#679 - The posture of an old friend
“What opportunity?”
Jiang Qiong's eyes lit up as she asked curiously. She believed that Gu An wouldn't deceive her, so she was already looking forward to the future of the Juhua Sect.
Gu An said, “There are three thousand Great Daos. Besides absorbing Qi for cultivation, there are many other aids. I have an opportunity called the Primordial Dao Emperor. Achieving the Primordial Dao Emperor makes you invincible among those of the same realm. You will comprehend the Dao more easily than other cultivators. Of course, becoming a Primordial Dao Emperor isn't easy. I can only give you an opportunity; whether you succeed depends on your efforts and fortune.”
“Primordial Dao Emperor?”
Hearing this name, Jiang Qiong immediately became excited.
Just hearing the name made her feel it was very powerful.
Gu An then waved his sleeve, and a gust of breeze brushed against Jiang Qiong's face, instantly making her feel dazed, and her consciousness floated into the Great Dao.
The Primordial Dao Emperor is newly created. To become stronger, it not only needs time but also Dao seekers. The more people comprehend it, the stronger it becomes.
Luck inherently needs to be spread. Every living being has the creation of the Great Dao, which they themselves cannot feel. But when they move towards something, the creation will approach that goal, forming an invisible and intangible luck.
The more living beings pursue the Primordial Dao Emperor, the faster its luck grows.
This process will also help Gu An's Dao practice. Of course, he can also transmit his power to all cultivators through the Primordial Dao Emperor, complementing each other.
While Jiang Qiong was immersed in the creation of the Primordial Dao Emperor, Gu An began to drink.
He decided to conceal the fact that the Primordial Dao Emperor was created by him, even from his own disciples.
Jiang Qiong was just the beginning. Gu An would allow the people he cared about to step into the Primordial Dao Emperor path. Of course, if someone didn't want to become a Primordial Dao Emperor, he wouldn't force them.
But he felt that no one could refuse to become a Primordial Dao Emperor.
Just like the attraction of the Great Dao Emperor to the world, it is difficult for cultivators to refuse extra power that can enhance their strength.
In the following years, Gu An transmitted the luck of the Primordial Dao Emperor to his disciples and old friends, only saying that the Primordial Dao Emperor was a level of luck different from the Great Dao Emperor. As he had guessed, no one refused to become a Primordial Dao Emperor.
When facing Li Ya and Wu Jue, Gu An didn't appear in person but allowed them to obtain the opportunity to become Primordial Dao Emperors in a coincidental way. This made them extremely happy. They all thought they had encountered the greatest opportunity in the world because, through the luck of the Primordial Dao Emperor, they felt the vastness of the Great Dao and even felt that their souls had transcended the Great Thousand Worlds.
To truly become a Primordial Dao Emperor, one still needs to reach the stage of soul projection, which requires cultivators to resonate with the Great Dao. That is a very high level of achievement, and Gu An will not help them in this process.
If the Primordial Dao Emperor was chosen by his will, then it would be impossible for the Primordial Dao Emperor to surpass the Great Dao Emperor.
… …
On the Road to the Great Dao, in a void.
A man in red clothes and white hair was moving forward on his sword. He had a handsome face and a tall figure, like an immortal wandering in the void.
His name was Fang Xuan, and he was a Luotian Free Immortal.
Suddenly, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his chest, with a look of pain on his face.
He had finally reached the Luotian Free Immortal realm, and he also wanted to become a Great Dao Emperor, but before he even stepped onto the Emperor Road, he was about to die.
His heart was full of confusion, and he couldn't help but think of the battle between Zhanting and the Fudao Sword Venerable. He thought that his survival from the hands of the Fudao Sword Venerable was due to great luck.
Now it seems that he was really just lucky.
On the Road to the Great Dao, his talent was not outstanding enough. He was even defeated by a Great Dao Emperor contender from the Xuan Yuan Free Immortal Realm.
Looking back on his life, he had been a famous genius in Zhanting since he was a child, but he had never done anything to be proud of. He had always been failing. He used to be able to comfort himself that it was bad luck, but what about now?
Fang Xuan's eyes gradually dimmed, and the magic power in his body was scurrying around. Various painful memories that he didn't want to recall appeared before his eyes.
He flew towards a meteorite in front of him. After landing, he ignored the flying sword and staggered to a cliff wall. He leaned against the cliff wall and sat down, wanting to meditate and exercise.
“Puff—”
A mouthful of black blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing on the ground and turning into hot black smoke that dissipated.
What he vomited was not just blood, but also his Dao practice, which was a fragment of his Dao fruit.
His Dao fruit was breaking apart.
Fang Xuan was unable to exercise, and he leaned against the cliff wall, lowering his head.
At this moment, he looked so weak, but such a scene was not uncommon on the Road to the Great Dao. He himself had thought of those dead people he had seen before.
He had once warned himself to be careful and never follow in the footsteps of those people.
But unexpectedly…
It turned out that fate was already in front of him.
Fang Xuan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile.
Suddenly.
A light appeared in front of him, attracting his mind. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look, and he found a light at the end of the cliff in front of him.
For some reason, he had an urge to see the light clearly.
Anyway, he was going to die, and he couldn't be so useless before he died!
If he was going to die, he would die standing!
Fang Xuan took a deep breath and forced himself to stand up. He walked forward tremblingly.
The distance to the cliff edge was only dozens of feet, but it made him feel like he had walked a lifetime.
When he came to the cliff edge, his chin was already covered with black blood, and he looked extremely miserable.
When he came to the cliff edge, he finally saw the existence in the light. It was a silver crystal, like a fragment of some kind of creation, emitting light while rotating.
“This is…”
Fang Xuan murmured to himself. When he saw the silver crystal clearly, his mental state actually recovered a bit.
He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the silver crystal.
When his fingertips touched the silver crystal, a burst of strong light erupted, instantly submerging him.
… …
Taixuan Sect, Third Medicine Valley.
Under an old tree, Gu An, transformed into a middle-aged cultivator, was playing chess with the Nine-Fingered Divine Monarch.
Although he had been away from the Taixuan Sect for hundreds of thousands of years, because his sword intent on the Butian Platform had not dissipated, many people still came to pursue the Fudao Sword Venerable. Tianhong Emperor had also come here in the past.
The Taixuan Sect may not be a first-class sect in the world, but it is very famous.
Gu An's expression changed slightly, and he put down the chess piece in his hand, feeling a little surprised in his heart.
“I didn't expect this person to have such good fortune…”
Gu An felt that someone on the Road to the Great Dao had stepped into the Primordial Emperor Road of the Primordial Dao Emperor. This person had some karma with him, as he was a Zhanting cultivator he had let go of in the past.
The karma on the Road to the Great Dao is complicated, especially when it comes to the luck level of the Primordial Dao Emperor. Gu An can't figure out who will become the Primordial Dao Emperor in the future, so he was surprised by Fang Xuan's success.
It really is fate playing tricks on people. This can be considered turning enemies into friends.
The Nine-Fingered Divine Monarch sitting opposite Gu An looked at the chessboard, frowning tightly. He occasionally raised his eyes to look at Gu An, and then looked at the chessboard, thinking hard.
After a long time.
The Nine-Fingered Divine Monarch looked up at Gu An and said, “This fellow Daoist, you remind me of an old friend.”
Gu An asked with a smile, “Who?”
The Nine-Fingered Divine Monarch stood up, walked to the side, turned his back to Gu An, stroked his beard and said with emotion, “That is a person who has disappeared for nearly 400,000 years. His chess skills are second only to mine, and I see his chess style in you.”
Gu An glanced at the chessboard, secretly despising him.
Is he trying to take the opportunity to end the chess game?