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Chapter 44: The Arrogance of Disciples of the Sages – Da Luo Is Nothing Special

“Congratulations, Sacred Master, on ascending to the realm of the Dao Lord and becoming a great being of divine power,” said Youchao, one of the three progenitors of humanity, as he stepped forward with evident joy.

Xia Tian nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the leaders and people of the Human Clan. His ambitions were clear—he intended to unify the Human Clan and establish an unparalleled imperial dynasty.

The name of this empire was already decided: Zhu Xia.

It would be known as the Zhu Xia Empire, also referred to as the Zhu Xia Dynasty or the Zhu Xia Imperial Court.

Xia Tian envisioned himself as the Emperor of this empire, the ruler of all humanity under the heavens of the Primordial World.

But before this grand vision could come to fruition, Xia Tian had another task to accomplish—finding the legendary Chaos Immortal Island in the Eastern Sea to acquire the Kongtong Seal, a supreme treasure of the Human Clan.

Possessing this treasure would lend authority and legitimacy to his claim as Emperor of the Human Clan. Though unifying humanity without it was possible, the seal would solidify the destiny of the empire and ensure the recognition of the Human Clan’s collective fate.

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Meanwhile, Xia Tian’s revelation of his innate Dao Lord aura had sent shockwaves across the Primordial World. The mighty beings of the cosmos turned their gaze towards him, astounded by his rapid ascension.

“This Golden Crow Prince has ascended to Dao Lord already? How is this even possible?”

For most, the journey from Golden Immortal to innate Dao Lord was a process spanning countless aeons. Even those born as Golden Immortals would take billions or even trillions of years to reach this stage, provided they were not naturally gifted as innate Dao Lords from birth.

Many Golden Immortals had waited through the cycles of entire multiverses—lasting from creation to eventual destruction—without achieving the threshold of innate Dao Lord. The rarity and difficulty of such a feat were unimaginable.

Yet Xia Tian, barely over 100,000 years old, had advanced to this exalted state from a nascent Golden Immortal. The impossibility of such progress left even the most powerful beings, including peak Da Luo entities like Kunpeng, Minghe, and Zhen Yuanzi, visibly shaken.

The envy was palpable, especially among the Golden Immortals. Guang Chengzi, the foremost of the Twelve Golden Immortals under Yuan Shi Tianzun, could not hide his bitterness:

“Ridiculous! A mere feathered beast has achieved in 100,000 years what I haven’t in billions!” he exclaimed with venom.

Guang Chengzi’s journey was a long one. Before Yuan Shi Tianzun became a Sage, he had accepted Guang Chengzi as a disciple. Now, after over a billion years of dedicated cultivation, Guang Chengzi remained a Golden Immortal, far from the threshold of innate Dao Lord.

In later chapters of Primordial World history, Guang Chengzi would only manage to ascend to Dao Lord through immense karmic merit and the collective fate of the Human Clan during the great war led by the Human Emperor Xuanyuan.

Seeing Xia Tian achieve such a monumental breakthrough at such a young age filled Guang Chengzi with seething jealousy.

“How could a mere beast achieve such greatness? What right does he have?” Guang Chengzi muttered sourly, his pride as Yuan Shi Tianzun’s disciple bruised.

As the personal disciple of Yuan Shi Tianzun, Guang Chengzi had always believed in his superiority, shaped by Yuan Shi’s disdain for non-orthodox lineages like the demons. Even when facing beings vastly more powerful than himself, such as Emperor Jun and Taiyi, Guang Chengzi held a deep-seated contempt for the demon clan.

His arrogance was shared by many disciples of the Sages, who saw themselves as the rightful heirs of the Primordial World’s orthodoxy. In their eyes, beings like Xia Tian were anomalies at best, unworthy of true respect.

This arrogance was not without foundation. As direct disciples of the Sages, they were backed by the might of their mentors, giving them an untouchable status in the Primordial World. Even the most powerful beings, such as Emperor Jun or Taiyi, would think twice before offending a disciple of a Sage.

Power in the Primordial World was ultimately a game of survival of the fittest. The strength of one’s backing dictated the respect one commanded, and the disciples of the Sages wielded this privilege with pride.

“Why bother envying him, Senior Brother?” said Yuding Zhenren as he approached Guang Chengzi. “The demon and witch clans are destined to decline. Even if these Golden Crow princes all ascend to Dao Lord, they will fall in the coming calamities.”

Guang Chengzi sighed, but the bitterness in his heart remained.