Ch. 825 - Entering The Grand Cultivation Era

In Black Stone Prefecture, under the jurisdiction of the Divine Martial Kingdom in the God World, sixteen-year-old Zhang Shun headed toward the famous Gloryrise Mountain early in the morning, carrying an umbrella and a bamboo basket on his back.

Although a torrential downpour was falling outside, the rain had lasted for over a month now.

Yet there was still no sign of clear skies.

Some said it was Heaven expressing its wrath, punishing mankind.

Others claimed it was the work of demons and evil spirits.

In any case, rumors were flying, and people stayed indoors, unwilling to go out.

But Zhang Shun had no choice but to go up the mountain to look for herbs.

His mother had been bedridden for more than half a month without taking medicine. Their home was destitute, and he couldn’t afford any herbs from the pharmacy.

If this went on, his mother probably wouldn’t survive the rainy season.

So he could only brave the heavy rain and climb the mountain to gather medicine.

The rain shrouded everything, and apart from the sound of falling raindrops, nothing else could be heard.

Zhang Shun held the umbrella and wore a straw hat over his head, cautiously climbing Gloryrise Mountain one step at a time.

Along the way, he picked every herb he saw, whether useful or not.

He could sell them later. The muddy path was hard to walk, and more than once he nearly fell off the mountainside.

If he fell on a day like this, no one would find his body.

After more than an hour of cautious climbing, Zhang Shun finally reached the mountaintop with difficulty.

Ignoring the muddy ground, he lay down from exhaustion, using the umbrella to cover his head and resting for a while.

After a while, when he stood up, his clothes were completely soaked, and he shivered from the cold wind.

At that moment, he looked straight ahead at the top of the mountain and froze on the spot.

There, on the mountaintop, was a statue of a divine dragon.

The dragon was coiled, with a pearl emerging from its mouth, gazing at the sky.

Though it was a sculpture, the dragon’s majesty radiated from it. Zhang Shun could feel its powerful presence.

He remembered clearly, he had come to Gloryrise Mountain many times before, and there had never been a statue like this.

He slowly walked up to the sculpture. Just as he marveled at the divine craftsmanship and gently reached out to touch it,

A loud rumbling sound came from beneath the ground.

In an instant, the entire mountain shook violently.

Zhang Shun, an ordinary person, had never experienced anything like this. Terrified, he turned and ran.

But after a few dozen meters, the rumbling stopped.

Back at the original spot where the statue stood, a grand palace had emerged from the ground.

He hesitated for a long time, but curiosity finally led him back to the palace.

The palace was ancient, and its surface made entirely of bronze.

It was a bronze temple.

The grand doors were tightly shut, with three large characters engraved on them:

“Chaos Heaven Palace.”

“What’s going on?” Zhang Shun murmured to himself.

He walked up to the door and gave it a light push. The heavy bronze doors creaked open.

A beam of light flashed from inside.

Zhang Shun looked toward the source of the light and saw a floating book, and a strange object.

He didn’t know why, but his heart thumped wildly. As if drawn by fate, he stepped inside.

He slowly approached the book. On its light-purple cover were three bold characters.

“Thunder Sky Codex.”

He picked up the book and casually flipped through a few pages. To his surprise, it was a cultivation manual.

The human body has twelve meridian gates. The strong can grasp the sun and moon, and walk upon the stars.

Even the weak can move mountains and ride the clouds.

“Could cultivation really exist in this world?” Zhang Shun murmured.

There were many mythological stories circulating.

But most people knew they were legends. So-called temples and monasteries were just places for psychological comfort.

After all, no one had ever truly seen a cultivator.

But now, Zhang Shun’s entire worldview was being shattered.

He then turned his gaze toward the other object.

It was a sphere of golden light, surrounded by brown iron bars.

They looked like iron, but he couldn’t recognize the material.

These bars intertwined to form a globe that encased the purple light within.

Around the purple glow stood four divine dragon statues.

The dragons were about the same size as the purple sphere.

They were coiled upward, their heads raised and mouths slightly open, as if the purple light had been spat out and condensed by them.

Seeing the four dragons encircling the purple orb, Zhang Shun recalled an ancient mythological story.

The God World had its own myths.

Pangu creating the heavens, Nuwa creating humans, Kuafu chasing the sun, Hou Yi shooting the suns...

And the object before him reminded him of the mythological artifact, the Chaos Heaven Instrument.

Legend said that in ancient times, there was a beast who could understand the stars above and all things below.

Its body was massive, over a hundred meters long, with a back like a turtle shell.

Carved on its back were the stars and constellations, the sun and moon, moving in real time.

This beast rarely appeared, but wherever it did, chaos would follow. Heaven and earth would reverse.

Later, the beast ascended to the heavens and became a god, leaving its body behind in the human world.

Ten thousand years later, a dragon-turtle sage emerged, known as the Dragon-Turtle Immortal, master of profound arts. He acquired the beast’s body and refined it over a thousand years, creating the Chaos Heaven Instrument.

Legend said this device could alter the six directions of the world. It could ensnare beings, gradually absorbing their souls. It was extremely sinister.

...

Zhang Shun stared at the divine artifact and cultivation manual before him and burst into wild laughter.

At that moment, across the God World, many others were experiencing what Zhang Shun did.

Some acquired cultivation manuals. Others found mythical pills and elixirs.

Still others discovered legacies from legendary figures.

In short, all kinds of techniques and meridian arts began to appear across Shenzhou.

In an instant, the topic of mythological revival swept the world.

The God World had entered the most chaotic cultivation era.

Xu Zimo, watching from a god’s perspective, observed it all.

He had laid the foundation for this era. How it developed from here, he would not interfere, as long as no one broke the rules of the world.

With the revival of spiritforce, all living beings entered the path of cultivation.

The overall power of the world underwent a qualitative transformation.

And as the God World was Xu Zimo’s True Fate World, he naturally benefited the most.

His True Fate was different from others.

The stronger the world became, the stronger he became. His True Fate didn’t require cultivation.

But this was even harder than cultivation.

Once the cultivation era stabilized and geniuses began to rise like bamboo shoots after the rain, Xu Zimo would then begin preparations for Heaven’s Will.

But that age was still far off, and he had much to prepare.

There was no need to rush.

...

At this moment, Xu Zimo sat cross-legged on Chaos’s back.

Streams of the Power of Creation were refining his body.

A body that could cross the void and face calamity head-on.

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