But in the end, he didn't do it!
His Refinement Dao has never refined innocent people; it has only refined enemies and losers.
Therefore, he stopped there.
"You're more ruthless than me..."
" Shi Wentian, you're even more ruthless than me..."
The King of Creation murmured softly, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
"Hahaha..."
"It turns out that what has been trapping me all along is myself!"