novelapdf Chapter 220: Creation of the Race and 3 Small Snakes
Chapter 220: Creation of the Race and 3 Small Snakes
The secrets before the Immortal Realm shattered seem to be more complex than Jiang Hao imagined.
First there were traces left by a powerful figure no weaker than the Chaotic Ancient Heavenly Emperor, and now there is a mysterious female powerhouse.
What is the relationship between these two? Why are they both here?
Jiang Hao's doubts deepened, and he grew increasingly curious about that chaotic ancient era and the eras preceding it.
After thoroughly exploring the ruins and finding nothing else, Jiang Hao turned and walked out of the natural barrier.
Beyond the barrier lies the true inferno of the earth's core.
The terrifyingly high temperature was enough to instantly vaporize steel, and the immense pressure felt like countless stars were squeezing out of them.
However, even in this extreme environment, Jiang Hao's divine sense detected some faint yet exceptionally tenacious life fluctuations.
His gaze fell upon a group of silkworm-like creatures living in some peculiar crystalline crevices along the edge of the churning, dark red lava river.
They are crystal clear, almost translucent, and you can see the simple internal veins.
They feed on special minerals extracted from geothermal energy and lava, and their body structure is so unique that they can adapt to this desolate place where even many cultivators find it difficult to stay for long.
Although they are not very intelligent and rely solely on instinct to survive and reproduce, Jiang Hao saw the unique potential contained in their life form.
A high degree of adaptability and tolerance to energy and matter fostered by an extreme environment.
"interesting."
Jiang Hao became interested. Having lived through four lifetimes, he hadn't felt this creative impulse in a long time.
He stayed in this place for three years.
Over the course of three years, Jiang Hao carefully observed the life structure of these Earth Core Crystal Silkworms and deduced their evolutionary possibilities under different environments.
Ultimately, he used his own Daoist principles as a guide to simulate the environmental changes on this planet and even in the wider world.
Combining the unique characteristics of the silkworm race, they created a unique cultivation method.
This method guides them to unlock their potential and evolve and transform themselves in the direction that best suits them.
After doing all this, Jiang Hao set up a concealment and spirit-gathering formation around the area, and then imprinted the cultivation method into a natural jade disc using a spiritual imprint.
He then flicked his fingers lightly, enlightening several of the most spiritually advanced crystal silkworms.
This gave them a touch of clarity and a sense of mission to lead their tribe into their ignorant consciousness.
"The road has been laid out; whether you can forge your own path depends on your own destiny."
Jiang Hao looked at the crystal silkworms, smiled slightly, and walked out of the Earth's core.
We arrived at a secluded valley on the surface of the planet Dilan.
Let the fifth transformation begin here.
This time, Jiang Hao didn't choose any blessed land or anything like that, but instead stayed on this planet that resembled his homeland.
Jiang Hao sat down cross-legged, slowly closed his eyes, and completely immersed his mind in the depths of the Great Dao.
The next moment, an indescribable aura quietly spread out from him.
The boundless Daoist essence is like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, or like the all-encompassing sunshine.
It emanated naturally from his body, first filling the entire valley, and then slowly spreading to envelop the entire planet.
The mountains and rivers were nourished, the vegetation became more lush, some ignorant creatures suddenly gained intelligence, and the concentration of spiritual energy in the world was slowly increasing.
Even the Crystal Silkworm Clan in the Earth's core received a blessing.
They instinctively absorbed that supreme Daoist essence, and their bodies began to undergo wondrous changes visible to the naked eye.
Some shed their old, transparent shells, and the newborn bodies became more solid, gleaming with a jade-like luster.
Some of them had faint golden, mysterious patterns growing on the crystallized areas on their heads.
Several others, having been enlightened, were clumsily trying to follow the instructions on the jade disc, practicing the cultivation methods left by Jiang Hao and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
An evolution and enlightenment of civilization, unintentionally facilitated by the current Heavenly Emperor, is slowly unfolding in this inconspicuous corner of the planet.
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On the edge of the Eastern Continent of the planet Dilan, there is an inconspicuous little river called the Wulong River.
The river flows gently year-round, neither deep nor wide, yet it nourishes the land for dozens of miles on both banks.
Downstream from the river is a village built against the mountain called Baishi Village.
The village is small, with only a few dozen households. Most of the houses are built of stone and covered with thatched roofs or old tiles.
There is a strange rock at the entrance of the village.
The stone is over ten feet tall, naturally shaped like a human figure, with a texture that resembles jade but is not jade, warm and white, quite different from the surrounding rocks.
Even the oldest villager couldn't say when it was erected there, only that the stone had been there since their ancestors migrated here.
"This stone has a spirit," the old village chief often told the children. "Our village hasn't suffered any major disasters for many years because it's been protecting us."
Many people were skeptical of this statement, but the stone was indeed somewhat miraculous. It was unharmed by knife cuts or axe strikes. A passing cultivator once bombarded it with a magical artifact, but the stone remained completely still, without even leaving a white mark.
Some people tried to move it, but the stone seemed to be grown with the earth, and no matter how much they dug or pried it, it remained unmoved.
Over time, people got used to its presence and would only place some new rice and fresh fruit in front of the stone during the spring planting and autumn harvest each year as a way of thanking it for its protection.
The stone stood silently, witnessing the rising and setting of the sun and moon, year after year.
One day, a huge rock fell from the sky and completely blocked the Wulong River from flowing into Baishi Village.
Before long, the crops in the fields of Baishi Village withered, and the leaves curled and turned yellow.
Half a bucket of water was drawn from the well, which turned out to be muddy and had to settle for a long time before it could be barely drunk.
Rumors are circulating that Baishi Village is not sincere to the Dragon King and has offended him.
The wrinkles on the old village chief's face in Baishi Village have deepened.
He gathered the villagers, took the last of their decent food supplies—a few handfuls of shriveled wheat and a few small potatoes—and headed to the river god's temple by the river.
The temple was very small, a stone house, inside which was a stone sculpture of a dragon king with an indistinct face.
In previous years, when the weather was good, villagers would come to offer incense during festivals; now, this is their last hope.
"Lord River God, have mercy and send down some rain..." The old village chief led the whole village to kneel down, their foreheads pressed against the scorching ground.
"The crops are dying of thirst, and people are running out of water to drink..."
The temple was quiet, with only the sobbing sound of the hot wind blowing through the broken windows.
At night, three dark figures slipped silently out from the cracks in the rocks and, using the terrain as cover, quietly approached the lonely little stone temple.
These are three snake demons. They have cultivated for decades and barely gained sentience, but they have no foundation and can only wander around, stealing the remaining incense from small temples in the mountains.
Leading the pack was a flat-headed snake with dull scales, yet its movements were the most steady and alert. Its triangular head turned left and right from time to time, its tongue flicking in and out rapidly as it sensed the information in the air.
This is the snake boss.
Following closely behind was an exceptionally slender snake. It moved swiftly, its body twisting almost silently, its eyes darting about, revealing its shrewdness.
This is the second snake.
The last one was round and plump, its belly always seemed to be making a slight rumbling sound. It climbed with some difficulty, but its eyes had a kind of innocent and naive look.
This is Fatty the Third.
"Boss, are we really going in? This is a temple that's been claimed." Snake Second Brother lowered his voice, which was barely audible and filled with tension.
The snake leader turned around, its eerie green eyes glancing at it in the darkness: "What are you afraid of? When has that Dragon King ever been in charge? His incense offerings are almost gone; we're just helping him out."
Its voice was deep and resonant, "Besides, we haven't had any genuine spiritual energy for a long time. If this continues, when will we ever be able to transform into dragons?"
At that opportune moment, the third fat dog's stomach emitted an even louder rumbling sound, and it sheepishly shrank its neck:
"Boss, I'm hungry... This little bit of mountain essence is not enough to fill me up."