Time flowed swiftly, and in the blink of an eye, a full sixty years had passed.
Sixty years ago, Chen Luo, the Grand Elder of the Vast Sea Sect, emerged onto the world stage.
At the grand ceremony for the Vast Sea Grand Elder, Grand Elder Chen, with his supreme power, awed all the heroes of the world.
The most prestigious Dao lineages in the world were defeated by Grand Elder Chen's hand, and the former number one under heaven willingly became his disciple.
In an instant, the entire primeval land completely changed its master.
But to everyone's surprise, this youth who boasted of becoming the teacher of the world,
was not the teacher of a sect or a school, nor the teacher of a family or a surname.
He was not even merely a teacher to cultivators.
A sage came from the East, to enlighten all kinds of beings and spirits in the world!
As he had said, he became the master for all people.
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On the day of the Grand Elder's enthronement ceremony, above the Vast Sea.
The Iron Chain Crossing River formation quietly vanished. The cultivators who had been sealed within gazed at the great sun in the sky, feeling as if they had lived through a lifetime in an instant.
But before they could awaken from the dreamlike scenes they had just experienced, the Ascension realm powerhouses from various sects descended, claiming their disciples.
And those unaffiliated forces stood obediently to the side.
When Chen Luo gracefully landed before the crowd, the former number one under heaven, Qin Shang, the ruler of the Great Zhen Dynasty, and the old Dragon King who had been in seclusion for many years, bowed in a disciple's manner and also entered the crowd.
The cultivators, looking at the well-behaved Dharma Bodies and Dao Masters within the crowd, quietly held their breath.
These individuals were all high-ranking figures and foundational powers of the major factions, yet at this moment, they all, like themselves, humbly bowed before this youth.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look at Chen Luo with curiosity, truly wanting to know what this emerging youth intended to do.
Chen Luo beckoned towards the Vast Sea sky curtain in the distance. In the next moment, with a flash of Qiankun power, Long Ji, who had been leisurely cracking melon seeds and watching the spectacle, was summoned over.
While Long Ji was utterly bewildered, Chen Luo casually waved his hand, and the soul that she had previously severed returned to her, complete.
Casually tossing this world's eldest disciple aside to digest her restored memories,
Chen Luo looked at the assembled cultivators and announced loudly:
"Then, let us begin here, a new chapter for the cultivation world!"
....
Gong Xiaoyan, who would later become the head of the Four Seasons Society, recalled the day the sage preached the Dao, feeling a sense of daze:
"After the Grand Elder finished speaking, none of us truly understood."
"In fact, most Ascension realm cultivators thought that the Grand Elder wanted to be the teacher of the world to control all cultivators."
"But we were all wrong; Grand Elder Chen's vision was much grander."
On that day, a ray of immortal light rose from the East Sea.
The infinite spiritual patterns, like living creatures, rapidly replicated and transmitted throughout all the spiritual energy environments in the world.
After the spiritual patterns permeated the entire primeval world, all living beings in the world, at that moment, seemed to hear a spring thunder!
Boom!
The spring thunder exploded, and all phenomena began anew!
Endless spiritual rain fell from the sky, enveloping the entire world in a boundless mist.
High in the sky, at the center of the infinite spiritual pattern light, Chen Luo looked down upon the entire human realm.
Behind him, Long Ji gazed at the array formations surrounding Chen Luo with shining eyes. As a quasi-supreme being, she only understood one percent of the profound principles.
Yet, this was enough to cause her Dao formation cultivation to soar.
Watching the spiritual rain descend upon the world, Chen Luo nodded with satisfaction: "The world absorbs the brilliance of the primordial sun and moon, bringing spiritual energy to the human realm, but most of this spiritual energy is wasted."
"Even with countless cultivators refining qi, they cannot truly utilize this nearly boundless spiritual energy."
"You must know that before the first Immortal-Demon Calamity, there were 129,600 Ascension realm beings in existence. One can imagine the vast amount of spiritual energy the heavens and earth absorbed every moment."
"Now, with my supreme formation, I have completely transformed the spiritual energy absorbed by the heavens and earth every moment into spiritual rain."
"This spiritual rain nourishes all things, awakening the spiritual nature of all beings."
Under his gaze, this continent, as large as a planetary system, was covered everywhere by dew and rain.
Beneath the spiritual rain,
pain, illness, and hunger all vanished.
In a desolate wilderness, a white fox, having narrowly escaped from the jaws of a tiger, limped towards the depths of the forest.
Blood continuously flowed from the gaping wound on its leg.
Drip by drip, it stained the fallen leaves red.
It still wanted to live, but being injured in the natural world meant a great risk of death.
The pain spread, and the white fox's consciousness gradually blurred.
Plop...
The injured white fox finally fell to the ground,
its crystalline eyes gradually dimmed,
This time, perhaps it would fall into eternal silence.
But, a drop of spiritual rain, flowing with an unusual radiance, descended from the sky,
Drip, it fell into the white fox's wound.
The silent, subtle power of nurturing things quietly healed the wound.
And in the sky, more and more of this rain began to fall.
Beneath the spiritual rain, the white fox, which had been injured and waiting to die, felt a brand new vitality.
It slowly got up, its crystalline eyes curiously looking towards the sky.
As the rain washed over it, gradually, a more human-like color appeared in the white fox's eyes.
Even a strange knowledge began to emerge in its mind.
"Wuuu~" As if inspired, the white fox leaped to a treetop and let out a leisurely cry.
Following the white fox's cry, various animal calls from the depths of the forest simultaneously sounded.
Those wild beasts, originally savage and ignorant, now had human-like colors in their eyes.
Even the large tree beneath the white fox trembled faintly, as if celebrating the cleansing of the spiritual rain!
Chen Luo in the sky smiled knowingly:
"This creation of spiritual rain, perhaps it can be called,"
"Emperor's Flowing Nectar."
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"Kill!!!" On a battlefield drenched in blood.
Under the command of their generals, the soldiers' eyes were bloodshot.
For the benefit of those in power, wars between the nations of the primeval continent had never ceased.
And in this world dominated by cultivators, mortals were merely leeks that could be regrown at any time.
Even if batches of them were wiped out, new ones would always emerge.
Outside this battlefield brimming with killing intent, several cultivators on the Dao path were leisurely sipping tea, as if the rolling heads on the battlefield were merely a form of amusement.
"Heh heh, those Vast Sea barbarians actually invited the major factions to their territory; they are truly arrogant."
"I wonder what gains our sect will have from this trip to the Vast Sea."
"It's a pity that our strength is too low, preventing us from participating in this gluttonous feast of dividing the Vast Sea."
"Brother Wang need not be concerned. The sect has its own pleasures, and what joy is there for us to idly watch mortals fight on this human battlefield?"
"Brother Li speaks wisely. Come, try this Fuchun Mountain tea. This is a gift from the King of Zhao. For us to taste it greatly benefits our cultivation!"
"Wait! Look at this rain outside!"
In the sky, Chen Luo could observe all phenomena with a glance.
And this human realm, he would also transform it according to his own will!