The vast Divine Halberd has consud the entire tribe’s labor for three years. Endless toil allows the Divine Halberd to have this scale, and it was about to be completed, but today it was suddenly destroyed by soone from the heavens!
For a mont, every mber of the tribe wore expressions of shock and fear on their numb faces, with so tribe leaders having reddened and angry eyes!
It was about to be completed!
It was about to be completed!!
Three years of hard labor, clearly we were about to see the end, clearly we could return to previous lives!
"You evil god!"
"This will bring divine punishnt!!!"
"You will fall into the Eighteen Levels of Hell!!"
For a mont, the tribe mbers cursed at Zhu Minglang in the sky.
The elderly, won, and children’s cries rged into one. They have fallen into despair; these days will start all over again!
"Who exactly are you, and why did you destroy our divine artifact?" A tribe leader stood atop a high place, angrily pointing at Zhu Minglang.
"I didn’t destroy it; I rely absorbed it—three years of heaven and earth essence, just right for sharpening my sword." Zhu Minglang said.
Zhu Minglang was not lying. Such a weapon, imbued with divine power, is indeed a treasure, perfect for nourishing the Sword Spirit Dragon.
"But... but this is the divine artifact our entire tribe painstakingly built over three years. Without it, we will suffer invasions from the Disaster Clan, and heaven will bla us for not completing the divine artifact on ti!" that tribe leader said loudly.
"What Disaster Clan?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Mysterious Sky Disaster Clan—floods, insects, cold, heat, wind, drought, change... all arise from the Disaster Clan. A few years ago, there appeared a flood disaster beast, causing floods everywhere in the Martial Immortal Country. We acknowledged our heavy sins and thus summoned the entire tribe to build this Divine Halberd to kill the flood disaster beast and redeem ourselves. Your actions have wasted three years of our hard work!" Despite his anger, the tribe leader knew Zhu Minglang was a Heavenly Being and dared not use an aggressive tone.
"So that’s how it is. As a Heavenly God, I can responsibly tell you that the birth of the On Beast is unrelated to the locals—it’s rely bad luck. You don’t need to bear such guilt." Zhu Minglang said.
"But it appeared here, we should resolve it." the tribe leader said.
"You can pray to the heavens; there will be gods to assist you. If you genuinely wish for no disasters, the gods can hear your voices." Zhu Minglang said.
"We... we have tried, but no gods have heard our voices." the tribe leader continued.
"Then, isn’t that why I am here? Your three years of effort haven’t been wasted; the Divine Halberd you’ve built happens to serve as an offering to my sword spirit. Since I’ve enjoyed your offering, naturally, I will help you eliminate the disaster!" Zhu Minglang said.
These words caused the expressions on the Purple Rock Tribe mbers’ faces to lose their numbness.
They initially thought the visitor was an evil god to tornt and trample them, but hearing he was willing to kill the flood disaster beast for them, they had a glimr of hope in their hearts!
"Our warriors have perished more than half; the flood disaster beast is imnsely powerful, the king of ancient beasts. Everywhere in the Five Immortal State, they’re building divine artifacts. As long as forty-nine divine artifacts like these are built, the world will settle, and the flood disaster beast will be destroyed..." the tribe leader said.
"Oh, so on this land, there are forty-eight other offerings like this. That sincerely takes my fancy." Zhu Minglang smiled.
The tribe leader’s face changed, hastily saying, "Please, Superior Immortal, do not do so. Forty-nine divine artifacts will form a device to deter the Mysterious Sky Disaster Clan. We need longer-term peace, not just montary calm."
"Are you willing to do this, and are your tribal people willing?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"They are willing; tough as it is for our generation, our descendants will have a better life." the tribe leader said.
Zhu Minglang gazed at the crowded corridors of people. Among them, so also wish for this hard labor era to end quickly, but obviously, they preferred the tribe leader’s thod.
"Alright then, if you are united, I won’t force you." Zhu Minglang nodded.
"Thank you, Heavenly Being. We have nothing else to offer you; please accept these Purple Colored Glazed Jade." the tribe leader said.
"Do you not resent , for three years of hardship?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"We wouldn’t dare." the tribe leader hurriedly said.
They are mortals; how dare they be truly angry!
They now only hope to send off Zhu Minglang quickly and then transport the stone up the mountain again.
"To , what you’re building isn’t difficult. I’ll have soone rebuild a stronger one for you." Zhu Minglang said.
With that, Zhu Minglang flew back to the Divine Weapon Pavilion.
In the Divine Weapon Pavilion, there aren’t only those skilled in forging divine weapons but also those skilled in building halls, statues, and divine sculptures.
For them, the entire tribe’s three years of hard work wouldn’t take long for powerful master sculptors.
A young divine artisan nad Zhang Pei, skilled in this, clearly grew tired of staying in the Divine Weapon Pavilion. As soon as he saw there was work to be done in the mortal realm, he agreed imdiately.
Doing such things that benefit one area of land while earning rit is what he was very willing to do.
Zhu Minglang brought Zhang Pei to the Purple Rock Tribe.
Zhang Pei, experienced, first conducted so geological surveys and observed the entire tribe’s population.
He didn’t start imdiately but first designed so divine artisan tools on parchnt and personally taught those in the tribe who understood crafting how to make them.
On the third day, Zhang Pei sketched out a blueprint for a divine instrunt, improving upon the previous bulky and impractical Divine Halberd.
"I’ve divided the labor for you."
"Adults rotate their labor, each person gets to rest, no need to labor arduously as you did before."
"Won and children don’t need to participate in heavy stone lifting, only responsible for sifting out the valuable purple crystal gemstones to sell at the market, ensuring your inco sources."
"Elderly need only handle cooking, providing als for you."
"Following my provided tools, the ridge timber wheel device, and this flying bird chanism car, you’ll only need half a year’s work to complete it. Moreover, the new divine artifact absorbs heaven and earth essence at five tis the speed of the previous one, ensuring no Disaster Clan here for a hundred years."
With Zhang Pei’s guidance, it seed this backward tribe suddenly transford into a different era. In just a short half-month, the entire tribe regained its forr vibrancy, with the occasional sound of children’s laughter.
"Well done, young man," Zhu Minglang sincerely praised.
"It’s due to the master in the pavilion teaching well; compared to the master’s wisdom, I’m still a re apprentice." Zhang Pei said modestly.
"You teach them more crafting skills, I’ll go to the Immortal Country to take a look." Zhu Minglang said to Zhang Pei.
"Why, do you suspect sothing’s amiss?" Zhang Pei asked.
"The people being united is a good thing; their spirit is very comndable. But often being too honest makes one easily exploited. I’ll take a look in the Immortal Country, hoping everything is as expected." Zhu Minglang said.
"You are thoughtful; nowadays, there are few gods willing to listen to the people’s voices and willing to run for them like you." Zhang Pei said.
"Just like you, it’s boring to do nothing."
"Haha, indeed."
...
Zhu Minglang possessed divine intuition.
If sothing felt amiss, there was often an issue with it.
This is why he directly destroyed that divine artifact.
A tribe building what it believed in, while living in abundance, is not unreasonable. However, if the entire tribe is laboring with stones like punished slaves, including won and children, then there is certainly a problem.
Faith cannot be treated as food or clothing.
Flying to the Five Immortal State, Zhu Minglang witnessed the luxury of this immortal country, forming a stark contrast with those in the Purple Stone Tribe!
There were good craftsn here.
But they seed to only serve the nobility of the immortal country, and the palace buildings were as extravagant as could be.
There were also powerful Gods and Mortals and Martial Gods here, yet they only guarded their palace.
Thirty enormous divine artifacts stood here, each no less significant than the collective efforts taken by the entire tribe for three years.
Thus, there was no disaster here at all!
The rich eat and drink themselves to excess, while the poor freeze to death in the streets. Except for the King Fairy City, the Five Immortal State was extravagant, and outside the royal city were countless backward tribes. They hoarded skills and refused to teach the people, gathered powerful warriors within the city, and did not let them eliminate disasters for the tribe!
Then they wove a beautiful lie.
If all tribes united in spirit, peace would prevail under heaven.
This is treating the people as slaves.
One generation tires to death, but there’s always the next.
The tribal leader’s claim of needing only three years of labor for future generations to live a real life was obviously naive. As long as such a royal city existed, their descendants would suffer the sa fate until soone rose up, leading to corpses strewn everywhere...
Zhu Minglang transford into a Sword Scatter Immortality, mingling effortlessly into the extravagant banquet of the royal court.
He had a grand drink with them, as a send-off.
He rembered the faces and nas of these people and learned they would hold a hunting gathering outside the city in three days, which gave Zhu Minglang an idea.
After leaving the banquet, Zhu Minglang summoned Little Glutton.
"Go and capture all those On Beasts one by one," Zhu Minglang instructed Little Glutton.
Little Glutton glared at Zhu Minglang.
This task requires to make a trip??
Are you joking with this Glutton!
"Roar~~~~~~~~~~~"
Little Glutton raised its noble head, roaring into the sky.
This roar echoed far and wide, audible to exotic beasts across the Five Immortal State’s realm.
With its tail raised and hooves shaking, Little Glutton awaited on the spot.
Before long, responses ca from all directions!
Alongside rolling clouds, fierce and ominous figures erged. So appeared like burning clouds, others swirled with yellow sand, so flooded like torrential sea, and others crackled with disaster lightning!
Beasts from all directions heard Glutton’s summons and hurried to worship, as though being late would be a sin.
Zhu Minglang stared dumbfoundedly as On Beasts ca from all the Five Immortal State, montarily feeling like he was the great demon king incarnate. If the people of the Purple Rock Tribe witnessed this scene, one wonders what they would think.
"Roar~" Little Glutton howled at Zhu Minglang.
This Glutton is the head of the Four Fierce Beasts!!!
Do you not understand the worth of being the head of the Four Fierce Beasts??
Any King of Ancient Disaster Beasts before is just a kid brother!
Zhu Minglang was both amused and exasperated, having forgotten about Glutton’s identity. It was probably because it had been with him for so long that it seed like a divine beast Buddha who had achieved fruition, ignoring its previous status as the ancestor of fierce beasts.
"You’re all here, please give Zhu Minglang a favor and don’t trouble the Dawn citizens." Zhu Minglang addressed the On Beasts.
The On Beasts lowered their heads.
The owner of Glutton, was he not an existence equal to the ancestor Chi You, his words were the gospel, worthy of noting down!
"Hur-hur~~~~~~~~"
The On Beast King, a Black Bull Emperor, expressed its reverent agreent!
"I know you need to eat to survive, but constant disasters aren’t the way; small calamities every three years, major catastrophes every ten years are what align with the Heavenly Dao’s warnings. Black Bull King, discuss with your subordinates about how to arrange them—don’t just ravage one place, as tornting lives won’t give you any benefits either." Zhu Minglang continued.
The Black Bull Emperor pawed at the clouds with its hooves, indicating it wrote everything down and would arrange it soon.
Previously, it had been too lazy, failing to manage the On Beasts under its control, allowing them to levy heavenly tributes and spread panic arbitrarily.
"By the way, are those divine artifacts useful to you?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Hiss~~~~~~~" The Black Bull Emperor imdiately snorted, indicating those things were just scarecrows, frightening so minor disaster birds, unable to intimidate real wild boars, wolves, or bears!
"It’s indeed a lie of authoritarian rule; watch your performance at the hunting gathering in three days, and let all the people see the true face of this thing." Zhu Minglang said.
"Hur!"
Understood!
The Black Bull Emperor promised to hold a phenonal event for those rulers who deceived their people!
"Therefore, disperse now; rember what I said, to warn the people without tornting them, leaving room for things, so a beast can last long; otherwise, if you cause too much distress, you’ll eventually be beheaded by warriors." Zhu Minglang stated.
After hearing these words, the On Beasts departed as if enlightened.
Zhu Minglang did not seek to exterminate the On Beasts.
These On Beasts have their purpose in existence; otherwise, the mortal world would have long been corroded by greed, laziness, and ignorance. Humans can easily lose their way, hence the need for vigilance.
The existence of the On Beasts is the warning to humanity.
If there’s flooding, wisdom needs to be used to manage it.
In dry weather, people need to be careful with fire, to guard against what is yet unseen.
On Beasts can’t be entirely eradicated; their very birth arises from the intemperance of humans.
Only by maintaining a balance can all living things endure eternally.
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