bioinnovel Chapter 464 The Great Dao is Unpredictable, Fate Plays Tricks
Chapter 464 The Great Dao is Unpredictable, Fate Plays Tricks
The departing group, amidst countless mocking and pitying glances, slunk away along the path they had come from, leaving the pilgrimage procession.
Without the pomp and circumstance of flying, they could only trek on foot, forlorn and dejected, through the wind and snow.
Walking in the wind and snow, Li Hentian glanced back at the purple figure that was still high above, protected by the Supreme Emperor Weapon, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh filled with endless regret.
"well……"
"If... if I had secretly helped the Jiang family when they were in trouble back then; if I had had someone take Jiang Ling in when she was being chased in the snow..."
"Even if it's just a tiny, insignificant price... now, by leaving home, can I become one of the first noble families in this new imperial era to enjoy the glory of following the emperor?"
"With the protection of the current emperor, how could I possibly fail to return to the pinnacle of the ancient wilderness, or even advance further?!"
Li Hentian was filled with deep regret.
In order to protect himself, he inadvertently missed the greatest opportunity in the entire universe in 100,000 years!
"But... thankfully..."
Li Hentian gave a bitter laugh as if trying to console himself, the cold sweat on his forehead chilling him to the bone when the north wind blew it.
"Fortunately, back then, when those radical elders in the family proposed to divide up the Jiang family's wealth and take advantage of their misfortune, I managed to suppress it. Fortunately, we didn't kill Jiang Ling..."
"Otherwise... given her current relationship with the Emperor, that black imperial sword would probably be hanging over my ancestral homeland tonight, wiping out my entire family!"
Thinking of this, Li Hentian felt a wave of fear and quickened his pace.
However, the most mysterious thing in this world is the elusive nature of fate and cause and effect.
Li Hentian didn't know, nor did the powerful figures of the myriad races trembling in the wind and snow, and even Jiang Ling herself hadn't thought about it deeply.
The gears of fate are always interlocked.
If back then, Li Jia had truly shown great compassion and helped the Jiang family escape their crisis.
Then, the Jiang family would not have been destroyed, Jiang Ling would not have fled in despair, and she would not have accidentally entered that hidden valley on the verge of death.
If she hadn't stumbled into that valley, how could she have met Lin Hanzhou, who hadn't yet become an emperor, during her most miserable and helpless moment?
Then there wouldn't have been the incredible opportunity that led Lin Hanzhou to casually kill the pursuers and take her as his only personal disciple.
The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.
The indifference of leaving home enabled Jiang Ling to find a way out of her desperate situation.
What they lost was a stroke of good fortune that would propel them to the top; but what Jiang Ling gained was a radiant new life.
can only say.
The great way is unpredictable, and fate plays tricks on people.
There are no "what ifs" in this world.
As the departing travelers left, the solemn atmosphere before Shenhuoling returned once more.
Jiang Ling withdrew her gaze, casually put away the purple-gold gourd she had left behind when she left home, and her eyes became firm and cold again.
She looked up at the long, seemingly endless procession of all races that stretched out behind her home.
"Next."
Her clear, cold voice, amplified by her Saint Realm cultivation, resounded throughout the entire Northern Wilderness.
Following the departure of the group from Lijia, the next in line was also a local force from the Northern Region of the Nine Heavens Continent.
As the saying goes, "being near the water tower, one gets the moon first," because their sect's location was relatively close to Shenhuoling, they rushed over as quickly as possible the moment they learned of the new emperor's arrival.
"The Lord of the Frost Valley in the Northern Region, accompanied by the ten Supreme Elders of the valley, pays homage to the Emperor of Time! He presents ten thousand drops of Frost Jade Marrow and one hundred ancient snow lotuses!"
"The Sect Master of the Heavenly Blade Sect from the Northern Region pays respects to the Great Emperor! We present ten jin of top-grade Divine Source and a fragment of the Heavenly Blade Manual!"
"Northern Territory..."
These powerful rulers, who usually commanded the winds and rains in the Northern Region and whose mere stomp could shake the earth, were now all meek and submissive, not daring to even breathe loudly.
They held the sect's most precious treasures high above their heads and walked to the foot of Shenhuo Ridge.
They had no connection with Jiang Ling whatsoever. In fact, their sect's prodigies had clashed with Jiang Ling's disciples in certain secret realms in the past.
But at this moment, under the gaze of the Supreme Emperor Weapon and before the unparalleled majesty of the Emperor of Time, all past grievances became utter nonsense.
Jiang Ling's expression was aloof; she merely nodded slightly.
The sect leaders and lords felt as if they had been granted a pardon. They respectfully placed the storage artifacts filled with treasures in the snow, then bowed deeply. They didn't even dare to look at Jiang Ling for long before silently retreating into the snowstorm.
After the forces of the Northern Region withdrew, those top-tier forces from the Nine Heavens Continent, who truly ruled over hundreds of millions of miles of territory and whose lineage had lasted for tens of thousands of years, immediately took their place.
"From the Central Plains, the Immortal Divine Dynasty, the Imperial Uncle, in charge, has come to pay homage to the Great Emperor of Time!"
"The Holy Lord of the Primordial Holy Land in the Eastern Wilderness, accompanied by his Holy Son, pays homage to the Great Emperor!"
"The Great Protector of Mount Sumeru in the Western Desert offers the relics of the ancient Buddha to pay homage to the Great Emperor!"
As these great figures, who usually only existed in legends, trudged through the snow to the front of Shenhuo Ridge, Jiang Ling's jade-like hands, hidden in her sleeves, involuntarily clenched slightly.
Her gaze fell on the elderly men at the very front of the group, whose auras were as deep as the ocean and whose every move seemed capable of tearing apart the heavens and earth.
That's... a quasi-emperor!
Moreover, they include high-level Quasi-Emperors, and even peak Quasi-Emperors who are only one step away from becoming Great Emperors!
Before the Jiang family declined and when Jiang Ling was still gaining experience in various places, these top-tier forces were like stars in the sky to her—something she could only look up to but could never reach.
But now?
The legendary ancestor of the Primordial Holy Land, who had lived for eight thousand years and whose cultivation had reached the peak of Quasi-Emperor, was now hunched over, his back seemingly capable of supporting the heavens, and looking at her, a little girl who was only at the Saint realm, with a fawning expression.
"Fairy Jiang, this [Nirvana Grass] has the power to revive cultivators below the level of a Great Emperor. It is the treasure of our Primordial Holy Land, nurtured for thirty thousand years. Today, we present it to the Great Emperor, and we hope that you, Fairy, will introduce us to it..."
The quasi-emperor ancestor of the Primordial Holy Land carefully handed over a jade box covered with sealing talismans. His tone was so humble and obsequious that it sounded like an old servant who was afraid of angering his master.
Seeing this scene before her, Jiang Ling suddenly felt an indescribable sense of joy.
Awesome! I was secretly thrilled to the extreme!
Is this what it means to borrow power from someone else? Is this the pinnacle of power?
She knew very well that these old monsters were not in awe of her at the moment, but rather of her Great Emperor Master who was in seclusion in the Purple Bamboo Forest!
The saying "All men are but ants before the emperor" perfectly encapsulates this sentiment.