Tales of Herding Gods Chapter 1832 1826, Origin Creation Profound Technique In The Center
Qin Mu arrived at the domain of Old Man Wuya.
Old Man Wuya’s strength was growing exponentially. His magic power was truly limitless, and he was surrounded by countless powerful practitioners, making his territory resemble the premier sacred ground of the entire universe.
The conflict between Miluo Palace and Heaven Capital City had endured for four universal aeons, resulting in a massive depletion of vital qi. No one knew the location where the Master of Heaven Capital had split the sky. Now, Old Man Wuya stood alone as a supreme power, utilizing the World Tree to bridge the gap to the future. This allowed practitioners who had not yet achieved the Dao to survive into the subsequent aeon, earning him a massive following.
Since the downfall of Heaven Capital City and the suppression of Heavenly Venerate Ling by the Master of Miluo Palace, those who sought to split the heavens had vanished. Qin Mu remained as the final "blasphemer."
The cultivation of Old Man Wuya reached new heights through the Dao Realm Dao Tree system. Whispers even suggested his prowess had eclipsed that of the Master of Miluo Palace, making him the undisputed number one expert.
Even the Fourth Young Master, Zi Xiao, maintained a tight bond with him. Zi Xiao leveraged Wuya’s might to achieve the unification of the universe, becoming the Great Emperor of the twelfth epoch.
Zi Xiao was occupied with many ambitions, even plotting to use Wuya’s influence to journey back in time to rescue his late wife, though such efforts proved futile.
Old Man Wuya was content to treat Zi Xiao as a puppet, backing his reign over the cosmos.
During this era, the Third Young Master, Ling Xiao, perfected the blood sacrifice technique for mass and energy exchange. This method allowed the transfer of matter and energy into the next universal epoch. Consequently, Miluo Palace no longer feared losing Dao practitioners during the tribulations of destruction and creation. However, he had not yet disseminated this technique to the masses.
Qin Mu sought an audience with Old Man Wuya, but his status as a "Blasphemer" made him unwelcome. Their bond had once been deep, with a friendship stretching back to the dawn of the second epoch.
However, Qin Mu’s close ties with Heaven Capital had fractured their relationship. Eventually, Old Man Wuya began to ignore Qin Mu, eventually viewing him as an adversary.
As Qin Mu led Qin Lingjun by the hand toward the World Tree, a sudden shroud of Chaos enveloped the ancient timber. The oppressive, heavy aura of Chaos made breathing a struggle for those nearby.
Observers speculated that a clash between Seventh Young Master Chaos and Old Man Wuya was inevitable; even Miluo Palace took notice. The Master of Miluo Palace emerged from his meditation to watch the events from afar.
Yet, the occurrences within the veil of Chaos remained a mystery to all.
When the Qi of Chaos finally dissipated, the tension between Old Man Wuya and Qin Mu had vanished. They conversed with the warmth of old friends, as if no conflict had ever existed.
Grand Supreme and his peers were equally baffled. They approached the Master of Miluo Palace for answers. "Even I do not fully grasp the divine arts of Chaos," the Master of Miluo Palace admitted, "but it appears Old Man Wuya has been made to forget certain things."
When pressed for more details, the Master of Miluo Palace remained vague, stating only: "Chaos is your junior brother, and he is rapidly approaching the completion of his Dao. Do not provoke him. Soon, I intend to leap beyond the River of Chaos to scout the future. Ensure you do not antagonize Old Seven in my absence."
“Old Seven hasn’t attained the Dao yet?” The others asked, their eyes gleaming with curiosity.
The Master of Miluo Palace eventually leaped from the River of Primordial Chaos, standing upon its surface. His divine abilities had already surpassed the limits of all eras. It wasn’t until the conclusion of the sixteenth epoch that the techniques of Miluo Palace reached such a level—and even then, they could only look into the past, not the future.
The Master of Miluo Palace had far outstripped that level. Standing upon the river, he witnessed the tapestry of the past and the possibilities of the future.
Before him lay the River of Chaos of the twelfth epoch, while behind him stretched the currents of eleven previous eras.
Occasionally, phantoms would drift through the river—travelers returning to the past. They seemed oblivious to the Master of Miluo Palace, passing through his form as if he were a ghost.
In a brief span, the Master of Miluo Palace perceived the entirety of the prior eleven eras. He understood all that had been, yet the future remained a void.
Turning around, he walked forward, bypassing the ruin of the twelfth epoch and venturing toward the thirteenth.
The thirteenth epoch was a wasteland of destruction.
He continued through the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth epochs.
Though he could not peer through the murky River of Chaos to see the specific events of future eras, the pervasive destruction of these timelines signaled his ultimate failure.
Past the sixteenth epoch, the River of Chaos ceased to exist. He stared at the water's surface, unable to find any trace of a seventeenth epoch.
There was no Miluo Palace, no World Tree, and no Sinkhole. Only an infinite, empty darkness remained.
The Master of Miluo Palace began to cry. He wept in solitude upon the river, resembling a lost child.
His lifelong convictions and dreams crumbled into dust.
Suddenly, Chaos energy erupted from the darkness of the seventeenth epoch. Within that energy, a palace materialized, connecting to the sixteen rivers of the past.
This hall, much like Miluo Palace or the World Tree, manifested across every river of the preceding sixteen eras.
He caught a glimpse of a figure standing within the structure.
“Is that the spark of life from the future?”
Filled with renewed hope, the Master of Miluo Palace followed the trail of Chaos energy toward the mysterious palace.
As he drew near, purple energy shielded him from the temporal resistance of the future. The palace was both magnificent and ancient, vibrating with unfamiliar Daos.
Upon entering, he found the hall empty of people, containing only sixteen miniature rivers of Chaos.
These sixteen streams mirrored the massive rivers outside!
Looking up, he saw another Palace of Chaos at the terminus of those sixteen streams, housing a faint silhouette.
He pressed on, crossing the rivers to enter the inner palace, only to find another sixteen rivers and yet another Palace of Chaos at their end!
The Master of Miluo Palace lost all sense of perspective. He could no longer tell if he was inside or outside, or if the figure he sought was real or a reflection.
“The primal chaos village is like an egg, dim and silent. Haoran Tai Su embraces Hong Meng! The circulation of one Qi is heavy.”
He cried out, moved by a Daoist technique that filled him with excitement. It felt as though he was finally meeting a peer from the future. He moved toward the figure in the hall.
“Hidden true water true fire, dense fog that coiled up like ice. Central origin creation profound technique! Three Qi divided into three parts.”
His Great Dao resonated, hoping for a reply. “What a magnificent Hall of Chaos! To stand at the edge of time and space and guide me here! This must be the seventeenth epoch. Fellow Daoist, it is impressive you reached this height. Tell me, has your universe avoided the calamity of destruction?”
“A humble successor pays his respects. Qin Mu, Heavenly Venerate of the seventeenth universe, greets his fellow Daoist,” the figure responded.
The Master of Miluo Palace was profoundly shaken.
He engaged in a long conversation with this man named Qin Mu before eventually returning to the twelfth epoch.
‘Chaos originates from the future. He seeks to traverse the sixteen previous epochs to perfect the path of Chaos. No wonder he claims to be the seventh brother of Miluo Palace; he is the seventh to achieve the Dao,’ the Master realized.
The path of this Young Master was unique, reaching heights even the Master of Miluo Palace had not touched. Although Qin Mu had traveled back and his path was nearing completion, he would not truly master the Dao of Chaos until he finished his journey through all sixteen eras.
Until then, he was not yet a complete Young Master of Miluo Palace.
“Chaos comes from the seventeenth epoch. If I can witness the future of that era during the creation tribulation, I will know if hope still exists,” the Master of Miluo Palace smiled.
Qin Mu noticed a lanky, strange individual beneath Old Man Wuya named Youjie. The name meant "eye in the center," which was fitting, as a single eye occupied half of his forehead.
Qin Mu offered a warm smile and provided Youjie with guidance on how to refine his specialized eye cultivation, leaving the man deeply thankful.
Qin Mu and Qin Lingjun then departed.
“Father, where is our next destination?”
“We are going to find Heavenly Venerate Ling.”
Days later, Grand Supreme reported to his teacher, “Old Seven invaded my forest of obelisks and liberated the Blasphemer Ling.”
“That entire region is governed by his divine arts. If he wished to save her, it would be a simple task,” the Master of Miluo Palace replied calmly.
Grand Supreme frowned. “But Teacher, you were the one who suppressed her!”
“Blasphemer? What truly defines a blasphemer? Grand Supreme, your inability to progress stems from this narrow view. Reflect on this, and perhaps you will find the path to your next breakthrough,” the Master advised.
Grand Supreme remained perplexed.
As the twelfth epoch drew to a close, the destruction calamity struck. Heavenly Venerate Ling attacked Old Man Wuya, leaving him severely wounded. Qin Mu arrived to intervene, driving the attackers away.
Old Man Wuya was crippled by the encounter. Many experts attempted to flee into the next epoch, but the chaos caused the plan to fail. Some discovered that Wuya’s roots extended into the seventeenth epoch, where a guardian of the World Tree—known as the Hunter of the seventeenth era—had slaughtered many who tried to pass.
This incident actually strengthened the bond between Old Man Wuya and Qin Mu.
Later, a slender figure appeared at Qin Mu’s side. From the thirteenth era onward, a notorious thief began to plague the world. Many were robbed, and Old Man Wuya suffered the most.
Even Miluo Palace was victimized. Grand Supreme declared, “The thief is hiding within our own walls!”
Grand Supreme eventually captured the culprit—a scrawny old man—and imprisoned him within the forest of obelisks.
In the seventeenth epoch:
Two years had passed since Qin Mu’s departure. Once Young Master and Grand Supreme were certain he was gone, they relaxed. They boarded a wooden vessel crafted from Dao Trees, with Great Change standing guard at the bow. Grand Supreme saw them off, warning, “Friends, when you return to the sixteenth epoch, remain vigilant against Young Master Chaos.”
Great Change replied, “Have no fear. I have seen his true colors and will remain on guard.”
As Grand Supreme watched them vanish into the sixteenth epoch, Chaos Qi billowed from the depths of time.
Grand Supreme sighed, returning to the Origin World to undergo Dao transformation and reincarnation.
Immediately following his reincarnation, the forest of obelisks crumbled. The scrawny old man emerged from the ruins and vanished instantly.
“I have returned!” his laughter rang through the void.
By the thirteenth epoch, another Young Master appeared in Miluo Palace. This Young Master was unaffiliated with any Sect, and Qin Mu often returned to Miluo Palace to share drinks and conversation with him.
In the fourteenth epoch, Young Master Zhan Ji was born from the Sinkhole as the Goddess of the Returning Ruins. Qin Mu visited her as well, enjoying her company.
The older Young Masters, protective of their junior sister, frequently chased Qin Mu away to prevent him from "corrupting" her.
At the conclusion of the fourteenth epoch, Qin Mu took Qin Lingjun to the epicenter of the destruction calamity. “Father, what is our mission today?” the girl asked.
“We are retrieving an old friend.”
Qin Mu smiled, looking toward the River of Chaos.
The melody of a zither drifted from the water as a woman plummeted into the calamity.
Qin Mu reached out and caught her. Qin Lingjun approached with the zither, asking, “Are you my mother?”
The woman laughed, pinching the girl’s cheek. “I nearly was. I am Yue; you may call me Aunt Yue.”
She looked at Qin Mu with a playful glint in her eye. “Mu, you kept your word. How long has it been for you?”
“Fourteen years.”
Qin Mu patted his daughter's head. “Lingjun is already fourteen.”
In the distorted time of Chaos, she had indeed grown that much.
“Ling Yuxiu didn't come?” Heavenly Venerate Yue scanned the area.
Qin Mu shook his head. “No. But I have found Heavenly Venerate Ling.”
Heavenly Venerate Ling arrived and took the protesting Yue by the hand.
“Lingjun might need a stepmother,” Yue teased Ling.
“Some people do not desire one,” Ling replied flatly.
Yue, being close enough to speak her mind, snapped back, “You aren't him! How would you know what he wants?”
“I asked,” Ling said simply.
Frustrated, Heavenly Venerate Yue began to pluck her zither discordantly.
On the eve of the fifteenth epoch's Creation Tribulation, the Master of Miluo Palace continued his observations of the future. Yet again, Qin Mu appeared with his daughter, using Chaos to obscure the Master's sight.
The same occurred at the end of the sixteenth epoch.
Accustomed to this interference, the Master of Miluo Palace initially said nothing. However, the sixteenth epoch was short-lived, lasting only six hundred million years before its end.
As Qin Mu moved to block him again, the Master spoke: “Chaos, you have always prevented me from seeing what lies ahead. But this time, you shall not succeed. I will witness the seventeenth epoch with my own eyes.”
“Teacher, you have been peerless since the first epoch. But I have now attained my Dao, and I wish to test my strength against yours.”
Qin Mu released his daughter’s hand. “You are the titan of the past sixteen eras. Neither Old Man Wuya nor the Master of Heaven Capital could stand against you. But I am the champion of the future.”
He stood tall as the seventeenth era loomed as a vast sea of Chaos.
With the destruction of the sixteenth era imminent, Qin Mu had reached the zenith of his power!
He felt himself nearing the threshold beyond the fortieth heavens of the Dao Realm.
His Rune Origin had transcended the Primordial Chaos runes. He was ready to face the Master of Miluo Palace.
“Teacher, you noted that my skill is the Central Origin Creation Profound Technique. I am very close to the state you described.”
With unwavering resolve, Qin Mu declared, “I will not allow you to see the future!”
For countless ages, he had refrained from altering the past. Now, he sought to change everything—including the destiny of his teacher.