495: Chapter 495 My heart is unwavering! My will is steadfast!

Burial Son was trembling all over.

This time, it was not sorrow.

It was a monstrous wave rising from the depths of his bone marrow, a thunderclap of Chaos exploding from the very bottom of his Divine Soul!

This trembling erupted from the core of every cell, like the humming of billions of divine swords being unsheathed at once, like a volcano that had been silent for eternity suddenly erupting—his flesh was roaring, his bones were shuddering, and every strand of his Divine Soul was frantically screaming the same name!

Shock! Ultimate shock! Excitement! Mad excitement!

His gray-white pupils suddenly exploded within his internal vision of his Sea of Consciousness, and the vortex of the Void Realm and the Dao of Burials deep within his pupils was like an ignited galaxy, spinning crazily, stirring his Sea of Consciousness until the world itself seemed on the verge of collapse!

This devouring force was almost going to drag his entire Divine Soul in—but he was not afraid, because he finally understood!

This was not destruction; it was a call!

It was a puzzle piece lost for eternity finally sensing the summons of its Origin!

He finally understood!

Why was the Progenitor so respectful to this person?

Respectful to the point of burning his last Divine Soul, even abandoning Reincarnation, just to shield the Heavenly Dao for him and trade for a hundred years of peace?!

This was not repaying a debt of gratitude!

This was—an ancient existence who had lived for countless eras, in the final moment of his life, seeing something more important than his own life, more important than ten thousand years of orthodoxy, more important than everything in these Myriad Heavens and Worlds—a possibility!

It was the first ray of dawn glimpsed in the eternal night, the gate to the heavens suddenly bursting open on a dead-end road!

He finally understood the weight of the words the Progenitor spoke before parting—

"He will take you to places this ancestor cannot reach."

This was not a metaphor. This was not an expectation.

This was a prophecy, ironclad and decisive, wagered by a wise man spanning eternity with his final life!

At this moment, these words smashed onto his Divine Soul like Mount Buzhou collapsing, smashing him until he was almost suffocated, yet in the intense pain of suffocation, he felt an unprecedented—clarity!

This was more than just an Opportunity?! This was simply Heaven-Defying fortune!

It was a forbidden seed buried when Chaos first opened, the maturation of Karma that had spanned countless eras and waited for untold thousands of years!

A single scroll of Legacy would be enough to make a Great World flow with rivers of blood.

Two scrolls of Legacy would be enough to make those ancient figures sleeping at the end of the River of Time, who measured their lives in eras, crawl out of their coffins, stir up a monstrous sea of blood, and offer trillions of living beings as sacrifices!

And three scrolls of Legacy combined—this was not just addition, but a qualitative change!

This was the key capable of prying open the Foundation of the Dao and rewriting the rules of heaven and earth!

If one day the three Legacies truly appeared in the world, the Myriad Heavens would never again have day or night, and the Myriad Heavens and Worlds would lose peace forever!

Countless orthodoxies would pale in the shadow of this radiance, and would ignite with frantic greed in this shadow!

And this person—this man who looked excessively young and was as calm as a stagnant pool of water—just casually bestowed all three upon him like this?

A stranger he had just met, someone who could even be called a "burden"?

No test, no hesitation, not even a single word of unnecessary explanation.

It was as if that was not a supreme treasure capable of stirring up bloody rain across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, but just a leaf plucked at random, or water scooped up casually!

Was it because of the Progenitor's entrustment? Yes. But it was absolutely not just that!

Burial Son could feel it—these three Legacies were perfectly compatible with his newborn Void Realm Burial Dao Body, to a terrifying degree!

Every rune seemed to have grown naturally from the depths of his Bloodline, and every strand of Dao rhythm resonated with the rhythm of his breathing!

They were not an external "bestowal." They were originally his!

They were just parts—that had waited for too, too long, and finally returned to their Origin!

This person had long since seen through his fundamental nature, seen through all the possibilities and shackles of the Void Realm Burial Dao Body, and seen through the potential and defects deep within his Divine Soul that even he himself had not noticed!

And then, in that brief moment of eye contact—he paved the most suitable, most glorious, and most insane path for him!

This path led to the pinnacle, but it was filled with thorns. This path went against the Heavenly Dao, yet it sought to surpass the Heavenly Dao!

The Progenitor turning his final Divine Soul into a hundred years of shielding for the Heavenly Dao and gifting it to that person was repayment, was entrustment, but even more so—it was an investment!

A wise man, using his final existence, wagered all his chips on an uncertain but worthy possibility!

And this person turned around and bestowed the Legacy that could drive the Myriad Heavens and Worlds mad—it was responsibility, it was a promise, and even more so, it was an indescribable aura and vision!

This was absolute respect for a promise, a calm acceptance of the word "Fate," and even more, absolute self-confidence—in himself, in his Disciple, and in this path itself!

It was as if he were saying—a hundred years of shielding the Heavenly Dao in exchange for a future for you. It was worth it. This Legacy, I give it to you. And you are capable of receiving it.

Burial Son suddenly opened his eyes!

His eye sockets moistened again, tears sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the scorched earth, making a "hissing" sound—that was the Dao rhythm containing too many emotions, resonating with this place of life and death Reincarnation!

But this time, the tears were no longer salty. They were scalding hot. Like molten lava, like the rising morning sun!

Mixed with endless gratitude, ultimate shock, sudden enlightenment, and the determination to burn his bridges!

Deep within his gray-white pupils, nebulae were being born and dying, and worlds were opening for the first time.

He looked at Chu Changsheng, who was still as calm as water before him.

That face was excessively young, but that calmness itself was a bottomless majesty.

These eyes, at first glance, were like an ancient well without waves, but looking again, they seemed to contain wisdom and power even more profound than the endless Void Realm—this was not pressure deliberately radiated, but something naturally settled after experiencing too much and seeing through too much, like the River of Time itself—vast and boundless.

"Thump!" Burial Son did not hesitate in the slightest, his knees hitting the ground heavily!

His knees shattered the scorched earth and stone beneath his feet, and also shattered the last trace of hesitation and humbleness in his heart!

The dull sound of bones colliding with the earth echoed in the silent rift valley, as if some ancient ritual had been reawakened!

He straightened his back, like Mount Buzhou about to rise from the ground.

He raised his hands, left hand over right, palms inward, holding them high above his head—and slowly bowed.

Every movement was slow and heavy, carrying a nearly sacred sense of ritual.

His forehead touched the ground deeply. The moment the scorched earth met his flesh, a strange resonance rippled out from him as the center, and the rock walls on both sides of the rift valley trembled slightly!

"Thud!" The first kowtow! Thank you for the grace of imparting the Dao! Thank you, Revered Master, for granting me a path to the heavens and giving me the Foundation of the Dao!

This kowtow is for the Dao! It is the first ray of light when Chaos first opened, the first map for a lost traveler, the first piece of driftwood grabbed by a drowning person! From now on, I know why I walk this path. Even if there are thousands of dangers, my heart has a destination!

"Thud!" The second kowtow! Thank you for the virtue of teaching! Thank you, Revered Master, for clarifying the direction of my Dao path and resolving my confusion in cultivation!

This kowtow is for the Revered Master! It is the hand that parts the fog, the lamp that lights up the darkness, the sword that cuts through the thorns! From now on, I understand where the Dao lies. Even if there are thousands of diverging paths, my feet already have a direction!

"Thud!" The third kowtow! Thank you for the kindness of recognition! Thank you, Revered Master, for not looking down on my humbleness, not abandoning my Origins, accepting the Progenitor's entrustment, taking me into your sect, and giving me the chance for a new life!

This kowtow is for myself, and also for the Progenitor who, in the ancient past, also groped in the darkness but could not finish this path! It is for this brand new "me" who was abandoned by heaven and earth but recognized by one person! From now on, I am no longer a lonely ghost, no longer rootless duckweed. I have a place of Origin, and I also have a destination to strive toward!

Three kowtows, each as heavy as a star falling to earth! Each one came from the deepest part of his Soul, carrying all his gratitude, shock, enlightenment, and the determination to cut off his retreat!

Amidst the sound of the kowtows, the scorched earth cracked! Centered on his forehead, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly, and ancient bell chimes seemed to echo in the rift valley—that was the resonance of Bloodline and Legacy spanning time and space!

When he raised his head again, his forehead was covered in scorched black soil, with blood faintly seeping out and mixing with the gray soil, like some kind of ancient mark.

In his gray-white pupils, the last trace of sorrow completely faded away, washed clean. Replacing it was an unprecedented clarity and firmness, like the spotless firmament revealed after thunder splits the clouds!

He did not say any vows of loyalty, nor did he make any grand wishes. These words were too light at this moment to bear the weight of this Karma.

He just looked at Chu Changsheng, word by word, clear and powerful—every syllable seemed to be hammered out from the depths of his chest, carrying scalding temperature and iron-like will:

"Disciple Burial Son, pays respects to Revered Master!"

"Disciple will definitely not fail the Progenitor's entrustment, nor fail Revered Master's teachings!"

"On this path, Disciple will exhaust everything to walk it through!"

"Even if my body turns to ashes of tribulation, and my Divine Soul is extinguished—"

"This heart shall not regret!"

"This will shall not waver!"

Chu Changsheng looked at him quietly. Looking at this young man who, in a short period of time, had gone from losing everything to gaining everything, from the abyss of despair to the pinnacle of hope.

He could see the raging flames of breaking and then establishing in Burial Son's eyes, could see the light rekindled deep within those gray-white pupils, more intense and purer than ever before—this light was no longer the embers of forced burning, but the fire of determination he actively chose to ignite, to light up the path ahead, and even to burn himself.

He knew that the Lord of Burials' judgment was correct. This young man had a heart capable of bearing these Legacies.

This heart had not shattered in despair, had not lost its way in hope, and had not been swallowed by greed in the face of such a huge gift—instead, after the trembling, it had settled into an even more solid Foundation of the Dao.

"Rise." Chu Changsheng flicked his sleeve gently. A soft yet irresistible force lifted Burial Son up.

This power was not flashy, yet it seemed to contain the great power to lift stars and smooth out the Void Realm.

Burial Son stood up and found that the scorched soil and dust on his body were falling off one after another, and the mark on his forehead had also quietly healed, leaving only a very faint Dao pattern that seemed to have been there since birth.

"Remember what you said today." Chu Changsheng looked calmly at the ray of light above the rift valley, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to carry a strange weight, word by word, pressing onto this land that had just experienced life and death Reincarnation, and also pressing deep into Burial Son's Divine Soul—becoming an indelible brand.

"The path has already been given to you."

"How far you can go depends on your own Opportunity."

"Cultivate well."

The voice fell. A breeze suddenly blew through the rift valley, stirring up the scent of scorched earth, and also bringing a trace of freshness like rebirth from far beyond time and space.

The ray of light above seemed to brighten a little at this moment. Like the first ray of light that shone into the darkness when Chaos first opened.

"Yes, Revered Master!" Burial Son straightened his body, like an ancient sword that had finally been unsheathed, one that had drunk despair and reflected hope!

His gray hair fluttered gently in the breeze of the rift valley, like a flag waving in the embers of a battlefield.

In these gray-white eyes, there was no more confusion.

There was only clarity and determination, like stars just set and the Dao beginning to brighten.

The path ahead was clear.

The Dao path was opened.

All that remained—was to move forward.