The Great Emperor's Brain Is Plugged into the Heavenly Heart

Beside the spring pool grew over a dozen small trees more than half a meter tall. Their broad, lush green leaves resembled human palms, like several tiny many-armed people standing there. At the top of each tree hung a bright red fruit shaped like a cherry, yet each was as large as a chicken egg.

Lin Xian plucked a fruit and held it in his mouth before immersing himself in the Divine Spring. The cool spring water soaked the hem of his clothes, and his fair skin and muscles showed faintly through. He cultivated with all his heart as wisps of hazy white mist rose around him, making the youth in the spring seem transcendent and ethereal, like an immortal.

He closed his eyes in contemplation, comprehending the Wheel of the Sea Scripture and combining it with his understanding of cultivation to touch upon the origin of the fleshly body.

There were endless specks of dust between heaven and earth, and every speck was a world. The human body was the same, containing countless imperceptible gates.

The essence of cultivation was to push open one gate after another and behold one's true self.

Among them, the Wheel of the Sea in the lower dantian was an exceptionally important gate, one of the human body's five great secret realms.

To create life within the Sea of Bitterness, nurture vigorous vitality amid desolation, dig out an eye of the Life Spring, and connect it to the Wheel of Life—only then could one wield all manner of mystical arts and divine abilities with unfathomable might. To reach the other secret realms, one had to elevate the Wheel of the Sea, cultivate divine veins, forge the Divine Bridge, temper spirit and flesh, and ultimately unite spirit and shell, break through all shackles, transcend oneself, reach the Other Shore, and arrive at the end of the Sea of Bitterness.

This was the entirety of cultivation in the Wheel of the Sea Secret Realm: Sea of Bitterness, Life Spring, Divine Bridge, and Other Shore.

Some ancient great cultivators had relied on powerful mental arts in conjunction with ancient secret techniques to cultivate a single secret realm and thereby reach the realm of sages.

But Lin Xian did not intend to cultivate this way. Not only was the Wheel of the Sea chapter in his hands merely a scripture written by an ordinary ancient human saint, lacking the profundity of an Emperor Scripture and the mystery of an Immortal Scripture, but it was also not his path.

His path had been decided from the very beginning. No matter whether his realm was stable or his foundation solid, he would charge to the peak of cultivation as quickly as possible, then sever his cultivation and begin anew.

Between life and death, between severing and destruction, he would prove his own immortal path.

Within the dark, silent Sea of Bitterness, a jade-green Wheel of Life rose and fell. As the sacred fruit in his mouth was refined, streams of pure energy poured into his body, releasing boundless life essence that swirled above the Sea of Bitterness.

In an instant, the Sea of Bitterness churned, great waves rolling as tides rose and fell. Traces of holy white divine power emerged and, guided by the Qi-State Origin-Flow, flowed through his limbs and bones, washing over his flesh and skeleton, nourishing his internal organs, and strengthening his body.

Yet this was not the end. It was only the beginning.

Lin Xian possessed no special physique. With the support of the Qi-State Origin-Flow, bone cleansing and marrow purging, abundant qi, and full spirit, he was merely an ordinary body with talent for cultivation, on the level of a genius from a minor sect.

Such a physique might not provide a massive increase in combat strength, but it required very few resources. He did not need, like the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, hundreds of thousands or even millions of catties of source for every breakthrough.

Moreover, Lin Xian spared no expense and cared nothing for his foundation. He had not carefully tempered his body or realm at all, only broken through again and again. His cultivation speed was unimaginably fast.

Before the Four Extremes, cultivators did not place much emphasis on comprehending the Dao, instead focusing on cultivating the fleshly body. In other words, so long as one had enough resources, even an ordinary person could theoretically charge straight into the second secret realm, the Dao Palace, in a single breath.

With a rushing sound, the sacred fruit's energy helped Lin Xian reach the peak of the late Sea of Bitterness realm, stopping at half a step into the Life Spring realm. It was not that the energy was insufficient, but that more divinity lay dormant within his body, awaiting future excavation. Or, in battle, it would allow him to recover somewhat faster than his opponents.

Lin Xian was not satisfied with this. Aside from the sacred fruit, he also had the Divine Spring. Soaking his entire body in it, he drew in nearly inexhaustible essence, breaking through the Sea of Bitterness from above and connecting to the Wheel of Life.

In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth intertwined with the essence within his body, surging and roaring as it condensed into liquid, forming a divine spring of life within him!

Under the direction of his will, the Divine Spring's essence united essence, qi, and spirit into one. This was mana. So long as the source of divine power did not run dry, his mana would be inexhaustible.

At this realm, one could ride rainbows through the air, fly into the heavens, and burrow through the earth. Though one could not fly far or high, nor travel to the Northern Sea in the morning and Cangwu at dusk like an immortal, cross great regions, or roam the heavens, one could fly at last—fulfilling one of humanity's ultimate dreams!

Just as Lin Xian was about to continue cultivating, charge toward the Divine Bridge realm, elevate the Wheel of the Sea, form divine veins of heaven and earth, and unleash his boundless potential—

An accident descended.

It was not the Ruthless Great Emperor making a move. She had already forged an immortal heart, without sorrow or joy, viewing all living beings as fleeting clouds and wild dogs. Unless it concerned her obsession with her brother, her emotions would not ripple in the slightest.

Lin Xian was merely interesting in her eyes, not worth the intervention of a Great Emperor.

The same was true of the Great Accomplished Sacred Body. Their supreme Dao hearts were unwavering, and they had long grown accustomed to the joys and sorrows, meetings and partings of the ages. Unless someone resembled a person from their past, it was difficult to stir their heartstrings.

What caused the disturbance in the Ancient Desolate Forbidden Zone was a Desolate Slave.

The Desolate Slave was a woman with bright eyes and white teeth, a slender graceful neck, and beauty like a lotus rising from water. Her peerless features were pure and exquisite, and her white robes fluttered in the wind. She resembled a transcendent fairy of the moon palace, riding the wind toward them.

"Huang?"

Lin Xian jolted in alarm, cold sweat pouring down his body as he blurted it out instinctively, then immediately came to his senses.

This was not Huang. The Ruthless Great Emperor bore shackles upon her body. This was an ancient person from six thousand years ago, Tianxuan's final Saintess.

Why had he triggered her reaction?

In a flash of insight, Lin Xian looked at the threads of mana emerging from his fingertips and instantly understood. Yes, it was his mana that had drawn this Tianxuan Saintess here.

The scripture he cultivated had come from a cultivation method created by a Tianxuan saint.

In Tianxuan Saintess's eyes, this was the aura of a fellow disciple, so she had naturally sensed it and come.

"But did she come on her own, or was she sent here?"

In an instant, Lin Xian's heart rose to his throat again. Tianxuan Saintess was a Desolate Slave, and behind her stood Huang.

It would be fine if she had come on her own, but if the Ruthless Great Emperor had ordered her here, what was he supposed to do?

Recalling the Ruthless Great Emperor's ruthless methods, her merciless demonic nature that had slain all kings through her own strength and stood alone above the nine heavens, Lin Xian felt his heart and liver tremble.

Trust in a Great Emperor's greatness, but never trust in a Great Emperor's mercy.

Every Emperor had fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Why would the Ruthless Great Emperor spare him? It was not as if his surname was Ye.

If he were the Ruthless Great Emperor, how would he treat himself?

Lin Xian's mind spun rapidly. Putting himself in her place, he quickly imagined an incomparably cruel scene.

First, she would use the God-Delivering Art to convert him into a servant, turning him into a true insider. Then everything he possessed would naturally be revealed, and all his secrets exposed.

If he wanted to resist, she could simply strike him with one palm, shatter his body, and search his soul directly.

And even if she killed the wrong person, so what? Not to mention that a Great Emperor possessed the ability to regenerate from a drop of blood and recreate heaven and earth, who would seek recompense from a Great Emperor for an ant?

Emperors had always been arrogant, but they were not born that way.

The Emperors and Celestial Venerables throughout the ages had not been fools before attaining the Dao, yet after attaining the Dao, they all became reckless brutes. There was only one reason for such uniformity: every scheme was powerless before a Great Emperor's strength.

A thousand words and prajna wisdom were not as convenient as a single slap.

The primordial saints entrusted their primordial spirits to the Heavenly Dao, and thus were undying and indestructible. The Great Emperors of Shrouding the Heavens lodged their brains in the Heavenly Heart, and thus charged recklessly against heaven and earth.

Do not try to reason with a Supreme unless you possess comparable strength.

A saint's primordial spirit was entrusted above the Heavenly Dao; a Great Emperor's brain was lodged above the Heavenly Heart.

Being reckless was all that mattered.