The decapitated high priest, he had heard of him.

“In his position, failing to perform his duties, should be decapitated.”

Bailong walked again on this land and said softly:

“High priests do not share longevity with mortals! A day of dereliction in their duty of managing rain is equivalent to a year for mortals—an entire twelve months of desolation, 360 days without a drop of rain, drought cracking the soil… amidst disaster, countless mortal casualties unknown!”

For the high priest, a day in the sky is a year on earth. These long-lived giants can hardly see the fleeting shadows of mortals amidst the rapid transformations of the world!

Plants tainted with Divine Blood also grow rapidly at a speed of 360 times!

With their reproductive abilities akin to natural disasters, the mortals’ consumption of water is vast; a shortfall leads to catastrophe!

Such a negligent high priest must be executed!

Celestial Emperor Bailong wandered the land, marveling at its mysteries and the brilliance of numerous races, yet with hands behind his back, he reflected,

“Although the mythos of this land has resurrected and risen, developing like the flourishing of the Sunflower Dynasty, the way of the immortals still has shortcomings!”

The Demon Palace system, cultivating joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and hatred, comprises five Divine Power Palaces, each with countless Techniques to select from, offering diverse Innate Divine Powers.

Just within the Hentian Palace, there are “Blood Stain”, “Hate Step”, “Between Blood and Hatred”…. all Innate Demon Palaces built on emotions of hatred.

The immortal cultivation system also trains joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, and hatred, condensing a Nascent Soul for each organ, yet each corresponding element lacks abundant Techniques to choose from.

“Every perfected fourth realm master has five soul divine power innate talents, but there are too few types to choose from, hardly any suitable for the cultivators themselves…”

Because of this…

The Techniques for constructing the Nascent Soul for the five organs are lacking, making it difficult to achieve the Nascent Soul Realm.

Not everyone can convert the ancestral Demon Palace building method into the organ construction method.

“I have broken through to the Nascent Soul, with a lifespan of nine thousand years, even in reality it’s about thirty years…. I thought the Nascent Soul would surge like a tide, with Divinity Transformation within reach, and reviving ancestors just around the corner…. but it was too optimistic.” Bailong sighed.

Time waits for no one!

What use is longevity on its own?

Hope to soon witness the arrival of a true age of myth.

“Oh well, oh well! I’ll spend time gradually converting ‘Celestial Palaces’ into ‘organ’ Techniques, thereby perfecting my immortal path.”

This is akin to a format conversion, like converting an image from jpg to png.

One builds palaces, the other builds Nascent Souls, yet the essence of each Technique carries similarities.

“Alas, for one person to single-handedly convert thousands of Divine Power Techniques, won’t that be exhausting?” he sighed, but could only proceed in this way.

Most people halt at the Golden Core, without Nascent Soul, due to the lack of Techniques!

At this time, the immortality path hasn’t truly revived, so he has no choice but to exhaust himself for it.

That particular day, Bailong announced his retreat!

The whole world was in uproar, yet no one dared to oppose.

Even the opposing Moon Surface Nest Kingdom, alongside the universe-prowling young deities of the Demon Palace system, dared not approach.

Whoosh!

Birds resembling pterodactyls soared past.

This was an exotic alien architectural castle kingdom.

On the moon, dark blue Avatar Planet-like plants covered the land, and the architecture of its palaces was designed as if they were shaped like palaces in the mind, exuding a mysterious and eerie cosmic alien vibe.

This cosmic civilization boasted its own unique aesthetic architectural style.

It was an evil alien race devoted to architecture as faith and beauty.

Yet, at this moment, some sub-human creatures with slick tentacles uttered strange words,

“Whoever thought this unrivaled power, which struck and killed our divine lord with one slap, would choose to retreat? While it’s difficult to fight a hundred same-level foes alone, there’s still the option to defeat them one by one and wipe us out!”

“The White Emperor, reigning over the world, overlooking all life at his prime, chose to retreat?”

Their tone was already no longer in their supposed language, but in Earth languages.

“Immortal path, what on earth is it?”

“That ineffable Ancient God in the forbidden cosmic void cultivates the Demon Palace architecture but is without such inheritance… quite perplexing.”

…

Nobody expected this; the White Emperor was always surprising.

Dark Titan Era, year 201.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred years of vicissitudes, with the Giant Race the only ones not sensing major change, the land has experienced the overlap of many eras.

A hundred years have passed.

Over generations, the immortal path gradually gained depth.

Under Bailong’s rule for over a hundred years, occasional minor skirmishes aside, a rare golden age of peace arrived.

Even Tang Meng, from the underground shelters of the Mayan Civilization, part of the flame-seedling plan, began to emerge and attempt to live on this land.

“The zombie apocalypse, in just half a year, turned into this, which I hadn’t anticipated.” Tang Meng murmured, feeling that the end of humanity, seemingly imminent, had now transformed into such a flourishing era under an enormous dark hand.

And as years rolled by,

Bailong has converted and published 137 Techniques already available to the public.

He was surprised to find it even more difficult than imagined.

Many Demon Palace structures and Nascent Soul structures largely don’t interconnect.

These are two different systems, two different biological soul structures, not compatible.

Out of thousands, only a few can be effectively converted, and henceforth, he could only create new Techniques following the soul structure of the immortal path line.

“Difficult, difficult, difficult!”

Uttering the word ‘difficult’ thrice, one could see the bitterness within Bailong’s heart.

The Demon Palace system’s abundance is a heritage of accumulated civilization Techniques over generations, through countless geniuses emerging; how can he alone achieve such a heaven-defying task?

“The depth of the immortal path has never been one person’s creation, but I am willing to be the first.” Bailong continued his research.

But this toil, again, was a brief century’s passage of light and shadow.

He had gained a few strands of white hair, mentally and physically exhausted, befitting the name White Emperor.

He remained deeply eager for the glorious era of the Sunflower Dynasty, the myth of Jiaxia, the resplendent gods and demons, and the prehistoric past, constantly stirring his heart.

Just like Ye Gong loving the dragon.

That was his aspiration, to hear of ‘the Way’ in the morning and be content to die by evening.

“Seventeen more have emerged, tailored to specific needs, the Nascent Soul methods have added several more sequences.” The middle-aged man sighed repeatedly, sitting serenely in the palace.

Suddenly, a tiny plant vine in the distance of the palace slowly altered as if its genes were changing, transforming into a youthful face.

“The path of immortality is long and arduous; you’ve exhausted too much effort on this, do you really have no regrets?”

After more than two hundred years of vicissitudes, that teacher’s voice, who once discoursed on the Dao under the tree, echoed before him again.

Only, this voice held a hint of regret.

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