Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1559 - 416: The Little Water Drop Has Grown

When everything settled down and his mindset stabilized, one day, as he passed by, he saw the sacrificial text displayed at the entrance of Langya Bookstore again, and thought of the words Yuan Lord.He went to read the classics himself, but his progress had been very slow. He needed guidance, more resources, and remembered some things Langya Institute did when Wen Jun's sacrificial text appeared years ago.

He was considering whether to try and find something related to the Yuan Lord?

If he could find it, many of his troubles would be resolved effortlessly.

He shook his head amusingly; how long has Langya Bookstore been around?

Would he get the chance to browse here?

A few days ago, he overheard a scholar mentioning that the cataloging in Langya Bookstore was just completed, and the number of classics was nearly figured out; it was a tremendously vast number.

There was even a dean who had read every classic within Langya Bookstore.

The Great Tao Cultivator didn't waste time gambling on those ethereal things. He consistently studied solidly and diligently.

With a foundation in the Yang God Realm, he learned quickly, even starting to attend classes with some scholars.

Langya Institute did not prohibit such freeloading behavior; at most, it only reminded them to act within their means.

A few days later, the dean who recruited him informed him of an opportunity.

The South Sea Island now needed manpower, with several deans recruiting people. The minimum requirement was the Yang God Realm, and academic demands could be slightly lowered; if one reached the level of a scholar from Langya Institute after thirty years of study, it was sufficient.

The initial realm requirement was at least the Eighth Tier, but internally at Langya Institute, there weren't many reliable, willing Eighth Tier cultivators available.

There were plenty outside, but those deans dared not recruit Great Cultivators from other factions for the big island.

The requirements were now lowered to the Seventh Tier Yang God Realm; this Great Cultivator, with his Loose Cultivator background and no significant lineage, met the criteria.

The dean who brought him in subtly hinted, saying.

"Every dean's minimum requirements are here. See which ones you meet, then see if you have any intentions in that regard.

I suggest you go; I can vouch for you. This is a rare opportunity.

You are diligent and eager to learn, with the patience to study. Reaching the Yang God Realm is quite arduous.

Going further might prove difficult.

I can give you news: once on the big island, your cultivation resources should no longer be lacking.

The Hungry Ghost Trading Company... man, they are exceptionally generous."

This final sentence swayed the Great Tao Cultivator.

As a Loose Cultivator, he knew all too well how challenging it was for a refining god Loose Cultivator to obtain resources.

The Great Tao Cultivator, holding the list, asked earnestly.

"Please, Dean Cheng, which dean might be suitable for me..."

Dean Cheng paused, observing the Great Tao Cultivator with his poverty-stricken appearance, unable to produce even one valuable magical treasure, he pointed to a name.

"Dean Nong. He specializes in spirit plants, many spiritual medicines needed by refining god cultivators come from Dean Nong.

If you go with him, although it may be slightly dangerous, you'll certainly have access to the latest and best spiritual medicines.

It's best to prepare in advance..."

The Great Tao Cultivator bowed in gratitude, registered, and immediately began preparations.

He learned about Dean Nong's background, then went to Langya Bookstore to review classics related to his expertise—not requiring profound understanding, but at least knowing enough not to be completely clueless.

Especially various spirit plants must be remembered ahead of time to prevent unrecognized toxicity or poisonings, which could otherwise result in unjust deaths.

As the Great Tao Cultivator delved deeper into the classics.

The node he represented gradually became clearer.

Three months later, while reviewing some obscure agricultural geography-related classics in a deserted corner of Langya Bookstore.

He flipped open a stele rubbing; the text wasn't in contemporary characters but in those of the ancient early period.

Luckily, he had crammed the evolution of script and runes a few months prior, barely recognizing the characters.

And then, on a page of the rubbing filled with missing characters, he saw the words Yuan Lord.

At this moment, the node prototype fully formed, becoming a solid node.

Because it's an authentic record.

An Ancient God can erase much information through countless tiny changes.

However, as long as there's still someone remembering in this world, He absolutely cannot completely erase it as if it never existed; he can only hide it and let long years lead to forgetting.

This tactic works largely on the deceased.

Just like the name of Mountain Lord, no matter how clean it's erased, once he sets foot into the present world, his name will be intensely imprinted here, not needing additional records.

Once fallen, names disappear, and related things naturally fade; this is vital, not merely symbolic.

The Great Tao Cultivator found the name Yuan Lord, informing Dean Cheng of this; he then ceased further involvement because his review concluded, and he could head to the Southern Sea.

...

A month later, Yu Ziqing received news.

Langya Institute discovered information on an esteemed figure of the Jun generations, reportedly called Yuan Lord, with only a name.

Yu Ziqing pondered with confusion; just a name, and Langya Institute had begun making a fuss?

This approach seemed all too familiar.

However, the instant Yu Ziqing received this news and the words Yuan Lord entered his eyes.

Endless possibilities erupted explosively after that Great Tao Cultivator's node.

The Ancient God, busy with experimentation, noticed the anomaly too late.

Those infinite possibilities remained unknown; the node was sealed, unchangeable.

A tiny droplet in a small ripple finally exploded with a fearsome power.

...

In a nonexistent place in the void, amidst endless nothingness, an ancient elder sat suspended, before him lay a chessboard where he placed a piece, his eyes seemed to flow like torrents.

"That one is truly relentless, still attempting.

Rightfully so, that one simply cannot perceive what lies beyond the path.

Let's see when that one understands, much like he cannot catch me.

Nor can he capture the young one.

Hopefully, that one realizes later, allowing me a chance to break the balance..."