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Chapter 171 Jing Tian, Chong Lou gave way too much.
Chapter 171 Jing Tian, Chong Lou gave way too much.
"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be nervous. We three old fellows have been here for nearly ten thousand years. It's rare for someone to come as a guest, and we're overjoyed. How could we possibly make things difficult for you? Please, have a taste of the Heartbreak Grass that I prepared with the water from the Bright Spring." Shennong poured tea for Russell, who raised his hand in thanks: "You're too kind, Brother Daoist."
After confirming that the three people before him were merely alternate-dimensional counterparts of the other three, Russell completely lowered his guard. He was joking; he couldn't defeat or escape the other three, but surely he could defeat these three and escape?
Uh, why does this sound so spineless?
"How many worlds are there beyond this one?" Fuxi then asked.
"The myriad worlds are like stars in the universe; new worlds are created every moment, and old worlds are destroyed. This has indeed stumped me."
"What are the differences between the myriad realms you speak of and this realm?" This was Shennong.
"It is not much different from this world. It is composed of humans and other sentient beings. Of course, most worlds do not have gods."
"Oh?" Nuwa immediately became interested, glanced at Fuxi, and asked, "What about these worlds?"
"Of course it's excellent. Leaving aside the beastmen for now, just considering the human race, everything is thriving."
Nuwa relaxed her brows and eyes, and a slight smile appeared on her lips as she continued to ask the next question.
In the midst of this question and answer, half a day passed in the blink of an eye.
When asked the final question, Fuxi simply shut down.
Looking back, they evolved from chaos, each holding different beliefs and firmly believing that their own path was the right one. But no matter what, their initial intention was to make the world more prosperous.
That's why they resort to violence when their opinions clash, trying to convince each other with their fists that their ideas are the only correct ones.
According to Shennong, all things are natural, and only the fittest survive. There is no need for intervention; the strong survive and the weak are eliminated. This is the great way of heaven and earth, which does not need to be changed or interfered with.
In Fuxi's eyes, living beings were ignorant and greedy, and needed to sever their emotions and desires and restrain their behavior with laws. Without rules, there can be no order; without restraint, there can be no order. Allowing living beings to develop freely will only lead to destruction in the end.
So one of them created the Orcs, and the other created the Gods.
Nuwa, on the other hand, is somewhere in between, acknowledging the right of living beings to freedom, but also believing that freedom must be within the framework of rules.
Unfortunately, Fuxi was too domineering, which forced her and Shennong to join forces against him.
Ultimately, all three were formed from the essence, energy, and spirit of Pangu, sharing the same origin. Their powers were inherently mutually restraining. Although Fuxi was the strongest, he could not easily defeat Shennong and Nuwa when they joined forces. If they fought to the death, the final outcome would only be mutual destruction, and the world they valued would also be affected by the aftershocks and reduced to ashes.
When the war ended, they made a pact to remain hidden in this place, never to interfere with the world's operation again, and to watch the world develop, leaving only the incarnation of the Heavenly Emperor and the descendants of Nuwa to guard this world.
Everything was fine at first, but in modern times, various forces began to become restless. The human world, the demon world, the monster world, and even the divine world all began to stir up trouble.
This puzzled Fuxi greatly. As long as everything was within the Heavenly Laws, all living beings could perform their duties. Why would these people rebel?
Their lifespan is long enough to watch a race rise and fall. This era will continue according to Fuxi's will. All things are subject to the law, and the divine realm rules over everything. If the world is peaceful, then it will continue. If it arouses the resentment of all living beings, who rebel against the heavens, then everything will be overthrown and a new era will begin.
The next era will belong to Shennong.
Now that Russell, an outsider, has arrived, Fuxi's plan is to capture him first, and then use soul-searching and spirit-seizing to ascertain his intentions.
This was the most direct and effective method, and also the one with the least potential for trouble. Unfortunately, Shennong and Nuwa disagreed, so he had no choice but to give up and instead try to probe little by little by asking questions.
Unexpectedly, this test made him fall silent.
What does it mean that the existence of the gods is a shackle on the development of the world? What does it mean that the human race will eventually overthrow the gods?
This is blatant provocation!
"So, what brings Fellow Daoist Luo to this realm?" Fuxi interrupted their questions and instead inquired about Russell's origins.
"Tourism," Russell succinctly stated.
From their first meeting, he could sense the undisguised malice this man harbored towards him. The abbot was petty, but so was he, Luo.
It was only because each of these three people contributed one lottery draw to him that he was willing to do so; otherwise, he would have run away long ago and wouldn't have had the time to answer his questions.
"Don't you have any other thoughts?" Fuxi still didn't believe it. In his view, everything one does must have a reason, and everyone who comes here must have something to ask for.
Russell looked at Shennong and Nuwa in despair: "Has this guy always been like this?"
How could they stand him?
Shennong couldn't help but laugh out loud: "That's exactly how it's always been."
Nuwa smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Luo, please forgive him. He was born this way, and he has been this way for ten thousand years. I'm afraid he will continue to be this way in the future."
Fuxi gave a soft snort, offering no explanation, and shifted his gaze from Russell to the distant horizon.
Russell shrugged indifferently.
In fact, Fuxi's idea was not wrong. All things in the world need laws and principles to maintain order. Otherwise, it would be a veritable hell for ordinary people.
His approach was wrong. The world always moves from disorder to order, from chaos to clarity, from turmoil to stability. How can you put pressure on your teammates and opponents right from the start?
It's no wonder you get bounced back if you do that.
Seeing that none of the three had any further questions, Russell continued, "If the three of you have no other questions, I also have a favor to ask you three."
"I have benefited greatly from this conversation. Please feel free to speak, fellow Daoist."
Nuwa and Shennong both expressed their willingness to help, and although Fuxi did not express his opinion, he did not refuse either, which seemed to be his tacit agreement.
"If possible, I need a trace of your three essences." Russell paused, then raised his hand and took out an energy crystal from his inner world, holding it in his palm: "I can use this to exchange for it."
The energy crystal floated above his palm, its surface smooth and radiant, emitting a gentle yet immense energy field that made the surrounding air seem thicker, causing the three people present to turn their heads in surprise.
Russell wasn't afraid of them trying to steal from him. If anyone dared to make a move, he would run away. If he managed to escape, they could just wait for him to bring people back.
You should know that he learned from General Duanmu's mistake, and his summoner has been kept in a state of readiness to be activated.
Unfortunately, the Three Sovereigns were still the Three Sovereigns, and they still had their bottom line. Even Fuxi, who disliked Russell the most, did not intend to forcibly take it. Instead, he was the first to raise his hand, condensing a wisp of pale golden light from his fingertips and flicking it in front of Russell. Nuwa and Shennong also took out a wisp of their own essence and handed it to Russell.
The three strands of primordial energy fell into the palm of the hand, each radiating a different light, neither merging nor interfering with each other. This was because after nearly ten thousand years, even three powers originating from the same source had acquired their own attributes. To restore them to their original state, it would take some time to remove their individual characteristics.
"Cash on delivery, no returns or exchanges." Russell tossed the energy crystal over, pouting with regret. He had wanted to buy it for free without any burden.
Seeing this, Fuxi couldn't help but question, "Why do you have that expression, brat?"
Russell glanced at Fuxi sideways, expressionlessly raised his right hand, pointed his middle finger at Fuxi, and then vanished in a flash.
"That brat!" Fuxi slammed his hand on the table, and a crack appeared in the stone table, extending from the tabletop to the leg.
Although he had never seen this gesture before, he still felt a strong sense of contempt. He made a move to get up and chase after it, his knees already off the stone bench.
Fortunately, Shennong and Nuwa reacted quickly, each holding down one of his shoulders and pressing him down.
"He's already gone. You, the dignified ruler of the divine realm, why bother getting angry with him?" Nuwa shook her head helplessly. "Besides, the fact that he's so fearless suggests he has some backup plan. If you chase after him, you might lose all face."
Shennong also examined the planetary energy crystal in his hand and chuckled, "We've come out ahead this time. Let's see if we can find a way to travel to other worlds through it. Even if we don't, having this item won't be a loss."
Fuxi nodded silently, his previous anger gone. He picked up his teacup, took another sip, and his unfathomable eyes remained completely calm, as if he were not the one who had just slammed the table and glared at the table.
As the strongest and highest-ranking person in this world, how could he truly show his emotions? It was merely a performance for others to see.
A person who can travel freely across the world must have some unknown secrets, and to uncover these secrets, one must inevitably pay a price.
He didn't care whether he would become the price. The three emperors were mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, and they coexisted. As long as one of them did not die, the three emperors would not perish.
Outside Yuzhou City.
Space was like a torn brocade, and Russell's figure emerged from nothingness.
The sunlight was blinding; he squinted, looked up at the sky, and saw that it was noon, the sun high in the sky, illuminating the space where he had entered the jade pendant.
The timing was exactly the same, but his intuition told him something was wrong.
After sensing it for a while, he estimated that seven days had passed since he entered the jade pendant space.
This is nothing to be surprised about. The Three Sovereigns were ancient gods who created a small world that was completely different from the main world. It's not a big deal.
Before Russell could react, in the next instant, the Yin-Yang jade pendant in his hand simultaneously slipped from his palm, transforming into two streaks of rainbow light that flew off in different directions at lightning speed, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
"I haven't made a wish yet—" Russell muttered, raising his hand to intercept the two rainbow lights. But the next moment, a powerful surge of magical energy rose from the direction of Mount Shu, as if something inside the mountain had been detonated.
Russell's hand froze in mid-air, his gaze passing over the rooftops of Yuzhou City and turning north, where the main peak of Mount Shu shone with golden light under the sunlight. But at that moment, that golden light was torn apart from top to bottom by a black crack.
The Demon-Sealing Tower is broken, and all kinds of demons are born.
Countless streams of sinister energy were released from the crack, pouring out like a flood bursting its banks, forming a surging, nauseating torrent.
The sky darkened in an instant. The evil spirits that escaped from the crack in the Demon Locking Tower did not dare to linger around Mount Shu for even a moment. Almost the instant they broke free, they rushed in all directions.
Russell just watched without making a move. There was no other reason than that the culprit that caused all the demons to flee was rushing toward his location at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the edge of the sky, a crimson light appeared, trailing a long tail of flame, and a scorched crack appeared in the sky.
boom!
A dazzling crimson orb of light crashed down, causing the ground to tremble violently. Dust and debris flew in all directions, forming a ring of air currents that uprooted vegetation within a radius of several dozen feet. A burly figure slowly rose from the pit.
The newcomer held a dark blue longsword in his backhand, wore dark red armor, and had his red hair flying. He stared intently at Russell: "Russell, I know you. It was you who awakened Fei Peng's consciousness earlier."
"So, what do you want from me? To help you reawaken Fei Peng's consciousness, and then fight you again? Don't be ridiculous."
His tone was somewhat speechless. Although that's how it is in the story, he still felt that Chonglou was out of his mind when he actually encountered it in real life.
Chonglou was puzzled, a hint of confusion appearing in his dark red eyes: "You don't want to? Why?"
"Why should I be willing?" Russell said arrogantly, his chin slightly raised. "Let's not even talk about why I should help you. Just the fact that I awakened Fei Peng's consciousness, with Jing Tian's frail body—whose fight with the village goose would be a life-or-death battle—do you really think he can withstand a slap from you?"
Are you kidding me? Is he some cheap beast of burden that can be summoned and dismissed at will?
"This is none of your business." Chonglou crossed his arms, and the Demon Sword silently floated behind him, its blade trembling slightly and emitting a low hum. "You only need to awaken Feipeng's consciousness; I will handle the rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chonglou withdrew his left hand from the crossed-arm position, and with a loose clench of his five fingers, the air in front of him was torn apart like cloth, and a spatial rift opened up in front of him.
Hundreds of Qiankun bags flew out from the crack and landed neatly on the ground in front of Russell, piling up into a small mountain.
Each bag contained dozens of high-level demon cultivators' inner cores and more than twenty high-quality magic treasures, not to mention the inherited items such as cultivation techniques and practice notes.
The aura of these magical artifacts emanated from the bag, mixing together to form a tremendous spiritual pressure that pushed aside the surrounding air.
"This is your deposit; the remaining half will be given to you later."
"Gulp." Russell swallowed hard, much to his chagrin.
It has to be said that the deposit alone is more than his current wealth.
This Demon Lord is far too extravagant! With such a generous offer, it's hard for him to refuse!
But Jing Tian had been through life and death with him, fighting side by side among the poisonous creatures. Selling him off like this felt a little wrong.
No, I have to stay calm!
"That's right, Jing Tian is my dearest friend and brother. I would never betray my brother! That's my bottom line!" Russell straightened his back, indicating that he would not yield for personal gain.
"Hmm?" Chonglou looked at Russell in surprise. According to the information he had received, Russell and Fei Peng had known each other for no more than three days. Had they developed such a deep friendship in just three days?
No wonder he's the reincarnation of Fei Peng; even his ability to make friends is so strong.
Chonglou nodded secretly, his tone softening slightly: "After I finish my battle with Fei Peng, you can go to the Demon Realm's treasure vault and choose any items you like. Don't worry, I only want to fight Fei Peng; I won't take his life."
Russell: "————"
What else is there to say?
"Demon Lord, this way please. I know a shortcut."
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