Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses-Chapter 752 - 744: The Destiny of the Son of Heaven

Chapter 752 -744: The Destiny of the Son of Heaven

The demon emperor, who is renowned throughout the world, is precisely the little black dog that Gu An saved a million years ago. He conducts himself with integrity, never bullying the weak, nor harming the Human Race, so his reputation is excellent. Not only does the Demon Race respect him, but many Human Race Cultivators also admire him. Thus, the nine Major Sects don’t dare to act rashly; they must have a legitimate reason.

All nine sects of the world adhere to the Righteous Dao. Acting in the name of the Righteous Dao requires a justification, especially for matters like waging war and taking lives, which must have an unavoidable reason.

Gu An listened to the disciples’ discussions and already foresaw the fate of the Demon Emperor. In a few years, the nine Major Sects would suppress him, sealing him beneath a certain great mountain and dispersing his Demon Race forces. However, this would also sow the seeds of a future great war between the Demon Race and the Human Race in the Celestial Spirit Great World.

In the long years that followed, the Demon Race would continuously produce outstanding talents, one after another, attempting to rescue the Demon Emperor. This would leave behind many well-known legends, widely circulated even among the Human Race.

Although the Demon Emperor’s future would be bitter, this had nothing to do with Gu An.

A mere acquaintance was not enough for Gu An to consider him as one of his own. If he were to intervene again, it would be unfair to all living beings in the world.

Gu An allowed himself to have selfish intentions, but these intentions could not be misused.

In fact, whenever he encountered people or events he couldn’t tolerate during his travels, he would intervene. He wasn’t the kind of Great Power who stayed aloof from matters that didn’t concern him. As long as it didn’t affect the destiny of a place, he would help those in suffering, whether humans or demons.

Gu An continued forward without disturbing the disciples.

He walked up the mountain and returned to his courtyard. An Xin was rarely there, discussing the Path of Cause and Effect with Shen Zhen.

Seeing Gu An return, An Xin immediately approached and said, “Master, if the fourth-generation disciples want to go out and train, should we allow it?”

The earliest fourth-generation disciples had been cultivating in the Daoist Field of the Beginningless for millions of years and had already reached the Zi Zai Immortal Realm. But without Gu An’s order, the disciples didn’t dare to go out, nor even dare to step into the World Gate.

Although they could travel around the Nine Spirit Continent, which also enjoyed the blessings of the dojo, in reality, there was a significant difference between the two. Wushi was a Holy Land suspended above the Nine Spirit Continent, and many families wanted to send their offspring here, which required outstanding talent and destiny.

When Gu An allowed the fourth-generation disciples to take on their own disciples, it would undoubtedly stir up waves across the continent.

“They can go out, but must not enter the World Gate. They must return within ten thousand years. If they start a family or fail to return on time, they won’t be able to come back. Moreover, if they commit many evil deeds, Wushi will cleanse the sect, whether they return or not.”

Gu An casually replied. Every choice had its gains and losses. Wushiji disciples had already enjoyed privileges beyond the reach of the masses and couldn’t have it all.

He did this to give Wushi disciples an opportunity to return to secular life.

Going out to train for ten thousand years and seeing enough of the Red Dust, they could come back with a firmer will to pursue the Dao.

An Xin nodded slightly upon hearing this.

“Master, actually, I’m thinking about whether to guide the disciples to open up their own worlds. This way, they won’t need to go out and can experience the Red Dust in their own worlds.” An Xin asked hesitantly.

Zizai Immortals were not yet capable of creating real worlds, but at least it served as a goal.

Gu An answered, “No need to guide them. They don’t need hope. Pursuing Immortal Cultivation and seeking the Dao is a process of self-exploration. Their choices are theirs to bear. You must not become entangled in Cause and Effect.”

An Xin found this reasonable and gave up the idea.

She had no other questions, saluted Gu An, and continued her discussion with Shen Zhen.

Gu An did not disturb them nor was he interested in listening. He returned to his room to read. During his recent trip to the Human World, he had acquired several intriguing books, which he planned to savor overnight.

…

In the brilliant starry sky, Floating Islands adorned with seven-colored clouds were surrounded by manifesting Destiny, turning into dragons that soared continuously. This was the Misty Immortal Court.

Tian Hao stood on a roof ridge wearing a white robe with gold embroidery, overlooking the grand vista of the Misty Immortal Court. His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes complex.

Millions of years had passed, and Tian Hao’s momentum was even more imposing. Strands of Qi Force coiled around him, displaying the demeanor of the Son of Heaven perfectly.

“Who am I exactly…”

Tian Hao muttered to himself. He had already recalled memories of his past life as An Hao, and his entire life floated within his mind, making him all the more grateful to Gu An.

Now, though far from the Celestial Spirit Great World and carrying a mission, he couldn’t easily return to repay his debt. Hence, he thought more about himself.

He realized that An Hao was just one identity from his many past lives, with larger hidden connections of Cause and Effect, and a terrifying power deeply embedded within him.

He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through the top of the universe.

A figure appeared beside him—a white-haired elder in a yellow robe, tall and straight, standing beside him with equal momentum.

“Master, I seem to have found my destiny.”

Tian Hao spoke softly, his gaze fixed upwards.

The elder stroked his beard and smiled, “Your destiny is for you to find, but many things can’t just be thought about; you need to see them for yourself.”

Tian Hao glanced at him and asked, “Can I go to the Celestial Court now?”

“If you truly face punishment, I doubt even your sheer luck will let you escape Cangtian’s scrutiny. What do you think?” the elder replied with a cheerful smile.

Upon hearing this, a subtle change occurred in Tian Hao’s eyes. He fell into an inner struggle.

“Now that the contest for the Son of Heaven is about to begin, though the Misty Immortal Court is not within the Three Thousand Great Worlds, it would still be implicated. You should leave. When the Sons of Heaven meet, Destiny Patterns will appear, forcibly returning you to your origin and wiping out your current will.”

The elder continued, his tone relaxed, as if discussing a trivial matter.

Tian Hao was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, turning to the elder, “Master, if I regain my identity as the Son of Heaven and forget past kindness, won’t it be unfair to you?”

The elder shook his head with a laugh, “You’re not my only disciple. Furthermore, being able to have the Son of Heaven as my disciple is a great honor for me beyond three lifetimes.”

For some reason, Tian Hao felt a bit disappointed in his heart upon hearing these words.

He thought of Gu An.

That master would never say such things, at least not diminishing the stature of being a master.

But he could also understand his current master’s perspective. The entire Misty Immortal Court prided itself on attaining Immortal Positions in the Celestial Court, and he was the Son of Heaven, naturally, they would flatter him.

Perhaps it was truly time to leave.

Since the spread of Tian Hao’s identity as the Son of Heaven, he could clearly feel the overly enthusiastic attitudes around him, so passionate it felt unreal, making him want to escape.

“In that case, I shall go to the Celestial Court to face my true destiny.”

Tian Hao said with a firm voice, looking at the elder.

He wanted to understand which Son of Heaven he truly was and what kind of past he had.