The interior of the hall remained silent, just like a scene that had been dormant for countless years; the shadow that had just appeared seemed to have never existed.
As the young man watched the armadillo disappear, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, the armadillo withstood the pressure and broke through the barrier of the main hall; otherwise, being trapped in the barrier passage would have been a real problem.
At this moment, a ray of light undoubtedly gave the young man the greatest comfort. Watching the armadillo emerge from the passage, the young man hesitated for a moment, his energy surging, his will extending first, and his body following suit as he emerged from the barrier passage.
Upon stepping into the main hall of the City Lord's Manor, the light in his eyes dimmed instantly. The interior of the hall was filled with deep darkness and silent stillness, with only a beam of light shining down from below the dome.
The light in the barrier passage came from here, but now that we've entered the main hall, the bright light has diminished considerably.
The youth's will swept repeatedly within the barrier. The main hall of the City Lord's Manor's mansion was the absolute core. Although the armadillo had cleared the way, he was still afraid that there might be an ambush there.
Finding nothing amiss as his will swept over the area, he began to carefully search the interior of the hall.
His will continued to explore in the darkness. The independent space inside the hall seemed very large, and his will reflected in huge murals.
On those colossal murals are ancient figures, like ancestors from countless years ago, who, through the passage of time, have become history in the world.
Those once earth-shaking gods, those once omnipotent giants.
Those immortals who once lived as long as heaven and earth, those Creator who once shone as brightly as the sun and moon.
They have all vanished into history, but their stories are still told in the faded murals today.
The youth's will surged forth once more, its immense power instantly engulfing the dark space within the hall.
In the darkness, there are not only huge murals, but also countless ancient books. These are the relics of the cultivator civilization preserved in Phoenix City, and they are the seeds that the City Lord's Manor's Mansion wants to pass on.
Those ancient books that have existed for countless years are turned page by page by an invisible will, and the history books written by our ancestors with their own experiences are thus unfolded before the eyes of the youth.
In the primordial era, there were hundreds of races of beings in the myriad realms. At first, they did not know the methods of cultivation and only relied on their most rudimentary understanding of nature to temper themselves.
This method originated in the primitive era. In that world where all things were in their infancy and everything was growing, people could only use this method, which was perceived by their ancestors, to enhance their strength.
However, after years of exploration, it was discovered that although this Daoist method, which was suitable for the primitive era, was simple, it greatly damaged lifespan, resulting in the early people who practiced the Daoist method having strong bodies but short lifespans.
Surrounded by other races, they could only survive by cultivating such rudimentary Daoist arts generation after generation. The ancestors traversed the myriad realms with great difficulty, all for the sake of developing their own power.
Among the ancient people, there were also those with extraordinary talents. Through studying Daoist practices, they discovered that they could modify and improve these rudimentary Daoist methods based on their own experience, making them more inclusive and reliable.
Countless predecessors followed one after another, risking their lives to seek change. In such a dangerous environment, they used their lives to perfect their path of cultivation step by step.
Our ancestors used Daoist principles to multiply and thrive, emerging from the mountains and forests, settling on the plains, rushing along the great rivers, and standing tall amidst wind and rain.
They fought against heaven and earth with their indomitable will, they resisted the Origin Will will with their unyielding beliefs, and they used their lives to open up the future for generations of their people.
Civilization must be born in an era of primitive living, light must shine in a dark age, and Saint must be born among ignorant and suffering races.
A Saint was born in the Thunder Marsh, who sensed the seasons, understood thunder, lightning, rain, and dew, observed the tides of the great river, and clearly distinguished the sun, moon, and stars.
The Saint was born between heaven and earth and possessed great wisdom from birth. He improved the path of cultivation according to the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao, gradually abandoning the crude Daoist methods and replacing them with the Qi cultivation methods that were more suitable for the ancients.
Then he observed the creation of all things in the universe, thus establishing the laws of the universe, discerning the changes in the world, revising the four seasons calendar, and identifying the surnames of different ethnic groups.
The Saint also created writing and musical instruments, and changed marriage customs, thus enabling the ignorant ancestors to completely escape the barbaric era and end the dark world for the pioneering ancestors.
Saint observed the changes in the heavens and the rules of the world, and thus created the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram, opening the source of culture for the ancient people.
The holistic, intuitive way of thinking and dialectical ideas of "harmony between heaven and man" contained in the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram represent the origin of an era.
The creation of the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram completely established civilization, extended order, and ensured the continuation of civilization.
He raised the flame high, like a shooting star streaking across the sky, igniting an entire era.
Under his leadership, the ancient people entered a brand new era, a new era created by Saint!
That was an era belonging to the ancient ancestors, an era brimming with vitality, an era of complete rise, an era that cannot be erased.
The Saint led their ancestors to multiply into the largest race in the myriad realms. They received a spark of fire and, through the passing of their hands, ignited the entire world.
The raging flames burned away the darkness, and the raging flames ushered in tomorrow.
The ancient people no longer needed to fear those powerful races, nor did they need to fear those who were watching from behind.
They no longer need to fear the overwhelming might of the heavens, nor the vast Origin Will.
The birth of Saint was a blessing for our ancestors; he ended a dark age and ushered in a civilized one.
All the ancestors who embarked on the path of Qi cultivation were called cultivators, and cultivators revered Saint as Ancestral Spirit.
Because the Saint opened up a path that allows all cultivators to reach his realm.
It was also because the Saint ushered in a new era that all our ancestors had Wuxian potential.
Under his leadership, the ancient people were the most brilliant light in all the heavens and myriad realms, pushing an era to its zenith.
Countless cultivators emerged from the clan, and countless newcomers shone brightly. The ancestors who had once lived in darkness finally opened their eyes.
They wanted to re-examine this world with their own eyes; this was the world that belonged to their ancestors, and this was the era that belonged to cultivators!
In times of extreme prosperity, even more extraordinary talents are bound to emerge. The path of cultivation they follow was created by the Ancestral Spirit, but their thoughts have changed in this new era.
After reaching the pinnacle of Qi Refining, they continued to explore further paths, attempting to advance even further on the path of Ancestral Spirit, and to shine brightly once again in the new era.
These cultivators are the later generations; their aptitude is by no means inferior to that of the Ancestral Spirit, their creativity is by no means weaker than that of the early people, and their faith is by no means weaker than that of any cultivator.
They believed that being born in a brilliant era meant they were destined to create an immortal legacy!
Because of them, the era of our ancestors was even more dazzling in the primordial period. All the Daoist arts originated from the cultivator clan, and all the rules came from among the cultivators.
Even the once indestructible Origin Will must retreat, and the once ever-shining stars must dim.
Among them even Creator was born, and from then on, cultivators were also qualified to create all things. They also proclaimed themselves gods and immortals, and established a series of orders and kingdoms.
They left their light upon the world, they held the stars in their hands, and they let all living beings know that this is the era of cultivators!
But it was precisely because of their recklessness that the prosperity inevitably led to decline. With the collapse of social order and music, they may have forgotten the original intentions of their Ancestral Spirit.
After the Primordial Great Tribulation, countless ambitious individuals rose to power, while the Ancestral Spirit among them were rejected. The early people followed the Ancestral Spirit through the most brilliant era.
Seeing the collapse of order and morality, the destruction of all realms in the chaos, and the loss of gods and immortals to swords and spears, their hearts were filled with the deepest sorrow.
As new forces emerge, the old forces are purged one by one, and the powerful Ancestral Spirit are naturally objects of fear for the new forces.
After achieving victory in the myriad realms, they began planning to banish the Ancestral Spirit, regardless of Ancestral Spirit stance, simply because their Ancestral Spirit posed a threat to the new forces.
However, they could not completely eradicate the Ancestral Spirit in a short time, so the new forces chose the place of exile as their Land of Exile.
They wanted to use the barren Land of Exile to weaken the Ancestral Spirit, so that their own position could be completely secured.
After entering the Land of Exile, they were still not at ease with the Ancestral Spirit, so they sent out Heaven Patroler Heaven Patroler annihilate the Ancestral Spirit and other old forces.
Many people were sent to the Land of Exile, and quite a few were banished along with the Ancestral Spirit. Their numbers began to decrease significantly after they entered the Land of Exile.
The Ancestral Spirit and other ancient gods wanted to break free from the confinement of the Land of Exile, but this world had its own Origin Will, and they could not refine it in a short time. Moreover, there were also the watchful Heaven Patroler lurking in the shadows.
Overwhelmed by the barrenness of the Land of Exile and the terror of the Mist Beast tide, the ancient gods had no choice but to forge the City Heart first, allowing other cultivators to build cities and preserve civilization.
But then the Heaven Patroler appeared. His own realm was no lower than that of the ancient gods, only slightly inferior to the Ancestral Spirit.
As a representative of the new force, his mission is to find an opportunity to annihilate the exiled ancient gods.
The master of Phoenix City is the Ancestral Spirit, and the city attracted the attention of the Heaven Patroler from the very beginning of its construction. The Ancestral Spirit is undoubtedly the ancient god who has received the most attention from the Heaven Patroler.
Fortunately, during the construction of the city, the Ancestral Spirit had already created the City Heart. He instructed the early people to continue building the city, and when the Heaven Patroler attacked, the Ancestral Spirit fought a great battle against it alone.
Ancient texts record that in a world without the cycle of Heavenly Dao Reincarnation Temple, they experienced for the first time the rules of a world beyond the heavens.
Ancestral Spirit and Heaven Patroler are beings from beyond the heavens; their power is comparable to an undying Origin Will.
Although their strength has been suppressed to some extent in the Land of Exile, when they make a move, a casual strike can shatter the heavens and earth, and Dao Heart can turn the world upside down.
The Ancestral Spirit were meant to protect the early inhabitants in the Land of Exile as they built their cities, but the Heaven Patroler would not let these early inhabitants go unpunished. In battle, the Ancestral Spirit also had to protect the early inhabitants from the aftermath of the battle, so they were always wary of the Heaven Patroler.
Once the city was completed, the Heaven Patroler instinctively wanted to destroy it. He knew that these exiled people were better off dying in their Land of Exile, and should never be allowed to exist.
With the protection of the Ancestral Spirit, the ancestors had a place to rely on when they built cities in the Land of Exile. The Heaven Patroler wanted to destroy the cities. Although the Ancestral Spirit tried their best to delay the Heaven Patroler, they were still unable to spare any time.
When the bronze sword was revealed to the heavens and earth, a destructive aura rose in the Land of Exile, and the attacks launched by the Heaven Patroler seemed to be completely unrestrained by the Land of Exile.
The Sky Heaven Patroler's eyes gleamed with cold light, and his sword flashed like starlight. The mere movement of his sword possessed the power to cleave the heavens and earth. The Land of Exile devoid of world rules did not hinder his ability to unleash his power in the slightest.
The ancient people below were terrified, feeling the destructive power in their hearts, and sighed inwardly: When this sword falls, it will surely annihilate us body and soul.
As the Heaven Patroler's sword was about to strike, the Ancestral Spirit on the opposite side stepped forward and caught the sword with both palms in mid-air.
The Heaven Patroler's expression turned cold, and the aura emanating from the sword intensified. The Ancestral Spirit's body plummeted rapidly through the air, as if it had lost its balance, and was slashed down into the dust by the sword.
The Heaven Patroler did not stop. He knew that the Ancestral Spirit as Saint and must have many extraordinary abilities. If he could not seal him off in one fell swoop, the Ancestral Spirit would definitely entangle him once it recovered.
Therefore, after severing the Ancestral Spirit, he immediately began the subsequent sealing methods, but he also knew that he was absolutely unable to completely annihilate such Saint as the Ancestral Spirit.
The only way is to completely seal him away in the Land of Exile, using the confinement properties of the Land of Exile to let endless time wear him down completely.
As the thought formed in his mind, he glanced one last time at the remaining ancient people; these exiles could not be spared either!
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, revealing his murderous intent. Suddenly, the world darkened, and a vast aura suddenly appeared in the Land of Exile.
The Ancestral Spirit, amidst the dust, stood before the city. He looked at the murderous Heaven Patroler and shook his head slightly, his face filled with sorrow.
A massive array diagram appeared in his palm. The octagonal array diagram had the power to connect heaven and earth, and when it was activated, it possessed an aura that would last for eternity.
The ancient people's vision dimmed slightly, as if something had fallen from above. Then they felt as if a curtain of light had been cast over Phoenix City.
The light screen completely separated the city from the Land of Exile. Everything that was missing in the Land of Exile continued to function in the city, and there was a significant difference between the city and the place of exile before.
At this moment, when the Heaven Patroler saw the Ancestral Spirit take out the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram, a look of fear flashed in his eyes, and even the bronze sword that was about to strike suddenly stopped above the city.
Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram!
This is Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram created by the Ancestral Spirit as Saint!
This is a rare treasure representing civilization and order, a remnant of culture and the spark of civilization, and the most unique treasure in the world!
At this moment, it was actually taken out and placed on top of the heads of these ants!
The Heaven Patroler narrowed his eyes, and the hand seals began to condense. The sword in the air paused for a moment but did not stop. Instead, it swept towards the Ancestral Spirit on the ground again.
Without the protection of the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram, the Ancestral Spirit was now in grave danger under the sword of the Heaven Patroler.