novelraw Chapter 1118 - 1118 The Divine King Is About to Attain the Dao
Chapter 1118 - 1118 The Divine King Is About to Attain the Dao
Regarding the attitude of the Mother of the Other Shore Flower, Jun Xiaoyao wisely chose to remain silent.
At that moment, Su Hongyi also arrived, while Shenle hung back behind her, observing with some hesitation.
"Hongyi, come back to the Immortal Realm with me." Jun Xiaoyao said.
"Yes, young master."
Su Hongyi nodded with certainty.
Wherever Jun Xiaoyao was, she would be there too.
As for Xuanyue, Fei Qingxue, Tuoba Yu, and the others still at the War God Academy.
Luo Xiangling had surely already made arrangements for them.
Her capabilities were quite formidable.
Jun Xiaoyao's gaze shifted toward Shenle.
Shenle's heart tightened, her expression a mixture of complexity and unease.
She now understood that Jun Xiaoyao was never truly the First King.
Yet after spending so much time together, Shenle had come to realize something.
What she was drawn to perhaps wasn't Jun Xiaoyao's identity as the First King.
But him as a person.
"Go. I won't kill you." Jun Xiaoyao's tone was indifferent.
Even the Ultimate Calamity had already been destroyed.
Shenle, a world-ending sovereign, clearly posed no threat of stirring up any trouble.
Considering the help Shenle had given him in the past and the goodwill she had shown by providing intelligence, he decided to spare her life.
Shenle bit her red lips with her pearly teeth.
For some reason, in that moment, hearing Jun Xiaoyao's calm words, she felt an urge to cry.
Shenle left without looking back, not wanting Jun Xiaoyao to see her tears.
"You really have a way of hurting people."
The Mother of the Other Shore Flower said lightly.
Jun Xiaoyao let out a sigh and said, "This is also for her own good. After all, she can't abandon her clan, and getting too entangled with me wouldn't be good for her."
Afterward, the Mother of the Other Shore Flower also tore through the void and departed.
She needed to go reorganize the Other Shore clan and lead them in a migration.
What remained now was simply tying up loose ends.
The six world-ending forbidden weapons.
The Mirror of Mahakala was still given to Su Hongyi by Jun Xiaoyao.
When Shenle left, she didn't even take the Demon Blade Tiankū with her.
Clearly, after the destruction of the Ultimate Calamity, the so-called destiny of the six world-ending kings no longer existed.
Shenle naturally had no need to bear the identity of a world-ending sovereign any longer.
After a brief thought, Jun Xiaoyao tossed all five world-ending forbidden weapons into the Myriad Primordial Cauldron to be refined.
Although the Divine Weeping War Halberd was useful, it required drawing on his bloodline power.
And with the Myriad Primordial Cauldron and the Daluo Sword Embryo, Jun Xiaoyao had little need for other weapons.
As the five world-ending forbidden weapons were fed into it, the three-legged, two-eared Myriad Primordial Cauldron, heavy as a mountain, began its refinement.
Both of these weapons could grow alongside Jun Xiaoyao.
"Alright, Xiaoyao, there's no time to waste. I'll send you out of the Outer Realm."
Jun Wuhui raised his palm and sliced through the void, opening a spatial passage.
"What about you, Father?"
Jun Xiaoyao looked toward Jun Wuhui.
He said he would send Jun Xiaoyao back to the Immortal Realm, which clearly meant he himself had no intention of returning.
"I still have matters to resolve. I need to take that step."
"Furthermore, though the Calamity is destroyed, the great tribulation has not ended. This is not a conclusion, but a beginning."
"It is very likely that even greater upheaval lies ahead. Your father needs to grow stronger in order to protect all of you, to protect the Jun clan and all living beings in the Immortal Realm."
Jun Wuhui's gaze was resolute and unwavering.
A noble man fulfills his destiny and lives without regret — this was his motto and the steadfast belief he had held throughout his life.
Hearing this, Jun Xiaoyao's expression also grew solemn.
He inexplicably thought again of the fragment of the future he had glimpsed when condensing the Three-Life Primordial Spirit.
Heaven and earth in chaos, a great tribulation sweeping across all realms, quasi-emperors lying dead across the cosmos, all living beings converging into a river of blood.
Jiang Shengyi gazed at him with a look of heartbreaking sorrow and, with her own hands, tore out her own heart.
Could that have not been a heart demon, but a true omen of the great tribulation?
And his father, judging by the meaning in his words, seemed to be on the verge of attaining the Dao.
It was hard to imagine just how powerful Jun Wuhui, already overwhelmingly strong, would become upon attaining the Dao.
"Father, with your talent, you should have been able to attain the Dao long ago, shouldn't you?" Jun Xiaoyao voiced his confusion.
Jun Wuhui's gifts were beyond question — absolutely monstrous.
Yet he had never attained the Dao all this time.
Jun Wuhui smiled and said, "Attaining the Dao is indeed no difficult matter for me."
"But the Great Emperor is not my destination. It is my starting point."
"If I am to attain the Dao, I will do so by surpassing all of ancient and modern history. At the very least, I cannot be weaker than the Founding Ancestor."
As Jun Wuhui said this, a trace of a divine king's pride and sharpness finally surfaced in his eyes.
He had once said something.
There was no need to seek out the Founding Ancestor — he would surpass the Founding Ancestor himself.
"That is my goal as well." Jun Xiaoyao smiled.
"Very well then. Your father will wait for the day you surpass me."
Jun Wuhui's eyes revealed a look of warm pride.
After exchanging a few more words.
The small cyan bird, none other than Fufeng Wang, swelled with the wind and transformed into a great azure roc.
Its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and with each beat, the surrounding space was torn apart, trembling violently.
Though Fufeng Wang had been thoroughly humbled in the presence of the Jun father and son, he was still a quasi-immortal, and his aura and strength were formidable.
Jun Xiaoyao brought Su Hongyi along and stepped onto the top of the great azure roc's head.
As for the trusted companions still at the War God Academy — Xuanyue, Fei Qingxue, Tuoba Yu, and the others.
Jun Xiaoyao was confident that Luo Xiangling would make proper arrangements and send them to the Immortal Realm.
"Young master, allow this old one to escort you back to the Immortal Realm."
Shen'ao Wang volunteered.
The Ultimate Calamity had already been destroyed, and his identity had been exposed. Remaining in the Outer Realm any longer would serve no purpose.
Shen'ao Wang also held deep admiration for Jun Xiaoyao, who had been capable of destroying the Calamity.
He even believed that Jun Xiaoyao would absolutely have the ability, in time, to grow to the same level as his benefactor — the Abandoned Heavenly Emperor.
"I am grateful for your trouble, Senior Shen'ao Wang." Jun Xiaoyao replied with humble grace.
Shen'ao Wang smiled and nodded warmly.
Before the spatial rift, Jun Xiaoyao took one last sweeping look at this shattered land.
The journey through the Outer Realm had finally come to a close.
He looked once more at that figure in white, upright and radiant, graceful as jade.
After rendering such extraordinary service, Jun Wuhui had not chosen to return to the Immortal Realm to receive the reverence of ten thousand people, nor to bask in glory.
Instead, he continued forward alone, to attain the Dao and prepare for the next great tribulation.
Concealing his merits and his name.
This was what a true hero looked like.
The Divine King, Wuhui.
"Go." Jun Wuhui's eyes held a look of tender affection.
Jun Xiaoyao nodded.
The only thing he could do now was to grow as strong as possible, so that one day he could help Jun Wuhui share the burden.
But his primary purpose was not for the sake of all living beings in the Immortal Realm — only for the loved ones, the cherished ones, and the family at his side.
Jun Xiaoyao, Su Hongyi, Shen'ao Wang, and the others departed.
Watching the spatial rift slowly close.
Jun Wuhui murmured to himself, "Becoming an immortal is easy, but true freedom is hard. Xiaoyao, I hope that one day you will truly ascend to the supreme heights and roam free throughout the world."
"The only thing your father can do is hold up a sky under which you can grow."
"Before that day comes, no tribulation or calamity shall be allowed to end this golden age."
Jun Wuhui's eyes instantly sharpened, his aura shaking the entire universe.
He ran a hand along the blade of the Immortal Slaying Sword, as an aura of immortal Dao flowed through it.
On this journey, Jun Wuhui was determined to take that step and ascend to the very pinnacle of emperorhood.
With his own shoulders and spine, he would hold up a peaceful and prosperous age for Jun Xiaoyao.