Cultivating Quietly for a Thousand Years
Chapter 1143
The Undiscovered Place
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Ever since the Great Disaster of the Immeasurable Dao ended, even though Han Huang had obtained a great opportunity, he found that it was extremely difficult to increase his cultivation level, as if he had reached his limit.
He was a Primordial Fiendcelestial. How can he have limits?
Could it be that the potential of the Dao Creator was stronger than him?
Impossible!
Han Huang thought hard. Could it be that he had killed too many people, causing the Primordial Chaos to be unable to change?
However, he had observed another Great Dao World. Other than the Great Dao World of the Dao Creator, the other Great Dao Worlds had not managed to condense the Supreme Rule. In other words, the existences in the refined Great Dao Realm were temporarily at the same starting line.
From the still embryonic Great Dao World to the complete Great Dao World, this process was extremely difficult!
The creator of the Dao did not guide the Great Dao. Even if their own people asked, they would only answer. The path to becoming a Dao Creator varies from person to person. How stable the Great Dao World was depended on its own creation.
Just as Han Huang was feeling frustrated, footsteps came from the darkness beside him. A figure walked slowly.
Han Huang was not surprised. He didn't even turn around.
This figure was completely black and had a human figure. A pair of red eyes with black pupils appeared on his face, looking sinister.
“It takes time to compact your Great Dao World. How long does it take for chaos to develop? How long has your Primordial Chaos been growing?
The red-eyed black shadow smiled with a mocking tone.
Han Huang snorted. "I know. But even if it takes time, at least you can feel the progress, right?”
The red-eyed black shadow said, “There are a total of five Dao Creators now. Your father was one of them. Why don't you ask for a hint from him?”
Han Huang sighed. "How can I have a face to look for it again?"
He was not Chu Xiaoqi. He was born to be strong. With his unrivalled talent, if he could not rely on his father, he would try his best to do so.
The black-eyed red shadow snorted. “How majestic. Your body was given by your parents and your father saved you a lot. Do you really think you're relying on yourself? You start from scratch and are completely dependent on your father. You just don't dare to accept the truth. Maybe that's the reason why you can't make it.”
Han Huang's expression instantly turned ugly, but he wasn't angry.
The red-eyed black shadow continued to mock him. “There are now three Primordial Fiendcelestials: you, Primordial Origin, and Huang Zuntian. Your potential is no longer unique. Lower your arrogance.
“So what if I let go of my arrogance? If Father could guide the path of the Dao Creator, the Hidden Sect would long ago produce a second Dao Creator. It was the same for the other Dao Creators.”
“Maybe they don't want anyone to reach the Dao Creator Realm, even if they are on their side. Since the Dao Creator Realm is the highest, the number is very few.”
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Han Huang was silent. The red-eyed black shadow said nothing more and retreated into the darkness.
The hall was quiet.
Han Huang slowly stood up. His gaze darkened as he muttered, "Maybe I should really look for Father."
He disappeared into the hall.
A few days later, Han Jue accepted Han Huang.
Han Huang asked about the method to reach the Dao. Han Jue did not say anything more and directly preached Dao, recounting his creation experience. Han Jue was naturally not stingy with his son.
However, the method of the Dao Creator to reach the Dao was extremely difficult. There was no point in knowing how to build a Great Dao World.
After all, every Great Dao World was different.
Han Jue relied on his potential to become a Dao Creator with the potential of the Supreme Origin Fiendcelestial. That's not hard. However, he could not tell Han Huang about this directly.
After a long time, when Han Jue finished speaking, Han Huang woke up. He hurriedly bowed to express his gratitude.
The father and son did not make small talk. Han Huang left.
Han Jue could only shake his head
upon seeing Han Huang's excited expression. Would he hate me if he still failed?
Han Jue had already seen Han Huang's mental demon development. This brat even made mental demons into clones and often talked to them.
This time, Han Huang came because the mental demon clone persuaded him. It was not impossible for the father and son to fight. Han Jue looked to the future. Han Huang's future continued until he reached the Dao Creator Realm. Although he had always treated her as a target, he had never crossed a line with her.
The future has no end.
Han Jue averted his gaze and continued to cultivate.
He suddenly felt that time had passed very slowly since the Great Disaster of the Immeasurable Dao ended. Perhaps his cultivation level increased too slowly, causing his cultivation passion to drop drastically.
Nah!
He can't be numb!
The creator of the Dao was very relaxed, causing them to be unable to increase. However, he could not cultivate blindly. The Ninth Chaos buried its head in cultivation and gave Han Jue a chance to rise. The Ninth Chaos might not be able to understand even until his death. He's just taking a nap. Why would he give Han Jue a chance? How did Han Jue make the Dao Field even the Dao Creator couldn't enter in such a short amount of time?
Han Jue needed to cultivate, but he could not cultivate too much.
He looked at the corner where the gray Qi ball was hovering. It was the will of Ninth Chaos. It was being enslaved by the Supreme Origin Heavenly Prison. The disciples who entered and came out did not feel anything special from the gray Qi.
Han Liang was once curious about it, but he was chased away by Han Jue and never dared to approach him again.
Han Liang was not afraid of anything except Han Jue. Perhaps it was the suppression of his bloodline. After all, The Ultimate Origin Fiendcelestial's bloodline was stronger than his bloodline.
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Under the old tree, Han Liang opened his eyes and stared angrily at a man beside him. It was Han Jue's great disciple, Murong Qi. "Didn't you agree to have the same level of cultivation as me?" Han Liang said angrily as he clenched his fists.
Murong Qi smiled. “Yes, I suppress my cultivation, but the difference between bodies cannot be suppressed.”
Han Liang turned his face away, looking like he was unwilling to listen.
Murong Qi stood up and prepared to leave.
"ah! Why are you leaving! I've never played it before!”
"Forget over. You can't afford it. “No, Brother Murong, I was wrong!” Han Liang hugged Murong Qi's right leg and said pitifully.
Murong Qi had no choice but to sit back. Han Liang was now the favorite son of the entire Dao Field. Because of his temperament and body, everyone loved him. “Sister Murong, can you tell me about the outside world? Don't you often wander outside?" Han Liang asked curiously and stopped the simulation experiment.
He also does not like to be tortured. Murong Qi did not hide anything. He told me about his experience outside. Sometimes, he was excited, sometimes he sighed. Han Liang widened his eyes and clenched his fists, exclaiming.
"Han Liang, do you want to go out as well?"
Murong Qi rubbed Han Liang's head and asked with a smile.
Han Liang nodded. "Of course. I'm tired of living in Dao Field, but Grandpa didn't let me out.”
Murong Qi smiled. “Indeed, we can't get out. Once we're out, it's very hard to come back. Not only do you not want to return, but your Grandfather will not let you cultivate beside him anymore. The greatest opportunity in the world is your grandfather. You have to think about it.”
Han Liang tilted his head and fell into thought.
Murong Qi continued, “You must find your cultivation destination. You can't just be stronger in general. Everyone has their own life. You must find the true meaning of your life."
Han Liang said in a low voice, “I want to go to a place never found.”