Chapter 307: Chapter 306: With enough luck, even a stray dog can become immortal.
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[Task Released: The Merpeople tribe, in order to thank you for helping them win the competition, gifted you a jar of real Dragon Blood. You soaked in a bath of the Dragon Blood medicine, getting a substantial boost to your physical strength and your arm gaining a “Dragon Transformation”. After leaving the South Sea, you arrived at the Martial Emperor Dynasty, just as the Mystical Realm of Void was opening. People think less of you due to your lack of fame, assuming that you won’t be able to acquire rewards within the Mystical Realm of Void, and that your entry is just to make up the numbers.]
[Please acquire the final reward in the Mystical Realm of Void.]
[This task can be abandoned.]
[Task Reward: Cultivation Technique “One Risk Worth a Thousand Gold”, Opening “Borrowed Power Point” function, and a Fetal Fruit.]
Normally, Jiang Li wouldn’t undertake optional tasks like this, but the Mystical Realm of Void was an exception.
The owner of the Mystical Realm of Void, known as the Void Master, is a veteran cultivator of the Body Integration Realm, who is still active in Jiuzhou.
The Void Master believed that he had discerned the truth of the world, asserting that effort is pointless, talent is useless, and that all merit in cultivation depends on luck. So long as luck is by your side, even a stray dog can become a celestial being.
In the history of Jiuzhou, indeed there has been such case, or more precisely, anecdote.
Forty thousand years ago, an incredibly lucky stray dog that hadn’t manifested any spiritual intelligence and hadn’t even reached the first layer of Qi Cultivation, was bestowed with a Spiritual Artifact, magical treasures fed to it. It ascended to divinity under a series of fortuitous conditions.
The Monster clan values bloodline, the stronger your bloodline, the brighter your future. This mutt, even after tracing back five hundred generations was still nothing more than a common dog. This kind of beast becoming a celestial being, totally overturned the Monster clan’s understanding of the world.
Some members of the Monster clan doubted these anecdotal stories, dismissing the ascension of the stray dog as fabrication.
However, the Ageless Sage publicly confirmed that forty thousand years ago, indeed, a stray dog did ascend to be a celestial being, matching the legend without distinction.
It is precisely because of this that the Void Master regarded luck superior to effort.
The Mystical Realm of Void doesn’t compare cultivation levels, nor does it compare fighting skills, nor wisdom even, but only purity of luck.
Whoever has good luck prevails and receives the rewards. These lucky people are recognized by the Void Master as exceptional individuals with great fortune, building good karma with them, awaiting their resulting good deeds.
Five hundred years ago, Jiang Li miserably failed in the Mystical Realm of Void and received a consolation prize – a towel, leaving him no chance to build good karma with the Void Master.
Jiang Li felt that his luck has been improving over the past five hundred years. The strongest evidence of this is that he had even encountered the Black and White Impermanence.
Lucky enough to see ghosts.
He set out to “void” his past humiliation, intending to use the Mystical Realm of Void to prove his luck.
Bai Hongtu, on the contrary, had never been to the Mystical Realm of Void—after all, he came from the Dao Sect. Unlike Jiang Li, a Loose Cultivator, Bai wasn’t short on resources; there was no need for him to enter every mystical realm.
“Is there anything to be aware of before entering the Mystical Realm of Void?” Bai Hongtu had only heard that it tests your luck and knew nothing more about it.
He hadn’t had much communication with the Void Master either.
After some thought, Jiang Li asked, “How is your luck?”
“It’s okay, except my bad luck encountering you during the competition for the Human Emperor’s position. Everything else I’ve wished for has been accomplished.”
“Then you should perform well in the Mystical Realm of Void.”
In Wuguo, near the Mystical Realm of Void.
As the Mystical Realm of Void was opening, a sea of people gathered outside the mystical realm, from the elderly to the young.
The Mystical Realm of Void does not restrict cultivation level but restricts age; anyone under a hundred years old can enter.
“Thank goodness, I’m not a hundred years old yet.” Bai Hongtu heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the entry condition.
Continuing on, Jiang Li said, “Indeed, as said by our ancestors, during ancient times, there was a Great Chuan tree that took eight thousand years as spring and eight thousand years as autumn. According to this calculation, we would be nothing more than a month-old baby.”
“…Calling us a month old might be an exaggeration.” Even with Bai Hongtu’s composure, he felt uneasy about calling himself a month-old baby. “In the southern region of Chu, there were spirits that took five hundred years as spring and five hundred years as autumn. By that count, we should be four-month-old babies.”
“What are they doing?” Bai Hong looked curiously at the crowd of people gathered at the entrance of the realm. They were holding tributes and reciting some sort of chant.
“Seems like some kind of worship ceremony. Perhaps they’re worshiping Buddha.” Jiang Li was quite familiar with this kind of situation. It was common for cultivators near the Buddhist temples to bow and scrape, hoping for good luck.
“May Jiang the Emperor bless me so that I can receive abundant rewards in the Mystical Realm of Void.”
“Heavens above, Human Emperor above, if I can make it to the end in the Mystical Realm of Void, I will definitely make a return pilgrimage to the Imperial Palace!”
Jiang the Emperor, General Liu, Sect Master Li Er, Sect Master Bai, the Sword Lord, Empress Yu Yin …May all the transcendent beings of the past bless me to stand out in this journey, to receive the attention of the Void Master.”
“May the Ageless Sage bless me so I can be as lucky as a celestial being!”
A row of statues, gender indistinguishable, stood in the background. Beneath each statue was a name familiar to Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu. A crowd of people was chanting, sincerely taking Spirit Stones from their pockets, placing them before the statues.
Jiang Li looked at Bai Hongtu: “It seems like a lot of people are worshiping you.”
“More are worshiping you.” Bai Hongtu saw a group of people worshiping, and felt eager to join. “Does worshiping you work? Should I also give it a try?”
Jiang Li asked curiously, “What is your wish?”
“Defeat you and become the Human Emperor.”
“… I don’t know about worshiping others, but if you worship me, you definitely won’t be able to fulfill that wish.”
“Would you two like to choose a great power to worship?” A young man, seeing Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, approached as if seeing potential customers.
“Would you want Spirit Stones?”
“That would depend on your generosity.” The young man laughed slyly.
Jiang Li tapped the youth: “Dare to try to con me? Your guts have grown over the years, haven’t they, Qin Luan?”
“Mr. Jiang?” The youth’s smile froze. It was indeed Qin Luan. Even though Jiang Li had changed his appearance, he could still guess Jiang Li’s identity from his familiar tone.
Seeing the true master, Yuan Wuxing hurriedly came forward to explain, hoping that Jiang Li would forgive him: “Please, sir, understand our situation. We spent all our Spirit Stones at the auction a few days ago and are now penniless. This junior came up with a low-down trick to make a profit. We’ve placed these statues in front of the Mystical Realm of Void because we knew it would attract numerous cultivators entering the realm to offer their prayers, from which we could profit.”
“Wuxing, no need to be so nervous, I’m not the type to get upset about such things. Besides, these people aren’t worshiping me, are they?”
“What do you mean?” Qin Luan didn’t understand Jiang Li’s meaning. People are praying towards your statue, chanting your name, doesn’t that count as worshiping you?
“Look carefully at the name written under the statue.”
Qin Luan finally understood after Jiang Li’s prompt.
Below the statue, instead of Jiang Li’s, was the name Wang Li.
Qin Luan looked at Yuan Wuxing, as his master was the one said to have crafted the statues, so the name on them would definitely be his handiwork.
Yuan Wuxing replied sheepishly, “I felt it inappropriate to use your name without your consent, so I made a slight modification. I never expected there would still be so many people worshiping it. It must be that people are too eager and have not read the name clearly.”
Jiang Li was unsurprised by this.
“What they seek from worship is peace of mind. Who they worship doesn’t actually matter.”