437: Life and Death

Time passed unknowingly, and soon a thousand years had gone by.

"Haha, it's finally done!"

In the Void Dojo, Wu Ning couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. After a thousand years of experimentation, he was finally able to smoothly fuse the three Origins of Life, Death, and Creation.

Boom!!

Wu Ning casually threw the fused Origin in his hand, and it violently struck a massive Immortal Gold, exploding with a roar.

The supreme-grade Immortal Gold, capable of forging Dao Artifact Magic Treasures, was instantly pulverized into dust. A terrifying energy storm swept wildly towards the Void Realm. If a Dao Venerable expert had been at the center of the explosion, he would likely have been instantly blown to smithereens.

"Not bad, not bad."

Wu Ning was extremely satisfied with such power. Moreover, the power of the Great Dao of Life-Death-Creation was not just reflected in destruction.

Life, Death, and Creation—that was its mysterious aspect.

After successfully fusing the three Origin Daos, Wu Ning spent another hundred years mastering the Fusion process, reaching the Realm where he could fuse them in an instant.

He could effortlessly unleash the power of the fused Dao, combining the three Origin Daos.

And it was the Fusion of three top-tier Origin Daos.

At this point, Wu Ning's strength advanced another step, directly entering the first echelon of Heavenly Monarchs.

Whoosh!

Wu Ning teleported several times in a row, arriving in a very remote lower-grade Immortal Domain within the Taichu Ancient Realm.

With a wave of his hand, an incomparably vast power of Life-Death-Creation emerged, instantly enveloping the entire Immortal Domain. It transformed into a gentle drizzle, falling down and permeating every corner of the vast Immortal Domain.

As the drizzle of Creation continuously fell, the entire Immortal Domain quickly underwent earth-shattering changes.

In a large mountain range, there was an extremely remote small village.

For generations, the villagers lived by farming and hunting. Due to a lack of resources and Legacy, most villagers had little to no Cultivation, though their Physical Bodies were naturally much stronger than ordinary people.

Occasionally, a Genius with Cultivation talent would appear and leave the village for more prosperous places.

In this remote village, which seemed forgotten by the world, there were many injured and disabled people due to years of hunting.

Today, as a fine rain fell, an incomparably rich power of Creation permeated the world.

"Ah, a zombie!"

"A zombie!"

A family suddenly erupted in screams, immediately alarming the entire village.

Everyone rushed over, only to see a frail young man forcefully push open the wooden door with a bang, stumbling out.

He ran and shouted, "Someone, quick! My grandpa's a zombie!"

He frantically looked back, lost his footing, and fell heavily to the ground, his face pale with fright.

Everyone quickly arrived and, before they could even ask, saw a white-haired old man in a shroud, leaning on the doorframe, tottering out.

"Ah, Old Man Ge really is a zombie!"

Everyone was shocked. This old man had clearly just died this morning, and now he had actually come out on his own.

"No, no!"

Seeing a group of people surrounding him with sticks and cleavers, the old man quickly raised his hands and shouted, "Don't come any closer, I'm not completely dead yet..."

"He can even talk? Do zombies do that?"

"This is my first time seeing it too. You ask me, who should I ask?"

Seeing the old man speak, everyone was momentarily frozen in place, too scared to move.

Soon, the village chief appeared. "Don't panic, Old Man Ge has come back to life."

The village chief was one of the few in the village with Cultivation. Although his Cultivation was not high, his vision was much broader than that of ordinary villagers. He could tell at a glance that the old man was not a zombie, but had truly come back to life.

Everyone was half-believing, half-doubting.

The idea of resurrection was truly hard for them to believe.

Just then, exclamations of surprise rang out one after another from all over the village.

"Ah, ah! My hand... my hand actually grew back!"

"Ancestors are manifesting! My leg actually healed!"

Many disabled villagers were shocked to find that their missing body parts were regrowing at a visible speed.

Severed limbs regenerated, and all diseases vanished.

There were even bedridden patients, clinging to their last breath, who felt their bodies re-energize and suddenly sat up from their beds, scaring those around them greatly.

"It's the rain, it's the rain!"

Someone noticed that the withered trees in the village, after being rained on, all regained vitality and sprouted tender green shoots, realizing that all of this was related to the rain falling from the sky.

All the villagers rushed out of their homes, excitedly bathing in the rain of Creation.

"This is an Immortal manifesting!"

The village chief shouted excitedly, leading a group of villagers to bathe in the rain while kneeling towards the sky.

Such scenes were not only found in this remote small village but were commonplace throughout the entire Immortal Domain.

Large numbers of people who had died no more than three days ago, with their Physical Bodies perfectly preserved, were resurrected.

Countless people afflicted with injuries and illnesses were all cured. Even those without illness or injury felt their bodies renewed, as if they had suddenly become decades younger.

There were also many Cultivators, including some Immortal experts, who gained considerable Creation by bathing in the rain. Some experienced an Epiphany, some had their talent improved, and some even directly broke through their Cultivation Bottleneck, advancing to a higher Realm.

The myriad beings of the Immortal Domain were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes. They prostrated themselves, shouting that the Heavens had manifested.

But some powerful individuals did not believe in any manifestation from the Heavens. Instead, they thought that an astonishing supreme treasure had appeared, causing these unusual phenomena, and they began to search for it, leading to many battles.

In the end, they found nothing.

There were also some greedy individuals who tried to use their methods to collect all the rain of Creation falling from the Nine Heavens, but they suffered a backlash.

At best, they became contaminated with Death Qi, were plagued by misfortune, their Realm plummeted, and they could no longer make any progress.

At worst, their Cultivation was directly washed away by the rain.

Of course, besides humans, this Creation also favored other Immortal birds and exotic beasts, plant spirits, and even the Immortal Domain itself.

A rain of Creation fell for three consecutive days, giving birth to countless Heaven And Earth Treasures and creating a large number of auspicious grotto-heavens and blessed lands.

Later, to commemorate the day the rain of Creation descended, countless people in the Immortal Domain designated this day each year as the Rain God Festival.

Customs varied from place to place, including splashing water, praying for rain, and bathing with incense.

They even built countless Rain God Temples to offer annual sacrifices.

...

After Wu Ning caused three days of heavy rain and experimented with the capabilities of the Great Dao of Life-Death-Creation, he flashed back to the Void Dojo.

He did not pay attention to the subsequent effects.

"The power of Fusion Dao is indeed incomparable to a single Dao..."

Wu Ning muttered to himself, very satisfied with the experimental results of the Great Dao of Life-Death-Creation.

Next, he thought of something he had been putting off: creating a flawless living being.

A living being without intellectual defects, capable of normal reproduction, and able to Cultivate on its own.

Wu Ning thought for a moment and first used Immortal Soil to create some simple creatures, such as mice and rabbits.

Using the Great Dao of Life-Death-Creation, he succeeded on the first try. The mice and rabbits he created could reproduce normally.

Their intelligence was only comparable to ordinary mice and rabbits; their spiritual wisdom was not awakened, and they could not Cultivate.