149: Chapter 149 The Incarnation of the Great Dao? The Ancestor's Self-Strategy!

Just as Old Ancestor Xuantian's Divine Soul Origin was on the verge of collapsing.

In the deepest part of this Chaos Universe, within the eternal darkness, a touch of golden light quietly bloomed.

That radiance was born from the void, the Origin point of this world.

It was initially only like a speck of dust, but in the next instant, it expanded wildly; wherever the light reached, Chaos retreated, and the Law submitted.

Finally, the radiance condensed into a golden giant entrenched at the center of the Universe.

The giant's form could not be measured by any scale; stars burning for billions of years and galaxies swallowing nebulae were as small as fireflies around him.

He sat cross-legged, his silhouette wrapped in divine light, his features obscured. His very existence was the supreme Dao.

Before this golden giant, Old Ancestor Xuantian's Divine Soul could not even be considered a speck of dust.

He completely lost the ability to think, his Divine Soul becoming a blank slate.

The pressure of the three thousand gods and demons from a moment ago was nothing more than the difference between a dirt mound and a divine mountain compared to this.

If those three thousand gods and demons were the warriors guarding the Heavenly Court, then this golden giant was the supreme Dominator ruling over all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Just at this moment.

The golden giant's eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of purely golden pupils, devoid of emotion, possessing only the absoluteness that pierces through the Origin. Deep within the pupils, scenes of the Universe's birth and destruction and the changing of eras were reflected.

The instant the pupils opened, the entire Chaos Universe fell into absolute dead silence.

The galloping galaxy solidified, and the roaring gods and demons bowed their heads.

A voice containing no emotion crossed time and space, resounding directly in the deepest part of Old Ancestor Xuantian's Soul Origin.

Every syllable of that voice transformed into tangible power, pressing down like a divine mountain.

"Ant, how dare you disturb My slumber."

These short eight characters contained the power of Words Become Law.

Every word smashed fiercely onto his Divine Soul Origin.

"Pfft."

Old Ancestor Xuantian's Divine Soul projection could no longer maintain itself and was completely shattered by this voice, turning into a flickering, primitive Soul fire.

That Soul fire trembled violently under the golden giant's gaze, ready to extinguish at any moment.

"An... Ant?"

Old Ancestor Xuantian's consciousness churned within the Soul fire, his faith completely collapsing.

He remembered.

Deep within his Divine Soul memories, those sealed, forbidden records surfaced. Legend has it that some supreme existences standing at the peak of the myriad Daos would Seal their own mighty power and memories, falling into the Mortal World to undergo Reincarnation and cultivate again.

They would transform into a Mortal, using lifetime after lifetime of Reincarnation to comprehend their initial Dao Heart.

Such existences had a forbidden title: Incarnation of the Dao.

Their Sea of Consciousness was the embodiment of their own Dao. Any attempt to perform Possession on them was a provocation to the "Dao" itself.

"In... Incarnation of the Dao..."

"I was actually attempting Possession on an Incarnation of the Dao walking in the Mortal World?"

Upon realizing this, Old Ancestor Xuantian couldn't even feel fear; only endless absurdity remained.

This wasn't an ant shaking a tree; it was a speck of dust attempting to devour the Universe.

How ridiculous.

"Thump."

The Soul fire condensed into an illusory silhouette and prostrated itself before the golden giant.

"My Lord, spare me! This one did not recognize Mount Tai and deserves to die ten thousand times over."

"This one did not know you were here undergoing a tribulation; I offended you unintentionally, truly unintentionally."

Old Ancestor Xuantian kowtowed frantically, his voice filled with remorse and pleading. His only thought now was to survive.

However, the golden giant did not respond.

His gaze remained indifferent, viewing all things as straw dogs.

The giant slowly raised a finger.

A finger more vast than a galaxy, entwined with Chaos Qi, pressed down nonchalantly toward Old Ancestor Xuantian's Soul fire.

There was no killing intent, no rage; it was merely crushing a bug.

Watching that finger that suppressed time and space, Old Ancestor Xuantian truly touched upon death.

He understood that he had absolutely no chance of survival.

No.

I cannot die like this.

I, Xuantian, have cultivated for one hundred thousand years; I cannot die so ignobly.

Under the stimulation of impending death, his Soul fire, which was about to extinguish, erupted with unprecedented brightness.

He had to do something to trade for a glimmer of life.

Offering treasures? Begging for mercy? None of it was useful.

In a flash, a crazy thought crossed his mind.

That's it.

Since this Lord is experiencing the Mortal World, his "Mortal body" must require resources.

His own one hundred thousand years of cultivation experience, from Qi Refining to Mahayana, should be considered a great gift for a "newbie."

Rather than being passively erased, it was better to actively offer a sacrifice.

After making his decision, Old Ancestor Xuantian hesitated no longer and shouted with his last bit of Divine Soul strength.

"My Lord, please show mercy."

"This subordinate is willing to sacrifice everything, transforming into resources to assist in your Mortal World cultivation."

As these words fell, his Soul fire burned brilliantly.

He actively ignited his Divine Soul Origin, refining his one hundred thousand years of memories, Cultivation Technique, combat experience, and Dao insights... everything he had to the extreme.

Finally, the Soul fire extinguished, leaving behind only a thumb-sized ball of energy flowing with seven-colored Dao Rhyme.

This was the essence of his entire life.

"This is this subordinate's life's Dao fruit, offered to you, My Lord."

"I only ask that you show grace and allow a sliver of my true spirit to enter Reincarnation."

After doing all this, Old Ancestor Xuantian's consciousness was weak to the extreme, and he self-destructed his Soul.

The remaining Soul light turned into a few specks of stardust and dissipated into the void.

And the initiator of all this, Su Changge's consciousness—that Q-version golden little person—was staring blankly at the seven-colored light ball that had flown over voluntarily, and then at the place where Old Ancestor Xuantian had disappeared after skillfully self-destructing.

The entire "person" was stunned.

"What is going on?"

"He just... offered himself up like that?"

"I was just following the System's prompt to strike the coolest pose and recite the lines."

"What did this guy imagine in his head to scare himself to death?"

"And he even proactively packaged himself into an experience gift pack and sent it over?"

Su Changge's worldview suffered a violent impact.

So, are Seniors in the cultivation world all this helpful?