Chapter 446: Chapter 435: Thirty-Five
"It’s been years since we last met, and your hostility is overflowing from within. You must maintain your true essence and fundamentally adhere to your core principles." Li Daoming suddenly spoke these words.
Just from the way he fished, it was clear that Wang Xuan had indeed become increasingly cold-blooded, disregarding the safety of billions of lives on Yellow Springs Star.
When a person grows powerful enough to decide the life and death of millions with a word, or sink a city or even a continent with a single hand, how are they any different from a Divine Spirit? How can they maintain a mortal mindset?
Wang Xuan rubbed his brow: "After prolonged battles with alien races, there’s no need to deliberate over rules or right and wrong. The struggle for survival is purely about life and death.
After killing again and again, slaughtering hundreds of thousands, naturally the killing intent and wicked aura become heavier, and this mindset of viewing all beings as ants inevitably seeps in.
Returning to Earth Civilization, the wild side will gradually ease, so don’t worry."
When fighting against alien races, indeed right or wrong, good or evil cannot be considered; in survival battles, these things don’t apply. After returning to Earth Civilization, rules must be adhered to, after all, everyone here is one of our own.
Wang Xuan knows his mindset needs adjustment. Given his power and status, remaining above all has become a given, but he cannot truly casually crush billions of ordinary people, viewing human life as a trifle.
In today’s Earth Civilization, the balance between the Human Path and the Immortal Tao must still be maintained. No matter how weak, ordinary people are the cornerstone of the Immortal Tao and the foundation of civilization.
"That’s good." Li Daoming breathed a long sigh of relief.
The stronger an immortal becomes, the more they must uphold their principles, like distinguishing good from evil, right from wrong. Darkening the heart because of one’s power, disregarding right from wrong and slaughtering indiscriminately, will ultimately lead one into the Abyss.
As the saying goes, ’a family that accumulates goodness will have ample fortune.’ Not amassing hidden virtue and instead corrupting one’s virtue, fortune will continuously drain away, ultimately bringing about great calamity.
Zhao Hao from Celestial Sword Mountain originally had fortune soaring to the heavens. Why did he later face so many obstacles? Precisely because he acted recklessly, disregarding right and wrong, good and evil, leading to the decay of his fortune and a confrontation with Wang Xuan, as well as deep conflicts with his sect.
"When the child is born, I’ll also have to worry about his education and give him a proper growing environment. Naturally, I will set a personal example, or else the child might grow up crooked." Wang Xuan laughed.
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"The youth, indeed filled with ambition, gestures grandly and takes the world as their own."
In the void, the bodies of two elders stood tall like mountains, their flesh bodies towering ten thousand feet high. Like Pangu, their heads touched the heavens and their feet stepped on the earth, pushing the space aside to form an independent small world, filled with sacred radiance within this space layer they had opened.
With each breath, the boundless essence qi from the Xingyu surged to them, transforming into mighty dragons thousands of feet long, vanishing with each breath.
The scattered essence qi then transformed into countless creatures, flora, and exotic beasts in the newly opened space layer, turning the surrounding thousand miles of space into a vibrant micro-world, brimming with life.
Zhou Chunyuan, smiling with narrowed eyes, peered through layers of space, observing Wang Xuan with a grin.
He was tall, draped in a white robe adorned with ethereal cloud patterns, various Divine Beasts seemingly moving on it.
His kind brows and serene eyes were paired with dignified features, exuding a gentle aura that made one feel as if they were witnessing "the greatest virtue is like water." Cross-legged, he sat with a large fish swimming to and fro on his knees, occasionally nudging him affectionately.
The elder casually pointed, and the two hundred-foot towering trees condensed from essence qi became solid entities, becoming real plants. In the next instant, two boys and girls attended to him on either side.
Under the influence, this pair of children would henceforth be able to cultivate and truly embark on the immortal path.
Such Great Divine Techniques are beyond the imagination of ordinary immortals. Although not creating something from nothing, it was indeed transforming lifelessness into life, bestowing it with vitality.
Even if it were a stone before him, this elder could enlighten it, making it become a lively being.
The other elder wore a black robe, holding nothing else. With a casual slash, a star millions of miles away in the starry sky was sliced into a chessboard shape, falling into the elder’s hand.
He Qingming’s qi and blood surged turbulently, within his physical form, as vast as an ocean, seemingly boundless. If even a drop spilled, it could transform into a sea of blood.
His expression was as steadfast as a perilous peak, without any extra emotion, truly reminiscent of a seasoned general, surveying the battlefield, where all things before him remained tranquil.
"No longer young. At thirty, we were already providing for our families and bearing our share of the sky."
He Qingming pointed with his finger, and a Martial Arts Sword Talisman coalesced, transforming into a black chess piece, placed on the chessboard.
As one of the three ancestors of Immortal Martial Mountain, the senior apprentice-brother Hong Xuanji had already reached Immortal, while Jiu, ’Wu Jiu’, was at the Peak of the Void, close to Half-Step Immortal, which speaks to his cultivation level and combat power.
Zhou Chunyuan jovially took out a Star Core Fragment, using it as a white piece, placing it down. The Star Core is the energy core of a star, falling short of a Life Planet’s Planet Core, yet worth a Star Lord’s struggle to obtain.
A typical planet can normally produce three or four Star Core Fragments, combined to form a high-quality Star Core, equivalent in value to one of He Qingming’s Martial Arts Sword Talismans.
Thus, a single Martial Arts Sword Talisman could easily obliterate a Void Realm True Immortal caught off guard; its destructive power is unimaginable, with each talisman being a formation of He Qingming’s Dao Will, immeasurable in worth.
With the plink, plink of pieces being set, the chessboard roared with a dragon’s growl and tiger’s roar, white and black pieces faced off like armies.
The chessboard, measuring a thousand feet in length and width, had its internal space continuously shattering like glass, as the board’s situation ebbed and flowed like ocean waves.
The pair of boys and girls standing beside the chess cup, watched this scene with terror, viewing the two giants as supreme Divine Spirits, not daring to make a single move. Instead, they laboriously carried away the dead pieces at the sides with their steeled physique.
Zhou Chunyuan gleefully picked up another piece; this was his gain, and after the game, it would still be his. Today’s speculation was that He Qingming, the poor chess player, would likely lose a lot of Martial Arts Sword Talismans to him.
The large fish swam joyfully on his lap, its eyes staring at the white pieces in the chess cup, which were all Star Core Fragments and now belonged to He Qingming.
Seeing He Qingming focusing on the chessboard, it sneaked into the chess cup, swallowed a Star Core Fragment as if drinking a bubble, then cautiously glanced at He Qingming again, swallowed another fragment with hesitation, before quickly swimming back to its place.
With its profound technique, the vast majority of Void True Immortals could not detect it even if they were right in front of it, yet it must remain cautious beside Cyan Nether Immortal.
Seeing that He Qingming did not notice, it happily chewed on the Star Core Fragment, its tail flicking back and forth, finishing it in three to five minutes.
After eating, it eagerly gazed at the chessboard, hoping the two elder fellows would play faster, so there would be more pieces in the chess cup for it to steal.
Zhou Chunyuan flicked his finger, causing the Kun Roc to tumble backward, where the large fish lay on his lap pretending to be dead, feigning grievance. Zhou Chunyuan, in turn, tossed another Star Core Fragment over.
"Eat up, eat up, grow more flesh so that when warming the bed you won’t poke anyone."
The two elders, idly making moves, occasionally glanced at Yellow Springs Star. One being He Fang’s master, the other his father, displayed an unusual relationship.
Coming to this Netherworld Star Realm, naturally, they were here to look after Wang Xuan and, incidentally, to see how their descendant, the young disciple, was faring.
Although the Spirit Race has not engaged in a large-scale war with Earth Civilization, the Spirit Race, being close neighbors to the Netherworld Star Realm, must not be taken lightly.
Above Yellow Springs Star, a three-thousand-meter-long floating Flying Boat hovered like a small island above the political center, Yellow Springs Palace.
One by one, military, government officials, and prominent clan heads were arriving. The floating Flying Boat was bustling, with maids continuously serving exquisite dishes and celestial brews to avoid neglecting these significant figures.
The wine was fine, and the dishes were also delicacies, but after three or five hours without meeting the main host, impatience grew in their hearts. They’d set aside their complex affairs not just to sit idly at this feast.
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