Eternal Sacred King Chapter 3380-end - 3380: Eternal Saint Thearch

Upon hearing his words, Die Yue remarked, “So, he made the choice to personally dismantle the old world, passing the task of forging a new reality to you, along with the souls of the myriad races from the trichiliocosm.”

Su Zimo gave a nod of affirmation.

Die Yue continued, “Back then, your Martial Dao Prime Body remained by his side in the Sacred Ruins for tens of thousands of years. With his profound wisdom, it is unlikely that any secret of the Martial Dao Prime Body could have been concealed from him.”

“It is possible that the only reason he spared the Martial Dao Prime Body was for the sake of this specific moment.”

Su Zimo let out a soft sigh at those words. “There is yet another reason he refrained from attacking the Martial Dao Prime Body.”

“It was a revelation that the Martial Dao Prime Body only witnessed after establishing the Primordium Universe and attaining an even more formidable power.”

“In the Saint Ruins, while Saint Thearch Reincarnation spoke of Saint Thearch Life, he deliberately omitted a crucial detail.”

“The physical form of Saint Thearch Life dissolved to become the humans of the trichiliocosm. Yet, Saint Thearch Reincarnation never explained what happened to the soul of Saint Thearch Life.”

Once a cultivator reaches the level of a Heavenly Dao Saint Thearch, their soul cannot simply vanish into nothingness.

Even the Chaos Green Lotus had to endure several cycles of rebirth.

A look of understanding dawned on Die Yue. “Are you suggesting…”

Su Zimo nodded. “The origin of the Martial Dao has always been shrouded in mystery. I used to wonder why a soul and consciousness would manifest after the Martial Dao was founded and the Martial Dao Fruit was condensed.”

“I only realized when the Martial Dao Prime Body created the Primordium that the soul of Saint Thearch Life was what breathed life into the Martial Dao!”

The soul of Saint Thearch Life was unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

She had been searching for a worthy successor throughout the ages.

She needed someone possessing immense willpower, courage, intellect, and a heart of magnanimity.

Only such an individual could potentially transform the trichiliocosm!

Desolate Martial blazed a trail and shared the martial arts with all living things.

Thus, the Martial Dao was born!

At that moment, Saint Thearch Life sacrificed her existence to empower the Martial Dao!

Saint Thearch Reincarnation recognized the essence of Saint Thearch Life within the Martial Dao Prime Body.

Nevertheless, the Martial Dao Prime Body was not truly Saint Thearch Life.

This explains why Saint Thearch Reincarnation would occasionally look at him with such a peculiar expression.

Die Yue spoke, “If that is the case, the alliance between the Chaos Green Lotus and Saint Thearch Life to shatter the trichiliocosm was not merely intended to wound the five Genesis Essence Spirits.”

“The primary goal was to allow the soul of Saint Thearch Life to escape through the fractured world. It was this very act that introduced a variable existing outside the Three Realms and the Five Elements.”

Su Zimo added, “A new world could only be forged by someone who possessed the strength to transcend the trichiliocosm.”

Die Yue noted, “Saint Thearch Reincarnation likely understood Saint Thearch Life’s plan long ago. That is why he entrusted you with the creation of a new world.”

“The depth of his trust in you stems from his connection to Saint Thearch Life.”

Su Zimo shook his head upon hearing this. “Reincarnation may have trusted Saint Thearch Life, but that does not necessarily mean his trust extended to me.”

“Do you recall the final words Saint Thearch Reincarnation spoke to the Fiend Lord before the trichiliocosm fell?”

Die Yue nodded in recollection.

Su Zimo continued, “The Fiend Lord’s cultivation was far too weak to ever pose a threat to Saint Thearch Reincarnation. Addressing him in such a way seemed redundant at the time.”

“I believe those words were actually directed at me.”

“Human nature is fickle. He feared that once I became the absolute sovereign of the Three Realms in a new world, I might be corrupted by power and status. Those words were a warning to keep me from losing my way.”

Die Yue remained quiet.

She felt a sense of relief that Su Zimo had ultimately chosen the right path.

After a short silence, Die Yue gave a small smile. “That is merely your speculation. Only Reincarnation himself truly knows what was in his heart.”

“True enough.”

Su Zimo smiled back.

“Come, it is time for us to depart.”

Die Yue gestured toward the door. “Everyone is waiting for your arrival.”

Su Zimo stepped forward, and hand-in-hand with Die Yue, he left the house.

Stepping onto the familiar streets of Ping Yang Town, Su Zimo gazed around, feeling a sense of nostalgia.

The Martial Dao Prime Body had reconstructed everything in this new trichiliocosm based on his own memories. While most things looked identical, subtle differences remained.

The sound of rapid footsteps approached from behind.

“Move faster! The storyteller is almost finished!”

“Ah, I got so sidetracked that I lost track of time. I hope we aren't too late.”

A young man and woman hurried past.

Su Zimo found their voices strangely familiar.

By instinct, he turned to look at them.

As the young woman ran by, she happened to glance back and locked eyes with Su Zimo.

Both of them froze for a brief second.

The young woman stopped involuntarily, looking at Su Zimo with a puzzled expression.

“Mengqi, what are you doing? We’ll miss it if you keep standing there.”

The young man pulled at her arm, urging her forward.

“Right, I’m coming.”

Shaking off her confusion, she quickly followed after him.

“What was that about?”

The young man asked as they resumed their pace.

The girl shook her head. “Nothing. I just felt like I’d encountered that man in green somewhere before.”

“I don’t recall him,” the young man joked. “Maybe you saw him in a dream.”

“Hmph!”

The young woman let out a small huff. “Actually, I did have a dream recently. In it, I was destined to join a powerful immortal Sect!”

“Tsk!”

The young man scoffed. “Is that all? I dreamed that I could reach up and grab the stars, traveling across the four seas with ease.”

A trace of disappointment flickered in the girl's eyes as she whispered, “I suppose my dream wasn't that impressive after all.”

Su Zimo watched them walk away, a relieved smile touching his lips.

As he continued walking with Die Yue, he noticed a large estate nearby. A couple stood by the entrance, watching with affectionate eyes as a small child took slow, unsteady steps.

“Big Brother…”

Seeing the man, Su Zimo’s eyes grew misty as he whispered the name.

Su Hong no longer bore the fierce scar on his face; he was now a family man with a wife and child.

Sensing a gaze upon him, Su Hong looked toward Su Zimo.

He gave a polite nod of greeting to Su Zimo and Die Yue before looking away—it was obvious he had no memory of his brother.

Even though the Martial Dao Prime Body had restored the Primordium World and its inhabitants, not every soul could retain their past memories after the trauma of the world's destruction and the cycles of rebirth.

“It is good that Big Brother can start anew. We should let them be,” Xiaoning’s voice came from behind them.

Su Zimo nodded in agreement.

Su Hong had suffered through too much agony and burden in his previous life.

Losing those memories was perhaps a blessing for him.

Su Zimo turned around.

Night Spirit was standing right next to Xiaoning.

A crowd of his oldest companions approached—Monkey, Tiger, Lin Zhan, Fairy Ling Long, Dao Lord Extreme Fire, Long Ran, Ming Zhen, Tao Yao, Nian Qi, and Beiming Xue…

Yan Beichen arrived holding hands with Qin Pianran.

They all looked at Su Zimo, their eyes brimming with joy. Eventually, they broke into collective laughter, unconcerned with the curious stares of the townspeople.

There was no greater happiness than this gathering of old friends.

Amidst the laughter, the storyteller brought down his wooden gavel with a sharp crack. He bowed to his audience and said, “And so, the tale concludes. We shall meet again when destiny allows. Farewell!”

“Wait! I missed the best parts!” someone shouted in frustration.

The Daoist storyteller casually tossed a thick, weathered book to the crowd. “Everything I related is recorded inside. See for yourselves!”

With that, the Daoist pushed through the onlookers and hurried toward Su Zimo and the others.

People scrambled to pick up the book. One person called out to the retreating figure, “Wait, storyteller! There’s no title on this book!”

The Daoist smacked his own forehead.

This volume was originally a record penned by the previous storyteller of Enigma Palace. It was meant to document the life of Desolate Martial, the one who established the Martial Dao and shared it with the world.

The former storyteller had left the title blank, claiming he could not predict the ultimate heights Desolate Martial would reach.

He had intended for his successor to finish the work.

When Lin Xuanji inherited the biography, he continued the record, but the title remained unwritten.

In his rush to join his friends, the Daoist didn't want to overthink it. He called back, “I haven't thought of a name either. You decide!”

The audience felt a wave of disappointment.

After listening for so long, the abrupt ending left them feeling hollow.

However, after a few paces, the Daoist stopped and turned back to the crowd. “Actually, before Saint Thearch Desolate Martial merged with the Heavenly Dao, he left a final message for this world.”

“No being in this universe can remain eternal and undying. I am no exception. The Heavenly Dao will always cycle, moving through peaks and valleys. My only wish is for the Martial Dao to flourish, and for every person to live with the spirit of a hero, filled with chivalry and honor!”

Many in the crowd felt a surge of inspiration.

Others were moved to tears.

“The Martial Dao is not the story of one man, but of many. It is a culture, a conviction, and a relentless spirit! Even in the darkest night, as long as the essence of the Martial Dao survives, it will remain a beacon of hope that will one day light up the entire world!”

“Saint Thearch Desolate Martial reached a state beyond all living things, transcending the Heavenly Dao itself. He was the undisputed master of the Three Realms. Yet, he did not cling to power. Instead, he established reincarnation, built the Primordium World, and restored order. He gave the world back to the people and gave everyone the chance to be their own hero.”

“The storyteller mentioned a prophecy earlier—about how everyone should lead themselves. Perhaps this is what it meant?”

“At his level, he was the supreme ruler. No one could have challenged him. The most incredible thing is that he mastered his own desires and walked away from it all.”

“Though Saint Thearch Desolate Martial became the Heavenly Dao and his soul passed on, he left behind a legacy to inspire all future generations. That is the eternal spirit of the Martial Dao!”

“Storyteller!”

A young boy, struck by a sudden thought, pushed through the throng. He ran after the storyteller, breathing hard. Watching the man’s back, he yelled, “Your book… what if we call it Eternal Saint Thearch? Would that work?”

“It would,” the storyteller answered with a grin. Without turning around, he waved a final goodbye and walked alongside his companions, slowly vanishing into the horizon of the Great Dao…

The End.