The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1303 - 558: Becoming Everything, Playing All Beings, The Great Battle Begins_2

Chapter 1303: Chapter 558: Becoming Everything, Playing All Beings, The Great Battle Begins_2

Only some passersby, or people in the marketplace, seemed to have seen a white-haired man with hollow and distracted eyes, muttering something to himself.

...

Tai Star Domain.

Inside a grand and towering palace.

Yuan sat in the supreme seat, dressed in tattered armor, the armor stained with blood.

This bloodstain couldn’t be washed away and constantly corroded the armor.

Within the great hall, nearly all the strong from Tai Star Domain gathered.

Their expressions were solemn.

At this moment, Big Beard angrily said, "Hundreds of years ago, with only half a Wondrous Treasure of Light, Yuan dared to go alone to Void Sea to block Black Circle. How come today, with seven Wondrous Treasures of Light, we don’t dare to fight?"

This time, Black Sky Black Circle once again arrayed their forces at Void Sea.

The lineup of their army was much stronger than last time.

Currently, in Tai Star Domain, there were many different opinions on how to confront Black Sky Black Circle.

"Perhaps... Black Sky Black Circle is merely probing. If we gather all our forces and rush into war, the fragile balance of ten thousand years might be shattered instantly," a white-browed elder said with a hoarse voice.

"What fragile balance? It’s nothing but living in a cowardly and stealthy manner. Are we still expecting Black Sky Black Circle to suddenly turn kind-hearted?" Big Beard said angrily.

"The seeds of the Wondrous Treasure of Light have not fully grown yet. I just want to give them a little more time to grow," the white-browed elder said with a tone of melancholy.

"To fight or not to fight, in truth, it doesn’t depend on us," said a woman in a scholar’s robe. "Every invasion by Black Sky Black Circle... we could be annihilated. Our resistance, or flattery, can’t change the outcome.

The reason why Black Sky Black Circle has not annihilated the Divine Wood Universe yet is only because... we haven’t reached the limit."

The woman in the scholar’s robe spoke cryptically.

Yet everyone present understood.

The first time Black Sky Black Circle invaded, Dao Lord Yaoguang, across the boundless Universe and the Endless Void, drew a line in the Divine Wood Universe.

At first, the assembly of humans was unclear about the line’s meaning.

Later on, they slowly understood that line, also known as the timeline.

The timeline was continually shrinking, collapsing.

When the timeline finally vanished, reduced to a point, it would be the time when the Divine Wood Universe was completely annihilated.

Less than a hundred thousand years were left until the line disappeared.

For individuals, a hundred thousand years felt like an eternity, but on the clock of the universe, a hundred thousand years was but a fleeting moment.

"So the outcome of this battle won’t affect the result... hence I believe... we better not block them, to avoid dying in vain. It’s better to gather strength, waiting for the ultimate battle, shining at our brightest," the white-browed elder said.

"One step back today, ten steps back tomorrow, the ultimate battle... do we have to retreat ten thousand steps then?" Big Beard said.

The crowd fell silent.

Black Sky was too mysterious, too powerful, causing despair.

At this time, Yuan, sitting in the supreme seat, asked, "This time to Void Sea, which six will go with me?"

He made the final decision.

Hearing Yuan’s words, the others, despite their reluctance, said nothing more.

Yuan’s authority as the main decision-maker was deep like the sea; no one challenged his decision.

He had sacrificed too much for the Divine Wood Universe.

"Count me in," a tall man said at that moment. "My Celestial Clan doesn’t have a Wondrous Treasure of Light. Swallowed by Black Sky, we barely breathing made it to the Divine Wood Universe. This time, I will hold the Wondrous Treasure of Light and fight against Black Sky Black Circle!"

There was a resolute look in the tall man’s eyes.

He was, by origin, a man of the Celestial Clan.

The Celestial Clan had also suffered an invasion by Black Sky Black Circle.

The Human King of the Celestial Clan was a Realm Lord-level powerhouse, possibly even capable of transcending to a higher realm.

The Human King intended to forge the Wondrous Treasure of Light to fight against Black Sky.

Unfortunately, he failed in the end; the Wondrous Treasure of Light was never created.

The Celestial Clan was annihilated.

Their civilization was thus cut short, with only a few escaping.

Some came to the Divine Wood Universe.

The Artifact Refinement Method of the Divine Wood Universe originated from the people of the Celestial Clan.

"Who else?" Yuan asked again, acknowledging the Celestial Clan man.

"I have entered the second level of Ancestral God and can join," said the lady named Jing with a cool expression like the moon.

She was the holder of the seed of Human Enlightenment.

"Alright," Yuan nodded, sweeping his gaze over the others, "Is there anyone else?"

The rest remained silent.

Most felt they lacked the strength and feared they would taint the Wondrous Treasure of Light.

In the entire Divine Wood Universe, seven Wondrous Treasures of Light had been forged, yet no seven warriors capable of wielding them could be found.

"Alas, if Qi Yuan were here, he would probably be the most qualified to wield the Human Enlightenment," Shangguan Qingmiao said.

Centuries ago, having seen Qi Yuan once, he had regarded him as a being from the heavens.

After all, Qi Yuan was a Realm Lord.

The realm of a Realm Lord was unfathomable and difficult to comprehend.

Hearing this, Shengnu’s expression changed slightly: "I fear he alone might be capable of wielding two, or even three Wondrous Treasures of Light."

"Unfortunately, this great man has erratic whereabouts, and we simply cannot find him," an elder with white eyebrows sighed softly.

For years, the Tai Star Domain had been trying to find Qi Yuan.

But to no avail.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air.

Yuan surveyed the crowd, his voice neither sad nor happy: "Five more days to select the remaining four, meeting adjourned."

Yuan’s figure disappeared.

The others left in small groups.

The vast palace became empty and quiet.

About half an hour later, three people entered the grand hall with their heads lowered.

All three held brooms, the leader being an old man with white hair.

Upon entering the grand hall, they did not look around curiously but got straight to cleaning.

The cleaning, of course, was not to sweep dust but to clear the presence of Strange Spirits.

These Ancestral Gods often fought on the front lines, their bodies often stained with the aura of Strange Spirits.

They gathered here, and if the remnants of Strange Spirits were not cleaned regularly, a Deceit God might be born in this place.

The three quietly swept, without a word.

The palace was large, and cleaning it was time-consuming.

The old man cleaned a table and looked over at a slender figure with a frown: "Hey, Little Qi, why aren’t you cleaning and just sitting here?"

The handsome man known as Little Qi was sitting in the Sun God’s seat, his eyes indescribable.

"Ah, I wonder if I’ll ever have the chance to meet these Sun Gods. I have many questions I’d like to ask them," said the handsome man named Little Qi, his gaze confused.

"Those great figures, are they ones you can casually ask questions to?" The old man laughed, finding Little Qi’s dreams fanciful.

This Little Qi, orphaned by a frontline warrior, had always been under his care.

"And those questions of yours are really strange indeed!" The old man said, recalling something.

"What’s so strange about them? I just want to ask them what mountains are, what shoes are, what bugs are," Little Qi casually said, his gaze a bit scattered and bewildered.

"The old man’s right, your questions are too strange," the other man said with a smile, "What’s the point of asking those? It’d be better to ask how to become a God."

Little Qi shook his head: "Life is tough, so much is unknown, it’s too hard, too hard."

"Why don’t you write a ’Hundred Thousand Whys’?" the old man said.

This world also had the legend of "Hundred Thousand Whys."

"Little Qi, what’s the use of thinking about these things out of the blue? It’s better to earn more money and buy your old man some liquor," said the man.

"What’s liquor?" Little Qi blinked, "Isn’t there plenty of liquor here?"

Saying so, he grabbed a liquor jug, shook it, and gave a look of distaste.

"Which miser took all the liquor inside!"

"You, you’re really bold!" the old man sighed with relief upon seeing there was no liquor.

This was liquor drunk by Ancestral Gods, not something they could touch.

Since someone else had taken the remaining half-jug, Little Qi would not make a mistake.

"Stop daydreaming and earn money to buy your old man liquor!" another tall man said.

"It’s not wild imagination; I just want to understand what these things really are," Little Qi murmured to himself, "If I understand them, perhaps I could brew liquor for my old man every day."

"Alright, your old man will wait for that day," the old man chuckled.