He no longer remained in seclusion year-round. Instead, he traveled through the mortal world, drawing upon the wisdom of all living beings, conversing with ordinary people, and tempering his Dao Heart.
One day, he walked along a great river, kicking pebbles as he went. A Heavenly Emperor of a generation, seized by childish whimsy, he used no divine power and relied solely on skill to kick each stone precisely into the river.
Suddenly, a crisp collision rang out.
"What kind of pebble is that? It's so hard."
Chu Feng withdrew his foot in pain, then immediately reacted. His expression turned solemn. He was a Five-Lifetime Heavenly Emperor; even without using divine power, his physical body was invincible. What pebble could possibly stop him?
Looking into the distance, he saw something vaguely resembling a jar fall into the river.
"Bone Ash Jar!"
Chu Feng cried out. It was the sacrificial vessel he had lost on the battlefield, the very foundation of his impersonation as a Dao Ancestor.
Just as he was about to split open the river and retrieve the Stone Jar, the water began to roar and part to either side, revealing the riverbed. A divine being carrying holy light and wearing a beaming smile appeared, holding a Stone Jar in one hand and three Seeds in the other. He asked leisurely, "Young Founding Emperor, did you lose this black Seed, this purple Seed, or this Pollen Path Ancestral Seed?"
Chu Feng stared blankly and muttered, "A Heavenly Emperor?!"
"Not a Heavenly Emperor. I'm the river god." Lin Xian spoke utter nonsense with a straight face. "Although I bear a striking resemblance to the handsome, noble, radiant, mighty, heaven-blessed Tianxuan Heavenly Emperor, I am merely a humble river god."
Chu Feng fell silent at once. *Do you take me for