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Chapter 17: The Martial Dao and Immortal Cultivation Systems of Jiuzhou

For now, such lofty aspirations were premature for Xia Tian. Even with his exalted status as the Yao Tribe’s Crown Prince in the primordial world, he had only attained the level of Golden Immortal. The title of Daluo Dao Ancestor remained an unfathomable distance away. His current body in the Jiuzhou world was even more deficient—far from reaching immortality, let alone achieving the status of an Innate Dao Lord. However, one thing he no longer had to worry about was longevity.@@novelbin@@

Regardless of whether it was his Jiuzhou body or his primordial one, Xia Tian had transcended mortality. Even this ordinary mortal body in the Jiuzhou world was now immune to the constraints of a finite lifespan, thanks to the fragment of the Golden Crow’s essence he had carried back from the primordial realm. Though the Martial Dao typically granted its strongest practitioners—the mythical warriors—lifespans of only a thousand years, Xia Tian’s transformed physique promised true immortality. The essence of the Golden Crow had irrevocably reshaped him, rendering him a being untouched by time.

His primordial Golden Crow form was a true immortal, classified as an eternal entity even among Golden Immortals. As long as he wasn’t killed, his existence would persist indefinitely. Although the essence he had brought back was only a fragment, it was enough to make his Jiuzhou body a true immortal vessel, capable of living millions—or even billions—of years without fear of death.

Currently, Xia Tian’s cultivation in the Jiuzhou world was that of a Half-Step Immortal, equivalent to a Loose Immortal in the Immortal Cultivation system. Yet his mastery over the Golden Crow’s essence, coupled with its inherent divine flames, elevated his strength to rival that of an Earth Immortal. By conventional standards, Xia Tian could already be regarded as one of the strongest individuals in Jiuzhou, capable of self-preservation and even establishing dominion amid the chaos engulfing the land.

Despite this formidable power, Xia Tian saw it as trivial. In the primordial world, his Golden Crow form had wielded the strength of a Golden Immortal, capable of shaking vast realms and bending the fabric of the cosmos. By comparison, his current abilities felt insignificant. This dissatisfaction prompted him to consider abandoning his present cultivation to embrace the supreme Golden Crow Dao he had inherited.

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The imperial aura of the Great Xia Dynasty was known to suppress Immortal Cultivators, particularly those below the Earth Immortal level. However, Xia Tian’s Golden Crow Dao was beyond the reach of such constraints. Even in its prime, the Great Xia could suppress only Earth Immortals; a Celestial Immortal could easily obliterate the dynasty with a single strike.

The strength of Celestial Immortals was incomprehensible to mortals. With a casual wave, they could annihilate galaxies spanning tens of thousands of light-years. In the grand scheme of the universe, the Great Xia Dynasty was no more than an ant beneath their gaze. However, the Celestial Immortals of Jiuzhou, who presided over the Thirty-Six Celestial Caves, rarely involved themselves in the affairs of the mortal realm. Detached from worldly concerns, they regarded mortal conflicts and imperial upheavals as inconsequential.

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The Thirty-Six Celestial Caves were venerated as the ultimate sanctuaries of cultivation, coveted by millions of aspiring Immortal Cultivators. Joining one of these caves granted not only unparalleled status but also access to resources that could drive others to madness with envy. The Seventy-Two Blessed Lands, though slightly inferior, were also revered as sacred training grounds, each presided over by Earth Immortals.

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Stepping out of his palace chambers, Xia Tian strolled through the Great Xia imperial city. The palace eunuchs and maids respectfully greeted him with slight bows, addressing him as the Third Prince. He acknowledged them with a nod before leaving the palace grounds.

The imperial capital, an ancient city with millennia of history, bustled with life. Streets were lined with inns, pawnshops, and storefronts, while the avenues teemed with carriages and crowds. The city exuded a prosperity that belied the dynasty’s decaying state. Yet this façade was no surprise, as the capital was the heart of Great Xia. If it showed visible signs of famine and ruin, the dynasty would already be beyond salvation.

Based on the current trajectory, the Great Xia Dynasty might endure another decade, sustained by its mythical martial artist. However, once this guardian succumbed to the passage of time, the dynasty would face its inevitable demise.

Xia Tian, contemplating his next steps, vanished in a flash of light, heading northward to the mountains. He sought solitude to abandon his current cultivation and begin anew. The bustling capital was ill-suited for such a transformative endeavour.

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Three years had passed in the blink of an eye, during which the Great Xia Dynasty declined further. Rebellions erupted across the land, threatening to engulf the entire realm in chaos.

On one fateful day, deep within a vast mountain range tens of thousands of miles from the imperial capital, an extraordinary phenomenon unfolded. A towering mountain shattered with a thunderous roar, its fragments scattering into a haze of dust that cloaked the sky. The earth quaked as a golden radiance emerged, piercing through the gloom like a second sun.

Amid this brilliance, a young man clad in black robes appeared, his form radiating divine majesty. Behind him, the ethereal silhouette of an enormous golden bird—a Golden Crow—flashed briefly in the luminous glow.