Chapter 217: The 108 Runes Revelation and The Shattered Dao Hearts

When he spoke again, the voice that echoed in the Sea of Consciousness of every living being was gentle, profound, and infinitely vast but all of these people could hear evrything expect the name of the genuis who caused this mess in the first place.

"You are correct, Yu Liang. If we clash in the physical world, the area will collapse entirely, and billions of innocents will perish as a result. Even if you are taking this into consideration, the structural integrity of this area cannot withstand the collision of your test."

The General raised a hand, and the space above the calamity clouds began to twist and tear. "I will open a separate battlefield in the Universal Void. You can fight there."

Standing in the courtyard, Yu Liang listened calmly. With his Heavenly Dao Runes, his perception was so sharp that he could see the very essence of the voice.

But when talking he noticed something crucial, it was peculiar discovery, the voice was gentle, yes, but there was literally zero emotion behind it.

It wasn’t that the Heavenly Dao was trying to suppress its anger or acting merciful. It was simply that the Heavenly Dao did not possess emotions.

It was not intentional coldness, nor was it a deliberate absence of emotion. The Heavenly Dao simply existed beyond the concepts of human sentiment. Its emotions were as natural and impartial as the changing seasons, the falling rain, or the passage of time.

It could nurture all living beings without affection, punish them without hatred, and bring about destruction without the slightest trace of anger. To the Heavenly Dao, the birth and death of countless lives were merely part of the natural order. It neither loved nor hated, it simply is as it is.

Yu Liang smiled, understanding this truth perfectly.

As if reading his mind, the Heavenly General’s golden eyes flashed, and the gentle voice continued. "I can some what sense your thoughts, Yu Liang. You realize I have no malice, nor do I have affection. I am simply the rules of this universe. But before we step into the Void, there is one matter that has confused my will since the moment you broke the 70th rune."

The atmosphere in the sky suddenly shifted. The gentle breeze vanished, replaced by an intense, overwhelming curiosity from the will of the universe itself.

The colossal General leaned down slightly, his voice shook the souls of everyone listening.

"How did you manage to imprint 108 Heavenly Dao Runes into your Soul Palace?"

BOOM!

If the previous revelations were a meteor strike, this single sentence was the sun exploding directly inside the minds of every cultivator on the three continents.

*108... Heavenly Dao Runes?!*

After listening to this broadcasted words, for a full ten seconds, the entire world was locked in a state of absolute, brain dead silence.

Then, the massive shockwaves hit.

50 runes was the absolute limit for a normal genius. 60 was the legendary realm people dared to dream. 70 was the theoretical, impossible ceiling of the being.

But 108?! That too Heavenly Dao Runes?!

108 was the sacred number of the universe! It represented the 108 earthly afflictions, the 108 stars of destiny, the complete, flawless cycle of the Heavenly Dao! To imprint 108 Heavenly Dao Level runes meant that the cultivator’s foundation wasn’t just perfect, it was the physical embodiment of the universe itself!

No one had ever even dreamed of such a number, let alone achieved it!

The sheer absurde nature of this fact instantly triggered a wave of mass despair across the cultivation world. The Dao hearts of countless geniuses shattered like cheap glass.

On the Sword Continent, inside the grand plaza of the Chen Family.

The young master of the Chen Family who had just declared he would fight to the death before going deaf and hiding in a formation, was currently sitting in the dark, waiting for the tribulation to end.

He was actually quite proud of himself.

Just last month, at the patraich of their family had successfully imprinted 35 Dao runes into thier Soul Palace, breaking the Chen Family’s thousand year record and earning the title of "Heavenly Genius."

When he heard the Heavenly Dao ask about "108 Heavenly Dao Runes," he completely froze.

He checked his own foundation and there was not Soul palace then he thought about patraich’s 35 Dao Runes Mostly of which were low tier runes.

He thought about the 108 Heavenly Dao runes.

"Thirty five... low tier..." He muttered as his eyes lost all it’s luster. "They have 108... Heavenly Dao... level..."

Snap!

Something inside his brain broke. He slowly stood up, pulled out his spiritual sword, and looked at the wooden beam of the underground cave.

"I’m a trash..." The high and mighty young master of chen family whispered as tears streamed down his face. "I’m just a piece of trash! A frog in a well! I thought I was a genius, but I’m just a clown! What’s the point of cultivating if someone else is born as the universe itself?!"

He threw the rope over the beam, tied a noose, and kicked the stool away. "Let me die! I want to be reborn in a mortal family! I don’t want to cultivate anymore! Not in this life and not even in any other life!"

Meanwhile, in the Cloudwater Sect.

The Third Elder, a venerable Core Formation expert who had spent over three hundred years in closed door cultivation, was currently trying to comprehend a single Mid Tier Dao rune to help his grandson break through in the future smoothly.

He had been stuck at the last part for fifty years, bleeding from his pores, enduring unimaginable agony just to grasp a tiny fragment of the Dao.

When the Heavenly Dao’s question echoed in his mind, the Third Elder’s eyes bulged out of his skull.

"One hundred and eight... Heavenly Dao... runes?"

Pfft!

The Third Elder spat out a massive mouthful of black blood. He looked at his own trembling hands, then looked at the jade slip containing his fifty years of painstaking comprehension notes.

"Three hundred years..." he literally sobbed with his voice cracking like a little child. "I spent three hundred years, ruined my talent, and almost died of Qi deviation just to comprehend one Mid Tier rune... and that monster has 108 Heavenly Dao runes?!"

He angrily threw the jade slip against the wall, shattering it into pieces. "Cultivation is a scam! It’s all a scam! The Heavens are just bullying us! I’m done! I’m going back to my mortal hometown! I’m going to plant cabbages! At least cabbages don’t have 108 runes!"

With a furious sob, the Third Elder fainted dead away, his Dao heart was too completely and irreversibly destroyed by the sheer gap in talent.

Across the three continents, similar scenes were playing out everywhere.

Proud young masters who had just broken records of 20 or 30 runes were quietly looking for ropes to hang themselves.

Venerable elders who spent centuries comprehending the Dao were throwing away their cultivation manuals and crying about becoming cultivators is a bad path.

Even some high level beasts in the Wilderness were banging their heads against trees, wondering why they were born as beasts when such a monster existed as a human.

The entire cultivation world’s confidence was brutally stomped into the dirt by Yu Liang.

But in the center of the domain, Yu Liang just stood there, looking up at the colossal General.

He didn’t answer the question immediately. He just smiled, his hands still behind his back, enjoying the moment the puzzled Heavenly Dao that he just realized, how wonderful this feeling is when even the Heavenly Dao can’t see through you.