Living in the hearts of all beings in all worlds, omnipotent?
What kind of existence is this?
Why has he set his sights on me? What does this mean for me?
On the Bloody Plateau, the fierce winds continued to blow, rolling over countless corpses and bones, piling them up like a layer of bloody sand, shimmering with an eerie, bloody beauty.
Di Kun stood silently, lost in thought for a long time.
His heart was still in turmoil from the words he had just heard, unable to calm down even after so much time had passed.
This was no longer the initial shock he had felt. It was as if a chaotic thunderbolt had struck the crown of his head, shaking his soul to its core and nearly causing him to collapse.
Although the voice had disappeared, Di Kun could not forget the chilling, hair-raising sensation he had just experienced.
Shock, trembling, disbelief—all of these emotions overwhelmed him.
Everything he had experienced since birth paled in comparison to the terror and incredulity of that moment.
Di Kun even began to wonder if he had been dreaming.
Who in this world could truly be immortal? Even those who had surpassed the Ancestral Dao Realm and reached the End of the Path had turned to dust over the long epochs, buried in the river of time.
His father, though powerful and revered as the Demon Ancestor, was also only at the Ancestral Dao Realm.
In his lifetime, he would likely never reach the End of the Path.
Yet, the owner of that voice could live in the hearts of all beings in all worlds, existing within the desires of everyone.
Didn't that mean he was truly immortal, transcending the concept of eternal life as they understood it?
In some small worlds, a Quasi-Immortal Emperor could be immortal. As long as someone remembered their name and invoked their true name, they could reappear from the timelines of the past and future.
This was because the river of time in those small worlds was shallow, and the rules and order were extremely fragile.
A world could be destroyed at any moment by external forces. The order and power allowed in such worlds were constructed based on the reflections of the most powerful civilizations.
In truth, outside of those small worlds, a so-called Quasi-Immortal Emperor could never possess such near-immortality or indestructible power.
In the Vast Expanse, even those at the Ancestral Dao Realm who had grasped the secrets of fate could not achieve such near-immortality. Life has its limits, and the Dao can be severed.
If the Vast Expanse allowed such unimaginable power to exist, its rules and order would have long since collapsed. How could it continue to exist?
The term Heavenly Decline fundamentally determined this.
And the reason Di Kun was so shocked was precisely because of this.
If he exists as long as there are living beings with desires, doesn't that mean even the Heavenly Decline cannot restrain him?
Since the birth of the Vast Expanse, has such an existence ever existed?
Di Kun was utterly horrified, feeling that this matter had surpassed anything he could comprehend.
After standing silently on the Bloody Plateau for a long time, he finally managed to calm his heart.
He didn't know why the owner of that voice had chosen him.
Nor had the voice told him what he would need to give in return.
If one day I become the Demon Emperor...
Then, Di Kun looked toward a distant place, his eyes filled with deep longing.
As the voice had said, his desire for the position of Demon Emperor was stronger than ever.
In the next moment, Di Kun pulled his cloak tightly around him and flashed away, quickly leaving the Bloody Plateau and heading toward the place the voice had told him about.
At the same time, in the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain.
This place did not belong to any single force. It could be said to be one of the few independent and chaotic regions in the Prime-Origin Civilization.
Of course, the territorial scope of each ancient domain varied.
Some smaller ancient domains encompassed several universes, spanning multiple time and space, while others were vast, governing numerous great universes and worlds.
Even a Immortal King-level cultivator would need hundreds or even more years to traverse from one end to the other.
The Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain, as its name suggested, was a vast expanse of wilderness, filled with ancient forests and endless mountain ranges, with only a few ancient cities scattered here and there.
It was said that this was once the site of a powerful sect in ancient times.
After countless epochs, it had long since turned into a land of ruins, with only broken remnants remaining.
But from time to time, one could still see ancient caves and secret realms hidden within the cracks of broken space.
For young cultivators from the major forces of the Prime-Origin Civilization, this was the best place for training.
Every day, countless cultivators and beings poured into this place, seeking opportunities and honing their skills.
Even Dao Realm existences would occasionally appear, searching for rare materials or spiritual treasures.
Purple Return City was the largest and most ancient city in the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain. It stood like an ancient star at the center of this vast, primitive continent.
All around, immortal mist swirled, and vast, boundless lakes sat amidst the rich spiritual energy. Multicolored water vapors rose, and atop the towering mountains, fierce beasts roamed.
Among the towering peaks, many divine rainbows and carriages came and went, along with numerous merchant caravans carrying goods from all over the Southern Wilderness Ancient Domain, making their way to Purple Return City.
At this moment, on a wide road leading to Purple Return City.
The sound of galloping horses echoed like rolling thunder, kicking up clouds of dust.
A long merchant caravan, laden with goods, was on the move.
At the front were dozens of riders mounted on ancient beasts with awakened bloodlines, their scales glinting and horns towering, tasked with protecting the caravan behind them.
Even the beasts pulling the goods had extraordinary bloodlines, their auras as powerful as thunder, awe-inspiring to behold.
Clearly, this caravan was no ordinary one. Although the goods were stored in treasure chests, the interiors were far larger than they appeared, with space comparable to that of warships.
I've heard that the Ten Thousand Treasures Secret Realm has appeared somewhere nearby. Young cultivators from all the major forces are rushing to Purple Return City, hoping to enter the secret realm.
I've already found out, young master. The other Heavenly Heart Ruyi you're looking for is very likely inside this Ten Thousand Treasures Secret Realm.
At the back of the caravan, a young man dressed in brocade robes, with a dogtail grass stalk in his mouth, leaned lazily against his horse.
His hands were clasped behind his head, and he crossed his legs, exuding an air of arrogance and carefree indifference.
Beside the young man in brocade, a servant dressed in coarse clothes whispered to him, his eyes darting around as he reported.