Chapter 739 — Not My Inferior
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 3 of 5
In the Kaihuang Era of yore, there had also been such a band of young people, as vigorous as the Shen Mu and Xu Shenghua of today, as full of the strangest and most marvelous ideas, as eager to change the age, to bring a better life to the common people, and to press forward the advancement of Dao arts and divine powers.
Of those people of old, some had died, some had fled, some had gone into seclusion, some had lived drunk and dreamed their lives away, and some had turned into stone statues left to the mercy of wind and rain.
But whenever he recalled those years, scalding hot blood seethed and burned in Old Farmer's heart!
"Brother Hu, you have only just broken through to the Divine Bridge realm; it would be best to steady yourself a while longer. " Shen Mu saw that Hu Bugui's primordial spirit had mounted the Jianmu Divine Bridge and intended to race across the bridge and assault the Heavenly Palace, so he said at once, "If you ascend to the Heavenly Palace immediately while your realm is still unstable, your comprehension of the Divine Bridge realm will be insufficient, and even if the ascension succeeds, some flaws will remain. " Hu Bugui's momentum was still rising; his cultivation grew ever deeper, ever more terrifying. By now his cultivation had already surpassed the vast majority of mighty experts in the Divine Bridge realm—yet in Shen Mu's view, he could become stronger still!
Old Farmer said in a deep voice, "Shen Mu is right. Bugui, there is no need for haste.
You should spend a few years contemplating the Divine Bridge realm before ascending; the benefits will be far greater.
If you force an ascent to the Heavenly Palace, your future achievements will only stop at the Lingxiao realm, and you will have no chance at the Imperial Seat.
" Hu Bugui's primordial spirit halted. Gazing into the distance at the Southern Heavenly Gate of the Heavenly Palace, his heart surged with waves of emotion. In the end, his martial-way primordial spirit walked down from the Jianmu and stood beneath the tree.
"I thank Senior Brother Xu and Senior Brother Shen for the grace of recreating me!
" He bowed to the two of them in gratitude. Shen Mu and Xu Shenghua hastily returned the bow.
Jing Yan laughed, "Senior Brother Hu, the Shangcang Academy has just been founded and is short of hands. Would Senior Brother Hu be interested in serving as its Chancellor and instructing the scholars? " Hu Bugui agreed readily: "Good!
" Shen Mu said softly, "The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth has changed.
" The group stood there quietly, sensing the subtle transformation of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.
One divine treasury reaching straight to the Heavenly Palace—this was an achievement no one had attained in a thousand ages, a reform of immense moment, far more important than such changes as the Primordial Spirit Guidance and the Eighteen Sword Forms.
Only the transformation of the Great Dao caused when Shen Mu revived the Lady Tianyin could rival it. This time, the change in the Great Dao moistened all things without a sound; it did not directly give rise to any portents or disturb the mortal world, and yet any being who had entered the Dao could sense this change from any corner of the universe.
Old Farmer stared blankly, lost in thought, and then suddenly gave a cold snort.
"Your Jianmu Innate Divine Bridge can, at most, transform someone with a foundation of cultivation like Hu Bugui's; it is of little use to anyone else.