Chapter 912: A Thousand Years Later

The Gate of Creation stood between heaven and earth, its age unknown. Now the foundation of the Heavenly Court was rooted here.

"A dream of a thousand years." Yang Tian pursed his lips. It truly felt like a dream.

"What will it be like after a thousand years?" Qing Xiaoyue stared blankly. She was only twenty-two or twenty-three, but being inside for a thousand years was somewhat...

"In a thousand years, I reckon you'll become a great supernatural power, fellow Daoist." Zhang Ying smiled.

"Perhaps in the blink of an eye, these little ones will be the top experts of the world." The Flower Fairy wandered among the children, feeling even more convinced of her earlier decision; otherwise, how could such an opportunity have fallen to them?

"Will I be as strong as Master in a thousand years?" Xiao Jiao raised her little fist, giggling.

"Niece, when you grow stronger, Brother Yang Tian will also become stronger." Yue'er pinched Xiao Jiao's nose and called out.

"Let's go." Yang Tian walked toward the gate. Inside the Gate of Creation, the scene was magnificent, filled with the aura of creation. As he drew closer, he saw a Creation Divine Pool.

"Creation Divine Pool!" Yang Tian gasped. This pool was ten times larger than the one before, terrifyingly so.

His gaze swept across the area. It resembled a Daoist sanctuary, with rows of bookshelves standing upright. He discovered they contained the Three Thousand Secret Arts of the Dao Sect.

The space was vast. Not only was there the Creation Divine Pool, but also a Primordial Spirit Pond that could help one achieve the Primordial Spirit Dao Fruit.

Inside were mountains and water, the grand Dao manifesting in myriad forms, like an eternal sanctuary, so awe-inspiring it made one's heart tremble.

"Damn, I've struck it rich." Yang Tian examined the medicinal kings that grew like weeds, all rare and precious herbs.

"Who are you?" A child hopped out, looking very puzzled.

"Divine medicine!" Yang Tian's heart quivered. He looked over and saw nine children playing, eating medicinal kings as if they were radishes, crunching loudly.

A large rabbit hopped over, gnawing on a radish-like medicinal king, and said in a childish voice, "How did you get in? This is the first time I've seen anyone come in."

"Have something to eat." The rabbit handed over the half-gnawed medicinal king, causing Yang Tian's heart to ache.

"Rabbit, is the radish tasty?" Yang Tian looked utterly bewildered. This was too wasteful; the medicinal kings here were like weeds.

"Pfft, I'm eating a fruit, not a radish." The rabbit said in a childish voice, then suddenly leaped, making the whole world rumble, terrifyingly powerful.

"Big brother, have something to eat. My name is Xiao Si." A delicate, jade-like little girl ran over, holding a piece of divine jade with flowing jade essence, looking shy.

"Eat this, this is delicious." A boy ran over, eagerly offering something.

Yang Tian was completely numb. What was all this? They just came up and offered medicinal kings, and some even ate divine materials. How could he bear it?

Soon, a group of children ran over. Without a doubt, they all mingled together. The nine children were very peculiar. Eventually, Yang Tian vaguely discerned that they were innate spirits cultivated by this small world!

Innate spirits were born from innate treasures. These beings were naturally suited for cultivation, and becoming gods was a certainty.

None of them had yet begun cultivation, and the techniques here were not easy to understand. However, Yang Tian tested them. Take the big rabbit, for instance; even the Flower Fairy was not as strong as it.

The nine beings left Yang Tian astonished. Since there was a thousand years of time here, he began teaching them cultivation day and night, busily occupied.

Three years later, they were basically on track. Yang Tian went into seclusion in the Creation Divine Pool for ten years, perfecting many techniques and advancing his cultivation to the peak of the Wheel Sea.

Time passed leisurely. Thirty years went by. Jiang Nan's one hundred and nine disciples had grown up, each more formidable in cultivation than the last. The Three Thousand Secret Arts of the Dao Sect were no ordinary things.

Among his disciples, Dragon Girl and Xiao Yu had the strongest cultivation. As for the nine beings, they needed no mention; their cultivation was on par with his.

"Master, this One Hundred and Eight Zhou Tian Grand Formation is extremely powerful. We brothers can evolve it into an offensive formation." Shi Ziqing had already entered the Cave Heaven realm, bearing the demeanor of a divine king.

"Yes, this Zhou Tian formation corresponds to the stars and can evolve into supreme divine arts." Yang Tian nodded. This was an offensive formation from the Dao Sect, very rare.

"Big brother, look! I've molded the twelve little golden men." Xiao Si ran over, holding twelve little golden figures, all made from divine materials.

"Good, good." Yang Tian nodded with a smile. This was the Twelve Heavenly Gods Killing Formation; the twelve golden figures were all made from divine materials, capable of slaying even gods.

A hundred years later, Yang Tian comprehended the Three Thousand Secret Arts of the Dao Sect. His entire body resonated with three thousand divine demons chanting true scriptures, as if a universe was being created, terrifying beyond measure.

He had been comprehending the secret arts all along. A thousand years was too long.

Yang Tian had already become a god. In a hundred years, many disciples had reached the threshold of becoming gods, but they needed some time to cross it.

With a bang, four killing swords shot forth. Shi Ziqing, Xiao Yu, Dragon Girl, and Xiao Yue wielded four killing formations—the Immortal Slaying Four Swords—all made from divine materials, extremely terrifying.

Xiao Yu, graceful and beautiful, had begun the stage of transforming into a dragon, but still acted like a child, clinging to Yang Tian and laughing carefreely. In fact, they all remained at a childlike mentality.

Of course, it was worth mentioning that many disciples had married and had children. Yang Tian had almost become a patriarch. His disciples were each more formidable than the last, filling him with comfort.

Five hundred years later, wind and thunder raged across heaven and earth. The Flower Fairy emerged from seclusion, having re-cultivated. Upon exiting, she directly became a god, extremely terrifying.

Over the years, Yang Tian had perfected many techniques and began to create his own Dao. Their lineage was destined to rise.

Many of his disciples had become gods. With the Creation Divine Pool here, it was hard not to become a god.

"What is the patriarch doing? He's been in seclusion for three hundred years?"

"He went into seclusion five hundred years ago. The patriarch said he wants to deduce a great divine ability, to fuse the three thousand secret arts into one."

"Alas, he still needs two hundred years to come out. Two hundred years."

"Let's cultivate hard. The patriarch said we have many enemies and will have to fight across the world."

In the hazy void, the Enlightenment Divine Flower took root, radiating the heavenly sound of the Dao. Yang Tian had been in seclusion for three hundred years, his whole body erupting with a reincarnation aura, as if opening the cycle of rebirth.

"Why aren't you cultivating? What are you muttering about?" Xiao Yu walked out holding the Apricot Yellow Banner, her almond eyes wide, shouting.

Seeing Xiao Yu, the group fled with their heads in their hands, not daring to stay.

"I wonder if Master can succeed." Xiao Yu stared at the shadow in the void and sighed. She and Yun'er shared the same physique, and over the years, through persistent pestering, she had learned about what happened back then.

Yang Tian was creating a great divine ability to break open the Six Paths and bring Yun'er's soul out!