My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God Chapter 214 – Chapter 214: Resurrected Martial Emperor, Dao Ancestor's True Identity

Chapter 214: Resurrected Martial Emperor, Dao Ancestor's True Identity

Translator: Henyee Translations      Editor: Henyee Translations

When she heard that the little swallow demon would not turn into a True Dragon, Bai Qi breathed a sigh of relief. In her opinion, no living being was nobler and stronger than a True Dragon.

Ji Wujun was curious about how Jiang Changsheng could improve the aptitude of ordinary demon beasts, but she knew that she should not ask.

With the demon calamity, the Dao Ancestor still dared to help so many demon beasts. What was he planning?

Jiang Jian asked curiously, “When are you going to let me see White Dragon?”

Jiang Changsheng closed his eyes and said, “It's far away now. If there's a chance in the future, I'll bring it back.”

He could not reveal the matter of the Dao World for the time being.

Ping'an chuckled and said, “I also want to become… become a Golden-winged

Great Roc…”

The Great Roc was also a mythical beast in myths and fed on dragons and phoenixes. The reason why Ping'an remembered it was because Jiang Ziyu was molded into the reincarnation of a Golden-winged Great Roc.

Other than Jiang Changsheng, he remembered Jiang Ziyu the most. Even though Jiang Ziyu had passed away for more than seventy years, he still often talked about him.

Everyone started to discuss those mythical beasts in the legends. Since the

Xuan Bird had appeared, perhaps other mythical beasts would also appear.

Even though Jiang Changsheng did not participate, he was also looking forward to strengthening the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

In a mansion in the capital.

Daoist He Yuan and Daoist He Hong were drinking tea. Daoist He Hong said helplessly, “Senior Brother, we have waited for 32 years. Should we continue?

Master has already passed away.”

Speaking of this, Daoist He Hong's tone was very depressed.

They were the two Daoists from Little Penglai Island who wanted to invite Jiang Changsheng to Little Penglai Island to unlock an ancient secret for them. After Jiang Changsheng rejected them, they had been staying in the capital. They waited for 32 years.

Even if they were not ordinary men and could rely on martial arts to increase their lifespan, they could not afford to wait this long.

Daoist He Yuan said, “Then do you have a good plan to persuade the Dao

Ancestor? We can't go back like this.”

Daoist He Hong immediately fell silent.

The courtyard fell into silence.

Daoist He Yuan sipped his tea as he looked at the old tree on one side. As he looked at the yellow leaves falling from the tree, his eyes were extremely calm.

Daoist He Hong gritted his teeth and said, “I'll make another trip to Longqi Temple!”

With that said, he stood up and left quickly.

Daoist He Yuan did not stop him. After he left the mansion, Daoist He Yuan muttered to himself, “Master, I seem to understand what you mean. Demons have invaded and the Xuan Bird has appeared. The world is about to change. The so-called ancient secret is to guide us to the Dao Ancestor…”

An hour later.

Led by Yang Zhou, Daoist He Hong carefully walked into Jiang Changsheng's courtyard.

Bai Qi sized him up and asked, “Have you been here before?”

Ye Xun teased, “Isn't this the expert from Little Penglai Island? Why are you here again? How is Little Penglai Island now?”

Daoist He Hong said awkwardly, “To tell you the truth, I have been waiting in the capital for 32 years.”

He took a few steps forward and bowed to Jiang Changsheng.

Jiang Changsheng opened his eyes and said, “Why are you so persistent?”

The reason why he was willing to meet Daoist He Hong was because he had waited for so many years with his senior brother. At this point, he did not know how to evaluate his perseverance.

He had just checked the strength of Little Penglai Island and discovered that there was no such force.

What did that mean?

This meant that Little Penglai Island was gone, leaving only Daoist He Hong and Daoist He Yuan.

Over the years, Jiang Changsheng would occasionally spy on them and confirm that they meant no harm. In fact, they only wanted to invite Jiang Changsheng to Little Penglai Island.

“Dao Ancestor, why can't you accompany me? To be honest, there is an ancient secret on Little Penglai Island that we have been guarding for generations. The Island Master also said that this ancient secret is related to the rise and fall of mankind.”

Daoist He Hong said worriedly. He had made up his mind that if Jiang Changsheng still refused, he would leave Great Jing and let go of this long-cherished wish.

Ye Xun teased, “Oh? Could it be that the Little Penglai Island hides the inheritance of a Martial Emperor?”

Daoist He Hong looked at the humans and demons in the courtyard and gritted his teeth. “I am not sure. There is an underground palace hidden underground on Little Penglai Island, but it is suppressed by powerful sealing techniques and cannot be opened. The Island Master has heard from previous sages that the duty of Little Penglai Island is to guard this underground palace and wait for the fated person to open it. However, after waiting for so many years, Little Penglai Island has invited many powerful martial artists and all of them have failed. It was then I heard that the Dao Ancestor is the reincarnation of an immortal, and I realize you are our last hope.”

Jiang Changsheng's expression did not change. He also began to hesitate if he should take a look.

He asked in his heart.

“How dangerous is the underground palace he mentioned?”

[For the time being, the system is unable to calculate. It is not within the detection range of the system.]

Jiang Changsheng was surprised. Little Penglai Island was not far away, so how could it not be within the detection range?

Wait a minute, could it be that the underground palace was the same as the Sacred Dynasty and could isolate the current detection of the system?

That was very dangerous!

He could not go!

Just as Jiang Changsheng was secretly apprehensive, Ji Wujun suddenly asked,

“Are there profound patterns on the door of that underground palace?”

Daoist He Hong looked at her in surprise and asked, “May I ask who this female patron is?”

Ji Wujun said expressionlessly, “It doesn't matter who I am, describe the pattern of that door to me.”

Since it had come to this point, he naturally would not conceal anything. He said, “They are all human figures. And on that door showed figures of humans offering sacrifices to a larger being. However, if you stand further away and look, those human figures look like words.”

Ji Wujun's expression slightly changed.

She frowned and asked, “After so many years, no one from the Sacred Dynasty has come to your Little Penglai Island?”

Daoist He Hong glanced at the Dao Ancestor and said, “The Island Master said that this ancient secret can only be revealed to outsiders when the demon calamity strikes.”

Ji Wujun's elegant brows relaxed. She looked at Jiang Changsheng and said, “Dao Ancestor, I think I know what that larger being represented. It should be  an ancient Martial Emperor of the human race. The history of this world can actually be divided into two periods. One where ancient martial arts ruled, and the other is today. It is said that something unknown had happened between those two periods, causing the martial arts of the human race to decline and stagnate for a long time. However, one thing is obvious. Ancient martial arts are stronger than the martial arts of today. Therefore, many sects and dynasties of the human race will go to war for inheritances of ancient martial arts.”

“In ancient times, many Martial Emperors were born. The martial arts techniques that those ancient Martial Emperors mastered were beyond the imagination of today's martial artists. Their deeds were recorded by various human tribes and passed down from generation to generation, forming myths and legends. The most terrifying thing about the Martial Emperors from ancient times was that they could be resurrected. The Sacred Dynasty once discovered an ancient Martial Emperor's tomb and chaos almost befall on the world. Even though he was besieged by many War Gods of the Sacred Dynasty, that ancient Martial Emperor still got away and disappeared without a trace. This incident left the Sacred Dynasty with lingering fear and the imperial family mentioned it many times. They warned that if someone were to see the tomb of an ancient Martial Emperor again, they must not open it.”

When Daoist He Hong heard that it should not open it, he panicked and said, “If what you said is true, that the Sacred Dynasty can't do anything to the ancient Martial Emperor, now that the human race is in chaos, shouldn't we open the tomb and welcome the resurrection of the ancient Martial Emperor to save the human race?”

Ji Wujun snorted and said, “It is not that simple. After an ancient Martial Emperor is resurrected, he will no longer have any memories of his past and his temperament will be hard to guess. They might not even think of themselves as humans. That kind of ancient martial artist had killed two experts in the Nine Grotto-heaven realm!”

Nine Grotto-heaven realm?

Daoist He Hong's eyelids twitched wildly. With his realm, he had never come into contact with the term Nine Grotto-heaven, but he knew how terrifying it was just by hearing it.

Ji Wujun said, “I don't know the origin of Little Penglai Island. Whether your ancestors meant well or not, I advise you to give up. Even the demons won't open it, let alone us.”

The others looked at each other.

Ye Xun had mastered an ancient martial arts technique, so he was very interested in the tomb of an ancient Martial Emperor, but he did not dare to say it out loud.

Jiang Changsheng's attention was diverted.

“I want to know how powerful the ancient Martial Emperor Ji Wujun mentioned is?”

[For the time being, the system is unable to calculate. It is not within the detection range of the system.]

For the time being!

This meant that the ancient Martial Emperor was still alive!

Jiang Changsheng had no choice but to reevaluate ancient martial arts techniques. It was incomprehensible that a person could be resurrected after death. Furthermore, a new consciousness could be nurtured in the body.

No wonder this martial arts world could suppress the birth of the Immortal Dao. It turned out that it was once so powerful.

However, after careful calculation, even ancient martial artists would have to die one day. Even though they could be resurrected, they should be considered as someone completely different, as they were not the same person before they were dead.

In the end, martial arts could not allow one to live forever, nor did they touch the path of the soul. It could not allow people to really reincarnate or possess someone.

Daoist He Hong's expression changed. He did not expect that the ancient secret would be so dangerous.

“Dao Ancestor, I will discuss it with my senior brother first.”

Daoist He Hong cupped his hands and bowed before he turned around and left.

Ye Xun looked at Ji Wujun and asked curiously, “Is the ancient Martial Emperor you mentioned still alive?”

Ji Wujun sighed and said, “I'm not sure. That incident happened five hundred years ago. The Sacred Dynasty had been worried about his existence, but they were afraid of causing panic among public. Therefore, they did not inform the Sovereign Dynasties and Martial Emperor Island.”

She looked at Jiang Changsheng and said, “With your strength, you can definitely open that tomb, but it is better to not go. From that Daoist priest's description, I can already guess what is hidden inside. However, I can't say for sure just now. The ancient Martial Emperor inside must be stronger than the ancient Martial Emperor discovered by the Sacred Dynasty. He should be from the ancient Giant Tribe.” Giant?

Everyone was stunned.

Ji Wujun continued, “In ancient times, there were many human races. Everything could be different, be it their skin color, their physique, or their appearance. Among them, the Giant Tribe relied on their terrifying physique and was once regarded as gods by the entire human race. The strength of an ancient Martial Emperor born in the Giant Tribe was unimaginable.”

Jiang Changsheng asked, “How tall is a giant from the Giant Tribe?”

Ji Wujun said, “According to the ancient records of the Sacred Dynasty, they can grow as tall as 5,000 feet.”

Everyone was moved. 5,000 feet was as tall as a mountain!

Jiang Changsheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it could not compare to his Heavenly Elephant Dharma.

Ji Wujun said, “Other than their physique that is similar to an ancient beast, their martial arts talent is not inferior to other races. Imagine, the Dao Ancestor is 5,000 feet tall, and his agility and reaction speed are not affected at all. How terrifying would that be?”

Ye Xun's expression became strange. He had seen Jiang Changsheng cast the

Heavenly Elephant Dharma before.

Wait a minute!

Could it be that the Dao Ancestor was a descendant of ancient giants?

Then all his doubts would be resolved!

So this was the true identity of the Dao Ancestor!

Ancient giants were revered as gods in ancient times, and their descendants could naturally become immortals in today's world!

Chapter end