franphil Chapter 332 The Xia Dynasty of the Si Surname
Chapter 332 The Xia Dynasty of the Si Surname
Chapter 332 The Xia Dynasty of the Si Surname
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Xia'er surveyed the vast lands stretching for thousands of miles from the perspective of the mother nest.
His soul seemed to have undergone a cleansing.
On this land, whether it's immortals or humans, the very existence of these beings is the greatest meaning of their existence.
Living, being eaten, being killed, being sacrificed.
It's meaningless otherwise.
Immortals only need to guard the mother nest where there is no disturbance, and mortals also do not need to struggle for survival. As long as they live, they will be eaten, killed, or sacrificed.
This is a land of extreme abundance. Within the area influenced by the mother nest, no one will starve. There is no need to search for fruit or hunt. Even the most basic biological reproduction is unnecessary. Pregnancy is natural; even rocks on the mountain can become pregnant. The very necessity for the survival of the species has been taken away.
Mortals cannot resist extraordinary individuals who possess the blood of immortals and exhibit the characteristics of wild beasts.
These "mixed" beings are equally powerless to resist the pure-blooded descendants of immortals, and the descendants of immortals are powerless to resist the source of their bloodline and their ancestors. The existence of the mother nest also provides the foundation for the continuation of these bloodlines, lineages, and inheritances. Everything was already destined, and perhaps only death and pain are vibrant colors.
Only in the moment of liberation is the mind not numb.
The numb wander aimlessly.
The bewildered wander aimlessly.
Humans are like birds and beasts, and no one cares what humans do. Many are born on this land and die on this land. Some bewildered people walk out of this vast yellow earth. They don't know why they have to leave or where they are going, but they just walk aimlessly.
Many died along the way, but some lucky ones would cross the towering mountains and see a river—a straight, wide, illusory, colorless, dark river.
The river itself has no color, but standing on the mountaintop and looking into the distance, you can see the color of the earth, and the river is also tinged with the color of the earth.
Even without any introduction, when people see this river, they will understand that it is the destination of life, their end, the place they should go.
For the first time, a person as insignificant as a blade of grass seemed to feel that life had meaning.
Life is for the sake of death.
The first person to step into the river with a smile appeared.
He sank into it and disappeared without a trace, one person after another stepping into the river after him.
This is our final destination.
This became a consensus, and people realized that this was a path of no return.
The River of Souls Returns; stepping into it, nothing can float, everything sinks, and all things are equal.
Life, it is said, is born on the loess soil, passes through dense forests, crosses steep mountains, and ends in this yellow river.
This gradually evolved into a belief: to cross this mountain range, the destination being the river at the end of the mountain range.
Neither the Immortal Clan guarding the Mother Nest nor the Immortal Clan guarding the River of Eternal Darkness made any deliberate attempt to stop it.
This makes no sense, it makes absolutely no sense.
The only meaning is the meaning that humans forcibly assign to life.
The immortals cannot understand, the immortals do not need to understand, and the immortals do not care.
Immortals have their own responsibilities.
These running creatures at least brought some amusement to the immortals.
The immortals did not understand the meaning of what mortals were doing, but they observed it and seemed to be seeking proof.
These things, which are abundant in the mountains and grow naturally, are actually seeking a meaning to their existence?
As time goes by, ordinary people gradually come to accept this meaning: there must always be a goal and an end to life.
They will eventually cross this mountain and step into that river. No matter what they encounter along the way, they will eventually take the first step. Even if they die on the road, they will still be pursuing something.
This also led the children, nurtured by the power of the mother nest, to choose a path of death.
Life leads to death.
The power of the Mother Nest was poured into the River of Eternal Darkness, and the powers of the two source materials continued to intertwine.
"If I choose to leave this world, will I be facing the Penglai Immortal Island, which can utilize all the power of primordial matter?"
Xia'er, who once considered himself the rightful successor of the Celestial Venerable, never imagined that he would fall into ruin upon arriving in the Western Continent.
The Western Continent is the Celestial Venerable's private territory. The Celestial Venerable's backup plan in the Western Continent has not yet been destroyed. Even if a True God appeared in the Western Continent, he would probably be suppressed and killed on the spot by the servants reserved by the Celestial Venerable, the immortals of Penglai Immortal Island, who activated the great formation.
So, what kind of resurrection contingency plan did the Celestial Venerable leave in the Western Continent? Was it to acknowledge the Celestial Venerable's servants or himself?
Does he really intend to seize control of the Celestial Venerable's backup plan by imitating the Celestial Venerable and his servants, in the Celestial Venerable's stronghold where the backup plan is intact?
What if I get possessed by a ghost again?
These are the real problems that Xia'er faces. He is not afraid of the scruffy birds of Penglai, but he is not a violent person either. Since flipping the table might get him hit on the head, he might as well experience this ignorant era where human civilization has not yet been developed.
"I will pull the nails out of you."
Xia'er's words deeply moved the "Mother Nest." He had not yet been truly born, but he had already merged with the "Mother Nest." This merging was very crude and could not compare with the mature merging system of later generations, but it was the most natural. It was as if an umbilical cord connected him to the "Mother Nest," and the consciousness of the "Mother Nest" cooperated very well.
Perhaps in the eyes of the "mother nest," it is only natural to give power to its children. The mother raises the children, and the children give back to the mother. This kind of giving is more of a circulation.
Even though the name "Mother Nest" contains the connotation of "filth," the current Mother Nest has only recently developed self-awareness, and its consciousness is relatively pure, without the interference of complex human nature. If the "child" needs it, it will provide support.
Call ~
Harmony with the Dao?
He felt more like he was piloting a Gundam.
After merging with the Dao, Xia'er felt the pain of the "Mother Nest." Invisible shackles bound her freedom, gray mist interfered with her vision, and the connection with the River of Eternal Darkness was even more painful. A portion of her power was still being drawn away, and she didn't know what its purpose was.
Ah, Heavenly Venerable.
Don't I know you well enough?
After merging with the Dao, Xia'er could do much more. Although she didn't know what the lost power was used for, she could still add sand to the power that had been extracted by borrowing the power of the River of Eternal Darkness through the seal of the Celestial Venerable.
If this is the power that maintains the barrier of the Western Continent, then the aura mixed into the River of Eternal Darkness can still be used.
If the goal is to resurrect the Celestial Venerable, then the interference between the Mother Nest and the aura of Eternal Darkness will definitely affect the inflexible resurrection process.
A new dawn is breaking.
A new child was born in the tribe. In this land of yellow earth, it was common knowledge that women could become pregnant naturally. The woman, dressed in animal skin, also had white feathers on her body. However, because her bloodline was impure, she did not have a bird-like head, nor a snake tail or anything else.
"Child, your surname is Si, and you are the child of the Xiahou clan."
The woman looked tenderly at her child, giving him her surname as the first gift to this little life.
In this era, only those with the blood of immortals could possess surnames. They had the duty to perform various sacrifices, and surnames were the most basic meaning of their existence.