Eternal Sacred King Chapter 3379: New World

Ping Yang Town was nothing more than a typical settlement located on the frontier.

One particular day, the town was visited by a group of peculiar individuals.

The attire worn by these newcomers differed vastly from the local residents' clothing.

A few among them barely appeared human, possessing sharp facial features, monkey-like cheeks, and a clumsy gait.

In contrast, others carried themselves with an air of extraordinary dignity and a majestic presence.

There were also those who seemed entirely carefree, wandering without a worry in the world.

Despite their enigmatic origins and hidden identities, this group harbored no malice toward Ping Yang Town and refrained from bothering the locals.

As the days turned into weeks, the townsfolk grew accustomed to their presence, eventually reaching a point where they would exchange casual greetings.

Among the strangers was a Daoist cultivator with a talent for narration. He would set up a table and, with a folding fan in hand, weave endless tapestries of legends.

This Daoist cultivator possessed a silver tongue, speaking with such eloquence that it felt as though lotuses were blooming from his words. Because he spoke of a magnificent realm beyond anything the people of Ping Yang Town could imagine, a large audience soon gathered to hear his tales.

Within the storyteller’s narratives were figures who soared through the heavens on swords or traveled upon the clouds. He even spoke of divine entities capable of incinerating the sky and boiling the oceans, leaving lotuses in their wake with every stride!

The man’s name and history remained a mystery, and he never offered answers when pressed. Consequently, the people simply referred to him as the storyteller.

Day after day, the Daoist cultivator continued his performances in the town.

Whenever he began, the local idlers—both young and old—would rush to his side to listen.

The seasons blurred together, and before anyone realized it, five years had passed since the Daoist cultivator first arrived in Ping Yang Town.

On this specific day, a massive crowd from the town surged toward a single location.

It was obvious without asking: the Daoist cultivator was about to resume his storytelling.

The turnout was exceptionally high today.

This was because the grand epic the Daoist cultivator had been telling was finally reaching its conclusion.

Piak!

Surrounded by the crowd, the Daoist cultivator struck his wooden gavel against the table and snapped open his fan. “Saint Thearch Reincarnation annihilated the trichiliocosm! Everything in existence, including every living soul of the ten thousand races, was reduced to nothingness!”

“Saint Thearch Reincarnation is terrible!”

A young child shouted out in anger.

“He just destroyed the entire trichiliocosm like it was nothing,” another listener added.

“What happened next? Did Saint Thearch Desolate Martial perish as well? And what of Saint Blood Butterfly?”

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but interject.

The Daoist cultivator took a leisurely sip of tea, building the suspense before answering slowly, “Afterward, Saint Thearch Desolate Martial triggered the detonation of the Genesis Universe. Amidst the cold, dark void, he performed solitary deductions until he eventually birthed an even more ancient Primordium Universe!”

“This Primordium Universe consumed and integrated the remnants of the destroyed trichiliocosm, growing even more vast in the process.”

A listener let out a sigh. “But what point is there? Saint Thearch Desolate Martial is the sole survivor in this Primordium Universe, while his companions have all perished. Isn't that a cruel fate for him?”

The crowd murmured in agreement.

The Daoist cultivator shook his head. “Actually, when Saint Thearch Reincarnation wiped out the trichiliocosm, he perhaps felt a final spark of conscience. He spared the Earth Book from destruction, leaving all the souls gathered within it over the eons to Saint Thearch Desolate Martial.”

“What—”

The audience was stunned by this revelation.

The Daoist cultivator continued, “Thus, utilizing the souls of the billions of beings from the trichiliocosm, Saint Thearch Desolate Martial brought all the original inhabitants back to life. Naturally, this included his dearest friends.”

“But how did he deal with the Immeasurable Calamity of All Beings?”

A voice suddenly inquired.

The Daoist cultivator gave a knowing smile. “As the architect of the Primordium Universe, Saint Thearch Desolate Martial held the power to rewrite the laws of this new world. The Immeasurable Calamity of All Beings was rooted in the greed and ego of Eternal Beings.”

“Consequently, the foundational law decreed by Saint Thearch Desolate Martial was this: upon ascending to Saint-hood, a being would relinquish their self-awareness and merge with the Great Dao.”

“To attain eternal life, one must discard all mortal emotions.”

“In doing so, the Immeasurable Calamity of All Beings was cut off at its very root.”

Another person asked, “What about Saint Thearch Desolate Martial himself? He is now the supreme power of the Primordium Universe. Could he lose his way one day and turn into a second Saint Thearch Reincarnation?”

“That’s impossible!”

Someone else immediately countered, “Saint Thearch Desolate Martial fought for the masses and founded the Martial Dao. With a heart and vision that grand, how could he ever become like Saint Thearch Reincarnation?”

“One can never be certain.”

The first person argued, “Didn't Saint Thearch Reincarnation also start with the goal of creating a just world? Didn't he want the Six Paths of Reincarnation to reward the righteous and punish the wicked?”

The Daoist cultivator fell into a brief silence at those words.

After a moment, he spoke softly, “Saint Thearch Desolate Martial forged the Primordium Universe and reconstructed the world, establishing the Six Paths and allowing life to evolve. Following that, he severed his own consciousness, his seven emotions, and his six desires to transform into a Heavenly Dao, ensuring the protection of this new realm.”

“Ah!”

The crowd gasped in collective shock.

Stripped of self-awareness and feeling, Saint Thearch Desolate Martial would no longer truly be himself.

Yet, the concerns raised earlier would also vanish.

Under a Heavenly Dao devoid of ego or selfish intent, the 3,000 Great Daos functioned harmoniously, and all life existed in true equality.

…

In a quiet residence within Ping Yang Town.

Su Zimo gradually stirred and rose from his bed. He sat there in a daze for a long time until the fog in his mind cleared, replaced by sharp clarity.

Even then, he remained seated, lost in thought as if contemplating a distant memory.

Eventually, he stood up and opened the door to the outside.

In the courtyard, standing beneath a peach tree, was a stunning woman dressed in blood-red robes. She turned around and offered a soft smile. “You’ve finally woken up?”

“Yes.”

Su Zimo nodded in response.

“You were the last one among us to wake,”

Die Yue remarked with a smile.

Hearing the distant noise of the town, Su Zimo asked, “What is all that commotion outside?”

Die Yue chuckled. “Lin Xuanji is busy telling stories. He’s reached the part where Saint Thearch Reincarnation wipes out the trichiliocosm. He’ll likely face quite a bit of heckling for that.”

“Saint Thearch Reincarnation…”

Su Zimo’s voice trailed off as he hesitated.

“Is something bothering you?”

Noticing Su Zimo’s preoccupied expression as he stepped into the yard, Die Yue asked gently.

Su Zimo replied, “It’s possible that Saint Thearch Reincarnation destroyed the trichiliocosm to avenge Saint Thearch Life. Since he already intended to die, he lost all concern for the trichiliocosm once Saint Thearch Life was gone.”

“However, I’ve recently realized there might be another explanation.”

“And what is that?”

Die Yue inquired.

Su Zimo explained, “Saint Thearch Reincarnation never actually changed.”

“From start to finish, he sought to fulfill the dream he shared with Saint Thearch Life: a world where every being is equal.”

“But he realized the trichiliocosm was already fundamentally broken. Even with total control, he couldn't fix laws that had been entrenched for so long.”

“The only way to truly establish equality for all life was to tear down the old world and build a new trichiliocosm from the ashes.”