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Destroyer of the Dao

The Divine Dao has manipulated the universe for eons, enforcing cycles of rebirth and ruin to prevent a prophesied threat. This celestial tyranny ignores the lives of trillions, all to stop a single man from the lower realm. Jhi Chen is that man. Armed with a blade capable of piercing the heavens and splitting the earth, he declares war on the heavens. Whether facing gods, demons, or the Dao itself, Jhi Chen vows to bring justice to all living beings by destroying the very fabric of the established order.
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Chapter 3

: The Child Who Defies Heaven

"Husband, why does Chen’er have so many inherited bloodlines?" Mu Xiao'er asked with a trembling voice.

"If it's the Divine Lightning Bloodline and Lunar Celestial Body, that's still reasonable," she continued, looking down, "because it's inherited from your lineage and mine. But this is different, I don't understand."

Mu Xiao'er, Jhi Chen's mother, was truly speechless. Her gaze was blank, her face pale.

"Mu'er, I don't know about that either," Jhi Tian replied in a serious tone. "Maybe Chen'er is destined to fix this world. Try looking at Chen'er's cultivation yourself."

Mu Xiao'er walked closer to Jhi Chen. Her heart was pounding, her steps were cautious. After she stood right in front of her child, her eyes trembled in disbelief. She could have seen Jhi Chen's cultivation from afar with divine sense, that was normal. But because Jhi Chen was her own flesh and blood, she didn't dare to be reckless.

When her divine sense penetrated the baby's body, Mu Xiao'er was immediately stunned. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands trembled. She was even more amazed than when she witnessed the bloodline testing earlier. A high bloodline she could still understand, but the level of cultivation she saw now was truly beyond reason.

"I really didn't expect," Mu Xiao'er said falteringly, "even a newborn child has such a high cultivation. He was just born, but already has a level two Martial Ancestor cultivation."

Jhi Tian nodded calmly. "Now you know why I said Chen'er is destined to renovate this world. When I was born, I was only rank one Martial Emperor, and that was already considered an unparalleled genius at that time."

"Husband," Mu Xiao'er interjected quickly, "are you going to guide Chen'er directly?"

Jhi Tian shook his head. "No. Let Chen'er grow on his own. But I will pass on my cultivation technique. Maybe he can understand its depths. Besides that, I will also put a special treasure to hide his cultivation, so as not to cause a commotion in this world."

"That really has to be done," Mu Xiao'er replied softly. "If it's not hidden, and people know, there will be unnecessary commotion. The ruler of this kingdom is only a rank five Martial King. The highest ruler of this dynasty is only a rank nine Martial King. Whereas the ancestor of this dynasty is no more than a rank three Martial Emperor."

Her eyes stared deeply at her husband. "If they know there is a newborn baby who has reached rank two Martial Ancestor, they will feel desperate. They could vomit blood because their entire lives were wasted. Husband, what are your plans now?"

"My wife," Jhi Tian said firmly, "I will try to unravel the mystery of Mount Salke. Whereas Chen'er I will entrust to you. Live life as usual, but in happiness for Chen'er, I also have anxiety. I don't know what Chen'er will be like in the future. Therefore, you must always watch his character."

Mu Xiao'er looked down, then asked softly, "Will he become the savior of this world, or will he become a disaster? I really don't want that to happen."

"Mu'er, you don't need to worry too much," Jhi Tian replied soothingly. "Chen'er must be a good child. Because Chen'er is the child of Jhi Tian and Mu Xiao'er, he must inherit the traits of his parents."

"I hope so," Jhi Tian said again. "My wife, I have hidden Chen'er's cultivation. I will leave now. If there is something you can't handle, destroy this talisman. I will arrive immediately. Remember, don't force something you can't bear."

"Husband, trust me," Mu Xiao'er replied with a steady tone. "I will be fine. Who can scare me in this galaxy? My cultivation is equivalent to the galaxy ruler. Even if we fight, I am still confident I can defeat him completely."

"Alright," Jhi Tian nodded, "I will leave now. Goodbye."

As soon as those farewell words were spoken, Jhi Tian's body immediately disappeared. The aura of his existence didn't leave a trace at all.

Mu Xiao'er could only shake her head while whispering, "After I lived with you for so long, only now I realize how strong you are. Even with my level of cultivation that is considered high, I am just a small character in front of you."

Three Years Later

When Jhi Chen was fetching water in the river, he suddenly saw an injured old man. The man was surrounded by water monsters. His life was truly in danger. If no one helped, he would surely die.

Jhi Chen, who was still small, stared at the scene. His heart burned with anger because the old man was hurt. His gaze turned sharp, his small body tensed. As he stared at the swarming monsters, his sapphire blue eyes flashed. In an instant, the color changed to dazzling gold.

The next second, the many monsters exploded simultaneously. Their flesh and bones were crushed into ashes, their blood evaporated without a trace.

The old man gaped, his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe what had just happened before his eyes. His mind was confused, trying to find an explanation. He turned in all directions, hoping to find a strong expert who might have helped him. But what he saw was just a small child standing upright, looking at him calmly.

The old man's eyes narrowed. He tried to assess Jhi Chen with his special ability, but found nothing strange. Naturally, because Jhi Chen had returned to normal.

Jhi Chen then walked closer to the badly injured old man. With a soft voice he said, "Senior, are you alright? Why did the water monsters attack you?"

The old man was still dazed. Only after hearing Jhi Chen's voice for the third time did he come to his senses. "Kid, did you save me?" he asked hesitantly.

He still couldn't believe that a small child of about three years old could kill so many monsters.

Jhi Chen himself had actually known about his strength since the age of two. But his mother always forbade him from showing it in front of other people. He had to pretend to be weak. So when the old man asked, his brain immediately spun to find a reason.

"Senior, it was indeed me who killed those monsters," Jhi Chen replied. "But I only threw a small ball when I was fetching water for my family. A senior in white robes passed by, he gave me the ball. He said don't visit this river because it's dangerous. If you meet a monster, just throw the ball to protect your life. After that he left."

Jhi Chen looked down for a moment, then added, "I have often come to this river, but I have never seen the monsters mentioned by the senior in white robes. So I used the ball just to play. Just now, when I saw senior surrounded by strange beasts, I remembered the message. I then threw the small ball. It turned out to be true, the ball can drive away monsters."

The old man was still doubtful, but Jhi Chen's reason was quite reasonable. He finally didn't argue anymore because his own body was very weak.

"Senior, don't move too much. I will help you," Jhi Chen said again.

He then easily carried the old man, then walked quickly towards the forest to find medicinal ingredients.

The old man was shocked beyond measure. He couldn't believe a small child could carry his body. Even more surprisingly, Jhi Chen was able to walk nimbly and agilely as if not feeling the burden.

With a special eye technique, the old man observed Jhi Chen's body. His gaze immediately widened. He saw something extraordinary. Although Jhi Chen didn't have any energy at all, and hadn't reached any cultivation level, his twelve meridian points were already perfectly open.

That sight made the old man startled. In the vast world of martial arts, something like this had never been encountered. Usually the twelve meridians can only be opened in adults who have started cultivating, and even then at a very high price and extreme pain.

But this little boy, his twelve meridian points opened on their own. The old man was sure, a child this small couldn't possibly withstand such suffering.

He stared at Jhi Chen closely, his heart trembling greatly. "This child is truly extraordinary," he muttered softly.

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