Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Is the path of letting mortals control their own destiny... ultimately right or wrong?"

"Teacher, I truly cannot tell..."

He once unwaveringly believed in hatred, pursuing his goal to the extent of standing against the teacher he most revered.

Yet, as his goal slowly approached success, the shadow beneath the light of success grew clearer.

He saw the ugliness and filth beneath the surface of success.

And he increasingly found it hard to suppress a hint of fear.

He did not fear death.

Yet he feared that the fruits earned by him and all the True Martial Cultivators after struggling tirelessly might ultimately be stolen!

If the world fought for by True Martial Cultivators, exhausting all, were to again see ranks and hierarchy, with people once more riding on the heads of the masses...

Then what was the meaning of everything he had done in all these years?

Perplexity, weakness, confusion... countless emotions filled his heart.

But he was ultimately the Patriarch of True Wu, leading mortals step by step to greatness, even sweeping across Huangji Continent and Jingyuan Continent as the Martial Ancestor!

At the moment he opened his eyes, he finally resolved, dispelling all weakness and confusion within him, once again becoming that decisive Martial Ancestor.

Surveying the vast army of True Martial Cultivators below, and those dozen Class V True Martial Cultivators, the elder slowly spoke:

"The Kingdom of Immortals is fallen!"

"True Martial will rise!"

"For this battle, Northern King, Southern King... all have made great contributions and should be celebrated!"

"Every comrade has contributed greatly to True Martial and should be celebrated!"

"... I hope everyone will ready their horses and weapons, do not slacken, for soon, the True Martial Army will storm Zhongsheng Continent, liberating all enslaved mortals!"

"Also, all the sacrifices of our comrades will have tablets set up in tribute within the Hall of True Martial!"

After a brief silence.

Amidst the vast True Martial Army, a deafening shout arose:

"True Martial will rise!"

"True Martial will rise!"

The joy of victory, accompanied by the cries of the True Martial Cultivators, soared to the heavens!

After saying this, the elder gave the True Martial Army a deep glance, then stepped off the high platform and vanished in an instant.

Seeing the elder leave, the Northern King and others below exchanged a covert glance, exhaled a long breath, and loosening their sweat-drenched palms.

The Blood Energy in their grasp quietly retracted.

They were already prepared; if anything went awry earlier, they would have acted together... fortunately, Martial Ancestor seemed unaware of the mysterious death of the Eastern King.

But this was to be expected; after all, on the battlefield, Spells are blind, and even a Class V True Martial Cultivator can meet death if careless.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a trace of relief.

Relief that the Martial Ancestor did not realize, and relief that they didn't have to go that far.

"After all, that is the Martial Ancestor. Even with the help from that person, who can truly be sure of surpassing him?"

The Northern King thought to himself as he watched the direction where the figure disappeared.

...

"You, you are the Yin God?!"

Once the Daosheng Continent, now on a plaza on an island.

The Divine Statue of the Mother Godness, seeming alive, looked at the novice monk below who prayed to her, full of astonishment.

Approximately six or seven years old, with red lips and white teeth, lively eyes, a fortunate red mole on the forehead, appearing exceptionally delicate.

Originally having nothing to do with the Yin God, yet she instantly recognized the similarity in appearance between the two, prompting her astonishment.

The novice monk smiled broadly, politely commending:

"Tan Yue, that's remarkable insight, recognizing it at a glance."

"However, I am not the Yin God; Tan Yue may call me 'Kong Zen'."

Suddenly realizing, he then touched his smooth head and murmured:

"Oh, wait, Tan Yue seems to have no eyes..."

Quickly he joined his palms in apology to the Mother Godness:

"It was misspeaking on my part, my apologies, my apologies."

"Why are you here?"

The Mother Godness paid no attention to Kong Zen's teasing, questioned in astonishment and suspicion.

After noticing Kong Zen's actions, she became instantly shocked and angry:

"You, what are you doing?!"

Having finished his apology, Kong Zen nimbly held a small golden spade, digging at the base of the Divine Statue of the Mother Godness, and upon hearing, he looked up, showing a shy smile to the Mother Godness:

"Haha, don't worry, Tan Yue, I am just trying out this newly obtained Vajra Spade, testing how it works. Tan Yue, rest assured, I won't harm the spade at all."

The Mother Godness's heart shook instantly!

She, now reincarnated, her status restored to the most primitive condition, that of a Fourth Rank God Seed, at most comparable to the level of a Nascent Soul Cultivator, no longer possessing the nearly absolute calm of the Divine Emperor level, showing common emotional fluctuations.

Now upon hearing Kong Zen, seemingly closely connected to the Yin God, she was shocked and furious, urgently saying:

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

The Divine Statue was her crucial channel for gaining the Power of Incense, Kong Zen's actions were striking her dead spot.

Yet she finally responded, her umbilical cord swirling furiously, displaying her inner shock:

"You are not the Yin God, the Yin God's aura is different from yours, who are you really?!"

"Where is the Yin God?!"

Upon hearing, Kong Zen stopped his actions, smiled cheerfully at the Mother Godness, seeming Buddha's Light emanated from his form:

"Tan Yue is focusing too much; does it matter whether I am the Yin God? Rather, one might ask, who is Tan Yue herself?"

The Mother Godness was momentarily stunned:

"Who am I? I... I am naturally the Mother Godness!"

Kong Zen shook his head, speaking seriously:

"Mother Godness is just a name, but not you."

The Mother Godness grew slightly angry:

"She is me!"

Kong Zen continued shaking his head:

"Mother Godness is the name you were born with, but are you just a name?"