Chapter 1748: Sincerity
A glint flashed in Fang Chen's eyes. The awakened demon race has split into a majority and a minority faction?
He wasn't too surprised. All the signs already pointed to differing opinions within the demon race.
"So what, you expect us to wait until you've convinced the majority before cooperating?" Fang Zhentian smiled faintly. "How long would that take? And if you go back on your word halfway through, all that time would be wasted. We can't afford to wait, and we won't. Show more sincerity."
Lang Daochun smiled. "That's exactly why I want to cooperate with Monarch Fang. Behind him stand the Enlightenment God Palace, the Fangcun Realm, and the Shenwang Realm. If the majority faction loses in this Taicang Realm battle, some of them will finally have the patience to sit down and truly listen to my proposal.
"As long as Monarch Fang agrees to cooperate and gives me his word, my people will begin acting immediately. Of the Heavenly Dao reincarnations that Fangcun Realm and Shenwang Realm seek, at least 70 percent will safely reach their destinations. The majority faction has the support of the Motian Division and the God Dao Sect. I can say this with certainty. If I do not act, the Fangcun Realm and Shenwang Realm will inevitably lose this war. There is not even a single chance of victory."
"And what about the demonic calamity? You're the one who created this method," said Yun He, smiling. "The fact that you could create such a technique proves that you have stepped into the realm you call the Great Sage. As the Demon Ancestor, using the demon calamity as a medium, you can move freely within the hearts of countless beings. Your ambitions go far beyond securing a single realm for your race."
Fang Chen sighed softly. "So you really are the Demon Ancestor."
He trusted Yun He's judgment. This also explained how Lang Daochun could pinpoint his location.
Lang Daochun was a Half-Step Heavenly Dao Realm expert. He had begun to grasp techniques belonging to the Heavenly Dao itself. He might look all calm and courteous on the surface, but his true identity was unquestionably among the highest in all the Nine Mortal Realms.
Fang Zhentian snorted. "The fact that you can wield this technique suggests you must also have a number of Heavenly Dao reincarnations under your control."
Lang Daochun replied, "The Demonic Calamity Arts is merely a method I devised to break the deadlock. Your methods were just too remarkable, Seniors. I pondered for many years, and this was the only way I could truly disrupt the situation. So yes, this technique will indeed appear again in the future. But I can promise you this—future demonic calamities will follow the old pattern. They will only manifest at the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Fusion Realms. Mortals will no longer be affected."
Yun He said calmly. "Your words cannot be fully trusted. At most, we can only believe half of them. We'll talk again after the battle in the Taicang Realm concludes."
"And if Fangcun Realm and Shenwang Realm lose?" Lang Daochun probed.
Yun He chuckled. "If it truly comes to that, some things will become irreversible. If they lose, they lose. No matter how strong your race becomes in the Nine Realms, you won't be able to avoid death forever. Once you enter reincarnation, who calls the shots? You've already foreseen this outcome, so there's no need to test us further. This time is different from before. Neither your demon race nor the Demonic Beast Race has the ability to break through the Underworld anymore. Chen'er's position as Monarch Yan will remain firmly secure."
After speaking, he glanced at Fang Zhentian. "Old Fang, I told you back then, Chen'er should've followed my path. But you insisted on your own arrangements. Shouldn't you take him to the Pool of Transformation?"
Fang Chen was stunned. The Pool of Transformation?
Before he could speak, Fang Zhentian replied calmly, "What's the rush? Is my path not worthy? If he had my methods from back then, he could have leveled the Three Realms with a single sword."
Fang Zhentian turned his attention to Lang Daochun. "Did you hear that? No matter how fiercely you fight in the Mortal Realm, you'll all eventually enter reincarnation. Whether cooperation happens or not isn't your choice. The initiative now rests in our hands. Understand that. Show your sincerity first, then come back for a promise."
Yun He nodded. "If you can obtain Chen'er's promise, then you have ours as well."
Daoist Yun Que remained silent for a moment, then also nodded.
The dozens of Yang Gods exchanged glances and silently agreed with Fang Zhentian.
At that moment, as Lang Daochun looked at them standing behind Fang Chen, he felt as if he were staring at towering mountains.
Once, he too had mountains standing behind him.
Finally, Lang Daochun sighed and cupped his fist. "In that case, I will first demonstrate my sincerity. Please watch closely. After the Taicang Realm battle ends, I hope to receive a promise from Monarch Fang."
With that, he turned and walked toward the stone gate.
Fang Chen suddenly asked, "Is this stone gate Ghost Gate from the Spiritual Treasure Rankings?"
A trace of vigilance flashed in Lang Daochun's eyes. "It indeed is."
"This treasure... it used to belong to the Underworld, didn't it?" Fang Chen asked.
Yun He nodded. "It did. However, when our human race took over the Underworld, it had already disappeared. Now it seems the Demonic Beast Race hid it first, and somehow it ended up in his hands."
Lang Daochun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "As expected of you, senior."
Then he quickly slipped into the stone gate, disappearing along with it, clearly afraid Fang Chen might try to take it.
***
After watching Lang Daochun leave, Fang Chen immediately turned to Yun He and the others. "Master, Grandfather, what do you think of the current situation? Where should I focus next?"
Yun He smiled. "Why ask when you already know the answer?"
"If the demon race behaves itself in the future, giving them a domain isn't out of the question. As long as the Underworld remains in our hands, everything else is negotiable. What you need to worry about now is the Demonic Beast Race, the Fallen Immortals, and the Motian Division. Your cultivation is still insufficient. You need to grow quickly. You don't have much time left."
Fang Chen was taken aback. "Not much time left?"
Before he could ask further, the figures before him began to vanish one by one. In an instant, all the Yang Gods were gone.
Fang Chen sighed to himself. "They came in a hurry and left just as quickly... Grandfather didn't even give me much advice... At the very least, he could've told me how my parents are doing..."
As he recalled Yun He's parting words, his heart grew unsettled. "Master said I don't have much time left... Did he mean the current situation, or are they facing issues with their lifespan? It seems they're not optimistic about the situation... Are the God Decree Ranking and the True Immortal Ancient Mirror really that difficult to deal with?"
He pondered for a moment before shaking his head. "Forget it. At least for now, things are moving in a positive direction."
With that, Fang Chen lifted his head and walked straight into the vast white mist.
This region of the Underworld remained barren. Countless human souls drifted and sank within the Forgotten River. He gathered those seeds into the Yin Gourd.
After returning to the Mortal Realm, he headed straight for the Starry Teleportation Formation.
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