Heart Survey

Chapter 2790 Unsnowed
The north wind blows loudly, and dark clouds press down like flags.

Wang Yiwu lifted the curtain and entered.

His tall, slender figure resembled a lean spear, growing ever more gleaming with the passage of years of battle. His steps remained precise and measured, rooted firmly to the ground. Only his deep-set eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist; the frost of murderous intent ironically softened his features.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he said.

His voice was colder; war is the best way to cut away superfluous emotions. The closest distance between life and death makes one forget why they went so far in the first place.

Lynx Yu, impaled on the rack with the shackles, suddenly raised his head, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes beneath his disheveled hair: "Wang Yiwu—do you think you've won against me? You've only reaped the benefits without lifting a finger; your victory is dishonorable!"

He has been locked in this command tent for three days.

Three days ago, the Allied Forces of the Heavens suffered a complete defeat, and the main force of the Demon Race retreated. The Demon Emperor used [Zai Mo] to smash the Blood Gate of Homecoming.

He, the top general of the younger generation of the demon race, was also among the warriors who were abandoned.

He volunteered to compete with Wang Yiwu in Yuyu Chenzhou. This was not only to continue the previous rivalry between the two sides in the demon realm battlefield, but also because this powerful Qi army was sweeping through Yuyu Chenzhou, and a capable general had to step forward, take responsibility, and stop their advance.

He is the successor to the position of commander of the Wuling Army. Wang Yiwu is the last disciple of the God of War of the Great Qi, and he is very likely to be the one to take command of the Tianfu Army in the future.

This match was evenly matched in every respect.

He took over the competition for Yuyu Chenzhou only after Wang Yiwu had established a solid stronghold and won many battles. Although he failed to defeat Wang Yiwu in a direct confrontation, he successfully curbed the Qi army's expansion momentum of "ten cities in seven days".

In duels between generals and cavalry, he might be on par with Wang Yiwu. But in commanding large armies and in strategic planning, he believed he was superior.

Unfortunately, by the time he participated in the competition for Yuyu Chenzhou, Wang Yiwu had already established himself, successfully connected the Heavenly Road, and had the continuous support of the current hegemonic state, so there was no way for him to be uprooted.

In the fierce battle at Shenxiao that lasted for more than a year, he and Wang Yiwu attacked each other, with each side experiencing victories and defeats. He originally planned to proceed slowly and methodically, but unexpectedly, the situation changed drastically in a single day.

By the time this landslide, which started from the top, reached Yuyu Chenzhou, it had become nothing but a gushing torrent.

He could neither join them nor save the situation. He volunteered to cover the rear of the main force, but was crushed by the enemy and became a prisoner.

When Wang Yi Wu defeated his "arch-enemy," he did nothing at all, not even a sarcastic remark, and left him hanging for three whole days!

He certainly understood—

Shenxiao is not a fleeting illusion, but a vast world capable of supporting the prosperity of an entire race. The infinite possibilities created by Yuzhen give this world an extremely high potential.

The legacy of the Great War of Myriad Realms has enriched the foundation of the Divine Firmament Great World.

In terms of "world value", the Divine Firmament Great World can almost dominate the universe at present, second only to the Demon Realm.

The defeated Allied Forces of the Heavens were a rich resource in themselves, as was the Divine Firmament Great World, the battlefield. The division of spoils after the war was a rather complex task.

Wang Yiwu must have been busy expanding his territory, dividing gold, and feasting on meat during this period. The fact that he remembered to return to camp after three days already shows that he, Wang Yiwu, was quite influential.

This made his lips and teeth taste bitter.

“You’re right. The reason we’ve had this victory isn’t because I, Wang Yi Wu, am better than you, Lynx Yu, but because the human race is better than the demon race.”

Wang Yiwu calmly acknowledged Lynx's words and slowly walked to the rack: "But there is nothing to be ashamed of. You and I both understand that only results matter on the battlefield. I am proud of the strength of our human race and consider it an honor."

Lynx looked at Wang Yiwu.

This person had removed their armor and was dressed in a dark green martial arts uniform, with explosive power seemingly flowing beneath it. Apart from a pendant with a starlight chain, they wore no other adornments, appearing remarkably simple.

Just like this command tent.

As the absolute core of the Qi Kingdom in Yuyu Chenzhou, this command tent was completely lacking in grandeur befitting its status. It was like this even before Lynx Yu was imprisoned here.

The tents were large and empty, as if they could be filled with swords and spears at any moment.

There were no superfluous decorations, except behind the commander's seat, which hung a portrait of a thousand different people.

Wang Yiwu didn't seem to appreciate elegance; this painting of all living beings wasn't hung there, but rather held up on a narrow platform—it looked more like it was placed there for worship.

The figures in the painting are so lifelike, each one seems to have a story to tell.

If it weren't for the absence of incense smoke from the burner, Chongshiyu would almost have suspected that this soldier, who often risked his life in battle, was secretly practicing some kind of supernatural practice.

The rack with the lynx nailed to it stood right in the center of the commander's tent, making him seem like the core pillar of the tent.

He could indeed feel himself supporting this place—the power of his demonic body surged out through those wounds, and was eventually swallowed up by this tent.

Lynx sighed resignedly and finally said, "I seriously doubt where the rumors of Wang Yiwu's arrogance came from. Shouldn't you let me go and give me another chance to prove your invincible confidence?"

“If you were human, and this battle were between just the two of us, I would do the same. I would give you countless chances until you were completely convinced, or until I got bored,” Wang Yiwu said calmly. “But today, we are each the commander of an army, fighting for our respective races. I don’t think you would use the lives of your brothers to fuel your arrogance.”

As a seeker of truth, he seemed even more arrogant, but as a general, he was truly clear-headed.

Lynx had never relaxed his research on this opponent, but only now, after his defeat, did he realize that he hadn't seen things clearly before. He pursed his lips, remaining silent.

"The Wuling Army is a glorious army, and I have benefited greatly from your use of cavalry—" Wang Yiwu did not say anything else, but instead discussed the tactical arrangements of the two sides' battles over the past period, reviewing each action very seriously.

Lynx replied casually, seemingly not in a hurry.

After all, it was a war with a clear outcome, and the discussion quickly came to an end.

Wang Yiwu ended the debriefing with a nod, then turned and walked out, as if his purpose in coming today was simply to conduct a debriefing.

Lynx remained silent, slowly closing his eyes, seemingly ready to rest.

The tent flap was lifted, and the cold wind rushed in like a staggering drunkard. The drunken babbling was the screams of demon warriors being tortured in the nearby tents.

"Say it!"

Lynx opened his eyes: "What brings you here today?"

He gave a self-deprecating smirk: "You can't just be here to admire the loser's posture, can you?"

Wang Yiwu lowered the tent flap and turned halfway to the side: "Your emperor has abandoned you. So far, there are no signs of a counterattack, nor any rescue efforts."

Generally speaking, the best time to break through an enemy's psychological defenses is when you defeat them, because defeat is always accompanied by great vulnerability, and intense emotional fluctuations are a vulnerability in themselves.

However, this does not apply to Lynx.

This opponent will not falter even in the face of true despair.

Therefore, Wang Yiwu was never in a hurry. The reason he only waited three days was because this was a crucial time juncture.

“Where is there any chance for the demon race to launch a counterattack? Saving me is like adding fuel to the fire, an unwise choice.” Lynx sighed softly: “You say give up… We all know that war is the art of giving up. I have abandoned pawns before, and so have you.”

Wang Yiwu looked at him quietly for a long time before saying, "The moment a piece is removed from the chessboard, it is no longer responsible for the game. You fought to the last moment, your suicide attempts were stopped several times, and you have persisted until now without doing anything to harm the demon race... You have done right by everyone."

"Persuade me to surrender?" Lynx asked.

Wang Yiwu slowly wrapped the bandage around his forearm: "Look, can you give me this chance, and give yourself a chance too?"

“Now that things have come to this, I don’t need to insist anymore. But if you want me to help you deal with the demon race, you should give up on that idea.” Lynx raised his eyes: “I’ll tell you what I can do, and then you can decide whether you want to give me this opportunity.”

Wang Yiwu nodded slightly: "I would like to hear the details."

“I was captured in Shenxiao, and my battlefield is only in Shenxiao. Now that my clan has abandoned this world, I can help you win the competition here.”

Lynx spoke slowly, each word clear: "You should know about the demon race's understanding of Shenxiao. The demon race's plans for Shenxiao predate everything else. And I have high authority, so there are many things I can do."

Dividing the spoils is a wonderful thing, and it's also the moment that best demonstrates the power of fists and the sharpness of swords.

Currently, all factions of the human race are vying for a share of the same pot in the Divine Firmament Great World, making friction inevitable and conflicts bound to occur.

If there is an "unequal distribution of spoils," the human army, which has just won the victory over Shenxiao by force, is likely to habitually resort to force.

The great war among the heavens in the Divine Firmament world has ended, but a civil war among the human race is not out of the question.

Of course, mastering the timing and technique is a true test of skill.

The fact that humanity could suppress the Allied Forces of the Heavens to this extent shows that it is not lacking in wisdom, but wisdom is often accompanied by ego. The boundaries between egos are usually only established through scabbed wounds.

"So... what are the conditions?" Wang Yiwu asked.

Lynx said, “Give me your freedom. I promise you I will never leave the Divine Firmament World.”

Wang Yiwu shook his head: "I don't have that much energy to be wary of you. A situation where neither of us can harbor any further thoughts is the best choice for us."

Lynx remained silent for a long time before saying, "Then, treat my captured men better. Even if they're just pigs waiting to be slaughtered, don't beat and scold them all day long, don't you think?"

“That’s perfectly reasonable.” Wang Yiwu agreed without any surprise: “When two armies clash, both sides suffer casualties, and acts of retaliation are inevitable, but this is not allowed by military law. As for the treatment of prisoners, I will have Chief Clerk Wen draft the regulations and issue them directly as military orders.”

He cut straight to the point: "Tai Su Yu Tong was born from the Five Primordial Spiritual Lights, and is at least the destined protagonist of a certain era in the Divine Firmament World. The demon race has been cultivating the Divine Firmament for so long, they shouldn't miss the opportunity to place their bets on him—do you have any suggestions for me?"

"The Supreme Jade Child, born of the Five Primordial Spirits, was born with the Dao, influenced by Heaven and Earth, and ascended to the pinnacle. He can be said to be the descendant of the Divine Firmament. He is an attempt by the Divine Firmament Heavenly Dao, and also bears the responsibility of correcting its errors." Lynx Master quickly got into character as well: "If the general wishes to act on behalf of Heaven's mandate, he might as well befriend him. If he wishes to suppress Heaven's Dao as well, he might as well be used to verify the boundaries of Heaven's will. If he is to be hostile to Heaven, then he should be destroyed quickly."

The Shenxiao world has become a battlefield for extraterrestrial races, and the native Shenxiao beings are powerless to resist, which is certainly a "mistake".

Mistakes in development.

Just like the birth of the Yeluo Clan, which was due to the destiny of the demons, but the demons lost to the humans.

The Way of Heaven is not free will; as the aggregation of world order, it is "result-oriented." The demon race lost, therefore demons are inferior to humans.

Heaven needs a more perfect chosen one to carry out its will, maintain world order, and ensure that the world always remains in a state of perfect operation according to the Heavenly Way.

Thus, the Fallen Celestial Race was born.

Of course, the final fate of the Yelu tribe is well-known.

Verifying the boundaries of Heaven's will, and even suppressing the Heavenly Dao... this is precisely what the human race in the present world has been doing.

While Lynx may appear to be merely listing options, he has in fact already made the decision for her.

“The Jade Child of the Primordial Chaos is blessed with a divine mandate. In this world of the Divine Firmament, he cannot be regarded as an ordinary cultivator…” Wang Yi Wu pondered, “Killing him would probably be quite troublesome, wouldn’t it?”

"For Qi, this level of supreme power is hardly a problem. The only problem lies in interference from other sides." Lynx Master Yu said confidently, "Before the chaos of Shenxiao was divided, our clan had already made its move. With the Yuanxi Demon Cauldron, we recited the 'Ancient Scripture,' and the Five Primordial Elements were all imbued with its power. The Tai Su Jade Boy is the Tai Su Spiritual Light, born with Shenxiao. I have the 'Demon Nature Method' passed down by Emperor Yuanxi, which can awaken its demonic nature for a moment and extinguish its spiritual awareness in an instant, helping you to kill it with one blow."

Wang Yiwu nodded: "This matter needs further consideration, but I have already seen Brother Lynx's sincerity."

"By the way—" His tone was somewhat casual: "There is a guy named Ling Xihua, who is called Morogana. He performed brilliantly in this war. It is said that the creator of Morogana is Hu Taisui. Where did he go? Since Shenxiao opened the door, there has been no trace of him, and there has been no news of him."

"Tiger Celestial Venerable? Compared to the battles on the front lines, his greater value lies in creation, in enhancing the demon race's war potential. As for what he's doing, I can't say." Lynx Master said with some bitterness, "You'll find out when you reach Purple Grass Hills in the future..."

What can the Tiger Tai Sui do?
It's nothing more than expanding the Eldar race and the Maragara.

If the problem of reproduction can be solved, the Purple Hills might be able to form an army.

Wang Yiwu said casually, “Before Shenxiao opened the door, the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord challenged the Ape Immortal Court, Qilin Guanying, and Tiger Tai Sui to battle at the same time, but none of them dared to accept. Now Qilin Guanying has fled to the universe in the Doubu Heavenly Palace, Tiger Tai Sui is hiding in his lair, and the Ape Immortal Court, which has the most killing power, has actually given up... It’s really something to be moved by.”

"The Celestial Venerable of the Ape Immortal Court was entrusted by the Celestial Venerable of the Macaque to protect the Celestial Venerable of the Cicada Startling Dream. At the same time, he was also responsible for guarding the sleeping place of the Celestial Venerable of the Macaque to prevent it from being disturbed."

Lynx Master Yu was quite forthcoming: "His Majesty the Demon Emperor also intends to leave him to guard the rear. After all, he is a seed of transcendence, and perhaps he can find inspiration for a leap forward."

Wang Yi Wu smiled and said, "I don't think it's that simple."

“We did prepare many measures…and didn’t you?” Lynx Yu raised his eyes, and finally just sighed wearily: “We made too many preparations for this war. But now the war is over.”

“Yes…the war is over.” Wang Yiwu turned around and walked out of the tent.

The heavy curtains hung down.

The leaves clattered together.

Wang Yiwu, clad in his armor, stepped into his battle suit.

The blood energy emanating from the soldier entered his body with each breath, resembling two blood-red dragon whiskers.

His steed neighed silently, and behind him stood a line of iron cavalry, as vast and silent as a mountain. Only the deep, resonant beat of his heart resonated.

To his left was a rider in light leather armor, named "Registrar" but in charge of all the complicated affairs of military supplies and logistics.

“It’s confirmed. Tiger Tai Sui is guarding the Purple Grass Hills to solve the problem of the Spirit Clan’s reproduction.” Wang Yi Wu put down his armor, leaving only his cold eyes: “If Lynx Master Yu wants to plot against me, he’s also aiming at Jade Universe Continent. There’s no need for him to deceive me with this information.”

Wen Lianmu said nothing, simply turning his horse around and returning to the army formation. Wherever he passed, the wind calmed the waves. Any discord within the ranks was erased. One battle flag after another was raised.

Only Wang Yiwu held the reins with one hand, urging his horse forward slowly.

The command tent and the prison lock are just manifestations of the military demon. Lynx Yu is no longer in Yu Yu Chen Zhou. He has been imprisoned in Wang Yi Wu's military domain all along!
Then he raised his fist and held it horizontally to his right.

It collided with an armored hand that was raised at the same time.

Then the wind howled and the battle flags were raised!
The surging tide of soldiers and demons resembled a dragon raising its head, creating towering peaks.

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and a lone rider galloped in. In the blink of an eye, the white horse had passed.

The one who rode up here and exchanged fists with Wang Yiwu was a warrior in white robes and riding a white horse, with unparalleled elegance! He had a bright moon sword hanging at his waist and a gleaming silver spear in his hand, and he arrived as if covered in snow.

This legendary spear has long been passed down to Ji Sansi.

But he specifically retrieved the gun today.

Because the direction of ten thousand horses and ten thousand armies is... ahead lies the Purple Grass Hills.

"The winter snow that should have come long ago has made these hills wait far too long." Ji Zhaonan gazed ahead, his gaze growing heavier, as if overturning countless years of looking back.

In just three days, Wang Yiwu arrived in the Heavenly Prison World from the Divine Firmament World. Almost immediately after the Divine Firmament's great victory and capture of the Lynx Master, he began preparing for this campaign.

The one currently in charge of Yuyu Chenzhou is... Chen Zeqing.

Because of the Blood Soul Ants, he couldn't come to the Demon Realm in person. He could only take Wang Yi Wu's place and stay in Yu Yu Chen Zhou to fight for the interests of the Qi Kingdom.

But the planning of this war was done by him personally.

At a time when the Shenxiao realm was just beginning to recover, the demon race was licking its wounds, and the various factions of the human race were vying for interests... he created an opportunity to attack the Ziwu Hills through battlefield maneuvering.

The biggest problem in their current campaign against the tiger is that their master, Jiang Mengxiong, the military genius of the Great Qi, is still locked in a standoff with them in the ancient starry sky and has not yet returned. It's unclear when that transcendent tea break will end.

But precisely because of this, the Tiger Tai Sui will not be very vigilant.

The wind grew colder, and the snow fell heavier.

To cover this operation, Xiu Yuan, the commander of the Prisoner's Army, launched a massive "Domain-Seizing Offensive" on the Xianshan battlefield, clearly intending to seize the Divine Fragrance Flower Sea after Lu Ximing's death, and not let Jing Kingdom monopolize the spoils.

Even Li Zhengshu, the chief scholar of Donghua Pavilion who had already reached the pinnacle, came to Xianshan to provide support.

The two cavalry forces led by Wang Yiwu and Ji Zhaonan respectively made their way through the enemy lines, covering thousands of miles, and then met here, together numbering 70,000.

The main forces are [Wind Chaser] and [Lightning Prisoner].

The dark green armor and the snow-white armor bumped fists at each other.

The cavalry behind the two men also converged like a flowing river.

They each rode their own warhorses, the Green-Maned Jade-Scaled Horse and the Snow Dragon Horse traveling side by side, first moving slowly, then gradually accelerating, and finally galloping.

Their hooves thundered!

The Purple Grass Hills were shaken today.

People will never forget Rao Bingzhang.

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"Tiger Tai Sui... He was given so many resources and so much support. The war has been going on for over a year. What has Tiger Tai Sui done?"

"They even borrowed Master Fu Hai's notes. They promised a million spirit race members, starting with the Inner Palace of Divine Power. But when the war came, they only had three hundred Demon Garanas—all of whom were created by the Black Lotus Temple using secret methods to extract the spirits of that Ling Xihua and convert them into demons—and they couldn't even make a ripple!"

"What kind of spirit race is this? They're just mules! They can't even reproduce, so they can't be called a race at all!"

"And they're pushing all the blame onto us?"

"We've fought this far, we've given it our all, what else can we do?!"

The shouts of several sea creature generals could be heard from outside.

This is the only pleasure for the loser.

They blame each other, shift the blame for their failures, and shift the responsibility to others...

We find solace in blaming others for our own suffering; that's the kind of pleasure we find in living—we always have to live.

Jiao Ming opened her eyes in the viscous "eye fluid," the azure liquid climbing up to her like a living thing, crowding around her.

This is an eyeball over ten feet long, suspended in the air, like a sealed, semi-transparent chamber.

The perfect ketone body, so proud and flawless, is faintly visible in the eye drops.

The sounds of the entire whale ship flowed around her ears.

She understood the harsh insults. She also heard that a large part of the unspoken curses stemmed from her own resentment.

From His Majesty Gaojie to the Dragon King of the East Sea, all the high-ranking members of the sea tribes placed great hopes on her.

Her innate talent for becoming an emperor was renowned worldwide, and she indeed accomplished it step by step.

But with the times so vibrant and the struggles so fierce, simply climbing to the top step by step can no longer be considered her honor.

The slogan "Jiang Wang is the pride of the human race" has been chanted for many years, but what about now?

"Humanity's Pride" achieved unparalleled victories on every battlefield, surpassing all others. But what did this true "Pride" actually do?
Killing Ruan Qi and seizing Xiang Bei are both major events, but they pale in comparison.

Her performance fell short of expectations, especially when the sea tribe desperately needed her to shine!
In this war of the gods that affected all the heavens, she hardly appeared on the front lines, always wandering in the darkness, constantly replenishing herself.

But before it could reach the peak she had envisioned, the war had already ended.

Her carefully laid plan to turn the tide now seems like a stillborn child.

The eyeball left behind by His Majesty Gaojie is surely a warm womb, carrying the hopes of the sea people and the desire to nurture the future of their race.

In the end, that's all she was like.

Pride remained calm. She grappled with the bitterness of defeat and the taste of despair.

The azure and other colors faded away, leaving only a ball of clear water.

Wow~
She lifted the cap from her eyeballs, stood up, and landed on her bare feet, which were as white as jade.

Wu Sheng, who was serving her, stepped forward and draped the imperial robes over her shoulders.

She walked through the soft, warm corridor of flesh, looking out at the desolate void of the universe through her eye windows.

The main force of the sea creatures has withdrawn to the vast ocean, and the once-hidden war camps have been dismantled. Only this whale-ship remains adrift in space.

The deep blue whale, like a thick snot bubble, drifted endlessly in the void of space.

Everything here is designed to serve her.

The sea creatures have invested too much in the plans she carries out.

One of them is the eyeball that Wan Tong left behind.

I kept forty-nine of them, and now I only have three left.

Each eyeball can help the Emperor repair his physical body and also help the True King elevate his physique, increasing his chances of becoming the Emperor.

Wan Tong gave all his life to Jiao Ming, just so that she could achieve a perfect leap forward.

"If the Spirit Race failed to form an effective fighting force, then what about the Corpse Nightmare Demon?" Jiao Ming glanced at Wu Sheng, who was bowing his head, and asked.

The Allied Forces of the Heavens started with the Crimson Emperor Yan Renxian, set their sights on the Dan Kingdom, and used the pills to transform corpses into the Corpse Nightmare Demon.

This was supposed to be a preemptive strike that dealt a heavy blow to the human race during a stalemate in the war.

However, after more than a year of stalemate on the Shenxiao battlefield, Hu Tai Sui has yet to activate his grand technique to awaken the "Corpse Nightmare Demon," a new race in the Corpse Path.

A strange triangular mark appeared on the window of his eye as Jiao Ming asked his question.

An eye is carved on every corner, as if all things in heaven and earth are watching you.

It brought an answer from afar—

"Now is not the time."

"Firstly, the war between Shenxiao and Shenxiao has only lasted for a little over a year, and many of the human corpses that died in the war were buried on the spot, and not many were sent back to the mortal world."

"Secondly, the Evil Immortal Emperor died in battle, and there is no news of the Ancestral Corpse Qingyan."

"The Corpse Nightmare Demon was originally created to assist in the transcendence of the Corpse Path. Once transcendence is achieved, with the assistance of the Corpse Nightmare Demon, it will create another deadly place in the present world, greatly affecting the power of the human race."

"Whether it is the achievement of the Evil Immortal Emperor or the achievement of the Ancestral Corpse Qingyan, both are things that the heavens would be happy to see. But in the end, neither of them came to pass."

"Currently, there is no news of the chaos and the graves have disappeared. Even if we awaken all the Corpse Nightmare Demons, it will only be a minor ailment, and the human race will be wiped out in the blink of an eye. Rather than wasting our efforts, we should leave it for later."

Jiao Ming continued to move forward, and Wu Sheng followed closely behind.

She could clearly see how much the soul born from the body of this scion of the Great Chu aristocratic family revered her and how loyal it was to the sea people.

Possessing the ability to read minds, no traitor could conceal their thoughts from her. Even the sea creatures on the whale-ship, though harboring some resentment towards her, suppressed it all and dared not entertain the slightest thought.

Inheriting the wisdom and experience of her predecessor, Wu Sheng is very useful, and she takes him with her wherever she goes.

"Even if they serve no purpose in the end, and the corpses just rot away?" she asked.

The triangular three-eyed mark, as she moved, jumped across different eye windows, bringing a timely response: "I'd rather this plan never have existed than give up on it to gain more possibilities."

"A pure gambler indeed," Jiao Ming commented casually.

The triangular three-eyed mark conveyed a thought: "If winning is a sure thing, who would want to gamble?"

"You used the demon race as one of the mother races of the spirit race, which made you hated by many celestial demons. The Ape Immortal Court even fought against you. Little did you know that the research of the human race's pioneers also started with dissecting living people. The geniuses who truly change the times are often not understood by the times."

Jiao Ming kept moving forward, as if adding to his determination in the process: "Now they have completely let go of you. When there is no other way, they no longer talk about benevolence and morality or ethics."

The man with the triangular three-eyed mark said bitterly, "I'd rather I could only do my research secretly. That would mean there's still hope for the demon race."

Jiao Ming's tone was inexplicable: "This kind of awareness is unlike that of you, the Three Evils Lord."

The mark on the window replied, "I have always pursued only my own strength. But I am also increasingly aware that, apart from the group, even the transcendent are like a tree without roots—it is said that one can fall into the mortal world and transcend, but little do people know that it is all voluntary."

Pride remained silent for a moment.

The mark on the eye window asked proactively, "What are you planning to do next?"

"The war is over, and my people have surrendered. To protect this fragile peace, I will no longer receive any support from Canghai."

Jiaoming calmly said, "But I will still complete the original plan, even if I am the only one left in the end."

The man with the triangular three-eyed mark was silent for a moment: "So you're planning to use that method."

Jiao Ming finally reached the largest cabin and placed his hand on the door knocker: "I have no other choice."

In terms of her own perfection, all she needs to do now is travel to Yuheng Star to seize Guanyan's divine power and complete her [Mind Reading]. Only after completing this step can she proceed with her final plan.

The tea break between them was beyond her control.

If they continue to wait, the outcome is not optimistic. Because the confrontation between the ancient stars will likely end with the death of the Dragon Buddha.

She decided to use the "Soul-Cutting Method" left behind by Master Fu Haixian, dividing herself into nine hundred and ninety-nine parts, and placing each part into a different historical fragment for cultivation.

Once all 999 selves have regained their peak, she will be complete and perfect, without needing to seize another portion of "telepathy".

This method is extremely dangerous; if she suffers even the slightest loss, she will be forever lost in history.

“This is our last conversation,” said the triangular-eyed figure.

"The whale ship will sail into the unknown," said Jiao Ming.

"Good luck."

"May you live."

Jiao Ming pushed open the door.

Looking at the sea creature generals gathered in this cabin, she calmly said, "I will use the 'Tracing Back' technique, borrowing the true forms of your sea lords."

Just moments ago, they were cursing the demon race, the Asuras, the demon race, the human race, and everything except themselves... Now, there is not even a breath of air.

They were remnants of a defeated army, deserters from the battlefield. They cursed, drank, made solemn vows, yet were filled with despair.

Waiting for the sea creatures, Waiting for Liang, ultimately waited for nothing.

Fuchikichi, who cried out "Bury me in this world" before his death, will probably never be able to fulfill his last wish.

But just as Emperor Tianxi Haizhu said before his death—

"Never forget this spirit, and strive to improve yourself even in the face of humiliation."

When Yuanji died in battle, some of his Divine Nether Flying Cavalry soldiers surrendered to the human race in accordance with his last wishes.

No sea creature would despise these warriors.

Because they had all done their best, and "living" was the greatest pursuit of the sea creatures.

Retreating from the mortal world to the vast ocean, under the guidance of the Great Sage Master Yuan Zongsheng, they defiled their own lineage in order to survive, all for the continuation of their race.

Zhan Shou, representing the sea tribe, surrendered and was the first to withdraw from the Shenxiao battlefield, which is also for this reason.

You always need to find a reason to live; complaining is a form of comfort.

But at that moment, no one uttered any harsh words.

After a long silence, a sea creature general whose eye was split open by a knife stood up: "The highest ideal of the sea creature's wise teacher is to return to the perfect dragon of antiquity... Can you achieve it?"

Jiao Ming said expressionlessly, "I can't guarantee it, but I still have a chance."

"Then I'll leave my life to you to try." The scarred sea creature leaned back, his life ending instantly.

His ferocious true form as the Sea Lord was then pulled from the corpse, ultimately turning into a wisp of blue smoke that flew towards his proud destiny.

One by one, the sea tribe generals fell, some leaving their last words, some saying nothing at all... In the end, the room was filled with smoke.

The loyal Corpse Nightmare Demon Wu Sheng stood quietly outside the hatch.

His eyes, shrouded in smoke, held a proud and divine air, like those of a celestial being.

……

……

Wow!
A figure dressed in black night clothes and carrying two swords suddenly emerged from the water.

His obese figure made the narrow knife appear even longer and narrower.

Water droplets clung to his eyebrows and the tips of his hair, his round face resolute and expressionless.

This is a deep, bottomless, and boundless underground river, its waves dark and treacherous, harboring deep-seated malice.

Most of the strange-looking water monsters avoided him. Even those who went forward in a daze did not draw their swords, but instead used the Taiping Secret Technique to retreat.

This is the river where the lingering souls of the wind sighed, and later the place where the "Festival God" attained enlightenment.

It has a divine significance because it participated in the creation of the mythological era in the present world.

Because of its rapids, complexities, and mystique, it is a rare hidden place in the modern world, a place to escape to. Throughout history, many powerful forces have hidden here, and of course, they have also perished here, sinking into the lonely undercurrents of the Shantaixi River.

Feng Shize, the True Lord of the Water Tribe, once led a group of Water Tribe members into hiding here. Later, out of trust in the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord, he emerged from seclusion and revitalized the Water Tribe.

Today, with its vast rivers and intricate waterways, the power of the Water Mansion is a force to be reckoned with in the modern world.

During the stalemate phase of the Shenxiao War, the aquatic army also joined the Shenxiao battlefield, directly clashing with the Allied Forces of the Heavens in the Eastern Sea of ​​Boundless Emptiness, where "all who come are lost".

Even before this, during the first phase of the Shenxiao War, Feng Shize had already taken the initiative to persuade Zhen Liangfeng to surrender.

That was through the Shantai River.

All beings who travel to and from the mortal realm must pay homage at the Heavenly Gate. Only the four Heavenly Gates—east, west, south, and north—which were naturally formed according to the will of the mortal world, can breach the man-made barriers and allow large-scale armies to pass through.

Therefore, "guarding the Heavenly Gate" has always been a key aspect of modern-day external defense.

However, there are also some narrow paths that allow solo travelers to choose, becoming the option for sporadic illegal immigrants.

The Shantaixi River, which possesses divine significance, is such a place.

Moreover, because of its special place in mythology, it can connect many mythological paths and is usually the best choice for communication between gods and deities.

Zhu Dali went through a lot of effort to get here from the war-torn world of Shenxiao. His journey wasn't one of overcoming countless obstacles, but it certainly involved brushes with death.

Leaving aside the inherent dangers of the Shantai River, if he were discovered by humans along the way, he would be dead—as a demon, infiltrating the mortal world, he would most likely not even have a chance to explain himself.

Hovering over the endless dark abyss, he remained silent for a moment.

Then step into the water.

Beyond the River of Good Sighs lies the present world.

The sheer size and weight of the world at the center of all realms made it hard for him to breathe. The real pressure of cultivation levels under the current worldly order, from the Cave True Realm to the Divine Descent Realm, was also proof of this weight.

Breathing the air of this world, feeling the unrestrained flow of primordial energy, and the vast, boundless freedom of the sky and earth.

He immediately understood why those high-ranking members of the demon race, who seemed to have everything, were still so determined to return to the mortal world. This desire had even persisted for several great eras without ever fading.

This is a world without limits.

The end of spiritual practice is the end of the world.

Many cultivators from small worlds leave one realm and come to another large world to start over. Even if they cultivate in a large world, they will still fall into different realms when they come to the present world.

The world is different now. To transcend this world is to achieve liberation.

It represents resources, power, the future, and is a position that couldn't be more real.

It's not that nostalgic people are indulging in the glory of the Heavenly Court, but rather that all living beings... who doesn't yearn for the Heavenly Court?
"Dongming Cave" is one of the eyes of the Thousand Eyes Grottoes, and Zhu Dali is one of the countless explorers throughout history.

At one point, he looked back at the Shantasi River and saw a pure white boat amidst the surging waves.

Upon closer inspection, it was already gone.

Or perhaps it was just a chance glimpse of light from the quarry stones that illuminated the waves.

He didn't pay any attention. He activated the "Taiping Treasure Sword Record," concealing the demonic energy within the sword, and silently walked out of the cave.

Having cultivated to this level, the various secret techniques passed down by the former Master of the Taiping Dao are inevitably somewhat outdated.

The current version of the *Taiping Daodian* was personally perfected by him. Most of the Taiping secret techniques recorded within it were creations of him and Sheguyu, and of course, also benefited from the development of the Taiping Dao in the Shenxiao world. While pursuing his ideals and expanding his organization, the *Taiping Daodian* was also illuminated by the inspiration of the Taiping Dao followers.

But he risked great danger to sneak into the mortal world, not to fight with anyone.

After falling from grace to divine intervention, the "Record of the Taiping Precious Sword" became just the right book to be used.

The location of the river-viewing platform is very clear, and no pair of eyes looking out at the present world can miss it.

He must make it there alive.

……

After traversing the rugged terrain of the Wuyandu Mountains, we gazed upon the vastness of the Tianma Plain.

I've dealt with some questioning and scrutiny.

In the winter when the grass and trees were lightly frosted but no snow had fallen, Zhu Dali finally saw the River Viewing Platform.

When he first arrived in this world, he only dared to measure with his own two feet.

Just like now, when he looks around, he is only using his naked eyes.

I fear that my spiritual senses might offend someone in the mortal world, or that the fluctuations in my Dao energy might alert someone somewhere.

The first thing he saw was a stone tablet carved with a sword.

"Those who commit evil will not be allowed to walk in broad daylight."

He certainly knew of the venerable immortal master Yi Jian, who was known throughout the myriad realms, and he also recognized the famous White Sun Monument.

The eye is first drawn to this monument, and then to the majestic river-viewing platform... and the long, surging river.

The pursuit of his ideals had already tempered Zhu Dali's will into a strong one.

He came into this world without a second thought, never intending to turn back.

But at this point, a sudden sense of fear arose.

He kept pursuing it, and he kept believing in it.

I believe the Way of Peace exists somewhere in the world. I believe there are people like him, who "have a cause for peace in their hearts." I believe the one who guided him to the Way is also silently moving forward, "gazing at the bright moon in the long night, seeking peace for all people."

Even after the creation of the Divine Firmament, and the interaction among all the heavens and myriad realms, the name of Taiping was never heard, nor was there anyone named Taiping.

He knew that ideals that shine too brightly always have to endure longer nights. Only after a long period of silence can a thunderous roar erupt.

He has been accumulating strength for this.

But at this moment, when he saw the River-Viewing Platform, he could even see the primordial energy with his naked eyes—

A mysterious, misty, and vast aura rose from the enormous river-viewing platform, forming a canopy-like structure!
The war of the Divine Firmament has ended, the torrent of humanity is surging, and humanity is flourishing even more... The harvest season has also arrived.

In this Divine War that impacted the fate of all realms, the human race made the greatest contribution, right here at the River-Viewing Platform. The merit bestowed by humanity completely obscured the entire platform.

He was the most outstanding genius of the human race, and also the most ruthless executioner in the human race's decisive battle against all the other races in the heavens.

Humanity rewards merit above all else, and all beings above enmity are the greatest enemies.

The Heavenly Official came to inquire about Taiping.

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