Heart Survey

Chapter 2791 Those who see it will see it, those who know it will understand.

The river-viewing platform is very high.

The roar of the river for hundreds of thousands of years has never changed its silence. The cascading water, covering vast expanses, merely meanders into a white ribbon around its waist.

Zhu Dali felt insignificant more than once.

This is the altar for the eternal Yellow River, the venue for the Yellow River Conference, and the stage where the world's greatest talents gather... So many stories have happened here, all of which have forever changed the world.

Even the identity of a Heavenly Official of the Taiping Dao in the Divine Firmament World is not enough to qualify someone here to raise a flag and protect that person.

Behold the eagle of the past, the warp and weft of Qi, the vast expanse of the aquatic creatures, the square coin representing the contemporary god of wealth, and the square tree of the setting sun representing the peerless god of the sun...

Embroidered banners lined the forest; those of low status were not permitted to enter.

But Zhu Dali still kept moving forward because his ideals were higher than this River Viewing Platform.

The technique he is practicing today is the "Taiping Treasure Sword Record" that he first cultivated.

The twin swords he carried were the same pair he had carried before.

The night clothes he wears today are from the night when his ideals first began... Back then in Moyun City, he still possessed the Taiping Divine Wind Seal. Every night, he would put on his night clothes, transform into a Taiping Ghost Messenger, wield his sword to slay evil gods, and protect the peace of the land.

Looking at the river platform for thirty miles, Zhu Dali encountered a patrolling cavalry.

With fierce men and horses, adorned in dazzling gold, they were an absolutely formidable force, no less powerful than those who dominated the world of Shenxiao in the slightest, according to Zhu Dali.

He kept his sword sheathed and did not resist, but instead introduced himself and his identity.

Before long, a magnificent emerald-eyed steed slowly approached. The powerful rider held the reins with one hand, his posture casual. He wore a heavy bronze mask, revealing only a pair of amorous eyes.

The beauty of those eyes made Pig Dali feel ashamed of himself.

The chill that condensed within almost froze his blood.

He sensed that this person truly intended to kill him and absolutely had the ability to do so.

A year ago, the Qing Shi Rebellion broke out in the State of Qi. The Grand Shepherd King, Zhao Rucheng, led his army south to aid his sworn brother. Halfway through the march, the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord, also known as the Immortal Emperor, killed the False Buddha, and the internal strife in Qi was quelled. The Grand Shepherd King then turned to the Daoist Temple River Terrace to protect the Dao.

This cavalry force was the Yunzhao Division of the Royal Cavalry. Zhao Rucheng transferred a quarter of the elite Royal Cavalry to guard the Guanhetai, where they remained for more than a year.

Zhao Rucheng himself, in particular, often personally patrolled the area, eliminating all potential threats before they could reach him.

Zhu Dali respectfully said, "Back in Moyun City, someone passed on to me the 'Record of the Taiping Treasure Sword,' bestowed upon me the Taiping Divine Wind Seal, appointed me as the Taiping Ghost Messenger, and told me that the world would be at peace, and that there would be lasting tranquility—"

Zhao Rucheng, on horseback, merely cracked his whip to silence him, his voice cold as he asked, "Do you owe him, or does he owe you?"

Zhu Dali was silent for a moment: "Before I met him, I was living in a daze. He guided me and told me the meaning of my life. If I owe him anything, it is only me who owes him."

The blue-eyed steed proudly raised its hooves, and Zhao Rucheng felt as if he were sitting on a cloud: "You say you've always remembered—but have you ever thought about what makes you think you're qualified to get here?"

How could a mere Taiping Dao Heavenly Official, who was perceived as a deity descending upon the mortal world, manage to travel all the way from Shantaixi River to Guanhetai?

The forces they encountered along the way all unanimously relaxed their vigilance!

Zhu Dali already understood the source of Zhao Rucheng's coldness.

He lowered his eyes: "Before I set off, I just wanted an answer. Only after I got here did I realize—the answer was simple for me, but not for him."

The war between the Divine Firmament and the Divine Firmament has been decided, and the world of the Divine Firmament is in complete chaos!
The allied forces of the heavens were either crippled, retreated, or annihilated, while various human factions raced to claim territory and fought over it with great enthusiasm.

The native inhabitants of Shenxiao were in dire straits. The best-case scenario was to use Shenxiao's resources to exchange for obsolete cultivation methods, puppets, array plates, and luxury goods—being exploited in a weak commercial system. The next best option was to become vassals of a certain power, driven by it to plunder other inhabitants. The worst situation was simply having resources to offer, with the choice of how they were divided.

Taking Taipingdao as an example, during the ongoing war between Shenxiao, both sides took the initiative to make goodwill, and Taipingshan was able to maintain a certain degree of neutrality, striving for the interests of the native creatures of Shenxiao.

Once the sea tribes had completely withdrawn, Gong Weizhang stopped mentioning coming to Taiping Mountain to seek guidance.

Wherever the banner points, those who do not surrender will die.

For those who came to pay their respects, Zhu Dali no longer had the right to say whether he would see them or not. His knife could no longer protect the peace.

He came to this world not for himself, but for the dying embers of peace, and even more so for the billions of living beings in the Divine Firmament World!
"Did you really only realize this after coming all this way?" Zhao Rucheng stopped his horse, his gaze growing even colder.

The dust from the journey had clouded Zhu Dali's temples, and the long pilgrimage had worn down his muscles and bones. The magnificent sights he had seen were only a fraction of what he had seen in the world, yet they had already dazzled his eyes!

If achieving peace in Shenxiao is so difficult, what price must be paid in this magnificent world to make our ideals known?
Looking up at the White Sun Monument, he felt a deep sense of heaviness.

Standing before the blue-eyed dragon horse, he tried his best to stand up straight.

“I know who you are, I know he is important to you, and you are important to him.”

“I’m sorry—” he said, bowing his head, “I need an answer too.”

There was no confusion in his eyes. Having arrived here and seen Zhao Rucheng, he no longer had any regrets.

A brush sound.

The white silk was as white as snow.

He had already reversed his grip on the two swords and plunged them into his ribs, tearing his heart and liver apart!

“This scoundrel from Shenxiao has shown utter disrespect to Mu Zhou!” He stared intently at Zhao Rucheng, grinning as he said, “I beg for death to atone for my sins.”

Zhu Dali is no fool for being able to develop Taiping Dao to its current scale and dominate a continent in the Shenxiao World.

From Shantaixi River to Guanhetai, he faced life and death many times along the way, but always managed to escape danger.

It wasn't that he was more powerful than the ancient god Chi Yunshan who crossed the demon realm; it was that his life and death became someone else's game the moment he landed in the mortal world.

Those who were friendly with the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord, or those who wanted to maintain the stability of the world, tried to kill him without leaving a trace.

Those who harbored ill will towards the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord, or ambitious individuals who rejoiced in the current chaos, were actually the main force that saved his life.

However, people like Zhao Rucheng, who always stood on the side of the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord and were considered "one of their own," did nothing.

They rationally understood that preventing Zhu Dali from coming was the best option. Regardless of the attitude or injuries of the person sitting in seclusion on the viewing platform, as long as he remained silent, no one in the world would dare to make a move.

Emotionally, they understand and respect the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord, and know what he would do.

Zhu Dali thus understood the answer of the Taiping Dao Master.

This is enough.

Those who were watching him wanted to use his trip to test the attitude of the person sitting on the viewing platform and to see how badly that person was injured.

He understood that he was being used, but hoped that he would only be used to this extent.

Through him, all parties could discern the attitude of the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Lord—that he treated Zhu Dali and the native creatures of Shenxiao with at least goodwill.

But don't even think about using him to find out the true nature of the River-Viewing Platform by knowing about the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord's injuries.

He was willing to die for his offense, and the Grand Shepherd had reason to lose his temper. Perhaps this was the best outcome.

The journey was arduous, involving traversing mountains and rivers.

To die upon hearing the truth is indeed a blessing!

But when he suddenly found his hand empty and grasped the knife again, his injuries had disappeared.

That weakness, pain, and the scattered consciousness on the verge of death... it's like dust piled up on your body, easily blown away.

Zhu Dali stood there with his knife in hand, and saw the Great Shepherd King on the green-eyed dragon horse, a sword magpie falling from his fingertip.

"We've come this far, there's no reason for you to die." Zhao Rucheng pulled on the reins, spurring his horse past him: "Go on, someone wants to see you at the White Sun Monument."

Given his current level of cultivation, it wouldn't be difficult for him to determine whether Zhu Dali truly committed suicide.

He disliked the trouble the pig demon had brought to his third brother, but he understood that trouble was the result of choices.

Only by erecting a monument in broad daylight can one gain respect, hatred, companionship, and obstruction, thus inevitably distinguishing friend from foe.

Zhu Dali is a seeker of the Way who comes in pursuit of the light, and should not be held responsible for those shadows.

"General—"

Zhu Xiemu, the commander of the Yunzhao tribe, approached on horseback: "There are more eyes outside the first patrol line."

Behind him were two riders, Song Qingzhi and Xie Ruixuan.

The Muqi garrison at Guanhetai was responsible for the food, supplies, medicine, weapons, and all other provisions for the men and horses, as well as the Yun Kingdom.

The Yun Kingdom maintains neutrality, but it also has its own armed forces to protect its merchants. Xie Ruixuan is considered one of the few disciples of the Lingxiao Pavilion of that generation with some military talent. During this time, he was delivering grain and pills, and also took the opportunity to learn from Zhu Xiemuyu.

As for Song Qingzhi, as the direct descendant of the Qinghe Water Mansion, she is the link between the Guanhetai garrison and the Changhe Dragon Palace, and has made rapid progress in the past year.

Zhao Rucheng didn't even turn his head: "Tell the brothers to come out and practice their military formations and ride their horses. They've been resting for too long, lest they all get rusty."

"Rest assured, General." Zhu Xiemu raised his hawk-like eyes, his smile sinister: "Even if our Royal Guard Yunzhao is not the number one cavalry in the world, there are not many that can compare with us. There is not a single one that can make us rust."

Want to see the truth behind the Guanhetai?
First, carefully consider the strength of Yun Zhao's 30,000 cavalry!
The bowl and hoof stepped on thunder and went far away.

Zhu Dali heard a crisp sound as his rattan shoes tapped the ground.

Throughout history, countless heroes have trodden the loess soil that forms this platform until it is so firm.

When he left Victoria Peak, he told Shegu Yu that he would rather be a paving stone skeleton than become a shadow under the Sunbeam Monument.

After traversing countless mountains and rivers, he finally arrived at the Sunrise Monument and discovered that there was no shadow on the back of the monument.

When the sun shines brightly, no shadow is cast beneath it.

Because it does not rely on the sun's rays.

It glows on its own.

Zhu Dali calmed down and looked up at every word on the monument.

At this moment, memories flood back, rising and falling like tides, overturning my mind.

Then he saw the blazing light.

Amidst the interplay of blazing light, a figure emerged, ethereal and noble, with silver hair and snow-white eyes.

A pair of white dragon horns adorned his forehead, and his magnificent robe billowed with flowing clouds.

It slowly floated down in front of the two vertically carved lines of the character "道".

His features are so otherworldly; he is simply gazing at you calmly, yet it feels as if he is far away in the heavens, with a distance between you that can never be reached.

Zhu Dali had never seen this person before, but his portrait had already spread throughout the heavens and the myriad worlds.

Even within the Divine Firmament world, there are spontaneously formed sects that believe in him, though they have never received a response.

He knew perfectly well that this was the legendary "Immortal Dragon Appearance," representing his highest achievement in the path of immortality.

Unless the Celestial Emperor awakens or the Celestial Master is reborn, this celestial appearance is the interpretation and definition of "celestial".

Pig Dali raised his head.

At this moment, he did not look at the dazzling immortal lord, but at the inscription on the White Sun Stele, at the two characters that described "White Sun," which were like the bright sun rising high, shining in all directions.

He saw tangible order and felt its majesty and heat.

It is clear that this white sun monument has stood in the world for a long time and has been repeatedly verified.

In a trance, a graceful and beautiful young woman appeared, drawing lightning with her fingers and stepping on a sword, passing through the mortal realm like a startled swan skimming the snow.

Then there was a sallow-faced young man, carrying a mountain and water load, wielding a rough iron rod. By chance, the rod broke and he drew a sword, and spring returned to the world...

In this round of daylight, countless lights and shadows surged.

Some people call themselves disciples of the Heavenly Palace who have heard the Dao in the morning, while others call themselves the Great Void Walkers who uphold righteousness and justice.

All efforts to eliminate evil in broad daylight are acts of upholding the monument of the sun.

When this rule is put into practice and is followed more and more, this daylight will move from illusion to eternity, possessing the power to change the world.

He had been away from Moyun City for a long time and had struggled in the Divine Firmament World for many years. Today, when they met again, the sun seemed to be pointing the way again!

Zhu Dali felt warmth, yet also a sting; tears welled in his eyes, but he knew he didn't want to cry.

"Will this single sun appear in the world again?"

He asked, "Or does the light only shine on the river-viewing platform?"

The immortal lord, hovering before the White Sun Monument, asked indifferently, "Where did you learn about the White Sun Monument?"

Zhu Dali said, "It is also known orally in the Divine Firmament World."

The higher and farther the immortal seemed, the more his voice remained in their ears. He said, "Those who see it will be enlightened, and those who know it will be revealed."

Zhu Dali was stunned, as if struck by a thunderous boom. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "It's like broad daylight!"

The immortal lord remained expressionless, his gaze cold and detached: "Why have you come looking for me?"

Zhu Dali earnestly said, "The one who pointed me in the right direction promised me peace and allowed me to follow the Way of Peace. I know nothing about this Way, except that 'peace under heaven' is his ideal. The headquarters of the Way of Peace is in 'Mingkong Hanshan'."

"I have been living up to this ideal, and I have been searching for this mountain."

"The Crane Family of Hanshan is the first family west of Yunling."

"Hanshan is also the place where the sages Gongsun Xi and Zou Huiming played ten games of chess and left behind the Tianyan Game."

"Once upon a time, there were cranes on Cold Mountain and the Spring of Immortality on Immortal Mountain. Later, the demon race was defeated and retreated from Heavenly Prison, and the crane family moved away from the Spring of Immortality. The green mountain grew old, hence it became Old Mountain. Cold Mountain has no cranes, only empty cries, hence it is called the Empty Cold Mountain."

“I know that ‘Old Mountain’ is located in the present-day Southern Xia. Long ago, it was the fiefdom of the Marquis of Wu’an of the Great Qi. Later, his title was stripped, and Old Mountain was not transferred to another fiefdom. However, due to the victory in the conquest of Xia, ‘Mingkong Hanshan’ was granted to the Marquis of Bowang. Wu’an and Bowang are as close as family, and the two are inseparable.”

Tears streamed down his face, yet he still looked up, staring directly at the bright sun, his voice calm yet powerful: "I have found the Taoist temple of the Way of Peace, and therefore I have also found the Master of the Way of Peace."

"Is this the Taiping Dao you imagined?" the immortal asked.

“Mingkong Hanshan is just the final verification.” Zhu Dali said, “When the Conferred God Platform issued the glorious mission, I already knew who was conveying my thoughts.”

"The Yellow River Chief of the human race is probably not the Taiping Dao of the demon realm. The identity he told me is not true, and the path he told me about may not exist."

"But the ideal of a peaceful world... I believe it is not a lie."

Beneath the monument to the sun, he too stands tall. Before the radiant light, his gaze is also intense.

The Immortal Lord gazed at Zhu Dali, his voice slow and deliberate: "A perilous journey in the demon realm, a life-or-death struggle. Fate's will is like a knife, every step fraught with trepidation. Some words, I fear, were not fully considered at the time... Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhu Dali didn't move an inch: "Even if he was just spouting nonsense, he never led me to evil. Even if it was just a temporary expedient, he still let me see the light."

"Saving people from suffering and helping those in distress, eliminating evil and wickedness... it's hard to associate that with you." The immortal lord scrutinized him and said, "You've gotten so fat, you look more like a ghee-eater."

"Eating fat and oil leads to obesity."

"One day, the world will be at peace. There will be no starving corpses in the fields, and no hunger pangs among the people. They will eat grass and fat, and grow fat without labor. Whether poor or rich, they will live in peace and tranquility... This is the ideal of the Way of Great Peace."

Zhu Dali looked down and saw only his own belly, a belly so big it could hold the whole world. "I've always fought like this, and I'm afraid I'll forget what I was originally like."

Has the now-unparalleled Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord forgotten the time he struggled in the demon realm?
The celestial lord looked down upon the mortal realm: "I have heard your voice. Hold this celestial decree, return to the Divine Realm, and you shall travel without hindrance."

A jade pendant, woven from boundless brilliance, landed before Pigsy.

The inscription above reads: "Safe passage in and out."

Holding this immortal decree ensures peace. No matter how dire the situation in Shenxiao Palace becomes, or how chaotic the battles rage across the heavens, the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord's wings, already soaring to the heavens, will always protect this bond of ancestral worship.

Zhu Dali knew that this might be his only gain.

Among the many native creatures of Shenxiao who live in constant fear, he has already been granted a pardon. What more could he ask for?
But he ultimately did not raise his hand.

The immortal looked at him without saying a word.

Zhu Dali said, "This life-saving talisman is too heavy; I can't catch it."

He shook his head bitterly: "I know you are not him."

The aloof immortal lord raised his eyes, as if he had finally shown a hint of surprise.

Zhu Dali continued, "But since you're standing here on his behalf, you must be the person he trusts the most."

"I gave it my all to get here."

I just wanted to ask him—

He held his head high, as if he could never lower it again: "Is the ideal of a peaceful world really possible?"

The immortal lord remained silent for a moment, then asked in return, "Where did you first expound on the concept of peace?"

"Many sleepless nights in Moyun City."

Where did you later articulate the concept of peace?

“Golden Universe Yuzhou, Taiping Mountain.”

Where are you now?

"In this world, at the River Viewing Platform."

The immortal lord, suspended in mid-air, sighed: "I think this is his answer."

Zhu Dali smiled broadly.

“In that case, I am comforted.” He still did not take the life-saving charm, but instead opened his arms to show his willingness to die: “Please kill me. I do not have the strength to hold onto this answer.”

"It's alright." The Immortal Lord looked up at the sky and glanced at the canopy of human merit: "With the feedback of this human merit, his injuries are no longer a problem—it's just a matter of attitude. Whoever wants to know, let them come and meet him."

The White Sun Monument stands here.

There is nothing in heaven and on earth that will respond.

Throughout history, there has never been one that has not been encountered!
Zhu Dali raised his hand and took the jade token.

The four characters on the celestial decree have now changed to "Peace Under Heaven".

He kept the order in his pocket, saying, "I will deliver it to Taiping Mountain. As long as the order is with me, I will live; if the order is lost, I will die."

He then turned and left, carrying his two swords.

Bathed in the sunlight, the view became increasingly open as he walked.

They came with difficulty, and left with vast skies and distant lands.

The immortal lord hanging before the White Sun Monument, his frosty hair slightly fluttering, the dragon horns on his forehead faded, and with a blink of his eyes, he was like the bright moon in the sky. His magnificent robes remained, but his demeanor was different.

If the previous moment was the descent of an immortal lord, then this moment is the rising of clouds and the emergence of rosy clouds.

It is serene and exquisitely beautiful, like something out of a dream.

So-called ethereal beauty is nothing more than this.

“Mr. Mu, with this celestial official’s cultivation level, there’s absolutely no way he could see through my difference…” She turned her gaze and asked, “But what flaws are there in my Ruyi Immortal Technique?”

The Demon-Subduing Heavenly Lord is currently in a state where it is inconvenient for him to show himself. Therefore, the Pavilion Master of Lingxiao Pavilion is using the Ruyi Immortal Technique in his place to intimidate the restless hearts of those around the Guanhe Terrace.

She is a celestial being born of heaven. With her mastery of the Ruyi Immortal Arts and her understanding of Jiang Wang, she replicated the form of a celestial dragon before this White Sun Stele. Theoretically, even the most accomplished masters would find it difficult to fathom. Only through direct combat can one truly understand the difference.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Dali saw through her at a glance and knew that she was not him.

The viewing platform on the Yellow River is a grand stage, only open when the winds of change blow. At this moment, the platform is empty, except for the stand where the judges from the previous Yellow River Games sat alone.

The tide of humanity has not missed His myth. His presence grows ever deeper, and sitting there, one feels a profound sense of hope.

Boundless beauty nears dusk.

His pure black eyes were serene, and his smile was reassuring: "Your Ruyi Immortal Technique is naturally without fault. The problem lies in the fact that he is Jiang Wang. The Pavilion Master of Lingxiao is someone who cares about him, and he is someone who faces choices head-on."

Ye Qingyu said that Jiang Wang's words in the demon realm were probably not well thought out; in essence, he just wanted to help him avoid risks. She hoped that he would carefully consider the matter after waking up before making a decision.

But if it were Jiang Wang himself, he would only say... "That's what I wish for."

The seeds sown in the past have blossomed into flowers today.

Whether he wants to or not, he will give a direct answer.

Jiang Wang is still alive, of course.

His aura remained powerful, and even grew stronger.

Qi Guanzhen came to the Guanhe Terrace to see him, and after repairing his body, he said that he would wake up when he wished.

No one knows when that "when will be" will be.

But Ye Qingyu clearly sensed that this day was approaching.

Over the course of this year, the reputation of the Legalist executioner Gong grew, and those who came to him carrying thorns and hanging rulers came in an endless stream.

Sword Pavilion also opened its gates wide, and Sword Pavilion disciples went down the mountain to do chivalrous deeds.

The Scroll of the Void frequently issues missions to eliminate evil, and wanderers travel the world...

All support for the White Sun Monument is support for Jiang Wang.

Maintaining order during the day is the key to healing Jiang Wang.

The reciprocation of good deeds and acts of kindness can completely cleanse the deep-seated problems.

In Mu Fuyao's words, this merit could even be considered enough to elevate him to a higher level.

What will he choose?

Everyone is waiting for an answer.

Just then, Pig Dali happened to walk by.

Just then, a breeze stirred, and a young man with long, flowing hair, white eyebrows, and blue eyes stood still beneath the White Sun Monument.

He looked up at the two characters for "sun" and saw them as the sun at its zenith, and clicked his tongue: "A righteous god, actually moved by a pig demon!"

Since Gu Shiyi devoted himself to Taoism and erected a monument in broad daylight, the moral climate of the world has been rectified, and countless people have become chivalrous. In places like Heguo, the entire nation is devoted to chivalry, and there is no fertile ground for injustice. However, no one has ever truly reached the divine status left by Gu Shiyi, or truly come close to the transcendent "God of Righteousness"!
Today, a pig demon who traveled all the way from the Divine Firmament World actually triggered it?

The original deity did not interfere in human affairs and never visited the River Viewing Platform. His appearance today was only because of his promise to Gu Shiyi.

Mu Fuyao, who had remained calm throughout, suddenly stood up in alarm and also came to the White Sun Monument.

"Now it is time to draw a line." He said solemnly, "The position of the God of Righteousness must not be held by a pig demon."

"Others won't say anything about Gu Shiyi, they'll only say that you, the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord, have actually transcended the demon race!"

"The Buddha taught the Dharma to the gods, and people still hate him to this day."

"Although the Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord has rendered meritorious service to the world, those who hate you do not care about your past deeds."

"The battle of Shenxiao has just ended, but old and new grudges have not yet been settled. These words can kill even a saint!"

How should we define the boundaries of the position of the Righteous God?
Gu Shiyi left behind the Path of Righteousness, inspiring people to be chivalrous, without restricting it to any particular family or household, or naming anyone in particular.

This path is born of righteousness, and whoever can truly interpret the word "righteousness" will come close to it. But only those who are truly gifted, virtuous, and fortunate enough to be chivalrous can embark on the final long journey.

The principles of righteousness are now clear, and we cannot prevent them from moving closer to the righteous.

The only thing we could do was kill Zhu Dali!

“This doesn’t make sense.” Ye Qingyu frowned and said, “Zhu Dali considers himself a being of the Divine Firmament, and does not boast of his demonic form. This sense of righteousness is not something that anyone can influence.”

Mu Fuyao sighed, "If everything could be reasoned with, Gu Shiyi would be a god of righteousness, and there would be no need to leave any path for posterity."

The original deity stood with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent: "To kill a pig without guilt is unjust. If this is done, the monument will be shattered in broad daylight, and righteousness will vanish."

“It’s better than the whole world becoming our enemy and the world’s monuments being torn apart.” Mu Fuyao said, “The Demon-Slaying Heavenly Lord did not attain enlightenment through this, and the Righteous God has nothing to do with him.”

He looked at Ye Qingyu: "You need to make a decision as soon as possible. For now, only we know about this. If it gets out, things could change drastically."

Before Jiang Wang fell into a deep sleep, Xu Yeqingyu had "full authority over his decisions." Her decisions were Jiang Wang's decisions. Therefore, even at a time like this, Mu Fuyao had to ask for her opinion.

“He wouldn’t be willing to do that.” Ye Qingyu shook her head, then looked at Yuan Tianshen: “As great as you are, since you’ve brought this up, surely you have a better way?”

Jiang Wang asked Ye Qingyu to represent him not just because she was the closest to him, but because she understood him the best!

The original god smiled slightly: "These are worldly affairs. As long as they do not involve righteous gods who obstruct the path, I cannot interfere. I cannot change the nature of righteousness, nor can I forcibly kill righteous people. However, given the current situation of Shenxiao, it is not difficult to force this pig demon to become an unrighteous person."

Ye Qingyu paused in surprise and fell silent: "This is worse than killing him."

The original god turned his head leisurely: "Then I have another method—"

At that moment, the inscriptions on the White Sun Stele lit up one by one.

The entire river-viewing platform was enveloped in blazing light.

A voice that everyone present was very familiar with rang out amidst the blazing light.

He said—

"There are righteous gods in the world."

"Born with righteousness, and acting in accordance with righteousness."

"If it has sectarian bias, it is because it respects its teacher's principles. If it has no racial distinctions, it is because it respects its teacher's principles."

“I have a duty to care for, but no right to revise. For I fear that others may disagree with my judgment of right and wrong.”

"Unnecessary interference, drawing a line for this purity."

"What can be done in the world, can also be done in the divine realm."

Upon hearing this, the two characters "Bai Ri" (meaning "daylight") that had been hanging on Yi Ge's hand shone brightly! All the heroes of the world shared his sentiment and yearned for it.

“Master…” Mu Fuyao couldn’t help but advise.

The voice from within the blazing light said, "Don't say that Zhu Dali's ideal is peace and that he considers himself a being of the Divine Firmament. Even if there truly is a great demon, he is even more devoted to righteousness. To prove this righteousness, one must be unrighteous and lose it. He can only uphold righteous deeds and punish evil for the heavens."

"This matter will not harm humanity, but it will benefit all the heavens. If Brother Gu were here, he would certainly agree. After all, the righteous path in the mortal world is full of vicissitudes!"

The original god's gaze shifted slightly as he looked at the vast world, the Realm of Calamity and Emptiness.

For more than a year, Jiang Wang remained in this state, sitting between life and death.

His tone was leisurely: "This is your decision."

In that vast expanse, the being whose path to return is nowhere in the long river of fate, smiled slightly: "Without your approval, righteousness is nothing but empty talk. What would become of chivalry then?"

Yuan Tianshen raised his white eyebrows slightly: "I will keep my promise to Gu Shiyi."

"So it is with me," Jiang Wang's voice echoed from within the Realm of Tribulation and Emptiness.

"Since you have this intention..." Yuan Tianshen looked at the merit cloud in the sky: "Why not use this as proof? If you and I join hands to protect the Dao, and the Righteous God is re-established in the future, then who in all the heavens and myriad realms can ignore our voice? Righteousness will be proclaimed, and virtue will be revealed."

He saw that solitary figure sitting amidst the vast emptiness, his fate seemingly severed, and merely glanced at him.

A fleeting glimpse of beauty suddenly appeared in the world.

The cloud-like canopy of merit, swirling and turning into flying geese, landed on the White Sun Stele, perching on the two characters "White Sun," like swallows returning to their nests.

A more tangible and greater power resonates with all those with chivalrous hearts.

Upholding justice is itself a form of merit. All virtuous intentions naturally lead to righteous conduct.

May this immense merit be the deep sea, and the order established by the White Sun Monument over the years be the flowing streams, spreading like rain and clouds across the world. The streams flow back to the sea, and the rain and dew nourish the world.

This merit, sufficient to elevate one to transcendence, forms an almost eternal celestial law on the White Sun Stele: punishing evil and promoting good, merit arises; doing good and accumulating virtue, merit naturally accumulates.

It shines like the rising sun, absorbing the merits of punishing evil in the world and returning them to good deeds.

From then on, good and evil will be rewarded accordingly, no longer as a mysterious cause and effect, but as a tangible result of virtuous deeds.

The reward for doing good is merit.

The retribution for evil is the act of chivalry.

This merit, received through human conduct, should be returned to the human world.

The heavens provide shelter from wind and rain, and the earth is adorned with celestial canopies to scatter life and plants.

The original deity was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "It is said that if Heaven grants something and you do not take it, you will suffer the consequences; if the time comes and you do not act, you will suffer the calamity. You insist on pursuing this will, but does the world know it? If they know it but do not act, is that not regrettable?"

He once divided the merits of the Zhenhe River into spring rain, which fell on the unfrozen river and irrigated the world.

Now, the merits and virtues of humanity are like a fleeting glimpse, offered to the bright sun, where good and evil are distinguished.

Is that really all you want?

He clearly remembered that this person kept talking about the "true self." He clearly spoke of putting personal interests before public ones, and oneself before the world. Why then did He prioritize detachment and refrain from following suit?
Before fate's flow ceased, the figure simply replied: "As the times move forward, so do I. As humanity flourishes, so do I. Benefiting the world benefits me."

As for whether the world knows or hates him, he is too lazy to care.

The original god tucked his hands into his sleeves, his tone complex: "You are still you, and you still have to choose the most difficult path."

He recalled how, before the Third Yellow River Conference, this man had put on a smiling face and said all the right things, yet he was making a choice that others could hardly understand. How resolute and persistent he was when he came to see Him at Tianma Plain.

He witnessed the heavens fall and groveled like a dog. By chance, He obtained provisions and, with the help of a wise teacher, gained limited freedom. He knew that the forgiveness of this world was not limited to Him alone. The world's limitations did not just apply to Him.

It turns out that there really is someone who remains steadfast, cutting through thorns and clearing away frost and snow, walking the same path as before. This is not a legend; it all happened right before His eyes.

Jiang Wang shook his head: "The most difficult path has already been traversed by those who came before. I am merely walking on the path they paved."

The original god gazed into the distance and asked, "If Zhu Dali were to become a god of righteousness, his will would change with his strength, and he would become a scourge to the human race. How would you then conduct yourself?"

Jiang Wang's voice was almost flat: "Even if he becomes a god of righteousness and transcends me, I can still restrain him to some extent."

The original Celestial God was astonished: "Fellow Daoist, you have already found the way?"

There's always a way.

To the surprise of the original god, Jiang Wang seemed to have found the path he needed to take.

This person abandoned Guanyin and Maitreya, and did not follow the path of righteousness in the past, nor did he ever perform meritorious deeds... Naturally, he had choices that were different from these others.

But that road is so far.

Now everyone knows the boastful words Jiang Wangtong once made to Yan Sheng—

"Whether it is the Emperor of the Six Directions or the Great Sage, they are all the strongest that predecessors have envisioned but have not yet realized. If there is a strongest me in the long river of history, I will certainly not exist in the imagination of others."

At present, there is no emperor in the six directions, and it is difficult to achieve the status of a great sage.

Has he found the way?

The strongest path that those who stand at the pinnacle gaze upon?
"Life is not about being startled awake; for the past four or four years, it has all been a dream."

The brilliant light on the monument gradually faded. Jiang Wang's voice grew softer and softer, as if he were falling asleep: "So I've been on the road all along."

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The war of the Divine Firmament has ended.

The State of Qi has launched an unprecedented war in the realm of demons!
At first, it was just Commander Xiu Yuan who led the troops to attack the Divine Fragrance Flower Sea, with Li Zhengshu, the chief scholar of Donghua Pavilion, in charge.

The demon race retreated across the board, and while their battle lines contracted, they became even more tenacious and steadfast.

Later, Ming Cheng, the military commander of the Southern Xia army, with unparalleled strength, led the "Winter Desolation" army, and his momentum was like a winter fire burning away the barren grass.

Since it was stationed in Nanxia, ​​this army has been conserving its strength and building up its power, relying on the full strength of Nanxia to sustain itself, and it did not move lightly even during the Great War of Shenxiao... Now it has been launched in the Demon Realm.

Later, the Holy King also arrived. He came from the underworld with his banner, and placed the Great Qi's strategic plan on the sea of ​​divine fragrance flowers.

Qi's attitude drew attention from all sides.

The new emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty looked out over the demon realm, as if he were doing more than just looking.

While the various factions were still carving up interests in the Divine Firmament World, the Qi Kingdom only left Chen Zeqing to divide the spoils among the four continents and five seas, and left Bowang Marquis to guard the Heavenly Realm... and yet they still sent ten thousand troops to fight the demon.

Even the Marquis of Du has turned his attention to the demon lands!
This is something many people don't understand. No matter how greedy one is for credit, one should understand the principle of balance. Even a powerful nation like the Central Great Scenery steadily built its foundation in the Heavenly Breath Wasteland and then made swift and decisive moves in the Divine Firmament World. Only what is in one's mouth is truly valuable; one must chew slowly and carefully to avoid choking.

Qi has only recently changed its ruling power. Instead of focusing on stabilizing the state and calming the people, is it trying to claim credit for the achievements of Heaven?

They had already achieved a glorious victory in the Divine Firmament War, killing the God Demon Lord, beheading Emperor Wudang Yuanji and Emperor Tianxi Haizhu, and had a satisfactory account both internally and externally, so why was another great war still necessary? At a time when the Allied Forces of the Heavens and the Human Race of the present world had already made peace?
With the sea tribes surrendering, the demon tribes withdrawing, and the borderland demon tide abruptly halted, the Asuras are now on the Xinye continent, showing goodwill to the Qin people and discussing annual tribute.

The other minor celestial races all wagged their tails and begged for mercy.

Those whose tails wag slowly are easily destroyed by any real person who comes along, as easily as popping a bubble.

Only alien races with unparalleled combat power are qualified to submit a letter of surrender and send tribute.

In this situation, everyone sat down to eat meat, eating until their bellies were full, but the Qi man only sat down and took a couple of bites before immediately picking up his knife and going back to eat!

What exactly do you intend to do?

Not only humans couldn't understand it, but neither could the demon race.

Just as both sides were escalating their efforts in the sea of ​​fragrant flowers, two iron cavalry units had already trampled through the morning mist of the Purple Grass Hills.

In the era of supreme combat, a large army traversing the demon lands could not possibly go unnoticed.

Wang Yiwu, invincible in mounted combat, and Ji Zhaonan, unparalleled in breaking formations, galloped like lightning, seeking only three words—

Too late.

The goal is to prevent the Purple Hills from setting up a defensive line, to prevent Tiger Tai Sui from meeting them head-on, and to prevent the demon race from mobilizing their forces, leaving them overwhelmed and unable to attend to all aspects of the situation!

The two cavalrymen, like angry dragons emerging from the sea, stirred up the Purple Grass Hills, their spears flying and their path cleared of all who stood in their way.

Lines of defense were easily torn apart, and the gates of demon cities were blasted open. Wildfires spread, and the Purple Hills were shrouded in smoke.

Finally, the dark green and snow-white hues halted before the Thousand Calamities Cave.

This is the most mysterious and dangerous place in the Ziwu Hills, and it has been a perilous place that has stopped children from crying at night for many years.

Tiger Tai Sui transformed into the Three Evils Calamity Lord, capturing a large number of demons, monsters, and humans to cultivate his so-called new race. After this was exposed, he became infamous, and people everywhere "turned pale at the mention of Tiger" and felt disgusted at the mere mention of Purple Grass Hill.

This is also why the Ziwu Hills have very low resilience.

Originally, under Tiger Tai Sui's rule, the morale of the army and the people was only so-so. But when the Three Evils Calamity King incident came to light, many members of the Purple Wu Demon Clan discovered where their missing relatives and friends had been trapped, and the morale of the people collapsed overnight.

At that time, many demons went to the ancient imperial city to complain, demanding that Tiger Tai Sui be stripped of his right to govern the Purple Wu Hills.

Later, due to preparations for the battle against Shenxiao, Hu Taisui expressed his desire to atone for his sins and repent, so the matter was temporarily shelved.

It is different now.

After the first phase of the Divine Firmament War ended and the demon race failed to achieve the expected victory, their control over the Purple Wu Hills ceased to exist.

Throughout the second phase of the Shenxiao War, Hu Tai Sui's research was conducted almost openly, without any attempt to conceal it from the public eye. Whatever "demonic material" he wanted, he would seize it in the street.

If the Ancient Imperial City had only tacitly approved of the research on the Thousand Tribulations Cave in the past, now it is supporting it wholeheartedly, only lacking public recognition!

It's no exaggeration to say that if the Ape Immortal Court were to grab Tiger Tai Sui by the neck right now, Ape Great Sage would be the one being suppressed.

When one is on the verge of dying of thirst, even poisoned wine is considered a precious elixir.

Now, Ji Zhaonan and Wang Yiwu have already arrived here.

There lived a demon named Xiong Sansi and a man named Rao Bingzhang... who had endured hardship for thirteen years.

He is Tiger Tai Sui's most prized creation.

call……

In the howling wind, Ji Zhaonan wiped the last drop of blood from his gun with his hand. The days of fighting did not show any signs of fatigue on him; on the contrary, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, as radiant as the tip of his gun.

Wang Yiwu, standing beside him, also raised a horse spear, and behind him, ten thousand cavalrymen halted their horses, remaining silent.

A rustling sound sounded.

From the entrance of the Thousand Tribulations Cave, figures that were neither demons nor humans emerged.

They had demonic markings on their faces, were surrounded by demonic energy, had lifespans limited like humans, were clearly distinguishable by flesh and blood, had radiant bodies, and possessed divine infants in their hearts!
It possesses characteristics of demons, monsters, humans, and gods simultaneously!
Even more so, black spiritual flames erupted from its body, wantonly twisting the surrounding elemental energy.

Wang Yiwu gripped his spear tightly, his eyes solemn.

I've always heard that Morogana Lingxihua, who shone brightly on the battlefield of Shenxiao, was actually an unrecognized spirit seed who was reborn only after being enlightened by the Black Lotus Temple.

So, is this what the true Spirit Race looks like?
Like Senior Brother Rao, the most perfect Spirit Race...

He had to admit that this was a species with immense war potential. If they were given time to reproduce, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Ji Zhaonan, standing beside him, had eyes that were already frosty.

He learned everything from Jiang Wang back then, but even now he still can't imagine how Rao Bingzhang, who is "unparalleled in the world", can face his patched-up and mixed-up appearance.
This so-called strength and perfection insults the proudest personality.

"Die...come!"

A fleeting moment of youthful beauty.

Those spirits who emerged one after another only saw the sky turn white in an instant, and the area outside the cave was completely obscured.

Ji Zhaonan led his iron cavalry like long spears, charging straight into the Thousand Calamity Cave!
Hatred burns like blood, the spear strikes like a dragon.

See you on Friday.