This Human Immortal Is Too Serious-Chapter 351 - 349 ’Head Manager Showed a Satisfied Smile
This place, why does it look more and more terrifying the more I look at it?
When Wu Wang first peered into the Heaven Palace’s Divine Court, he had already taken notice of the Dao of Death, one of the core eleven Great Dao at the heart of the Heaven Palace.
Reproduction, Lifespan, and Death explain the three basic elements of living beings.
However, as death signifies the end of living beings and is feared by them, as well as being rejected by the Dao of Life, Reproduction and Lifespan became the two primary Dao governing all Daos related to living beings, with Death and the Dao of Life standing parallel.
In Wu Wang’s current understanding, life and death are balanced. Living beings are not only about ’life’; life and death are just two states of being for them.
So, there’s really nothing to dread about the God of Death.
Wu Wang muttered such thoughts to himself.
Ahead, the pitch-black Temple suspended over the volcano crater emanated wisps of faint light.
A few traces of hesitation appeared in Wu Wang’s eyes, and his heart beat a bit faster.
He was also a living being, with a natural aversion to this place. His Dao heart was slightly contracting, as if an invisible giant hand was pressing down on his throat, making his breathing somewhat labored.
The main gate of the grand hall was to the north.
Wu Wang didn’t know what the significance of this was. He extended his Immortal Consciousness as far as possible, enveloping his whole body with Divine Thought, his Primordial Spirit also on its highest alert.
It was just short of the small figure of the Primordial Spirit reaching out to grab the four small swords of prohibition floating around...
"God of Spring?"
The sudden transmission of the Head Manager’s voice entered Wu Wang’s ears.
Wu Wang immediately halted his advance and slightly turned his head to look at the Head Manager.
The latter stood in the distance, appearing out of thin air. He revealed a faint smile to Wu Wang and said leisurely, "Actually, I reserved other positions for you. If you don’t fancy such a task, I can take you to the next location right now."
A provocation tactic?
Wu Wang briefly pondered; the opportunity to interact with the Dao of Death was actually quite rare.
Thus, Wu Wang pretended to be provoked and immediately turned his head towards the gate of the hall.
The corners of the Head Manager’s mouth maintained a faint smile.
Once Wu Wang stood steadfast in front of that pitch-black, grand Temple resembling an ancient tomb, the Head Manager turned to leave.
Wu Wang thought of something and transmitted to the Head Manager, "No matter what, I certainly cannot let her look down on me."
Having said this, he strode away, taking a few steps and rushing into the pitch-black corridor connected to the gate.
In the distance, the Head Manager’s handsome face darkened visibly. With a flick of his sleeve, he turned and vanished from sight.
Within the Temple of Death, Wu Wang revealed a smile of successful planning. He calmly walked through the corridor, over thirty meters long, and began to survey the interior of the hall.
Unlike the solemn, dark, and eerie exterior, the interior decor of the hall was quite simple. There was only a stone sarcophagus lying horizontally in the center of the great hall.
While the exterior of the hall was square, the interior took the shape of a cylindrical chamber, like a huge birdcage or a neatly-shaped tomb.
On the continuous, arc-shaped walls, scenes of purgatory were depicted, as if endless living beings were roaring and wailing within, conveying the despair and pain of living beings at the time of death.
The floor of the grand hall seemed suspended in mid-air, with a boiling magma pool below.
Wu Wang inspected it carefully for a while before realizing that the floor was laid with an extremely pure layer of gleaming treasure ore; stepping on it felt very comfortable.
From within the stone sarcophagus came fluctuations of the Dao of Death.
Wu Wang stood at the entrance of the corridor and spoke aloud, "God of Spring from the Heaven Palace, here to nourish the divine body of the God of Death!"
Silence.
Wu Wang waited for a moment, but still received no reply.
He stared intently at that stone sarcophagus and called again, "Where is the God of Death? Please come out and cooperate!"
Still no response?
Really in deep slumber? Has all sense of alertness been lost?
"God of Death, if you do not respond, I will begin to cast spells here!"
Wu Wang cleared his throat and casually composed a spell incantation, sensing the power of the God position of the God of Spring concentrated in the palm of his hand.
He chanted, "Spring is so delightful, the withered wood blossoms. If it does not bloom, treat it as kindling for the fire."
A gentle push of the palm toward the stone sarcophagus sent the meager Divine Power, containing the mysteries of revived withered wood in spring, drifting toward the sarcophagus.
It was like a light breeze passing by, yet it failed to stir a speck of dust.
In an instant, Wu Wang felt a ripple in the Dao of Death. Inside that stone sarcophagus, there seemed to be a glint of Spirit Light; a sleeping consciousness was beginning to awaken.
Before entering this place, Wu Wang’s heart kept thudding. His instinctive fear of the Dao of Death as a creature of life made his Dao heart quiver from time to time.
But after arriving here, Wu Wang’s Dao heart actually calmed down.
It was because everything he perceived and saw here was explicable and within his understanding.
The being within the stone coffin was also a spirit of the Great Dao, a very pitiful one at that, constantly collapsing and reconstituting.
With each reconstitution, the previous consciousness was essentially dead. The new consciousness would have to grow in a daze for a while, only to head towards collapse once again.
Thus, since the ancient wars between gods, the God of Death, aside from being a hindrance, had not provided any substantial help to the Heaven Palace.
And it had also consumed quite a bit of the Divine Power of the Heaven Palace.
Wu Wang sat down with his legs crossed at the entrance, continuing to observe the changes in the stone coffin.
Soon, the Great Dao fluctuations within the stone coffin returned to tranquility.
The glimmer of consciousness sank back into silence.
Wu Wang sent the power of Feng Chun to it twice more. He could feel that the consciousness within the stone coffin had grown slightly stronger, but it was still a long way from fully awakening.
Should I really awaken this Innate God?
In some sense, this was a consciousness that had not been born for long and should be malleable.
Yet if the Heaven Palace were to make use of the Dao of Death, the Human Domain would undoubtedly face new pressures; this Dao was the bane of all creatures.
The Head Manager had been quite cunning in assigning him, the God of Spring, the task of nourishing the God of Death.
Let’s not mention other factors. Even if the God of Death only possessed the power of a regular Main God, its mere presence on the battlefield would be enough. It could utilize the nature of the Dao to cause the Dao hearts of Human Domain experts to waver.
But without communicating with this consciousness, he would never be able to loosen this brick...
Undermining was a process bound to be lengthy, one not to be achieved overnight, and Wu Wang had prepared himself for a long struggle within the Heaven Palace.
The sooner he made contact, the more opportunities he would have to find the cracks in the walls of the Heaven Palace.
Thus, he needed to weigh things carefully.
"God of Death, let’s stop here for today."
Wu Wang couldn’t make up his mind and said softly, "I will return in a few days to continue nourishing the God of Death’s divine body. Farewell."
Having said that, Wu Wang bowed to the stone coffin, retreated two steps, and transformed into a gentle breeze to leave the Temple.
The stone coffin seemed to tremble slightly.
Wu Wang paused. His Immortal Consciousness observed for a while, but he detected no Great Dao fluctuations, so he did not hesitate any longer and turned to leave directly.
His first encounter with the God of Death was not at all harrowing, not thrilling in the slightest.
「The Sun Star had completed two revolutions, and two cycles had passed in the Human Domain.」
In the Heaven Palace, within Wu Wang’s Temple.
The hanging basket that had just been moved from the Prison Palace was swaying back and forth. The Innate God curled up inside the basket was holding a piece of pale yellow dried fruit, with a hint of surprise in its eyes.
"Brother had you go to nourish the God of Death?"
"Mm," Wu Wang slumped on the couch, setting aside the scroll in his hand. "But it’s just his way of giving me a hard time. I wasn’t scared by the God of Death, though."
"That god is quite pitiful too, reshaping countless times, collapsing countless times."
The Young Master sighed softly. She opened her dainty mouth to take the dried fruit, letting the sweet and sour powder coating melt on her tongue, before gently biting through the fruit’s skin.
Wu Wang asked, "Is there anything said about the God of Death?"
"Sow fa... Mm!"
The Young Master realized that her speech had slipped. She quickly shut her mouth to bite off the dried fruit, carefully chewed and swallowed it, then said, "What do you mean by ’said’?"
Wu Wang replied, "I’m asking about its restraint on creatures, or any other taboos."
The Young Master hummed thoughtfully for a moment, pondering carefully before speaking slowly, "I can’t really say. According to the principle of opposition within the Great Dao, my brother and I should despise the Dao of Death, like the inherent opposition between the Water God and the Fire God. But strangely, whenever the God of Death is active, and when I meet the incumbent God of Death, I don’t feel anything despicable about them. Instead, I feel that it is intricately linked to my Dao."
"Reproduction, death."
Wu Wang and the Young Master pondered separately and discussed a few sentences, but they could not come up with a conclusive reason.
However, this did give Wu Wang a slight reminder.
Even if he didn’t use the God of Spring’s powers to nurture the God of Death, that god could still awaken. Throughout the long reign of the Heaven Palace, this god would occasionally make an appearance.
With that, it would be better to fully nourish him.
Wu Wang then asked, "The Divine Power I spend on nurturing the God of Death, can I go to the Heaven Palace to replenish it?"
"Don’t you have a Divine Pool in your Temple?"
The Young Master asked softly, and then, as if realizing it later, jumped out of the hanging basket and looked around.
"Strange, why is there no Pool of Divine Power in your Temple? Logically, the dwellings of the Main Gods should each have a Divine Pool to receive the Divine Power sent down by the Heaven Palace every year."
Wu Wang laughed, "It should be because the God position of the God of Spring is too low-level."
"If there is no Pool of Divine Power, you will need to go to my elder brother to claim Divine Power," the Young Master said with a slight frown. "Could it be that he is secretly tripping you up again?"
"I am a being from the Human Domain. It’s natural for them not to trust me, and I don’t expect them to."
Wu Wang smiled and said, "No worries. Since we are in the Heaven Palace, we should handle matters according to the rules of the Heaven Palace. I’ll go to the Head Manager later, and that will do. Besides, although the Head Manager and I have had our differences, he is after all the primary auxiliary god of the Heaven Palace, and he would hardly trip me up over such a trivial matter. You don’t need to worry about this; I can sort it out myself."
The Young Master advised, "If he makes things difficult for you, you can tell me."
"Our friendship is based on a pleasant temperament, a matching character, similar paths on the Great Dao, and shared interests," Wu Wang laughed. "Let’s not let our friendship be mixed with other matters."
The Young Master’s eyes carried a touch of emotion. She tidied her hair beside her ear and looked away, humming softly in acknowledgment.
Wu Wang picked up a scroll and read carefully about the star Formation, pondering the three hundred and sixty small flags in his heart.
She picked up the paper bag containing dried fruit, not looking inside, wondering what flavors she would grab next time.
Time flowed like water, and before they knew it, a new day had dawned outside the window.
The Young Master had fallen asleep at some point. The morning light sprinkled on her delicate eyelids, causing her eyelashes to tremble slightly as she opened her eyes again.
Wu Wang was no longer quietly sitting on the soft couch.
She followed a faint sound and saw Wu Wang practicing with his Longsword in the open space before the Temple.
The sword light, which was not enhanced by much Divine Power but looked all the more piercing, captivated the Young Master’s heart for a while...
Suddenly, a squad of Divine Guards flew in from outside the Temple. Wu Wang stopped his sword practice, and the Young Master also snapped out of her trance, floating towards the Temple gate.
She had just approached when those Divine Guards knelt on one knee on the cloud. A notable Divine Guard commander called out loudly, "Reporting to the God of Spring! Your godly statue has been erected in Emperor’s City. Please descend to inspect it!"
"A godly statue?"
Wu Wang laughed, "Is that something I need to personally inspect?"
The commander lifted his tiger-like head to glance at Wu Wang and immediately said, "It’s entirely up to you, sir. According to tradition, you should take a look. After all, it symbolizes your identity, and it is also the foundation for attracting your followers in the future."
"Emperor’s City, I am somewhat interested."
Wu Wang nodded slightly and said, "Then lead the way. I will go have a look around now."
"Yes, sir, please!"
The tiger-headed commander answered loudly, and the Divine Guards stood up and formed a line.
Wu Wang was about to greet the Young Master when she had already jumped to his side, hands behind her back.
"I’ll take a look too. Better not let the godly statue be tampered with."
"That works," Wu Wang didn’t refuse. He promptly sheathed his Longsword, conjured a cloud, and followed the group of Divine Guards along with the Young Master.
However, shortly after, in a secluded, derelict corner full of godly statues in Emperor’s City.
The Young Master’s face was slightly pale, her lips lightly bitten, and she muttered in a low voice, "I’ll go find him!"
"Hey," Wu Wang quickly raised his hand to stop her, smiling. "Don’t be angry, don’t be angry. This place isn’t so bad."
The Young Master sighed, "What’s good about here? You won’t be able to collect any Divine Power."
"True that."
Wu Wang surveyed the surroundings. The Divine Guards all stood far away in the air, afraid that this Human Emperor’s successor from the Human Domain might suddenly turn hostile.
This place was not far from Emperor Shun’s godly statue and could be considered part of Emperor’s City’s core circle. However, precisely because of this, it had become the area most devoid of Divine Power.
The statues of strong gods were generally far away from that of Emperor Shun to avoid their followers offending the Heavenly Emperor.
Therefore, the gods left here were all minor gods, and most of them were old gods with hardly any worshippers.
Traveling fifty kilometers toward Emperor Shun’s godly statue, one would see a bustling inner city. It was full of high buildings and numerous beings, with brightly armored Divine Guards patrolling everywhere. A thick Barrier also separated the two areas.
Going against the direction of Emperor Shun’s statue for fifty kilometers, one could see bustling areas of the city.
In this region, it was entirely the ’slum’ of Emperor’s City, with nearly all homes empty and few living beings.
The statue of Wu Wang as the God of Spring, an imposing one thousand one hundred sixty-five meters tall, was erected... on an empty plot of land.
Although the God of Spring’s position wasn’t high, Wu Wang had the support of the Fourth Auxiliary God. He was also protected by ’Emperor Shun’s appreciation.’ Therefore, the minor gods responsible for arranging the statues couldn’t possibly have placed Wu Wang in such a location.
It was also unlikely they would only erect a statue one thousand meters tall for Wu Wang.
This was clearly a deliberate slight.
The only one who dared to do this was the Head Manager, the number one Auxiliary God of Heaven Palace.
The Young Master was still somewhat indignant. "We should make this clear to him. You’re now a Divine Spirit of Heaven Palace, and you work for all living beings, how could he..."
Wu Wang said, "I heard that this statue was built by someone sent by the Earth God."
"That must be his people deliberately sabotaging!"
"Let them sabotage," Wu Wang chuckled. "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Who is that person down there?"
He lifted his chin towards the figure standing at the base of the statue.
The Young Master looked down, somewhat puzzled, while the leader of the Divine Guards hurriedly called out from a distance, "Great, great sir, according to the rules, every Heavenly God has a Divine General on the ground to manage followers and protect the statue. That is your Divine... Divine General..."
Wu Wang chuckled and said, "What are you so nervous about?"
The tiger-headed leader’s Adam’s apple trembled, and he lowered his head, not daring to reply.
Wu Wang slowly descended, looking at the towering figure with a slight twitch at the corner of his eyebrow.
This ’Divine General’ was indeed from the Human race outside the Human Domain.
「Meanwhile, within the Heaven Palace.」
The Head Manager sat on a golden throne, his eyes carrying a hint of comfort as he listened to the two minor gods continually report.
"You can rest assured, sir, the area we chose is the lousiest one."
"There are more than twenty minor gods surrounding his statue. With a secret hint later, does he think he will even see a shadow of his followers?"
"We also specially found him a fierce Divine General."
"Oh?"
The Head Manager frowned slightly, "What kind of Divine General?"
"That Divine General is quite formidable. His archery skills could hit a target from an immense distance without fail. It’s just a pity that in a previous divine battle, someone cut off his arm and left it cursed. Now, he can no longer draw a bowstring."
The Head Manager said indifferently, "You’ve gone a bit too far; after all, he is our Fourth Auxiliary God."
The two minor gods quickly bowed their heads to confess their wrongdoing.
"Be off with you."
"Yes, sir, rest well."
"Wait, what’s the name of that Divine General?"
"You probably have no recollection of him, sir; we barely remember ourselves, as the god he followed before had expelled him."
"He seems to be called, uh, what was it..."
「On the ground, at the base of Wu Wang’s statue,」
Wu Wang stood in front of the bowed, burly man. The man looked up at Wu Wang, his eyes somewhat dull, and slowly knelt down.
"I greet the great god. I... I will be your first Divine General from now on."
Wu Wang sighed inwardly. He could already see that the Divine General was covered in injuries, his life force beginning to wane.
But he still spoke softly, "There’s no need to call me great from now on; I’m not that great. Just call me God of Spring. What’s your name?"
Back in Heaven Palace, that minor god slapped his forehead, saying, "His name was, uh, what was it? I remember, his name meant ’Master of Archery.’"
"Enough, off you go," the Head Manager shook his head slightly, not really paying it much mind.
On the ground, the burly man with graying temples looked up slightly.
He looked at the hand extended towards him, felt the warmth in Wu Wang’s eyes, the rhythmic beat of blood from the same race. His thick lips quivered, and his eyes already reddened.
"My name is Yi! Da Yi! I am not worthy of being your first Divine General; my left arm is already useless! You better find someone else... someone who can fight for you! I am of no help to you now!"
"COUGH!"
Wu Wang’s breath caught in his throat, almost choking him.
