This Is My Planet - Chapter 112 - Chapter 112 – Past and Present
Entering the stone door, they encountered a shattered light membrane, similar to a boundary membrane formed after space was cut, and beyond it should be the underworld tens of thousands of miles below the sea.
It was the home of an ancient tribe, which was buried due to some unexpected events and also because of the vicissitudes of life. It was buried deep under the sea and impossible to excavate even with normal deep-sea diving.
Hence, it became an extremely difficult-to-develop ruin, with only certain boundary gates allowing entry.
After passing through the membrane, they soon saw a plain. In the center of the plain was a stone altar, nine layers high, incredibly solemn. There was a strong accumulation of spiritual energy surrounding the altar, forming a natural shield, which could protect this space submerged under the sea for thousands of years without destruction.
As for the so-called “lustful illusion” … it was the fundamental element scattered throughout this space, pervading the air.
And it was mixed with some resentment, invading living beings.
Xia Guixuan’s expression became somewhat strange. “This is… an altar for the ancient tribes to worship and propagate, to pray for blessings and prosperity of life. After the worship, there should be a group intimacy kind of gathering. So love and reproduction are the most concentrated elements here, becoming the foundation of this place, enduring for many years and almost becoming spiritual.”
Yan Wuyue: “…Do the divine descendants worship the god of reproduction?”
Xia Guixuan: “The Divine Creator… This is a typical manifestation of the Divine Creator in their hearts. In fact, all ancient tribes are like this, including humans.”
Yan Wuyue glanced at Xia Guixuan sideways. Of course, she had also guessed whether Xia Guixuan was the Divine Creator of the divine descendants. If so, this kind of worship seemed a bit embarrassing.
As a result, Xia Guixuan looked calm, and there was even a smile and nostalgia in his eyes.
Yan Wuyue curled his lips, what a pervert, how could he reminisce about such things… and he usually acts like a gentleman.
In fact, she was feeling a bit hot now too. With such strong aphrodisiac elements, even a Level 5 battle suit couldn’t block it, and she was also wearing a Level 5 battle suit, so of course, it couldn’t block it… But she was better than General Zhang, at least her own strength was sufficient, she could resist a bit.
At the same time, she also believed that Xia Guixuan could handle such things.
But what exactly was he reminiscing about…
Xia Guixuan slowly walked forward, approaching the central area of the altar where the elements were the most concentrated, gently stroking the stone steps.
It seemed as if there were ancient melodies echoing, vast and distant, resonating through heaven and earth.
“Autumn orchids and wild marten grass, growing under the hall. Green leaves and white flowers, fragrant and beautiful…”
Autumn orchids symbolized the blessing of children; wild marten grass, a remedy for infertility.
Growing together, a full house of children and grandchildren.
The ancient priests held instruments and sang, using the most beautiful words to form the most valued prayers. Survival and reproduction, the essence of life.
Not shabby, not embarrassing.
Back then, Tai Kang had also served as a host… or lead singer.
Xia Guixuan seemed to see his former self, wielding the Sovereign Sword, dancing and singing on the altar.
If we talk about singing? Actually, he sang better than the other brothers.
If being a king meant anything, it was about taking the worship seriously, singing the best, the most earnest, the most devout.
At that time, he was extremely respectful towards the gods… Believing that there were gods in the world, believing in the possibility of enlightenment… Hoping that the gods would bless his tribe to prosper and flourish…. This was sincere and genuine.
He also believed particularly that the god of marriage and reproduction must be the most beautiful goddess… If only he could brew the most beautiful wine to offer to the gods… to delight the spirits.
The sincerity of the human emperor lay in the ritual objects, the gratitude to the heavens, and the communication with the gods.
There were beautiful eyes gazing from the void, watching this playful and indulgent king’s rarest moment of sincerity.
He was quite handsome.
As early as that time, they had already formed a bond.
Fleeing from battlefields, living from day to day without a guarantee of survival…All of his followers have left, the palace is deserted…He is seriously ill and about to die.
A beautiful woman came gently, “Oh? The young emperor? Bullied so badly, and you’ve only been on the throne for a little over a year…”
“I pay my respects to the Immortal Gods, yet the gods do not bless me.”
“Because you only revere the Immortal Gods, but not the mortals.”
“…Then what use are the gods? They only enjoy offerings, but do they not need to respond? I don’t even have an heir!”
“They do respond, your descendants from the Si family are still here…”
“…”
“Alright, alright, don’t say that the gods are bullying you too. Seeing that you sang praises to me most earnestly and tenderly, I’ll spare your life as a response.”
“Wait… who are you?”
“Guess?”
“Y-You’re… Siming?”
“Shh… let’s say you’re my little brother when the time comes, don’t give yourself away, or else the Eastern Emperor will scold you… In the future, you can cultivate on your own, why do you need others to bless you? Learn from your grandfather, don’t embarrass yourself…”
The Sovereign platform eventually disappeared into the dust of history, much like the divine descendants’ altar before them.
In a cataclysmic upheaval of the crust, tribes were overturned and buried beneath the deep sea.
There was never any response from the Divine Creator, all prayers were just empty talk.
Xia Guixuan’s eyes were somewhat distant, although this shouldn’t be considered his responsibility, he still felt a bit lamentable. The ancient first-generation divine descendants, their devotion to the Divine Creator, was just like his own back then.
“In the end, you have to rely on yourself,” Xia Guixuan murmured softly. “In this regard, the humans of today are doing better than you. They don’t need gods. Even Shang Zhaoye and Hun Yuan are doing better than you. They’re trying to tear through the heavens.”
“It’s not…” came the trembling voice of Yan Wuyue from behind, “I can’t hold on much longer, can you reminisce later?”
Xia Guixuan turned around, only to see Yan Wuyue blushing all over, trembling.
“Hold on a little longer.”
“Huh?”
“This is the breath of reproduction, originally harmless, but the tribe’s overturning left some resentment, so it has a harmful intent. Don’t resist the intrusion, comprehend the reproduction of life, and it will be beneficial for a mixed-blood like you who lacks kinship. Especially in this place where spiritual energy is extremely abundant, if you comprehend it here, you may further develop your innate talent and truly break past the Qian Yuan level. Otherwise, why did you come in here…”
“This… aphrodisiac, is also cultivation?” Yan Wuyue wanted to ask, are you trying to seduce me into bed?
Xia Guixuan replied seriously, “Yes. And it’s not about resistance, but about comprehension.”
Yan Wuyue couldn’t help but ask, “If this is cultivation… does it involve dual cultivation?”
Xia Guixuan was stunned for a moment before admitting, “Yes, as long as it’s orthodox, not the corrupt way of draining.”
Yan Wuyue asked, “Have you ever tried it?”
“…No.”
“If dual cultivation is involved, why don’t you give it a try?” Yan Wuyue knew she couldn’t resist the intrusion, she half-preserved her reason and half-indulgently smiled, “Are you trying to seduce me into trying it with you?”
Xia Guixuan stepped back, “I didn’t mean that…”
“If you didn’t mean it, can’t I?” Yan Wuyue stepped forward in large strides, grabbing him, “Do you know that you’re very annoying like this, just like those playboy scoundrels from hundreds of years ago, not taking the initiative or rejecting, teasing others and thinking you’re clever!”
“Huh?” Xia Guixuan was puzzled, “Ling Moxue said something similar to me, but when did I ever do such a thing to you? We haven’t even had a deep conversation!”
Yan Wuyue’s soul surged, feeling restless, and shouted, “Then why did you tell Hun Yuan that I’m your woman?”
“…That’s a misunderstanding.”
“I don’t care!” Yan Wuyue shouted loudly, “Since even aphrodisiacs don’t need resistance but comprehension for cultivation, what are you pretending for?”
Xia Guixuan’s pupils contracted slightly.
Yan Wuyue’s unintentional words of frustration unexpectedly touched upon a crucial point in his cultivation.
Reproduction is the essence of life.
How earnest were the prayers back then, how passionate the hopes.
Love is about comprehension in cultivation, not resistance…
He said so himself.
But what about his own actions?
Hun Yuan said that the deepest hidden desire of the Heavenly Dao is even heavier than killing.
Even the Divine Creator couldn’t erase it, so how could they?
And their Heavenly Dao… is himself.
Yan Wuyue hugged him tightly, her gaze showing signs of being lost.
She probably never understood from the beginning to the end. She couldn’t resist, nor could she comprehend. Originally, Xia Guixuan wanted her to comprehend the essence of life, not dual cultivation…
But she was right about one thing, dual cultivation is beneficial, although technically it’s two separate matters.
Dual cultivation is beneficial, why do you resist it?
Xia Guixuan’s eyes were deep, and he finally pointed at Yan Wuyue’s forehead, “At the very least… you need to be clear-headed.”