Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 6: Difficulty in Slaying Corpses

The unique timeline belonging to the Eastern King Duke has come to an end.

However, Donghua did not break through to the Great Luo realm because his Great Luo realm was not perfect when he was rebuilding.

He continued to wander through the river of time and space, searching for his own imperfections, but he could never find them.

They travel in and out of the river of time and space, yet they cannot understand it no matter how hard they try.

"That shouldn't be the case. Since the original body was able to break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal and become a Quasi-Saint, how could it not be perfect? ​​If it wasn't perfect, it wouldn't be possible to escape the River of Time."

Donghua's journey of cultivation came to an end here, because he could not break through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Just as Donghua was racking his brains trying to figure it out.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. He remembered his past life. Although he was the Eastern King Duke, he had his own unique memories.

Suddenly, he understood where his imperfection lay: his past life. The original Dongwanggong lacked those memories and was therefore perfect, capable of breaking through to the Quasi-Saint level.

But I am not perfect, so naturally I cannot break through.

With this in mind, Donghua once again traveled to the River of Time to search for his past.

The river of time and space is boundless and without concept. He searched for an unknown amount of time, but could never find his own segment of the river of time and space.

"Yes, without Earth at this time, it cannot be found in the river of time."

"Is this how my life is going to end?"

Donghua was filled with remorse at this moment.

At this moment, he thought of many things, including people from his prehistoric memories and his relatives and friends from his past life.

"Since there isn't one, why don't I create one? It's just one Earth, isn't it?" This was Yi'er's thought at that moment.

After saying that, he took action and began to create Earth in the long river of time.

The Pure Yang Sword in his hand exuded awe-inspiring divine power, capturing a segment from the river of time and then directly creating it in the shape of Earth.

Suddenly, the image of Earth appeared in the river of time, and then, based on memories of past lives, it evolved into its own life.

After the evolution ended, he incorporated this long river of time into his own river of time.

At this moment, the Daoist principles and laws flowed endlessly across the three islands and ten continents outside, and a vast phantom of Donghua appeared above Jingyang Palace.

Three flowers gather at the top, five energies converge at the origin, and several innate spiritual treasures circulate endlessly within the auspicious clouds.

Donghua, however, was oblivious to all of this, as he was solely focused on his cultivation.

After being integrated into his own river of time and space, Dongwanggong felt his path to enlightenment clear. The previously indestructible barrier to his realm suddenly opened up, and he once again stepped into the realm of Hunyuan Golden Immortal, achieving the quasi-saintly status.

At that very moment, all traces of the original Dongwanggong disappeared.

Only the current Donghua University.

Donghua comprehended his own Great Dao, his internal magical power becoming a unified whole, and he could readily draw upon the power of various laws.

The Pure Yang Dao is integrated into oneself.

The preaching to the outside world naturally came to an end, as he was now able to control it at will, but everyone else remained immersed in cultivation.

Donghua was reflecting on his newfound strength.

"It feels so good to have all the power in one person."

He came to enjoy the feeling of cultivation and the process of enlightenment.

After returning to the Quasi-Saint realm, Donghua did not stop, but continued to comprehend the Great Dao.

Begin your journey through the river of fate, searching for the Three Corpses.

But as soon as he stepped into the river of his destiny, Donghua felt all sorts of desires and obsessions rushing towards him.

There are desires and obsessions from the Eastern King Duke, as well as desires and obsessions from one's past life.

"What the hell is this? My desires and obsessions over the past twenty-odd years are more than those of the original Dongwanggong over countless eons?"

Holy crap, this is absolutely monstrous!

Donghua felt numb. The difficulty for other quasi-saints in their cultivation lay in "slaying," while the difficulty for him lay in "finding."

Severing the three corpses isn't something you can do by simply using a spiritual treasure. If it were that easy, quasi-saints wouldn't be so valuable.

Desire and obsession are intangible; how can they be cut off? If you want to cut them off like that, you might as well just cut yourself and end it all.

Here, "斩" (zhǎn) means to use one's cultivation of the Dao, one's own understanding of the Great Dao, to overcome and slay.

The Daoist mind gathers all desires and obsessions, and then overcomes them.

Then cut these desires and obsessions out of the heart of the Dao and entrust them to the spiritual treasure.

"In the primordial world, who among those who have cultivated to the quasi-saint realm has so many desires and obsessions?"

And how far has one's own destiny progressed?

They've only gone a short distance, yet they already have so many desires and obsessions.

He felt it was too difficult to find all these desires and obsessions, then overcome them and cut them off.

This is far more difficult than the corpse-cutting process performed by others.

Donghua felt that he shouldn't cultivate immortality, but should cultivate demonic arts instead. Wouldn't that make him a perfect candidate for the demonic path?

"Is it too late for me to start cultivating demonic arts now?"

Donghua lay helplessly on the white lotus, ending his cultivation.

"The Dao Ancestor shouldn't kill me, right? Hmm, probably not. Look at Styx, he cultivates not only immortality but also demonic arts, and the Dao Ancestor doesn't care. I should be fine too."

Donghua slapped his forehead: "What nonsense! Styx is just a listener of the Dao, while I am the head of the male immortals. Even if the Dao Ancestor is generous, he wouldn't be that generous."

Donghua straightened his clothes and then put away the white lotus.

A quick calculation revealed that his cultivation had taken three periods of time, truly a timeless era.

He is no longer the rookie he was when he first arrived, but a true quasi-saint, the Purple Mansion Eastern Emperor, the Eastern Wood Duke, and the Eastern King.

He could perform divination by counting on his hands with ease.

In the primordial era, one cycle was divided into twelve periods, each lasting 10,800 years, and one cycle was 129,600 years.

So this time, he spent over 30,000 years rebuilding it.

Donghua opened the palace door and went out.

As soon as I stepped outside, I was startled by the scene before me.

On the blue sea, there were many people, all sitting cross-legged in meditation.

The Great Master of Fate, the Lesser Master of Fate, the Immortal Lord of Taiyuan, the Barefoot Immortal, the Lord of the Clouds, the Three Gods of Fortune, Prosperity and Longevity, the Thirty-Five Masters of Fate, the Seventy-Two Divine Generals, and the Lords of Various Islands.

Donghua swept his divine sense outwards.

Good heavens, the entire Purple Mansion Continent, and everything outside of it, is shrouded in darkness, filled with cultivators at the Dao Fruit realm and above.

"What are they doing? Did they realize I'm not the original body and want to rebel? But it's too late. If it had been earlier, they might have succeeded. Now, I can take on all of you by myself."

When everyone saw Donghua emerge, they stopped their cultivation.

The Grand Master of Fate and the Junior Master of Fate stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for imparting the Dao. Your Majesty is merciful."

The others on the blue sea also bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for imparting the Dao. Your Majesty is merciful."

All the beings of the three islands and ten continents who could speak bowed and said, "Thank you, Emperor, for your grace in transmitting the Dao. You are merciful, Emperor."

Donghua was completely dumbfounded upon seeing this.

It's not that he's ignorant; it's that he's genuinely never seen anything like it before.

In all his memory, the kowtow was rarely seen; the kowtower was someone who knelt directly in front of another person.

Those who cultivate themselves strive for transcendence and to achieve primordial unity; how could they possibly perform such a grand ceremony so easily?

The Eastern King Duke had only ever performed such a grand ceremony to the old man Hongjun in his entire life, and all three thousand guests of the Purple Cloud Palace had performed such a ceremony.

Because Hongjun is the one who preached and spread the Tao.

At this point, Donghua immediately understood why this was the case.

Hongjun was truly selfless, which is why he embarked on the mission of spreading the Dao.

I am only here to retake the course, and I am certainly not worthy of such etiquette.

"Everyone, you must not do this. I am doing this for my own sake. You must not perform such a grand ceremony. I am unworthy of it, truly unworthy."

Donghua bowed and performed the Taoist ritual, bowing once in each of the four directions.

"How could Your Majesty do this? We sincerely thank Your Majesty. Your Majesty's compassion is witnessed by Heaven and Earth."

"Yes, Your Majesty, you are absolutely worthy of this gift."

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"Your Majesty, whatever your selfish motives may be, your mission to spread the Dao is genuine, and the grace of spreading the Dao is greater than heaven. Your Majesty is certainly worthy of it," said Taiyuan Immortal Lord, stepping forward.

Seeing that everyone was expressing their gratitude, Donghua turned to Taiyuan Immortal Lord and said:

"Fellow Daoist Taiyuan, we are both guests of Zixiao Palace, why are you being so formal?"

"I cannot accept this title. In Zixiao Palace, you and I are fellow Daoists, but now that I have submitted to Zifu, the distinction between superior and subordinate, and between ruler and subject, must be maintained," Taiyuan said solemnly.

Everyone agreed and nodded in response.

"Very well, in that case, I, Donghua, will accept this gift."

"It's a rare opportunity for all of you to gather here today. How about we have a tea party, sit down and discuss things?"

Seeing that all his leaders had gathered together today, Donghua thought of holding a meeting to convey that he did not want to contend for supremacy in the prehistoric world, but only wanted to cultivate in peace.

To be honest, he is still afraid of death because he really can't defeat the Heavenly Court.

This was the time when the Heavenly Court was at its most powerful, with the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun, the Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, the Emperor Fu Xi, the Empress Nuwa, and the Demon Master Kun Peng.

These people are currently among the top beings in the primordial world.

At this time, even the powerful twelve demon gods dared not test their strength and were merely sticking together for warmth.

Moreover, he is currently the only quasi-saint in the Purple Mansion.

(End of this chapter)