Enlightenment: Attaining the Dao at Age 8

Chapter 414 - 203: Sudden Situation

Here, Li Chang’an paused. After thinking for another moment, he continued, "Also, tell all members of the Divine Guard and the Fusang Tribe that from now on, whenever you encounter humans—no matter the tribe, no matter the grudge—you are to unconditionally promote the Martial Dao. I want everyone in this world to know of the Martial Dao’s existence. I want all of humanity to know they don’t need to rely on any other living being; they can become their own Guardian Gods!"

Li Chang’an spoke quickly, for he could already foresee the horrors that lay ahead.

He had to make all necessary arrangements for the Fusang Tribe before that behemoth in the Celestial Realm had a chance to react.

In the past, wanting to build up his strength in secret,

Li Chang’an had always been discreet and furtive when spreading the Martial Dao.

But now that the Celestial Realm had discovered him, Li Chang’an decided to throw caution to the wind and began to have the Martial Dao spread openly.

Furthermore, they could no longer remain in Santi Town.

With the Fusang Tribe’s current strength, remaining in Santi Town was no different than waiting to die.

He had to have the entire tribe disperse, vanishing into the vast forests. Only then, when the Celestial Realm couldn’t find them, would they have a sliver of a chance to survive.

Hearing Li Chang’an’s command, Man Yu froze for a moment before quickly understanding.

She had always been clever, and having spent a long time with Li Chang’an, she quickly understood the meaning behind his words. She nodded and said, "I’ll get it done right away. I’ll do my best to get a copy of a Martial Arts Secret Manual into the hands of every one of the tens of thousands in the Fusang Tribe, then have them scatter and flee in all directions!"

A direct confrontation with the Celestial Realm was clearly impossible.

The only thing the Fusang Tribe could do now was disperse its people as widely as possible. It was the only way to avoid being wiped out in one fell swoop.

It would also, hopefully, tie up the enemy’s attention.

The order was quickly passed down.

The members of the Fusang Tribe had yet to celebrate their victory over the Nine-Tower Mountain Tribe when they received the order to disperse immediately.

The soldiers were utterly baffled, at a complete loss for what to do.

The order was so sudden that they had no idea what was happening, let alone how to carry it out.

Fortunately, members of the Divine Shadow Guard soon appeared, bearing Li Chang’an’s scales as proof of their authority. They explained everything that had happened to the tribe, including the imminent crisis from the gods of the Celestial Realm.

When they heard that the Immortals from the Celestial Realm would likely move against them,

the soldiers of the Fusang Tribe were stunned speechless. They couldn’t imagine how the high and mighty Immortals had even noticed a group of ants like them, just struggling to survive.

The gulf between them was not merely the physical distance between heaven and earth; it was an astronomical difference in status.

But as the Divine Shadow Guard distributed the Martial Arts Secret Manuals, any soldier with a shred of intelligence quickly grasped the magnitude of the problem upon seeing their contents.

’Humans cultivating to rival Divine Spirits.’

’What use were Divine Spirits then?’

’Much less making incense offerings to them.’

’Without incense, of course those high and mighty Immortals would be hopping mad!’

The soldiers held the Cultivation Technique, examining it over and over before finally asking, "Sir, who created this... this so-called Cultivation Method?"

While organizing the troops for dispersal, a member of the Divine Shadow Guard replied, "The Cultivation Method was created by our Lord Guardian God and spread by our Chieftess. In the future, if you survive—if you even establish your own tribes—remember to honor the Lord Guardian God as the Martial Ancestor. It is the true Guardian God of humanity, unlike those Pseudo-Gods!"

Hearing this, all the soldiers nodded.

But after they nodded, a long, somber silence followed.

In this world, two laws were as ironclad and fundamental as the need to eat and drink: an individual could not survive without the protection of their tribe, and a tribe could not survive without the protection of its Guardian God.

Now, they were about to lose the dual protection of both their tribe and their Guardian God. Aside from some dry rations, the only thing they held that could serve as a weapon was this so-called Martial Arts Secret Manual.

They didn’t know what the future held for them.

It reached the point where they even felt a deep resentment toward Li Chang’an and Man Yu.

Of course, with things as they were, such complaints were useless. It wouldn’t change their fate.

Through Man Yu’s frantic efforts and the swift actions of the Divine Hidden Guard, the Fusang Tribe’s army of tens of thousands and its tens of thousands of civilians quickly dispersed.

The vast crowd of tens of thousands surged outward in all directions, like migrating ants.

In Li Chang’an’s eyes, it was as if a single, concentrated flame had scattered into a sky full of stars.

Their lives might be as faint as candle flames, but as long as they could escape and tenaciously survive, Li Chang’an believed that these flames would one day burn brighter and brighter, eventually incinerating all gods and ghouls into ash.

After all this was done, Li Chang’an also prepared to leave.

To be honest, until the Celestial Realm had suddenly taken notice, he had never imagined he would spend this life as a fugitive.

But plans rarely survive reality. And being able to temporarily leave the tribe to develop on his own didn’t seem like such a bad thing for him now.

Man Yu insisted on going with Li Chang’an.

Li Chang’an initially refused, but she was incredibly stubborn, leaving him no choice but to agree.

Less than a month after they had left, a vast host of Divine Spirits stormed Santi Town like a tidal wave of black clouds.

The Guardian God of the Sunlight Tribe was a Golden Lion the size of a small mountain. It stared at the long-empty Santi Town, and after a long moment, it let out a low roar, "Where did they go? Water Mirror, find them for me. Now!"

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