Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Once upon a time, when Yun Wuyai was still diligently cultivating in the Evil Heart Valley of the Southern Wilderness, he believed that the strongest people in the world were none other than Nascent Soul stage experts like Ancestor Yun Xie.

Later, Wu Hua traveled thousands of miles to the north, and with only a sword, he fought against the Cloud Evil Ancestor without being at a disadvantage, and then they made a new five-hundred-year agreement.

At that time, Yun Wuyai's thoughts changed.

Ancestor Yun Xie was not the strongest in the world.

He's old now, hesitant to act, and protective of his reputation. For the sake of his reputation in his later years, he has long lost his drive and ambition.

The Southern Wilderness cannot hold onto Yun Wuyai.

Therefore, upon learning that Wu Hua was from Zhongzhou, he did not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to Zhongzhou.

But I never expected... to disappoint him so much.

Although Zhongzhou is home to numerous sects and a gathering of geniuses, and its territory is several times larger than that of the Southern Wilderness, every place one travels to cannot escape the control of the top powers.

Inclusiveness and openness, strict laws and regulations, and no tolerance for corruption or wrongdoing.

Yun Wuyai realized this clearly one day when he checked into a mortal inn. Before leaving at dawn, the mortal innkeeper dared to ask him, a Golden Core cultivator, for the lodging fee.

You should know that in the Southern Wilderness, Yun Xie, as the young master of the Evil Heart Valley, has never been treated so lightly by mortals.

Yun Xie refused.

As a result, the mortal shopkeeper actually summoned the local family's troops, forcibly demanded payment from him, and blacklisted him, preventing him from ever entering the family's territory again.

Although that family was insignificant in the entire Central Continent, being just a small family, Yun Wuyai could only swallow his anger unwillingly because the family head was a Nascent Soul cultivator.

On his way out, Yun Wuyai passed by a large field of farmland that was about to be harvested. He saw several disciples dressed in the robes of a certain sect using magic to help a group of ordinary peasants harvest wheat.

The reason... is simply that the rainy season is coming soon, and if the wheat is not harvested soon, it will result in losses.

Yun Wuyai had seen many such outrageous things before.

The apprentices trained by the Alchemist Guild provide free medical consultations to ordinary people passing by every month.

Within the territory of a certain mortal dynasty, there had been a drought for nearly two months, the land was cracked and the farming season was about to be missed. The Divine Wind Dynasty sent out a rainmaker to use magic to summon rain clouds and bring down sweet rain.

In a coastal area, heavy rains have continued for several days, threatening to breach the dikes and destroy crops and houses. A local cultivation family dispatched a hundred of its members to collect the rain and reinforce the dikes.

There was an evil monk who fooled the people, swallowed their blood, sweat, gold and silver, made golden Buddhas and temples, and took in innocent and beautiful young girls for his debauchery. But only three days later, the Great Thunder Temple sent Buddhist disciples down the mountain to eliminate the evil monk and destroy the evil Buddha.

In a village, several beekeepers experienced the unexplained death of their bee colonies. A passing sect cultivator investigated and discovered that a group of honey-eating ants had appeared nearby, preying on honey. The cultivator slew the ants with his sword and helped the farmers find new bee colonies in the mountains, thus restoring their livelihoods.

Zhongzhou is a sacred cultivation land that cultivators from all corners of the world yearn for.

However, in Zhongzhou, a delicate balance of harmonious coexistence has been achieved between the cultivation world and the secular world, and between cultivators and mortals.

The three great dynasties possess national treasures and wield supreme power. The mortal dynasties under their rule, however, have extremely high regional autonomy and have established a rule that "cultivators must not actively interfere with mortal dynasties."

Compared to the aloofness of the cultivators in the Southern Wilderness, who regard mortals as ants and can be manipulated at will, and whose occasional battles between sect cultivators can easily affect the life and death of mortals in the secular world, this creates a strong and bizarre contrast.

"Look..."

Two completely different voices rang in my ears.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and one could clearly hear the occasional exclamations and words of thanks from the villagers in the fields.

But just a door separates light and darkness.

In the dimly lit room, eerie and seductive sounds emanating from the netherworld bewitched and disturbed the mind: "...Those human cultivators, how hypocritical and foolish, how sanctimonious they are, actually care about the life and death of the ants under their feet."

"Unlike us, we never care about the joys and sorrows of 'food'."

"Would you care...would you care...would you..."

Yun Wuyai's face twitched violently. The other half of his face, which had been relatively normal, now looked somewhat eerie. His eyes glowed with red light, and the bones and joints all over his body made cracking sounds, as if some demons and monsters were about to burst out from under this human skin.

“…Yes!” Yun Wuyai gritted his teeth, “How could there be such a Central Plains…”

It's utterly ridiculous! It's utterly absurd!

What is the world of cultivation?

Heaven and earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs!

What is a cultivator?

They are superior to others, roaming freely in the world, regarding ordinary people as ants! They can destroy them with a flick of their hand!

Once upon a time.

Perhaps for a fleeting moment, Yun Wuyai felt that he was wrong.

He should abandon the "rules" he was familiar with in the Southern Wilderness, and outwardly integrate into the Central Plains as usual, joining a sect or academy...

But it wasn't until he was possessed by a remnant soul of the Nightmare Clan in the Sea Breeze Dynasty that Yun Wuyai finally understood what was going on from the information the other party deliberately revealed!

So that's how it is! So that's how it is!! Ah, I see!!

Hahahahahahahaha...

It turns out that these seemingly respectable people from Zhongzhou had a guillotine hanging over their heads at all times, living in constant fear day and night.

With such immense external pressure, all internal conflicts seem insignificant. These hypocritical people of Zhongzhou will naturally choose to form an alliance, live in harmony, help each other, and fight against the Nightmare Clan together.

Otherwise, if the Nightmare Clan is accidentally released, wouldn't everyone be doomed?

Look!

"Just wait and see!"

The two halves of a face, one on the left and one on the right, were in the shadows, one displaying madness and the other a sinister grin. Their expressions were different, yet they both revealed the same insane and ferocious nature.

The chilling voices of the half-human, half-ghost beings merged together: "If one day, the Nightmare Clan (us) breaks free from their seal..."

All of them...

That's right!

Everyone!

To save their own lives, they would betray their allies, desert their posts, or defect to the enemy in order to survive.

No one will be an exception!

Even if...even if...

Even Wu Hua, who appears to be pure and upright on the surface, and seemingly righteous and awe-inspiring... is no exception!

"puff--"

Yun Wuyai suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which contained a faint black aura that vanished in a flash.

Before he could even check his internal breathing, he completely lost consciousness.

From the shadows, a reprimanding voice seemed to rang out: "...This person is still useful. Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is utterly foolish!"

"...I want to devour him, hehe!"

“His physique is special; he can conceal our presence and prevent that damned artifact from detecting us. Let's keep him alive…”

"Is this 'food' really credible?"

“Over the years, I have been constantly amplifying his desires, ambitions, selfishness, and darkness... This boy is quite wicked, born evil! He is ruthless and quite patient. Perhaps... he will bring some 'surprise'.”

"..."