Chapter 1257 — A World Without Flaw
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 2 of 3
"Compared with other places, this is already very good. After all, human divine adepts here hold high status and can cultivate in peace, untroubled by worldly concerns. If they cannot attain godhood, they offer themselves as sacrifices; their lifespan is at most a hundred years more anyway.
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" Then she saw the divine beings of the human race.
Here there was no war between human divine beings and demigod divine beings; instead, all was harmonious, and the divine beings attended one another's banquets with no racial strife—genuinely rare and commendable. It was not like the other heavens. In the other heavens, the human divine beings, seeing their kindred subjected to injustice and plunged into misery, would wage war against the sacred ones of the demigods, slaughtering until rivers of blood ran. "Fire Heavenly Lord has done nothing wrong either," Bai Yuqiong said in a low voice.
She withdrew from the assembly of divine beings and came down to the mortal world of the Southern Heaven. Everything there was good, and she could appreciate Fire Heavenly Lord's painstaking good intentions; yet all of it seemed somehow false to her. Where exactly the falseness lay, however, she could not say.
She entered a town of no great size, intending to rest there briefly and then leave the Southern Heaven.
In this town she noticed a strange phenomenon: it had more than ten thousand human residents, and yet not one divine adept among them! That was nearly impossible.
Becoming a divine adept required aptitude, but after all these years of development, it was not difficult.
Bai Yuqiong made careful inquiries. An old man sitting on a field ridge, his chest bared as he picked off lice, told her, "None of our ancestors were divine adepts, so of course none of their descendants are either.
The divine adepts are all from the great hereditary clans, lineages handed down from the Dragon Han of a million years ago—which of them would be willing to marry common folk?
" Bai Yuqiong was startled, then smiled. "Why can't ordinary people become divine adepts? You can open Divine Treasuries and Heavenly Palaces too.
Never mind divine adepts—even cultivating to become deities is possible!
" The old man said in alarm, "Don't say such things!
Miss, are you from elsewhere? To speak like that is an offense against heaven and earth! The masters among the divine adepts all hold their power by Heaven's decree; they are stars in the sky, fated from birth to stand high above all! " Bai Yuqiong was stunned.
The old man went on, "We who do the heavy labor are fated to be laborers all our lives, to plant the fields. Generation after generation we are fated to be peasants. How would we dare to hope to become masters among divine adepts?
" "But. . .
" Bai Yuqiong opened her mouth, yet no words came out.
In the early years of the Dragon Han, the Seven Heavenly Lords—Heavenly Lord Yu, Heavenly Lord Hao, and the rest—had established the Divine Treasury cultivation system, so that ordinary people could open their own Divine Treasuries and become divine adepts. Yet in the Southern Heaven, the divine adepts had somehow turned into hereditary clans.
They passed the Seven Great Divine Treasuries to their descendants, stood high above all, and turned their inherited power into a divine right.
A family whose ancestors had no divine adept could never produce one, no matter how talented its descendants; they could never escape the fate of being fixed to the farmland for a lifetime!
But the Seven Heavenly Lords opened the Divine Treasuries precisely so that ordinary people could take power into their own hands and become divine adepts! Why were the people here fated to a fixed condition life after life?
Why should the descendants of a common ancestor have no hope of ever turning their fate around? "This Southern Heaven is a pool of dead water, dead water that cannot stir up the slightest ripple!