Chaos Spirit Field

Zhao Yunlong frowned and said, "Third brother, there are forty-nine heavenly evolutions, and only one escape. Actually, there's no need to be so pessimistic. Do you know how advanced our father's cultivation has reached?"

Zhao Yunfei pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "My mother said our father's cultivation level is half a step to God King."

Zhao Yunlong's brows relaxed upon hearing this, and he smiled, "Father is truly a genius. We can leave the Blood Red Divine King to him. All we need to do is safely navigate the Three Realms' calamity."

Zhao Yunfei wasn't so optimistic. He frowned and asked worriedly, "Zhao Yunlong, aren't you worried that your father won't show up?"

Zhao Yunlong said calmly, "Every effect has a cause. There's no such thing as a trial that guarantees certain death. If Father hadn't appeared, we would have been slaughtered. Even if you and I were to join forces in our prime, we wouldn't be a match for the Blood Red Divine King. Our current opponent is the current leader of the Styx. He's transformed into a woman and has broken through to the Celestial God Realm, surpassing even me in strength. Fourth sister can still restrain him for now, but I'm afraid something unexpected will happen."

Zhao Yunfei frowned and said thoughtfully, "You said that those disciples of the Chan Sect who went to the Heavenly Outer Heavens may also be able to break through to the Heavenly God Realm."

Zhao Yunlong shook his head and said, "It's not easy to break through to the Heavenly God Realm. Not all men are as special as Minghe. I estimate that the disciples of the Xianjiao can only reach the Pseudo-God Realm. The Three Pure Ones are now seriously injured and unable to resist. Why don't you devour them and increase your chances of victory?"

Zhao Yunfei shook his head and said, "How could I, Zhao Yunfei, be such a treacherous villain? You underestimate me."

Zhao Yunlong calculated with his fingers and scolded with a smile, "Zhao Yunfei, I thought you were just bluffing, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient and actually do it for real."

Zhao Yunfei shamelessly said, "Past and present lives cannot be confused. I am a filial son, how could I lie to my mother? The three unfilial acts are not having descendants, and the worst is not having descendants. You better hurry up."

Zhao Yunlong said helplessly: "Pangu, you have changed."

Zhao Yunfei asked in return, "Hongjun, haven't you changed? After the catastrophe of the Three Realms ends, I want to go to the God Realm to retrieve my lost memories. I will give you the position of Lord of the World."

Zhao Yunlong shook his head and said, "Third brother, our father doesn't like me very much. Even if you don't fight, I don't think there's much hope. After the catastrophe of the Three Realms is over, I will accompany you to the God Realm. Pangu and Hongjun are titles that can only be held by masters at the God King level. Our memories must have been tampered with."

Zhao Yunfei echoed, "Zhao Yunlong, you and I think the same."

Zhao Yunlong jokingly said, "Third brother, is it so difficult to call me Second Brother? If I hadn't merged with the Dao back then, would you have had a chance to be reborn?"

Zhao Yunfei retorted, "You schemed and plotted back then and nearly wiped out the Wu clan. Do you think I should thank you?"

Zhao Yunlong replied angrily, "Those of your people are unruly and unruly. They often summon Pangu's true form, and I can't defeat them. What would you do if it were you? Do you understand the principle of being too powerful to be worthy of the master?"

Zhao Yunfei said dissatisfiedly: "I can't argue with you. If you want me to call you second brother, you must be stronger than me first."

Zhao Yunlong suddenly felt like a deflated ball, his entire body withering. Whether in terms of qualifications or talent, he was far inferior to Zhao Yunfei. This was simply bullying! He muttered in dissatisfaction, "Zhao Yunfei, if you say that, then don't we all have to respectfully call Zhao Yunduo "Big Sister"? I have to go pay my respects to my mother and grandparents. I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore."

In the Yaochi fairyland, Zhao Yunlong met his two mothers and his grandparents. Through this encounter, he finally understood an important truth: only crying children can get milk, and family members need to visit frequently, otherwise their feelings will gradually fade. In reality, becoming the master of the world is not that complicated, and it does not require any conspiracy or trickery. Simply by pleasing the grandparents, one can easily achieve his goal.

When Zhao Yunlong emerged from the Yaochi Fairyland, he felt his inner knot had been untied, and his cultivation had taken a significant step forward, reaching the late stage of the Dao Realm. At this point, he had lost interest in becoming the Lord of the World, as things that came too easily often failed to bring a true sense of accomplishment.

Zhao Yunfei said dissatisfiedly: "Zhao Yunlong, isn't it necessary to be so happy just to call you Second Brother?"

Zhao Yunlong said jokingly, "Third brother, of course not. It feels great to be called Second Brother. No matter how strong you are, do you dare to argue with Grandpa and Grandma? I am the eldest son and grandson of the Zhao family. From now on, you are not allowed to call me by my first name."

Zhao Yunfei raised the corners of his mouth and jokingly said, "Second brother, my uncle is here. Let's see how you explain it to him. Good luck." After that, he turned and left, leaving Zhao Yunlong alone to face the coming storm.

Zhao Yunlong looked at the enraged Yang Jian, feeling helpless. His relationship with Yang Jian was complex: they were uncle and nephew, fellow disciples, and even master and disciple. These special identities left him somewhat unsure how to explain them, so he softly said, "Yunlong greets uncle."

Yang Jian glared at Zhao Yunlong, his eyes burning with anger. His voice was low and stern, as if squeezed through his teeth: "Zhao Yunlong, I don't deserve it. You are a disciple of the Chan Sect after all, why did you do that?"

Zhao Yunlong took a deep breath, looked at Yang Jian with a firm gaze, and said earnestly, "Uncle, life is like a game of chess. Every move is a risk, and sometimes sacrifice is inevitable. It's not that I want to shirk responsibility, but Yuanshi Tianzun is afraid of death. Without his approval, how could those disciples of the Chan Sect leave the Three Realms and go to the Heaven Beyond Heaven to die? It's their fault that they chose the wrong master. I know you value friendship and loyalty. If you see those Chan Sect disciples going to the Heaven Beyond Heaven again, please do your best to kill them and let them be free."

Yang Jian ignored Zhao Yunlong's words and continued to agonize over the disciples of the Chan Sect. He said coldly, "Zhao Yunlong, all of this is your conspiracy! You dare to slander our founder? I will never let you go! Today, I will seek justice for those fellow disciples! Come on, use your skills!"

Zhao Yunlong looked helpless and depressed. He shook his head and sighed, "Uncle, the Three Realms are now at a critical moment of life and death. We should work together to fight the external enemies instead of fighting among ourselves. My cultivation has reached the late stage of the Great Dao Realm. Do you have the strength to compete with me? After the catastrophe is over, if we are both lucky enough to survive, I am willing to fight you."

Yang Jian remained expressionless and responded coldly, "I'll wait for you."