Rumble!
A roar filled Heaven and Earth.
At that moment, the emperors of ages past seemed to roar as one, their voices shaking the world!
Ordinary people could scarcely hear them, but cultivators who had touched the Dao Foundation Realm could faintly make them out. The higher their cultivation, the clearer the sound.
"Those are the cries of emperors past."
High above the clouds, Chen Cuo felt the violent changes between Heaven and Earth more directly than anyone. The roars and mournful cries came crashing toward him from the vast land like waves upon the sea, one after another, bearing a desolate, grief-stricken sorrow.
He looked down at the mountains and rivers and felt the vast Earth Veins beneath them pulsing slowly. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Chen Cuo sensed sorrow in those veins. Then the wind and sand howled past, and the feeling vanished.
"The earth has existed since ancient times. Dynasties have fallen one after another, cities have crumbled one after another, and in the end, sand and soil have buried them all. The earth is a symbol of history, a witness to civilization. It wouldn't be strange if some primitive, simple will had gathered within it. But what is that sorrow for? The Revolving Calamity?"
With that thought, Chen Cuo raised his head again and looked into the depths of the Firmament, which had no fixed form or bounds.
"Unless someone who reaches the Fifth Realm has a special method like mine, the Power of Heaven and Earth will reject them. Then where does that power come from? What do heaven and earth each represent? If the Journey to the West succeeds, and I form eighty-one Acupoints and perfect myself, advancing further will require me to look outward and probe the foundations of Heaven and Earth.