Journey of the Fate Destroying Emperor novel Chapter 449

Chapter 449: Everchanging Dao Heart (I)

Inside the secret realm, Wang Wei set up countless arrays with the help of a gorgeous yet mature woman. Her every move exuded a powerful charm despite not trying.

"Thank you once again, Matriarch Su."

"Young master, there is no need to thank me. Honestly, I don't think you needed my help," replied Su Xiang, the Matriarch of the Demon Fox Race.

She wore a light red hanfu, had very long and luscious black hair, and a small mole on her chin accentuated her beauty. Her eyes were as clear as the purest of water, and yet, with just one look, she could bring any man to his knees.

In Wang Tian's generation, she held the title of the most beautiful woman of that generation.

"How could you say that? Your help has been precious and appreciated."

Wang Wei then escorted her out after a few pleasantries.

'With it, I should be able to create my Everchanging Dao Heart,' he thought as he watched the array.

In the Myriad Emperor World, the Dao Heart is significant to all cultivators. Before entering the Void Shattering Realm, they have to temper their Dao Heart through the [Road of the Heart].

The 7th realm of cultivation is not called Void Shattering because cultivators can use the Power of Law to break the space. No, it references the Buddhist's ideology or state of mind of achieving "emptiness" or "void" and transcending it.

The Qiyuan Emperor took ideas from both Taoism and Buddhism when creating the Origin System.

Because the [Road of the Heart] can help cultivators temper their Dao Hearts, the idea of doing so in the early stages is not very prominent in the Myriad Emperor World.

It has become normal or part of the culture to wait for people to reach that realm to temper their Dao Heart. Wang Wei's Pagoda Trials were such a big deal when first created because he challenged the norm.

Most sects have basic formation or secret realms to temper Dao Heart, and they will even test the new disciple's natural Dao Heart before entering the sect. However, it is not as focused or detailed as the Pagoda that Wang Wei made.

Many people, including the Saint Realm Elders, could benefit after the sect built the Pagoda. Additionally, many other factions with the means copied them and created their version of the Pagoda.

Wang Wei took a deep breath to remove all these thoughts from his mind and sealed most of the power of his soul before entering the array.

In a small temple at the foot of a mountain, a monk with no hair wearing a yellow and purple cassock opened the door to prepare for morning rituals. However, he saw a baby in a basket as he looked down.

"Another one? How turbulent has this world become."

After shaking his head, the monk picked up the baby and immediately realized that it was not crying despite being awakened. He injected his internal strength into its body to check if something was wrong.

"His throat is not formed correctly? No wonder his parents abandoned him."

The monk did not do his morning ritual but instead brought the child up the mountain to hand him over. A special department took the baby in to raise him and all the other orphans of the temple.

Five years passed, and this baby was now an infant. He is pretty famous amongst the young monk in his generation for three reasons: he never speaks a word, despite being capable.

The children knew that he was born with a throat defect; however, the temple used internal strength to fix it over time. Nevertheless, the young monk never spoke a word.

Many children wanted to bully him about his disability, which is where the second reason for his fame came. This young monk had an unnatural talent for battle. No matter how many children attacked him at once, he would always be victorious in their confrontation.

Many people believed that he would be a great warrior in the future.

And the last reason for his fame was how handsome he was–even with no hair.

Today was a special day for all the little monks. All of them lined up before entering the Harmony Hall. And the ones that left would have genuine smiles on their faces.

After a few minutes of waiting, the non-speaking mon entered the hall, where another older monk was patiently waiting. The young monk knelt to the altar in the middle of the room and kowtowed three times. Then, he lit up many incenses.

Afterward, he looked at the old monk, who proceeded to say: