Chapter 887: Chapter 367: New-Type Pseudo-human Observation Diary 1
The elder’s eyes were brimming with tears, nearly on the verge of collapse.
At this moment, he felt as though life was worse than death, watching with open eyes as another "himself" replaced him, smiling, cultivating, growing, guiding his world to ascend...
That was supposed to be his job!
That pseudo-human was replacing his connections and harming the new buds and younger generation of their world.
All he could do was hide in the shadows, in secret chambers, watching, gritting his teeth as the pseudo-human calamity wreaked havoc.
This is a feeling that ordinary people cannot understand.
Once every million years, he silently watched that "himself" take away the newly ascended descendants from his homeland, with increasingly solemn and numb expressions.
"Alas, alas." With a long sigh of despair, the escort flying boat had already departed into the distance.
Amidst the space turbulence, the elder opened his new pseudo-human observation diary, reflecting back on the beginning.
Year 1,080,000 of the Thousand Eyes Calendar.
I, Thousand Eyes Emperor, have ascended. I will transcend this lifetime. Future, wait for me. I will let the world witness my greatness and distinction.
The future can’t wait for me, I am so mediocre.
The Offering Realm is both beautiful and cruel.
They caught me to mine, seemingly every immortal without background is a miner.
The time flow in this Offering Realm is very special.
A day in Heaven, a hundred years underground.
I heard those supervising mining big figures say that only certain special worlds absorbing the origins of other worlds possess such power.
Specialty in time flow.
The cycle of becoming immortal every over a million years in homeland, how long does that convert to in the Immortal Realm’s one day equating to a hundred years?
No matter, I believe that under such flow, I can soon periodically return to the homeland and welcome my descendants.
We return together to mine and then gain resources to cultivate.
...
Year 1,990,000 of the Thousand Eyes Calendar.
A mining disaster erupted in the region I was in, those miners took the chance to rebel, and I was innocently implicated.
I was forced as a guilty party to join the Vanguard Camp for redemption, partook in the Battle of the White River, contending for territory on behalf of the big figures above, heard it’s another vein.
Ha Qi is dead, Zhang is also dead, leaving only me, cursed illness, despair, causing them to die painfully.
...
Year 2,310,000 of the Thousand Eyes Calendar.
I, Thousand Eyes Emperor, am still alive, having served in the suicide squad, becoming one of the remaining three survivors, reassigned back to mining.
Turns out mining is the happiest thing in the world.
I applied for leave, returned to the homeland world, welcomed Empress Qingkong, she is gentle and kind.
She opened an era of kindness and beauty, but it quickly perished.
Died of fairness, died of kindness, is my evaluation of her opened world.
Yet she and I had an intense discussion on the reproduction and development of civilization, she said dying of fairness is true, but precisely because of a fair era, her civilization exploded with possibilities, motivating everyone.
I find it difficult to refute her point.
Fairness, an era will explode, letting them overthrow us atop, competitive internal friction.
Unfairness, an era will be dormant, the lower-level cultivators unable to resist fate, seeing no hope for class ascension, civilization would stagnate.
The Offering Realm is an example.
Stiflingly dull, precisely due to immense unfairness, those above fear being overthrown, strictly limiting upward passage, making us miners.
That stiflingly dull atmosphere of unfairness, although it suppresses potential revolts, is also unpleasant.
"Perhaps we should find a middle ground between unfairness and fairness for a developmental era."
I comforted the disheartened her, telling her we still have a future, we can mine together.
...
Year 3,870,000 of the Thousand Eyes Calendar.
I bid farewell to Empress Qingkong, who had become skilled at mining, transformed into a bold miner with ancient-bronze skin, then returned to homeland.
I waited outside the world, then took away a newly ascended junior, Mad Shark Emperor, I dislike this junior.
Killing, restlessness, extremism, but we must stick together, I believe I will guide them.
The three of us mine together.
...
Year 3,890,000 of the Thousand Eyes Calendar.
I saw an immortal who ascended, directly whisked away without mining.
He had great potential, two calamities one tribulation.
Under envious gazes, he arrogantly walked away, head raised.
I recalled that once I too arrived proudly, head held high, filled with anticipation for the future, but he wasn’t taken to mine, why?
It was the first time I’d heard of the immortal’s level classification.
For beings like us who only transcend one calamity one tribulation to become immortal, potential is the lowest, therefore only fit for mining.
Allegedly, theoretically there’s three calamities seven tribulations, but reportedly throughout the Immortal Realm, no one can complete that legendary perfection tribulation to become immortal.
That tipsy mine boss told me: "None of us lack the potential for two calamities one tribulation? Knowledge is a barrier, leading us astray, geniuses turning into mediocrities."
"Before becoming immortal, we should experience more tribulations, lay a solid foundation, this is extremely important."
The three of us conferred, resolving to return to the homeland and subtly suggest civilization development, letting them cultivate body, soul, and another divine technique simultaneously.
Each additional tribulation experienced is a qualitative change.
Two calamities one tribulation already marks a genius in the Immortal Path, no need to mine.
We thought we had remarkable potential; transcending several disasters to become immortal was possible, unfortunately our era was simplistic, unaware of multi-system cultivation.
The wrong path taken can’t be repeated by the homeland, please let our civilization erupt with richer cultural foundation!
I firmly believe, the homeland will produce a powerful immortal, leading us miners to glory.
Year 3,910,000 of the Thousand Eyes Calendar.
We welcomed a vacation, Mad Shark Emperor wanted to travel to other worlds, the three of us agreed.
The White Cloud World seemed like a good world.
Their world’s offering is an undying cloud, quite peculiar.
Indeed...
Offering is the ladder of every world.
It’s allegedly the materialization of world laws, some say is the manifestation of a venerable god who founded the world.
Others say the offering... is the highest mysterious existence of the founding Immortal Realm, he created heaven and earth, transformed into thousands, giving each world hope.
We played for three years, very happy.
But always felt... something was watching me, I turned and saw a gentle and virtuous young girl.
But her smile was eerie, extremely uncomfortable.
As if some terrifying creature was simulating beneath a mask of flesh, causing instinctual disgust.
...
Year 3,920,000 of the Thousand Eyes Calendar.
We, during our travels, arrived at a nearby world named Nine-State, yet felt another ominous thing, the uneasy premonition grew more intense.
This world named Nine-State was eerie and horrific, sticky, nauseating, revulsive, filled with graves everywhere.
Their corpses would revive.
We discovered a unique creature in this world: pseudo-human.
Their smile was eerie, their forced imitation of human laughter made my heart pound like a drum.
Because this feeling reminded me of the neighboring White Cloud World, that girl’s eerie smile, identical.
Must be an illusion.
Pseudo-humans are the specialty of the Nine-State world, how could they be encountered in the neighboring White Cloud World? White Cloud World, how could it also have Nine-State’s unique pseudo-humans?
But it must be said.
This thing is too disgusting.
I can never imagine, my few fellow Daoists suddenly showing such insidious smiles at me would be terrifying.
Hahaha, the world is indeed very interesting.
However, I think since we have arrived at Nine-State, we should adapt to the local customs, recording the calendar according to this world’s era name.
Human Ancestor Era, Year 2913, Spring, heavy snow.
