Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1832 Chapter 482: True King_3
Previously on Follow the path of Dao from infancy...
Even the mere blood of the Emperor proves too overwhelming for certain Immortal King Realm cultivators.
Primordial True Realm, Extreme Dao Mountain.
A handful of silhouettes ascended once more to the peak of Extreme Dao Mountain; these were none other than Di Wushe on his return, joined by Li Hao and the companions.
No sooner had they arrived at the mountain than the pair escorted Li Hao straight to the grand hall to brief their master.
The Dao Origin Immortal Emperor noticed Gu Mofan's absence and asked for details; Zhan Qinghuang promptly described everything that had happened, including Shi Miao's efforts to persuade them.
Having heard the account, the Dao Origin Immortal Emperor cast a look at Shi Miao, a hint of appreciation flickering in his gaze, and remarked, "Truly deserving of your status as the cherished pupil of the Heavenly Calamity, one of the Seven Monarchs from those days—it appears that conflict etched itself profoundly into your mind."
Shi Miao stayed quiet, his face devoid of emotion; the mark left by that disaster ran far deeper than mere profundity—it was seared into his very marrow!
"Shi Miao speaks truly; you three nearly threw caution to the winds and stirred up chaos—this reveals the gap in your Dao hearts, possessing only the semblance of an emperor's resolve, yet missing the genuine emperor's determination!"
The Dao Origin Immortal Emperor's eyes narrowed, his stare unusually sharp, as he declared, "That sense of frustration, outrage, intolerance... what good do such pointless feelings serve? If shame truly grips you, then devote yourselves to rigorous cultivation until you reach the heights. The slaughter, the heartbreaking losses, the myriad deaths you witnessed today pale in comparison to the horrors of antiquity!"
"The True Realm from a hundred thousand years past brimmed with glory, only to face near-total destruction at the hands of the Ancient Demons—imagine how dire things stand now."
Under their master's sharp rebuke, Di Wushe and Zhan Qinghuang's expressions shifted subtly, as they grasped the gravity of the crisis beyond and the lofty hopes their master held for them to ascend as emperors.
The authentic emperor's heart... Di Wushe gripped his fists lightly; hailing from the Emperor Clan, he never imagined his master would deem him bereft of a true emperor's heart.
Yet deep down, he recognized his master's words rang true; with the most exalted Emperor Clan blood coursing through him, his failure to forge a real emperor's Dao heart filled him with self-reproach.
"Master, can the Eastern Domain truly endure? Should the Ancient Demons band together and that ancient calamity revisit us, even with our utmost efforts in cultivation, who knows if we'll complete the Emperor Road in another ten thousand years—by that point, the Eastern Domain might..."
Zhan Qinghuang found herself compelled to voice her concern.
On the journey toward emperorship, the passage of time defies prediction; enlightenment could strike in an instant tomorrow, or one might toil for ten thousand years with scant progress.
As elite prodigies, they had once advanced at a blistering pace, free of barriers, but in the face of true imperial might, they had languished for twenty thousand years, each moment dragging on eternally.
"Fretting changes nothing; when the moment arrives for you to step into the fray, amid the brink of survival or doom, you'll charge forth regardless—be it as Quasi-Emperors or even frail youngsters! But that hour hasn't come; focus solely on pushing your limits further and amplifying your impact in the conflicts ahead!"
"Everything else? Pondering it yields no fruit."
The Dao Origin Immortal Emperor let out a cold huff.
Zhan Qinghuang and Di Wushe stood stunned, lapsing into quiet reflection.
Li Hao also grew still, his mind drifting back to the chaos in Ancestral Dragon City within the Eastern Domain; during these fleeting exchanges, untold souls there could already have perished.
How much longer could such devastation continue?
Though an Immortal King who wielded authority in peacetime, amid this realm-spanning clash of existence, he amounted to little more than a hefty pebble, incapable of creating waves.
"Haotian."
The Dao Origin Immortal Emperor's call snapped Li Hao's attention back to the chamber.
"Master."
Li Hao raised his head.
"You hold strong prospects for emperorship as well—don't grow lax."
The Dao Origin Immortal Emperor advised Li Hao, "Summoning you here on such short notice, while abrupt, aligns with decisions already reached among the True Realm Ten Thousand Clans."
"Hmm?"
At their master's statement, Li Hao felt a touch bewildered, a sentiment echoed by Di Wushe and Zhan Qinghuang, who all lifted their gazes toward him.
"After the calamity a hundred thousand years ago that almost obliterated the True Realm, how could the Ten Thousand Clans of the True Realm fail to prepare for the Ancient Demon Clan's potential revival?"
The Dao Origin Immortal Emperor's face hardened, his voice carrying a grave edge, as he continued, "With the Eastern Domain's war now ablaze, various mighty Great Emperor clans have quietly agreed just recently to activate full readiness for the Ten Thousand Clans War, while also launching a separate contingency: the True King!"
"The True King?"
Li Hao and the others exchanged puzzled glances.