Baby with Daoist Monarch System

Chapter 493

In the future, here will birth unique beings. They are born bathed in the ”Dao” of Fire, their starting point will be the unattainable finish line for other beings of the Sea of Realms. They will be the natural successors and Guardians of the Fire Dao.

Among them, there will inevitably be a most brilliant existence.

That existence will carry the full fortune of this ”Dao Origin Realm”, he (she) will rise from countless tribulations and challenges, ultimately standing beneath the ”Dao Sun”, inheriting the will of Fire, becoming the next era’s... Fire Holder.

The consciousness of the Fire embodiment slowly withdrew, returning to the omnipresent void.

Her mission is to guard, to guide, not to intervene.

A new epoch has begun, a new story is on this newborn land, waiting for its protagonist.

In the depths of the void, those ancient wills fell into unprecedented silence.

The ”Eye of Silence” slowly closed, as if digesting all it had seen. The ”Source of All Things” ceased roaring, falling into contemplation. The ”Touch of the Void” cautiously retracted all perceptions, not daring to easily probe the area shrouded in the light of Fire.

A brand new era, under the watchful eyes of all existence, descended with undeniable posture.

And in that newborn ”Dao Origin Realm”, in a mystical valley enveloped by rich primordial Energy, a colorful stone trembled lightly under the radiance of the ”Dao Sun”.

Within it, a faint, naive, yet supremely noble consciousness was slowly awakening.

Silent years, nameless epochs.

On this newborn realm covered by the glow of ”Dao Sun”, time first obtained measurable increments. Dao Sun rises in the east and sets in the west, one cycle is one day. Time flows in the mountains and valleys, settles in the growth and decay of vegetation, ten thousand cycles are defined by the unseen rules of this realm as one ”Era”.

A flick, is three thousand Eras.

That valley enveloped in dense primordial Energy had long ceased to be desolate as it was at its start. Within it, immortal herbs filled the land, auspicious grasses grew, each plant seemingly a manifestation of Heaven and Earth Laws. Some leaves like swords, showing sharpness, tearing the void, elucidating the initial mystery of the ”sharp” Dao; some flowers opening and closing, breathing fragments of time, portraying the change of ”moment” and ”eternity”. A brook formed by liquid primordial Energy trickled by, each ripple against stones burst with fine Law Runes, merging into the earth, nourishing this sacred land.

Three thousand Eras is but a breath after awakening for a newborn grand realm. Yet for that colorful stone, it was a long sleep enough to nurture miracles.

It lay quietly at the center of the valley, bathed in the sacred light of Dao Sun, absorbing the primordial Essence Qi. The five colors on the stone’s surface had long ceased to be as mottled and variegated as before, becoming incomparably pure and profound. Red like fire, containing heaven-burning might; blue like wood, brimming with life potential; gold like metal, hiding Immortal sharpness; black like water, circulating mysterious transformations; yellow like earth, manifesting profound virtue’s weight. Five colors flowed, subtly forming a microcosm of mutual creation and restriction, harmonious and unobstructed.

On this day, Dao Sun rose to the zenith, its radiance most fierce. Billions of divine rays descended like golden waterfalls, all pouring into the valley.

And at that moment, the colorful stone which had remained silent for three thousand Eras, its weak and naive consciousness within, finally completed the final metamorphosis through endless accumulation.

”Who... am I?”

A vague thought, like the first lightning bolt struck in chaos, exploded in the sea of consciousness.

The moment that question arose, he ”saw”.

He had no eyes, yet ”saw” the whole world. He saw the Dao Sun hanging high in the sky, felt the warmth and summon from the same Source; he saw the vast land, felt the weight and benevolence that bore all things; he saw the breath of each Immortal Herb in the valley, the sway of each Dao Flower, could even ”hear” the primordial brook singing ancient songs of creation.

Everything in this world was so familiar, so intimate to him, as if it was an extension of his body.

Yet at the same time, he also ”saw” some other things.

In the shadows untouched by Light, between the interwoven Laws, deep in the life veins of each plant, lurked strands and threads of extremely disharmonious ”noise”. It was a chaotic, twisted, contradictory force, tempting life to mutate, urging Laws to collapse, whispering insane ravings of returning all to disorder.

It was the eternal ”scar” left by the ”Throat of Chaos”, the ”tribulation” born with this perfect world.

”I am... ’Existence’.”

”It... is a variant of ’Nonexistence’, the shadow of ’Existence’.”

The second thought, clearer, firmer. At the moment he defined himself and that chaotic force, his resonance with the world reached an unprecedented peak.

Crack!

A crisp sound, like the first thunder at the beginning of heaven and earth, resounded throughout the valley.

A crack appeared on the colorful stone.