In the depths of a spacious and comfortable building, Jiang Li and Luo Feng sat cross-legged. Their bodies were in a state of nothingness as they continuously cultivated.
"Jiang Li, you've comprehended 19 laws?" Luofeng watched as Jiang Li's body wriggled, and magical symbols appeared and vanished. Each magical symbol was like a great necropolis, almost like a replica of the Chaos Dungeon.
"That's right. 19 laws are the prison. Moreover, it seems like I can comprehend even more laws. For example, burial, or rest in peace … "Jiang Li savored it carefully," I obtained the Spirit Great Emperor Seal, and used it as a foundation to create a new Great Dao. However, this Great Emperor Seal has not been cultivated to its limits. I can sleep deeper, but I need the help of a god. "
"The Sleeping God isn't in the Chaos Prison. He's been fighting against the experts of the Immortal Tower, trying to save the Flower God. Perhaps we can meet him after we get out. " Luo Feng said, "However, the Sleeping God will definitely use us. He's very dangerous, and you're a fatal attraction to him. He's the successor of the Spirit Emperor, but he hasn't received the true inheritance. Therefore, he dreams of obtaining the Great Emperor's relic. He might have already made arrangements in the human world. I don't think the young man Tian Yi can do anything to him."
"The human world still has a guardian god." Jiang Li thought of Wang Chao. "However, if the Sleeping God infiltrates, it'll be really hard to defend against."
"Right, we're here to find the Spirit Fusing Spring to melt the shell of the Eastern Emperor Bell. Don't forget the purpose of this trip." Luo Feng said, "Other than that, once we refine the Eastern Emperor Bell, we can naturally borrow its power to sense the Western Emperor Drum and even the Middle Emperor Brush."
"Don't forget that we still have the curse of the Destiny God Talisman in our bodies. Perhaps everything we do is under Wan Qianqiu's control. You can't unravel the supreme secret of the talisman." Jiang Li's cultivation increased, and he circulated his divine art in an attempt to refine the Fate Divine Talisman. However, it was to no avail. The Fate Divine Talisman was controlling him in a nonexistent form.
This was fate. Everyone knew of its existence, but no one could see it. They could only be manipulated by it.
This was how the Divine Runes of Destiny worked.
Life was the form that existed in this world, and luck was the trajectory of this form. When destiny was united, it was everything.
Some people's fates were full of setbacks, and their paths were full of twists and turns. Some people's fates were good, and their paths were smooth sailing.
No one knew who would control their own fate, but Wan Qianqiu could. He seemed to be the god of fate, able to change the trajectory of others.
Even Luo Feng couldn't do anything to the Divine Talisman of Destiny. It was as if he could be controlled at any time.
"Of course I can't break the Fate Divine Talisman. If it could be easily broken, then the Great Dao of Destiny wouldn't be worthy of being the king of the Great Dao. However, Wan Qianqiu isn't a god yet. He hasn't cultivated the Great Dao of Destiny to the extreme. I still have a way to change my fate." Luo Feng wasn't worried at all.
"How do I change my fate?" Jiang Li asked. He didn't want the Fate Divine Talisman to stay with him forever. It was like a thorn in his side, and he had to get rid of it.
"When my plan succeeds, I promise I'll help you get rid of the Fate Divine Talisman." Luo Feng kept him in suspense.
"Forget it. I'll just keep summoning the Martial Ancestor." Jiang Li had always felt that Luo Feng was a bit unreliable. His own Martial Ancestor Ba Liming was much more reliable.
Getting rid of the Fate Divine Talisman depended on himself. No one else could.
As he spoke, he closed his eyes and started to study the Dream Heart Sutra. He felt that this martial art still had a lot of potential to be unearthed. His perception in the dream was many times better than in the real world.
In the dream world, there was nothing he couldn't do. He could even grasp the trajectory of fate.
In the dream world, his mind was active, and his calculation ability was greatly improved. Apart from that, he could also break through space and time, and see things that even gods couldn't see.
"Flower God Dimension, the great dao of sleep, the laws of all living things …." As Jiang Li cultivated, flowers fell around him, rising and falling. His surroundings became a world of flowers, and all sorts of flowers danced in the air. They seemed to be experts, but also seemed to be all living things in the world. They all gave off different auras.
Flowers were like people. This was the essence of the Flower God. Jiang Li immediately grasped this essence and started to cultivate. This was because he was comprehending the aura of all living beings. Everyone was born different.
Every living being in the world was an individual, an independent existence. Even if their body structure was the same, their souls were different. The differences of every living being formed this rich universe.
Even the insectoids were different. Their behavior was highly compatible, almost like machines. But every insectoid was different. Their souls were different, and they had minute thoughts. In fact, their paths of fate were different, and their futures were different. Over the course of history, their development would gradually become more and more subtle.
Everyone was different. Even duplicates and clones were different. As long as they were living beings, they were different.
This was what Jiang Li wanted to comprehend.
In a daze, he once again entered the dream world. In the depths of the dream world, he felt different. He was one with all living beings in the world, and he experienced all kinds of fates and lives.
He felt very comfortable, like a god who had created heaven and earth. His torso became mountains and rivers, his eyes became the sun, moon, and stars, and his blood became the rivers, lakes, and seas … This was the legend of Yuanshi, and also the legend of Pangu in ancient China.
Pangu was Yuanshi, also known as the Primordial Lord of Heaven, or Pangu the Great.
Suddenly, Jiang Li had a new comprehension in his dream. He knew that he had the bloodline of the Primordial Heavenly King. All the humans on Earth had the bloodline of the Primordial Heavenly King.
His bloodline was more noble than any other bloodline in the universe. Even the children of gods and emperors couldn't compare to one ten-thousandth of the humans on Earth.
The Primordial Heavenly King's cultivation base was almost invincible, and his bloodline was something no god in the myriad worlds could compare to. Even Luo Feng, a child of the immortal world, couldn't compare to the Primordial Heavenly King's bloodline.
In other words, as long as one was a human on Earth, their bloodline would be more noble than Luo Feng's son of the immortal world.
"Bloodline potential …"
After Jiang Li understood this, he started to comprehend his bloodline, attempting to develop the potential within it. Bloodlines were very mysterious things, but they weren't like blood. Even if you changed all the blood in your body, your bloodline would still be there. Bloodlines were something connected to fate, and they wouldn't change just because your body changed.
They were a kind of fate, a kind of meridian.
They were of the same bloodline.
As long as one was a human on Earth, the bloodline would be passed on forever.
In the dream, Jiang Li understood the potential of his bloodline. He tried to cultivate and stimulate it.
The blood and qi around his body surged like a flood dragon trapped in a deep pond, sealed by talismans and unable to break free.
"Break the shackles and jump into the void. My life is my own. What can the heavens do?" Jiang Li urged his blood energy again. In the dream, his soul seemed to become an ancient god.
At this time, Luo Feng noticed that his body was surrounded by a layer of bloody light. It wasn't evil, but pure. It was a great bloodline.
"Yes, this is Yuanshi's bloodline. Has he really reached this level? Rumor has it that the natives of the Myriad Worlds Celestial Sphere have Yuanshi's bloodline. This bloodline is very noble, but it's sealed by a mysterious curse, "Luo Feng guessed.
"Activate bloodline, potential appear …" Jiang Li kept urging his body to change.
Suddenly, his boiling blood energy seemed to be hit in the head. Someone poured a bucket of cold water on him. In the dream, he saw a tall old man. This old man had golden hair and blue eyes. He seemed to be a westerner among the humans on Earth.
The old man wore a linen robe. He had an aquiline nose and spread his arms. He had the aura of embracing the world.
This old man stood in the starry sky. He was extremely huge. He was millions of light-years across dozens of star regions. Jiang Li had never seen such a huge person before.
When he opened his arms, countless angels surrounded him. That's right, they were angels. He seemed to be the father of angels.
The true father of angels, Heavenly Father.
Heavenly Father had created the angel race. This race could almost stand shoulder to shoulder with the Celestial World and Demon World. This was an extremely powerful race.
In the center of Heavenly Father's open arms appeared Earth, the solar system, and the countless humans on Earth.
"With my blood, I curse those with Yuanshi's bloodline to never be able to awaken their potential. Their lives are like ants, unable to be freed. With my soul, I curse those with Yuanshi's bloodline to be forever trapped in the Myriad Worlds Celestial Sphere, unable to break free. With the spirit of my race, I curse those with Yuanshi's bloodline to be ordinary forever, to grow old alone, to be enslaved by the myriad races. "
A powerful curse was emitted from the body of this Heavenly Father. With him as the center, countless angels in the surroundings turned into ashes, turning into powerful resentment that gathered toward Earth.
In an instant, all living beings on Earth were cursed. Originally, the humans on Earth were all invincible and had transcended the secular world. They were the most respected existences in the myriad of worlds. But now, they were cursed. The powerful potential in their bloodlines was sealed, and the strongest thinking ability in the depths of their souls was also sealed.
Generation after generation, they encountered the curse of birth, old age, sickness, and death. War, plague, and pain.
Pain, pain …
The humans on Earth had been the pride of the heavens, surpassing the gods. They were the royalty of the myriad worlds, ruling over billions of space-time. But now they were like ants. They could only struggle on Earth for generations. Decades passed in the blink of an eye.
"We humans are the pride of the myriad worlds. Because of this curse, we've sunk into the sea of bitterness for so many years. Damn it, damn it …." Jiang Li saw everything in his dream. He knew that although it was a dream, it was all real.
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