214: Chapter 214 Six-Color Inheritance

The morning bell of Yongning City rang out once again, a full month having passed since Shen Zhao returned from the depths of Chaos.

After that day, the light at the peak of the Monument of Heroes changed from five colors to six colors.

An additional streak of azure appeared, which was the Origin color of Guardian Patriarch Bai Yunzhou.

The six-colored light slowly flowed at the peak of the monument, resembling eternal stars.

It illuminated the entire Yongning City and the heart of every Guardian.

Shen Zhao stood before the monument, gazing at the six-colored light, remaining silent for a long time.

Within his body, the six powers were undergoing deep Fusion.

Primordial Power, Chaos, Power of Space-Time, Karma, Life, and Power of Dao Protection.

Each power was a world, and each Legacy was a piece of history.

They slowly rotated in his Dantian, forming a complete miniature Universe.

The Universe was evolving, stars were being born, Life was multiplying, and civilizations were being passed down.

Shen Zhao closed his eyes, feeling every pulsation of that miniature Universe.

That was the power of creation, the power of protection, and even more so, the power of Legacy.

He opened his eyes and turned to walk in the direction of the Guardian Academy.

The forty-five volumes of Legacy had already been written, but he still had one more thing to do.

He wanted to write the Origin of Guardian Patriarch Bai Yunzhou into the Legacy as well.

To let later generations know what was most important for a Guardian.

It was not power, talent, or wisdom, but the original aspiration.

On the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion of the Guardian Academy, forty-five volumes of Jade Slips were neatly arranged.

Five kinds of light reflected off one another, illuminating the entire space.

Shen Zhao sat before the desk, with blank Jade Slips spread out in front of him.

Holding a carving pen in his hand, he pondered for a long time.

He was thinking about how to write the Patriarch's Legacy.

The Life of Guardian Patriarch Bai Yunzhou was a legend.

From an ordinary Disciple of the Qingxuan Sect to the Guardian Patriarch of the starry sea.

From the decisive battle with the Void Sovereign to perishing together with the Ash-Eater Clan.

From returning ten years after dissipating to ultimately leaving his Origin in the depths of Chaos.

His entire Life was spent protecting, giving, and passing on the Legacy.

Shen Zhao took a deep breath and finally put pen to paper.

He wrote very slowly, repeatedly pondering every single word.

Because what he wrote was not a Cultivation Technique, nor a chant.

But rather a person's Life and a person's spirit.

Volume One: The Patriarch's Childhood.

Volume Two: The Patriarch's Rise.

Volume Three: The Patriarch's Protection.

Volume Four: The Patriarch's Sacrifice.

Volume Five: The Patriarch's Return.

Volume Six: The Patriarch's Legacy.

He wrote for a full six months, producing six volumes.

Together with the previous forty-five volumes, it totaled fifty-one volumes.

Six powers and fifty-one volumes of Legacy.

Shen Zhao placed the last six volumes on the shelf.

Side by side with the previous forty-five volumes.

Fifty-one volumes of Jade Slips and six kinds of light.

Illuminated the top floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

Shen Zhao stood before the shelf, looking at these Jade Slips.

An unprecedented calmness surged within his heart.

He had done it; he had left behind all the Legacies.

Primordial Power, Chaos, Power of Space-Time, Karma, Life, and Power of Dao Protection.

Six powers, six promises, and six kinds of hope.

Shen Yuan walked upstairs and looked at those Jade Slips.

His eyes were filled with shock.

"Zhao'er, have you finished writing?"

"I have finished writing."

"Fifty-one volumes?"

"Fifty-one volumes."

Shen Yuan was silent for a long time, then stepped forward.

Gently stroking those Jade Slips, his fingers trembled slightly.

"From Guardian Patriarch Bai Yunzhou to the present, more than ten thousand years have passed."

"The Scripture Pavilion of the Guardian Academy has never had so many Legacies."

Shen Zhao shook his head, his voice very soft.

"It is not that this Disciple has written much, but that the Seniors have left behind a lot."

"This Disciple has merely recorded their stories."

Shen Yuan looked at him, his eyes filled with gratification.

"No, you have done more than just record."

"You have given Life to these stories and direction to later generations."

"That is enough."

Shen Zhao said nothing more and turned to walk to the window.

Gazing at the distant Monument of Heroes, the six-colored light at the peak of the monument shone brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Uncle, this Disciple wishes to hold a lecture."

"What lecture?"

"A Dao Protection Legacy lecture."

"To teach the basic insights of the six powers to the Disciples of the Guardian Academy."

"To let them know that a Guardian is not born, but forged."

Shen Yuan was silent for a moment and slowly nodded.

"Good, you go make the arrangements."

Three days later, on the Martial Arts Arena of the Guardian Academy.

Hundreds of Disciples sat cross-legged with futons and low tables placed before them.

Shen Zhao stood before them, holding a Jade Slip in his hand.

That was the introductory insight into Primordial Power, which he had spent a month writing.

"Do you know what Primordial Power is?"

The Disciples looked at each other in dismay, and no one could answer.

Shen Zhao raised his hand, and a Chaos-colored light emerged from his palm.

That light was very faint, so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But it truly existed, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

"Primordial Power is the very first power when the Universe was born."

"It created everything and also ended everything."

"Yet it is not used for slaughter, but for protection."

"Remember, the essence of Primordial Power is not creation, but protection."

The Disciples listened attentively; some took notes, while others closed their eyes to comprehend.

Shen Zhao lectured very slowly, explaining every single word multiple times.

Because he knew that Primordial Power was too profound.

Not everyone could understand it, and not everyone could learn it.

But he had to lecture on it and let more people know.

Because this was the Legacy and the mission of the Guardian.

He lectured for a full hour before finishing the introduction to Primordial Power.

Some Disciples suddenly understood, while others remained confused.

Shen Zhao did not force it, because he knew.

Comprehending the Dao required time, Opportunity, and one's own efforts.

He put away the Jade Slip and swept his gaze across the entire audience.

"Today's class ends here; go back and properly comprehend it."

"If there is anything you do not understand, come to the Scripture Pavilion to find this Disciple at any time."

The Disciples agreed in unison and successively stood up to salute.

Shen Zhao nodded and turned to walk toward the Scripture Pavilion.

He still had many classes to prepare for and many Jade Slips to write.

Of the six powers, each needed to be written into three volumes: introduction, advancement, and mastery.

That was eighteen volumes, which would take at least a year.

But he was not afraid, because he knew.

These Jade Slips might change the destinies of many people.

In the following days, Shen Zhao lived a very fulfilling Life.

Teaching classes during the day, preparing lessons at night, and occasionally visiting the Investigation Department.

Director Su Yun would send over the latest monitoring data.

That crack at the edge of the starry sea had completely closed.

No new cracks appeared, and there were no abnormalities whatsoever.

Everything was very calm, as calm as the tranquility before a storm.

But Shen Zhao knew that this calmness would not last long.

The ten-thousand-year cycle was coming to an end, and a new threat was about to descend.

He had to make all preparations before then.

Late that night, Shen Zhao was preparing lessons in the Scripture Pavilion.

Suddenly feeling a palpitation, the six-colored power automatically circulated within his body.

He suddenly raised his head and looked toward the edge of the starry sea.

Over there, something was calling out to him.

More intense and urgent than any time before.

Shen Zhao stood up and walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.

Shen Yuan was standing before the Monument of Heroes, likewise gazing in that direction.

"Uncle, did you feel it too?"

"I felt it, very strongly."

"This Disciple will go take a look."

Shen Yuan did not stop him, merely nodding.

"Be careful."

Shen Zhao nodded and turned to walk toward the Star Port.

An hour later, the spacetime flying boat rose from the Star Port.

And sped away toward the edge of the starry sea.

The six-colored light flowed around the flying boat, its speed several times faster than before.

Three days later, the flying boat arrived at the edge of the starry sea.

Looking from afar, the Void Realm ahead was completely calm.

There were no cracks, no wrinkles, and no abnormalities whatsoever.

But Shen Zhao knew that beneath that calmness, a huge crisis was hidden.

He walked out of the cabin door and hovered in the Void Realm.

The six-colored power surged out from his palms, spreading in all directions.

Perceiving every inch of space and every wisps of energy around him.

Finally, in the deepest part of the Void Realm, he perceived a faint fluctuation.

That fluctuation was very faint, so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But it truly existed, resembling a heartbeat, resembling breathing.

Shen Zhao flew toward that direction, the six-colored power forming a barrier on the surface of his body.

The closer he got, the stronger the fluctuation became, and space began to distort.

Time began to disorder, and Karma began to plunge into Chaos.

Shen Zhao gritted his teeth, operating the six-colored power with all his might.

Primordial Power stabilized space, and the Power of Space-Time straightened out time.

Karma Power straightened out connections, and the Power of Dao Protection guarded his mind and spirit.

He finally crossed through that distorted region.

The scene ahead made him stop in his tracks.

That was a door, a huge door.

Ten thousand zhang high, pitch black throughout, with its surface engraved with ancient runes.

Those runes slowly flowed, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

Through the crack of the door, light could be faintly seen flashing.

That light was very faint, so faint it was almost imperceptible.

But it truly existed, like a lonely star in the midst of darkness.

Shen Zhao walked up to the door and reached out to touch it gently.

The moment his fingertips touched the surface of the door.

An aged and exhausted voice resounded in his mind.

"Later generation, you have finally come."

Shen Zhao's heart tightened as he took a step back.

"Who are you?"

"This seat... is the Spirit of the Gate."

"Guarding this door for hundreds of millions of years."

Shen Zhao was stunned. The Spirit of the Gate? He had never heard of it.

That voice continued.

"This door is the boundary of the Chaotic Universe."

"Outside the door is the endless Void Realm."

"Inside the door is your world."

"For hundreds of millions of years, the door has always been closing."

"Now, it is about to open."

Shen Zhao's brows furrowed tightly.

"Why must it open?"

"Because the cycle of the Universe has arrived."

"Creation and destruction are inherently two sides of the same coin."

"The old Universe dies, and a new Universe is born."

"When the door opens, it is both the end and the beginning."

Shen Zhao was silent for a long time.

"What can this Disciple do?"

"Close the door."

"By closing the door, can the end be prevented?"

"No, it can only be delayed."

"Delayed for how long?"

"Ten thousand years, perhaps shorter, perhaps longer."

Shen Zhao clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

Ten thousand years, yet another ten thousand years.

Guardian Lin Jingyun guarded for ten thousand years, and Path Guardian Ancestor Qin Hao guarded for ten thousand years.

Now, it was his turn.

"What should this Disciple do?"

"Use your six powers to reinforce the Seal on the door."

"But remember, this is not permanent."

"Ten thousand years later, the door will open again."

"At that time, there will be new Guardians."

Shen Zhao nodded and walked up to the door.

The six-colored power surged out from his palms, pouring into the runes on the door.

The runes began to glow, growing brighter and brighter.

The six colors intertwined together, shrouding the entire door.

The light in the crack of the door gradually dimmed, and the door was slowly closing.

Shen Zhao's spiritual power was rapidly depleting, and his complexion grew increasingly pale.

But he did not stop, because he knew.

He had to close the door and delay the end.

To buy time for the starry sea and for later generations.

He poured his final power into the runes.

The door closed completely, emitting a muffled, thunderous roar.

The light on the runes gradually dimmed, returning to their original appearance.

But it was more solid and lasting than before.

Shen Zhao collapsed sitting in the Void Realm, panting heavily.

His spiritual power was exhausted, and little of the six powers remained.

But he smiled, smiling with incomparable relief.

He had done it; he had closed the door.

Buying ten thousand years of time for the starry sea.

He stood up and took one last look at the door.

Turning around, he flew toward the direction of the flying boat.

Three days later, Shen Zhao returned to Yongning City.

Shen Yuan waited for him at the Star Port, and upon seeing his complexion, asked no further questions.

"Closed?"

"Closed."

"How long can it hold?"

"Ten thousand years."

Shen Yuan was silent for a long time, then patted his shoulder.

"That is enough."

Shen Zhao nodded, and the two walked side by side toward the Monument of Heroes.

The six-colored light at the peak of the monument shone brilliantly in the setting sun.

Shen Zhao knelt before the monument, bowing deeply to those names.

"Seniors, this Disciple has closed the door."

"The starry sea can hold on for another ten thousand years."

"Ten thousand years later, there will be new Guardians."