Shen Gongbao Great Sage Persuading Death Immortal

Chapter 385 Daluo Ruthlessness
When Shen Gongbao returned to his divine state, he had already been escorted out of Yaochi and was being rushed towards the Heavenly Prison. Ordinary gods and immortals did not dare to contact him, and not even the celestial maidens or the strong men had seen him.

The only god in charge of monitoring this disaster star wears a simple robe and walks barefoot through the thirty-three heavens. Every step he takes is in accordance with the Tao.

"Barefoot Immortal?!"

Shen Gongbao narrowed his eyes and recognized this famous immortal.

Different from other powerful Daluo masters, this barefoot immortal is a legend. He is not from the three religions, nor does he belong to Buddhism, or even to any Taoist school.

He is a genuine immortal who grew up slowly, step by step, and proved his existence as a Daluo.

Barefoot is his Taoist name and also a reflection of his life.

Or to put it more vulgarly, he is not afraid of wearing shoes when he is barefoot. As a genuine independent person, he does not follow the will of any leader and has his own thoughts and ideas.

Such a Daluo is the leader of all the heavens, and all the ancestors of the worlds keep their distance from him and treat him with respect.

Because an unrestrained Daluo person is more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything, just like a shit stirrer that can make the leader sick to death.

As the saying goes, one is willing to sacrifice his life to bring down the emperor. Once a great master is desperate and willing to sacrifice his life to cause destruction, even the leader may not have time to react.

Even if he reacted, the leader's opponents would definitely stop him and then watch the show with gloating.

There is a delicate balance maintained between the heavens. When everyone is evenly matched, the decision made by any Daluo will affect the changes on the chessboard.

Facing this Daluo that the leader of the sect, the Emperor of Heaven, wanted to win over, Shen Gongbao naturally wanted to make a good relationship with him, so he inquired: "I heard that the immortal was born as a casual cultivator and achieved the immortal Daluo fruit. I am also a casual cultivator and have heard of your name for a long time."

The barefoot immortal looked back and laughed, "Friend Shen, you are from the Chan sect. Yuanshi Tianzun is sitting there as an immortal. How can you be a random person? Even if I am from the Asura clan, I have the support of the Styx Patriarch, so I am also a wealthy and powerful person."

"To deceive like this is unworthy of a human being."

Seeing that the barefoot immortal was talking and laughing with him, and not treating him like a prisoner, Shen Gongbao immediately bowed in his heart and said frankly: The immortal is a Daluo, and it is natural for him to recognize my identity, but this wanderer is not referring to my identity, but a heart of Tao that transcends the world and is not bound by constraints! "

"You are in a vortex, how can you talk about Taoism?" The barefoot immortal shook his head and said, "You are not in control of yourself, you are destined to be in the dust."

"It is precisely because we are in the vortex that we must fight hard!" Shen Gongbao said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Jump out of the chessboard amidst the struggles of countless powerful beings."

"What do you mean by jumping off the chessboard is constantly causing disasters?"

The barefoot immortal sighed and said jokingly, "Your resistance has caused countless lives to fall into dire straits."

"Didn't the Immortal come here this way back then?"

Shen Gongbao was silent for a moment, and said quietly, every Daluo who achieves enlightenment must go through a bloody storm, and no one can escape it, and it can only be made up for afterwards.

"Indeed."

The barefoot immortal nodded, and then stopped by a fairy pond. There was no one around. He suddenly turned around and asked coldly, "But, do you know that half of the Taiyi sects you killed in the East China Sea were my disciples?"

For a moment, Shen Gongbao was stunned, and then his whole body turned cold.

The originally enthusiastic barefoot immortal suddenly changed his stance, which became his biggest crisis.

Who could have imagined that a free and easy immortal would have so many disciples!
This is a misconception. It is not only the big sects that have many disciples. When the big sects were first established, their founders were independent cultivators.

In other words, only the most capable independent cultivators who have defeated their peers are qualified to establish their own sect.

From this perspective, he is not only the barefoot immortal, but also the Three Pure Ones Taoist priests from the ancient times, and the independent cultivators occupying Mount Kunlun.

Time passed by little by little, white clouds moved away, and everything was quiet.

Shen Gongbao was very nervous and prepared all kinds of magical powers, such as reciting the name of Tianzun Patriarch and asking for help from them, but he never waited for the barefoot immortal to take action.

After a moment, he turned around stiffly and asked in a hoarse voice: "Why didn't the Immortal take action?"

"Take action, why do you want to take action?"

The barefoot immortal looked at the auspicious clouds and mist beside the immortal pond and said calmly, "Shen Gongbao, your attitude of provoking all living beings and stirring up a murderous calamity does make me unhappy, but this is not a reason to kill you."

The white clouds, waved by the barefoot immortal, turned blood red, depicting the scene of Shen Gongbao's killing spree and projecting the death of every person that year.

"Not a reason?"

Shen Gongbao looked at the blood-colored mist, extremely surprised: "Aren't these reasons enough?"

"Of course it's not enough." The barefoot immortal threw a handful of bait and fed it to the golden dragon carp in the fairy pond. He looked at the fish jumping out of the water one after another, scrambling for food, and said calmly: "If you are clever and skillful, you can paint a picture of mountains and rivers, and draw lifelike people on it. Looking at your masterpiece, you will be filled with joy."

"One day, a foolish boy, under the persuasion of others, burns your paintings. What will you do?"

"Kill him or beat him up."

Most people choose the latter, because no matter how precious a painting is, it cannot compare to a person.

This is also the choice of almost all Ronaldinho.

Shen Gongbao stood there in a daze, looking at the blood-red cloud and the little people in it, lost in thought for a long time, unable to forget that everything they had experienced, their hatred and greed towards him, was just a painting.

"Shen Gongbao, at this point, don't you understand?"

The barefoot immortal shook his head and waved his hand. The blood-colored mist in front of him instantly turned green, revealing the power of creation and giving birth to a meaning of rebirth.

The figures killed by Shen Gongbao appeared one by one, men and women, old and young. When they saw the barefoot immortal, they were extremely surprised and bowed together, saying, "We thank our ancestor for saving us from the demons."

"Let's go."

The barefoot immortal waved his hand, and time flowed and space changed, sending them into another long river of time, turning them into constants without any variables.

Failure in the main heaven is just a node. On another time branch, they are still alive.

"Friend Shen, did you see it?"

"This is Da Luo!"

The barefoot immortal was both indifferent and enthusiastic, and he also said with a hint of regret and sigh: "I naturally pity my disciples, but their life and death only depends on the will of Daluo. Under Daluo, they live or die."

"They are just a string of data. I can restore them at any time. But you are a person."

Rumble!
Shen Gongbao was struck by a bolt from the blue, his mind went blank, and only four words emerged in his mind - Daluo is ruthless!
At this moment, he finally understood why only Daluo had human rights.

Summer insects cannot talk about ice, who would be friends with a string of data? Daluo’s only friend is Daluo, and Daluo’s only enemy is Daluo.

Those Daluo who are immersed in data and obsessed with paper people are the outliers among Daluo and are not recognized by the mainstream of the prehistoric world!

This is the truth about Daluo.

Even though he had heard about it from Tianzun and Guangchengzi before, Shen Gongbao still shuddered when the scene really happened to him.

"I can't treat my friends and family as illusions like the great immortal does."

Shen Gongbao said in a deep voice: "They are human beings in my eyes."

"What does it have to do with me? You are not the only one who is obsessed with paper figures." The barefoot immortal sneered, looked up at the sky, and said meaningfully: "There are also people who like the clay figures they made themselves. Don't you think it's strange?"

(End of this chapter)