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Cultivation Begins from Infancy - Chapter 398
🕑 Added 2025-04-13 01:09:56 +0000 UTCVolume 3 - Chapter 104: Millions May Stand in My Way, Yet I Press Forward - Instant Kill Streak - Part 1
“Is this the strongest fighter here?”
“Weak, far too weak.”
“A mortal who has reached the Dao Law Realm, and this is all they can do? The three martial arts extremes they've mastered were merely honed through the passage of time. They're just a pile of old bones, ready to return to the earth.”
“To cultivate to this extent in such an energy-starved place can be considered decent aptitude.”
Six figures stood in midair, four men and two women, each of them dazzling as though they were radiant pearls, exuding brilliance.
Their aura was that of unparalleled geniuses, lofty and unrestrained, exuding a confidence that looked down on everything. Their faces carried easygoing smiles as they disdainfully observed the old Daoist below them in the plaza.
That old Daoist was none other than the real person of Qiandao Palace, surnamed Qin. He was not of the Jiang family but was a boy picked up thousands of years ago by one of the Jiang family's ancestors from the ruins ravaged by demons. He was raised by that ancestor to listen to their teachings and cultivate.
The boy who once laughed and played at the ancestor’s side was now an aged Daoist, white-haired and withered.
If that Jiang family ancestor were still alive, they would see the boy’s once smooth and tender face now deeply lined with wrinkles, like withered bark. Yet, there were still faint traces of the child’s familiar features in his brows and eyes.
Sweat—or perhaps blood—trickled down his cheek.
Daoist Qin was panting lightly, leaning on his sword for support.
His Daoist robe was tattered, his energy was dim, and his complexion pale, but his eyes were still fixed firmly on the six figures in the air.
These six youthful and arrogant individuals, though full of vigor and exuding peerless confidence, possessed an unimaginably terrifying strength. Compared to the countless other geniuses he had seen, these six weren’t merely prodigies; they had already stepped into the Dao Law Realm and were only a step away from becoming Dao Saints.
Although that step was unimaginably far and difficult, barring countless peerless talents throughout history, just reaching this threshold made them unique among billions.
Was defeat inevitable?
Daoist Qin’s gaze remained sharp, but his heart sank deeper.
Not long ago, he had told Emperor Yu that he would hold the line for Great Yu for another ten years, shielding the young successor from storms and allowing him to grow fully to inherit his position.
But now, these six prodigies who suddenly appeared behind the three Desolate Gods had shattered all those hopes.
It was like an unforeseen catastrophe, impossible to predict.
A meteor crashing down, destroying a city, and killing its people in an unexpected disaster.
Great Yu, with its vast reserves, boasted 30 to 40 cultivators at the Fourth Realm under the royal family’s direct control alone!
Such a foundation could withstand any storm and upheaval. With expansive lands, even dozens of meteors falling would not destroy it.
Yet now, these six Dao Law Realm cultivators were a calamity tantamount to the heavens collapsing for the Divine Dynasty of Great Yu.
“Impressive—surviving twenty of our moves and still standing. Hold on now; the number of people around you seems far greater than twenty.”
A peerlessly beautiful woman covered her mouth and laughed softly.
Her eyes sparkled like stars, her eyebrows arched like distant mountains, and her every gesture exuded endless charm. Her smile, as radiant as peach blossoms, chilled the hearts of all who heard her words.
Daoist Qin drew a deep breath. His eyes sharpened, becoming colder still.
The energy within him contracted, condensing rapidly. His meridians began tearing and dissolving, his entire body’s network of meridians fracturing.
He was prepared to burn his Dao force as a final desperate gambit.
But just as he was about to act, a figure suddenly streaked through the air, positioning itself in front of him.
The newcomer wore a dark imperial robe, its long train brushing the ground. Intricate dragon patterns coiled around the robe, radiating an innate majesty.
Daoist Qin froze, his expression changing as he looked up at the figure standing before him.
The one who had arrived was none other than Emperor Yu.
At this moment, Emperor Yu held the Imperial Dragon Seal aloft. His stature was tall and imposing, and his eyes burned like torches, seeming to pierce through the sun and moon as he stared at the six figures in the sky.
“This incense power, gathered by my Jiang family—this is what you’ve come for, isn’t it? Take it and spare us our lives. If you seek to establish a Dao lineage, the billions of people of Great Yu are willing to worship you.”
Emperor Yu slowly raised his hand, holding the incomparably precious Dragon Seal high. His voice, dignified, was tinged with profound resignation.
The six Dao Law Realm cultivators had struck like lightning, breaking through the royal city, the imperial palace, and crushing Daoist Qin. These sudden developments had forced him to make this choice.
“Your Majesty...”
“Your Majesty...”
Hearing Emperor Yu’s words, the other strong cultivators present—Xia Linglong, Li Muxiu, and others who had come as reinforcements but were captured and restrained—were aghast.
Looking at the imperial figure towering like a mountain, many felt a lump in their throats. This was the emperor, before whom millions bowed, now bowing himself.
Was this the end of the Divine Dynasty that had stood strong for over three thousand years?
Daoist Qin stared blankly at Emperor Yu’s back, instantly realizing that the emperor had seen the truth—they had no hope.
Though Emperor Yu was in the Dao-Seeker Realm and only at the True Person Stage, he understood the weight of six Dao Law Realm cultivators, let alone the demons beside them who had yet to act.
Daoist Qin’s arm trembled as he gripped his sword’s hilt, lowering his head.
Three thousand years of planning and preparation, snatched away in an instant. How could such hatred be tolerated?
The ancestral revival, now destroyed—how could this be endured?!
The city in ruins, its citizens reduced to livestock—how could this be endured?!
But Emperor Yu was no ordinary man, no commoner. He bore the weight of something even more painful than humiliation; he had to endure it.
Watching the emperor bow and offer the Dragon Seal, giving away the Great Yu Dynasty, filled everyone with indescribable sorrow and anguish.
Those who had gathered here were all strong and intelligent. They understood that Emperor Yu’s actions were to preserve humanity and leave a sliver of hope for the future.
But where could hope be found?
Daoist Qin lowered his head, already realizing that Emperor Yu had placed all his hopes on that young successor.
At least the youth wasn’t here...
Thinking of the youth’s potential and rapid growth, the overwhelming sorrow and fury in his heart lessened slightly.
Ten years. Perhaps ten years would be enough for that youth to reclaim everything.
With this thought, he let out a silent sigh of relief.
But before he could fully exhale, a cold voice came from above.
“This incense power—it will be ours even if we kill you. Everything here already belongs to us. Do you think offering it early will sow discord among us and give you an opening?”
The speaker was a young man in a yellow-and-white Daoist robe. His air was noble and unrestrained, but his eyes were cold and as still as a calm lake.
He seemed to pierce through the emperor’s intentions with a single glance.
Hearing his words, everyone present froze, their expressions changing slightly.
Emperor Yu’s eyelids twitched, and his heart plummeted.
Before he could open his mouth to defend himself, the young man let out a cold snort. “You dare attempt to manipulate imperial schemes before me? Kneel!”
His words carried the force of Dao Law, enshrouding Emperor Yu in its oppressive might.
Emperor Yu’s face changed drastically. The power of the Great Dao within him erupted, instantly revealing his Dao-Seeker Realm aura.
An overwhelming force burst forth, as if it could defy the heavens and the earth, attempting to resist the crushing Dao Law. But it was as if an invisible hand seized his Dao force, forcing it back into his body.
His eyes widened in anger, his dragon robe billowing as his power surged. The fabric tore apart as a colossal force bore down on him, bending his knees. Yet his hair bristled with defiance as he struggled to resist.
The muscles in his legs tore apart, blood splattering everywhere.
“Your Majesty!”
“Don’t!”
“I’ll fight you!”
From among the crowd, someone roared in fury and leapt toward the heavens, unleashing their ultimate technique.
Bang!
Before the figure could reach the sky, their body exploded midair, scattering in fragments. Even their divine soul shimmered briefly like a dying ember before vanishing completely, as if extinguished by a mere pinch.
At the same time, Daoist Qin, his face contorted with rage, slashed upward with his sword, severing the rules of the Dao that bound the area.
“Hmph, still resisting?”
The young man snorted coldly, golden light flashing in his eyes. The Dao Law radiated from him like a torrent, suppressing everything beneath him.
Bang!
Daoist Qin coughed up blood as his body trembled from the impact, worsening his injuries.
As for Emperor Yu, who had just severed the Dao Law restricting him, an even greater force descended upon him like a hammer blow.
The ground beneath his feet caved in with a deafening crack, shaking violently. The immense pressure weighed down on him, forcing his body to bend as if to kneel, stripping him of his dignity.
Emperor Yu understood what the young man intended—to make him kneel, not merely to humiliate him but to shatter the morale of everyone present. It was a calculated move to instill despair, to destroy their will to fight, and to force them into submission.
He could die, but he would not die in disgrace.
Boom!
A wild fury ignited in Emperor Yu’s blood-red eyes. Every ounce of strength he possessed erupted forth. His entire body radiated a golden-red divine power, the pinnacle of his strength.
Simultaneously, the power of the earth and heavens surged toward him, reinforcing his crumbling energy.
Yet the Dao Law above him, vast as the heavens, was an irresistible force, and his body was still being crushed inch by inch.
Splatter!
In an instant, blood sprayed into the air.
The ground trembled violently, as though struck by a mountain.
Emperor Yu’s legs broke at the knees, the lower halves severed completely, leaving him kneeling atop the ruined earth.
Yet despite this, his spine remained ramrod straight.
The crowd froze, their faces etched with despair and rage.
...
The young man’s eyes narrowed slightly, clearly not expecting Emperor Yu to sever his own legs rather than kneel before him.
But did such defiance mean he could escape his will?
“If you refuse to kneel, then lie flat!”
The young man’s words resounded, the force of his Dao Law cascading downward.
Daoist Qin roared furiously, letting out an earth-shattering bellow as he charged forward with his sword.
“Don’t interfere with Senior Brother Mu’s mood,” said the peerless beauty who had laughed earlier, intercepting Daoist Qin to prevent him from disrupting the situation.
Bang!
Below, Emperor Yu spat out a mouthful of blood as his body was slammed forcefully against the ground, pressed flat by an overwhelming force.
“Your Majesty…”
The crowd, witnessing this scene, clenched their fists in grief and fury, their bodies trembling with rage.
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