104: Chapter 14 A Chance Encounter

"These three grasses... don't seem ordinary either," said the child called A'Man, looking at the three small plants.

The little girl named A'Yue observed them carefully and said hesitantly:

"I think I've seen a similar record on a very old animal hide scroll... The crimson one might be of great use for tempering the physique, the black-and-white one seems able to clear and brighten the Divine Soul, and the azure one... appears capable of nourishing the Origin. There are exactly three of us, so one each?"

"Good, good!" A'Man immediately nodded.

However, the Human Race boy hesitated. "They suddenly appeared in this place, and there are exactly three... It's too much of a coincidence. Could there be a problem?"

The little girl A'Yue pondered and said, "It is quite coincidental, but the effects of the spiritual liquid are real. The Spiritual Qi of these precious herbs is pure and doesn't seem poisonous. Perhaps... it really is our Opportunity? The Black-Scaled Leopard was scared off earlier; maybe there's some existence, unseen and unknown, helping us?"

Her words made the other two quiet down as well, recalling the strange yet fortunate scene from moments ago.

In the end, the desire to grow stronger and their trust in each other prevailed.

They carefully picked the three precious herbs and each stored one away. A'Man took the crimson one, the Human Race boy took the black-and-white one, and A'Yue took the green one.

The moment they picked the precious herbs, the stone chamber trembled slightly. On the stone wall, some faint traces of ancient characters quietly emerged—an extremely ancient type of rune that the trio couldn't understand at all.

But as they gazed at them, the runes seemed to come alive, transforming into three faint rays of light that shot into the brows of each of the three.

All three shuddered, feeling as if something had been added to their minds.

They were incomplete fragments of great Dao runes, subtly resonating with their respective auras.

A'Man received fragmented runes related to the condensation and eruption of power.

The Human Race boy received a vague Legacy concerning the Yin and Yang of heaven and earth.

A'Yue received some ancient fragments of knowledge related to the perception of the Great Dao of Creation and the identification of herbs.

"This... this is..." The three were utterly astonished, realizing they had truly encountered an unimaginably great Opportunity.

"Thank you, Senior, for bestowing this fate!" The little girl A'Yue, being the most quick-witted, immediately bowed respectfully towards the Void Realm. She didn't know where the Senior was, or even if one truly existed.

A'Man and the Human Race boy also reacted and hurriedly followed suit with their bows.

The stone chamber remained quiet, with no response.

Only that pool of emerald-green spiritual liquid continued to emit its faint, clear fragrance.

After a long while, A'Yue straightened up, her gaze firm:

"The Senior does not wish to show themselves; there must be profound meaning. Having received this Opportunity, we must strive even harder and not fail this gift. This place is not safe to linger; we should leave quickly and digest our gains."

Filled with gratitude and excitement, the three swiftly left the stone chamber, carefully concealing the cave entrance.

Above the valley, hidden within the Void Realm, Jiang Hao watched the three youngsters supporting each other as they departed. A faint smile touched the corner of his mouth.

That stone chamber was originally a spiritual node in the earth veins he had casually enlightened. The spiritual liquid was condensed essence of vegetation, and the three precious herbs were nurtured by his own dao rhyme combined with the local attributes.

Those fragments of ancient runes were formed from a sliver of his own superficial insights into aspects like power, Yin and Yang, and creation.

For him, it was merely the effort of raising a hand, like giving a ladle of water to a thirsty seedling by the roadside.

Sometimes, playing the behind-the-scenes old grandpa feels quite nice.

"The seeds have been sown. Whether they grow into towering trees depends on your own fortune," Jiang Hao withdrew his gaze, without a trace of attachment.

All beings in the Mortal World have their own fated paths. He appreciated the potential and Heart-Nature of these three children. Casually giving them a bit of sunlight and rain was already fate.

Excessive intervention might stifle their natural growth.

Moreover, he was not a nanny and had no interest in planning other people's lives.

He did not linger further on the Primordial Ancient Star; his figure quietly vanished.

...

The Heavenly Realm. The Thirty-Three Heavens hung high; the Laws of the Heavenly Dao were like a net, strict and orderly.

This was one of the domains within the Heavens and Myriad Worlds with the most rigorous rules and the purest Spiritual Qi. It had once produced Heavenly Venerables and Ancient Emperors, possessing profound heritage.

Jiang Hao's figure silently penetrated the Heavenly Realm's layered protective formations and Heavenly Dao barriers, arriving at the core area where the Heavenly Realm's Origin was most concentrated.

A Chaos Immortal Island floating above the Thirty-Third Heaven.

This place was regarded as an absolute Forbidden Ground by the successive generations of powerhouses of the Heavenly Realm, but before Jiang Hao, it was as if nothing stood in his way.

He took out the fifth cauldron—the Heavenly Realm Cauldron.

This cauldron's design was ancient and square. Its body was inscribed with illusory images of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Palaces and the trajectories of the myriad stars, exuding a dao rhyme of governance and order.

Placing the Heavenly Realm Cauldron into the Chaos Spring Eye at the island's core, the dao patternss on the cauldron immediately resonated with the Heavenly Realm's Origin.

Fluctuations of Law quietly spread out, merging into every inch of the Heavenly Realm's space.

This would aid in the self-perfection and repair of the Heavenly Realm's Laws, benefiting the cultivation of its inhabitants in the long term.

With it properly placed, Jiang Hao did not linger for even a moment, as if he had merely passed by and left something behind. His figure had already begun to fade.

The Phoenix Realm. The Divine Parasol Tree stood tall, its flames eternal and unextinguished, permeated with the aura of Nirvana.

This was the ancestral land of the Phoenix race, filled with a unique dao rhyme intertwining vitality and destruction.

Jiang Hao appeared in the deepest part of the Phoenix Realm, at the center of a sea of flames composed of pure Nanming Li Fire.

Here lay a section of ancient parasol branch, its body crimson-gold and flowing with seven-colored radiant light. It was the focal point where the Phoenix Realm's Luck and the Laws of Nirvana intertwined.

He took out the sixth cauldron—the Nirvana Cauldron.

This cauldron had three legs and a round belly. Its body was carved in relief with scenes of myriad phoenixes paying homage and being reborn from flames, circulating the unceasing true meaning of Nirvana.

Placing the Phoenix Realm Cauldron beside that section of ancient parasol branch, the cauldron's body immediately produced a marvelous resonance with the Phoenix Realm's Nirvana Sea of Flames.

The flames seemed to become more docile and spiritually enriched; the Nirvana aura also grew purer.

For the Phoenix race and its affiliated races, long-term habitation and cultivation here would bring subtle, Subtle benefits.

Having done all this, Jiang Hao's gaze seemed to pierce through the endless Void Realm, glancing towards the direction of a certain magnificent palace within the Phoenix Realm before withdrawing his sight. His figure dissipated like blue smoke within the flames.

Of the nine cauldrons, the Ziwei, Kunlun, Beidou, Primordial, Heavenly Realm, and Phoenix Realm cauldrons had already returned to their positions. The world-stabilizing layout was initially taking shape, subtly connected to the pulse of heaven and earth.

For the remaining three cauldrons, he already had plans in mind.

"The cauldrons have been placed; the Karma has been sown." Jiang Hao returned beneath the familiar starry sky, standing with his hands behind his back, gazing towards the increasingly active myriad daos of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, which seemed on the verge of breaking free from their final restraints. His eyes remained calm and unrippled.

"The suppression of the Great Dao is nearing its end. Storms will arise. Let's see what kind of characters this world can produce."

His figure merged into the starlight.

Time passed swiftly. Another thousand years went by, and the atmosphere beneath the cosmic starry sky grew increasingly tense.

The dao marks of Chaos Great Emperor Jiang Hao, after another thousand years of natural dissipation and the erosion of time, had grown exceedingly faint, as if they might completely merge into the myriad daos and vanish at any moment.

Among the Star Domains of the Myriad Heavens, a sense of impending storm—a tense premonition—permeated the hearts of every powerhouse with ambition for the Emperors Path.

The self-sealed ancient freaks breathed more heavily; even divine source liquid and immortal elixirs could hardly fully calm their agitated hearts.