Origin Court: Accepting Disciples With A System

SOMEHOW, AT THE moment he spoke with the old woman, he realized something important.

After the Supreme Heavenly Scripture evolved, not feeling any more hungry or sleepy, his emotions had become more dented and pure. During the evolution or even before it happened, however, his personality was somewhat a bit twisted.

He just killed people then like weak ants without them initially harming him by even a little as a cause. Even if they were not innocent people, all of the people in the world, except for some children, should not be innocent at all. In other words, that was already a given.

Even he wasn't. And but he never was.

If the same logic applied, then he was someone who also deserved to be killed. It was not because they were the same or different, but because they were just not in the same shoes.

He recalled that he killed some people just because he didn't like them. He remembered that he disregarded those who were weak just because he was strong.

Even if the strong have always been preying on the weak, there must be limits to them.

With that, he flew back to the airship. This time, however, he brought the old woman with him and let her take care of Feng Huang's little sister for the time being. They were able to get along very well. The old woman even laughed at taking care of the little girl's smelly feet and acted like he almost fainted because of it.

This frightened the little girl. She thought that the old grandma was really going to faint. Yang Lujia was somewhat happy in his heart that the old woman was able to adapt fast and became happy with this and not remember her son's death.

Shaking his head, he went back to the airship. Someday, if he'd find a way to revive dead people or at least find their reincarnations, he would bring him or her to the old woman no matter what, that was if she wouldn't die during the process.

Days flew past and they finally arrived in front of the Mayonic Volcano. The three airships stopped when they were already about two miles away from the volcano. It was too hot that it could possibly melt the strongest metal in Da Sishen.

"You all stay here," Yang Lujia's voice rang into everyone's minds. "I will go to the center to take a look."

GULP!

Sounds of surprise echoed inside the airships when they heard what Yang Lujia said. It was probably the craziest thing they ever heard. After all, Mayonic Volcano was the same as a Forbidden Realm where not anyone could just enter. Even more so because of its always emitting aura of extreme heat; its waves alone could liquefy anybody or anything who thought of stepping near it or which had accidentally or coincidentally lost within it.

"So this is the so-called Mayonic Volcano?"

Marveling at the volcano's body, Yang Lujia found out that it was perfectly cone-shaped. While the lava kept pouring out of its mouth, it wasn't hideous at all. In fact, it was the most beautiful volcano he had seen in his life.

"Let's see if flame rules are abundant here," Yang Lujia said as his eyes shone, turning from pitch black to purple. Gradually, lines of orange-like characters appeared in his sight. "Sure enough, these are the rules of flames…"

As he waved his arms in a circular motion, he was able to guide the rules of flames into his grasp and wielded them as though they were his own. Slowly, the lines of characters merged and gradually formed a hollow sphere. Later, he filled the inside of it with a bunch of condensed rules until he made the world core he was thinking of making.

When his eyes wandered around him, he could not believe it either.

But there were strange rules accompanying the other rules when he was trying to make something, except for the rules of time and space as he had not seen them.

Although these rules weren't visible to the eyes and could be said to be quite faint, he could still see them with his purple eyes.

They were transparent ones, supporting the rules of flames and guiding them to a certain way that they would not be in turmoil. It was as if it was the one who created the other rules, only except for time and space.

And for some unknown reasons, they were the most abundant—whether in Da Shenghou or in Da Sishen. He didn't know in the higher realm, but probably it would still be the same.

Could it have something to do with the rules of creation or beginning?

Or could it be karma?

He didn't know, but he was certain that he could freely control it with the help of the system being able to make him comprehend things like rules faster than anybody else. And it had been a long time since he was playing with those characters until he knew what they were called now.

Peculiarly, his adoptive grandfather, Zhuquan De, had never told him about rules. He just told him about how the world came about with the use of codes, but he told him that he'd understand it the moment he grew up.

"Maybe the old man left because he wanted me to grow?" Yang Lujia guessed in his heart. "It is quite reminiscent to me wanting my disciples to grow on their own, though."

Enveloping the small world core he created, he went back to the airship after only a couple of minutes that which took the people in the airship aback.

'That was fast!'

Their thoughts almost chorused silently.

"Let's go to the Southern Territory's Death Glacial Waters now," Yang Lujia ordered as he kept the world core inside Fortuniel's storage space.

And when they set off once more in their journey, Yang Lujia noticed something that made him feel elated. "Long Guang has made a major breakthrough?"

How long had it been since then? And this kid actually broke through to the Saint Realm, so fast that he did not even dare to think about it. Perhaps he was faster back then, but this little dragon was still a bit surprising to him, given that he himself did not even know how he progressed.

"Impressive."