Chapter 604: Chapter 418: Transaction_1
The creature bound by the Immortal Gold Iron Chain certainly has the ability to guard the Tree of All Paths. Within the World’s Tomb, there is almost no opponent for it. Despite being eroded for countless ages, it is not on par with ordinary beings of the Human Path Domain.
Although there’s only a subtle difference between mortals and immortals, possessing an Immortal’s aura can suppress 99 percent of Supreme Cultivators. Otherwise, Ao Sheng would not have felt reassured.
For all the aforementioned reasons, Jiang Hui was not in a hurry.
Now, his primary task is to wait for the Heavenly Seed to fully mature.
Compared to the Tree of All Paths, the Heavenly Seed is actually of even greater value. It requires the nourishment of the flesh and blood of the ancestors of the Alien Imperial Clan and has been incubating for an unknown period of time. It truly is an immaculate Dao seed.
Of course, the Tree of All Paths is equally extraordinary. Jiang Hui could sense that beneath its magnificent roots as sturdy as an old dragon, countless skeletons were buried.
All were Innate Gods and Demons, beings that could rival Supreme Invincible Existences upon maturity. They are powerful enough to suppress the Eight Directions in the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, causing none to dare disobey. And yet here they merely served as fertilizers for some Against Heaven Dao Seeds.
Whether it’s the Heavenly Seed or the Tree of All Paths, they are both treasures that are hard to come by. Not to mention in the Nine Heavens, even in the Immortal Domain they are rare. It must have taken Ao Sheng a great effort to find these two precious items.
The faint dawn broke, piercing through countless fragments of planets, bringing a small amount of light to these huge objects that had burned out. Yet in the end, everything returned to tranquility while the dark night covered them again.
Jiang Hui didn’t know how long he had been waiting here, perhaps a long time, or perhaps just a moment.
To him, time had long lost its original meaning. He was immortal and would never age, nor would he die naturally. If he wanted, he could merely linger until the end of time, even tens of thousands of years would pass in the blink of an eye. Hence, Jiang Hui wasn’t particularly sensitive to the concept of time.
Let alone not distinguishing the four seasons in the World’s Tomb, even the distinction between day and night isn’t particularly clear. Looking up, the dome was covered with dazzling aurora to the extreme. Even if others came, it would be hard for them to discern the specific time and date.
Jiang Hui meditated with eyes closed as always, exploring his Great Taoist principles.
He found that the environment here was really good, very suitable for his cultivation. To others, this might be an unimaginable place of chaos, but to Jiang Hui, the World’s Tomb seemed more like a rare Pure Land.
It was filled with various broken Dao seeds, each harboring some Law Fragments within. They weren’t all the same and were perfect for learning and reference.
Of course, this was undeniably a huge project and also a test of patience. Because the number of broken seeds was too numerous, dense like the floating sand in the Star Sea, each one like a tiny particle, floating in the vast World’s Tomb.
Fortunately, the laws within those broken seeds were only the most primitive fragments, so although he had to concentrate when learning from them, it actually didn’t take much effort.
Innumerable Dao seeds rolled in, dense and numerous, then circulated around Jiang Hui like stars, layer upon layer. A pale light emerged from them, sticking to Jiang Hui’s skin.
His aura became increasingly unfathomable, and increasingly difficult to detect. He was clearly meditating in that spot, but even to the naked eye, the first impression still likened him to a dead stone.
It was as if he had completely hidden himself in the vast universe, or merged with the Tao itself. He seemed to be everywhere and every breath seemed to be his, yet he was nowhere to be found, and didn’t seem to be him at all.
This was a mysterious state.
Superior to enlightenment.
If forced to compare, it was a bit similar to Emperor Huang Tian’s freedom technique, but it only had some similarities, fundamentally it was still different.
Emperor Huang Tian’s freedom technique emphasized omnipresence.
Free to become everything, capable of transforming into anything and anyone’s Dao fruit, capable of defying heaven itself and attacking across time and space. In every span of historical time, in every era, in every epoch’s heaven and earth, Emperor Huang Tian can appear anywhere, be it present, future, or past, any place can be him.
But Jiang Hui’s Dao was different.
The path he wanted to take was more like an invisible hand, not emphasizing the ability to transform into anything and everything, only stressing the ultimate singularity.
To give a common analogy.
If the eternal world was a micro-carved model, then Jiang Hui would be that unique existence outside of it.
His figure does not need to be present everywhere, for he is not of this world, but transcended beyond, independent from both the known and the unknown.
Beings in the world could sense his existence, but could never detect him. He was not within them, but he could manipulate everything with ease.
He created time, created space, and established all the rules, all the Dao lines. Life began because of him and existed because of him.
With a single thought, life arises, with another, all life falls.
As for who is stronger between this path and Emperor Huang Tian’s freely transforming technique, Jiang Hui did not know. But if he managed to take the final step, it would undoubtedly not be weak.
Of course, Jiang Hui didn’t have the leisure to compare.
Because in his plan, he wanted to try Emperor Huang Tian’s freely transforming technique as well. He was not going to restrict himself to a single path, after all, he had all the time in the world.