Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 345 - 255 Preparations by All Parties

Since it was Taiching Saint, Xuan Dou did not hesitate at all, and climbed step by step upwards.

The whole climbing process was very ordinary, without any ripples occurring.

Shouyang Mountain, the birthplace of the Kongtong Seal.

Only after the advent of the Kongtong Seal did Shouyang Mountain truly reveal itself to the eyes of the multitude of beings in the Primordial World.

After a long while, a weary Xuan Dou arrived in front of this white figure.

As expected, it was the Taiching Saint, who had a benevolent face and eyes tightly closed, as if his spirit was wandering beyond the heavens.

Xuan Dou did not speak but instead quietly knelt opposite the Taiching Saint, waiting.

This kneeling lasted for a hundred years.

For an entire hundred years, Xuan Dou knelt there, his expression calm and his heart very peaceful.

Compared to the Primordial wanderings of over a thousand years, kneeling here for just a hundred years was truly too easy.

Even though his cultivation was sealed, his inherent nature as a Golden Immortal meant that he did not need the support of food.

However, although the seal was set up by the Taiching Saint, it was very simple.

According to Xuan Dou’s feeling, the seal was too weak; just a slight circulation of his mana would allow him to break through this seal.

It was indeed a seal, but it did not seal Xuan Dou’s cultivation but rather his thoughts.

The tempering, the trial was not merely of the cultivation and physical body, but even more importantly, of one’s own thoughts.

Controlling one’s own thoughts, not being ruled by emotions.

All these years, Xuan Dou’s seal still existed, which showed that he always remembered the words of the Taiching Saint from that time.

His cultivation was sealed, and his mana could not circulate, so during these hundred years at Shouyang Mountain, he did not cultivate.

But this did not mean that Xuan Dou had nothing to do.

During these hundred years, Xuan Dou reflected upon his wanderings in the Primordial for over a thousand years, and after repeated contemplation, he reaped substantial benefits and his mood became even more peaceful.

Taiching Laozi’s Good Corpse slowly opened his eyes and looked toward the calm Xuan Dou, nodding his head in satisfaction.

For beings at their level, sensing the fluctuations of a Golden Immortal’s thoughts was simply too easy.

Under his perception, Xuan Dou’s mental fluctuations did not show any negative emotions like boredom.

Even apart from the joy he had just felt upon arriving at the summit of Shouyang Mountain and seeing him, Xuan Dou’s emotions had been very calm all along.

Indeed, worthy of being the creature valued by his true self, inheriting his own Daoist lineage.

"Xuan Dou."

The Good Corpse of Taiching Laozi was still sitting cross-legged at the mountain peak, speaking with a very kind face.

When Xuan Dou heard his name being called, he opened his eyes and saw the Taiching Saint looking at him with a smile.

Looking at the figure in the white robe before him, Xuan Dou did not speak immediately.

Because he felt something was odd; the elderly figure before him was too kind.

Back in the Human Clan, Xuan Dou had coexisted with Taiching Laozi for many years and had a certain understanding of the Taiching Saint.

In Xuan Dou’s impression, the Taiching Saint was not very emotional, always very calm.

His demeanor always carried a sense of disconnection from the Human Clan.

Xuan Dou felt it very clearly, although Taiching Laozi preached among the Human Clan, he always had a feeling like the Taiching Saint seemed ready to leave at any moment.

And the person before him looked identical to the Taiching Saint, with a very friendly expression.

But it was precisely this friendliness that made Xuan Dou sense strangeness.

Xuan Dou furrowed his brows, pondering, and did not speak.

The Good Corpse of the Taiching Saint also felt the turmoil in Xuan Dou’s heart, and he was very puzzled.

What exactly was Xuan Dou troubled about?

The Good Corpse of Taiching Laozi could sense Xuan Dou’s emotions, but that did not mean he could know what he was thinking.

Unless he used forceful means to directly read Xuan Dou’s memories.

After a long while, Xuan Dou looked at the Good Corpse of Taiching Laozi and asked, "Are you the Taiching Saint?"

After hearing Xuan Dou’s question, the inner self of the Good Corpse couldn’t help but admire Xuan Dou’s attentiveness.

Because when Xuan Dou asked this question, the Good Corpse no longer felt his inner conflict.

The Good Corpse of Taiching Laozi still spoke with a kind face and said with a smile, "I am the Taiching Saint, but the Taiching Saint is not me."

Hearing the response from the figure before him, confusion appeared on Xuan Dou’s face.

He had never reached the Purple Cloud Palace, witnessed Hong Jun’s unification with the Dao, and naturally did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

The Good Corpse of Taiching Laozi did not wait for Xuan Dou’s question but continued to speak.

"I am the Good Corpse of the Taiching Saint, a part of the Taiching Saint, born from the kindness within the Taiching Saint’s heart."

Xuan Dou understood; the figure before him was not the complete Taiching Saint but perhaps could be considered an incarnation.

Good Corpse, a title for an incarnation, perhaps?

Xuan Dou thought in his heart, also puzzled by this name.

Before his cultivation was sealed, Xuan Dou was only at the Golden Immortal Realm.

The Quasi-Saint level was something he had not touched upon, and he had not heard of the Three Corpses Technique.

During his travels in the Primordial, if he had encountered beings of such level, Xuan Dou might not have been able to come to Shouyang Mountain.

In the Primordial World, if one’s Cultivation Realm did not reach a certain level, they would not know the common knowledge within it.

The barrier of information is also present in the Primordial World, and even more serious.

After all, knowing information beyond one’s capacity could indeed lead to a death of transformation into Dao.

Just like when Di Jun first broke through to become a Daluo Golden Immortal, he immersed himself in the contemplation of the Heavenly Dao so intensely, that his spirit almost merged into it.