Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses Chapter 927 - 919: The Justice of the Human Race

"A fated person? Then they must be very formidable, right?"

An Zizai looked at the two nas on the paper and sighed, thinking, for the Ancestor to personally write their nas, they must be extraordinary.

Wei Ye, Liu An.

An Zizai rembered these two nas.

He didn’t know when these two would co to Central Heaven.

After spending a long ti with Gu An, he also understood what to ask and what not to ask. Matters concerning the future should not be inquired about, while past events could be freely discussed.

After finding solace with the Ancestor, An Zizai bid farewell with a courtesy, preparing to inform the other disciples to focus on their cultivation.

Although Gu An had closed the Life Span Dojo, his Dao Intent enveloped this land, allowing him to perfectly avoid cause and effect deductions. Unless the Immortal Gods ca here personally, even then, he could erase the mories of the Immortal Gods.

He currently still preferred this secluded life. Compared to constant fighting, life held many interesting things.

Playing chess with others, traveling through mountains and waters, fishing in rivers, painting by the mountainside and waterside, and so on, each having its own unique joy. He could also find the True aning of the Great Dao and comprehend it amidst these pleasures.

The Saints can already harness the Great Dao, but the Great Dao is vast, continuously creating transformations, endlessly born. The Saints’ Enlightennt still aids in cultivation, but their angles and perspectives of Enlightennt have changed.

After An Zizai left, Gu An continued writing nas, practicing his calligraphy.

The spring breeze blew by, and the River of Ti in Central Heaven kept extending.

...

A million years later, Central Heaven beca silent.

Above the sea of clouds, Li Xuanmiao, wearing the white robe of an Immortal Monarch, stood shoulder to shoulder with several other Immortal Monarchs. They were gazing at the mortal world, discussing.

"This Supre Demon God has already gained montum and cannot be stopped."

"Naturally, as he was once the Son of Heaven who held power in the Celestial Court."

"I wonder what His Majesty is thinking, could it really be that he lets him run amok? At this rate, the perfect creation by Hall Master Taihao will be destroyed."

"Indeed, Central Heaven possesses more creation than other realms, being able to beco a significant force of the Celestial Court."

"It is said that His Majesty ceded power to Heavenly Emperor Tai Shang because Heavenly Emperor Tai Shang is stronger..."

One Immortal Monarch had barely finished speaking when he was glared at by the others, quickly silencing him.

Three feet overhead dwells the divine, and even Immortal Gods fear, because in their hearts, the Celestial Emperor is Heaven, and Heaven is everywhere, naturally able to see them.

Although Li Xuanmiao did not participate in the discussion, he deeply despised the Supre Demon God.

Back then, Heavenly Emperor Tai Shang brought calamity to the Three Thousand Great Worlds, slaughtering countless living beings. Large regions fell because of him, causing Li Xuanmiao to be filled with anger and hostility towards him.

Now, seeing Heavenly Emperor Tai Shang descend again, bringing harm to new worlds, his animosity reached its peak, wishing to personally descend and exterminate him.

Even though this Supre Demon God possessed power comparable to so Immortal Monarchs, Li Xuanmiao would absolutely charge at the front if ordered.

The Immortal Monarchs, having ntioned the Celestial Emperor, fell into silence.

When they first arrived, their anticipation dissipated, for with the mischief of the Supre Demon God, their subsequent Immortal Positions would not be peaceful.

After a while, an Immortal Monarch spoke, "Let’s go, it’s ti to find a place to establish a dojo."

The other Immortal Monarchs nodded, and Li Xuanmiao also followed them, flying away from the direction of the Supre Demon God.

Before descending to the Lower Realm, there was already a Celestial Order informing them not to confront the Supre Demon God. Initially, they were curious as to which Demon God could command Cangtian not to let them touch him. They never thought this Demon God was the reincarnated Son of Heaven, making them realize their upcoming years would be walking on thin ice.

When the Immortal Gods descended, no phenona manifested, for even they did not dare give hope to all living beings.

In these million years, all powerful beings who vocally opposed the Supre Demon God vanished, all stripped of their cultivation by him. There were undoubtedly many Great Powers still existing in secret, but no one dared resist him openly.

The Human Race took the opportunity to proliferate greatly, people spread across the world, showing signs of becoming Masters of Heaven and Earth.

News of the Supre Demon God grew less, not because he paused, but because there were few opponents to make him fight with all his might. Now he could subdue opponents within three moves, so naturally no news would spread.

But on this day, the Supre Demon God faced an opponent he found hard to harm.

Under the blue sky, amidst flying sand and stones, on the cliffs above a gorge stood two figures. One was the Supre Demon God, his head full of disheveled white hair, wearing a black and red long robe, with an aura of evil condensed into blood-like energy surrounding him. His eyes carried a dark red, faintly showing blood threads, looking overwhelmingly sinister.

The other was Wujue, who once visited the White-haired Ancestor with Heavenly Emperor Tai Shang.

Wujue was already an Innate Golden Immortal. Across the world, his cultivation wasn’t much, yet he still ca to confront the Supre Demon God.

Looking at the Supre Demon God, Wujue found it difficult to associate him with that Supre Daoist friend. His eyes were complex, myriad words dissipated in his heart.

At this mont, he felt no need to say anything, as the other’s aura already spoke volus.

The Supre Demon God indeed had many words to say, and he spoke, "You also belong to the Human Race, why stop ? Though all living beings see as a demon, I am the justice the Human Race pursues. I have never hard people and even helped many, leading the Human Race to prosperity."

Wujue said calmly, "That was the human race of Central Heaven; your deeds have not been kind to . I cultivate in Central Heaven, benefiting from its creation, and have the responsibility to maintain the order of Heaven and Earth."

The Supre Demon God smiled and said, "My cultivation has reached the Miao Zhen Daluo Immortal Realm. Do you know the gap between us? After your breakthrough is the Heaven-Balancing Golden Immortal; above that is the Taiqing Golden Immortal, and above Taiqing Golden Immortal is the Heaven-Opening Daluo Immortal. Above the Heaven-Opening Daluo Immortal is my realm."

Listening to his words, Wujue’s gaze subtly changed, yet his face still showed a resolute color.

The Supre Demon God stared at Wujue, coldly saying, "With just a thought, you would vanish to ashes. What gives you the courage to fight ? What are you thinking? Gambling on my rcy and nostalgia?"

Boom—

The cliffs on both sides instantly shattered, and the entire world darkened. Wujue floated in mid-air, his entire body tense, instinctively feeling fear, his eyes widened, and his forehead covered in cold sweat. He couldn’t believe how powerful the Supre Demon God was!

Suddenly!

The Supre Demon God appeared before him, striking his face with a palm. Instantly, his sight plunged into darkness.

And then, Wujue lost consciousness.

What seed like an eternity passed.

Wujue abruptly opened his eyes. He instinctively sat up, finding himself amid ruins, surrounded by debris. He reached for his body, discovering even his robe was unhard.

He looked toward the horizon, his expression turning complex.

"You speak so ruthlessly, why spare my life?"

Wujue murmured to himself, sighing involuntarily.

The reason he dared to confront the Supre Demon God naturally was that he had his backing; he had the thod of reincarnating and reviving, and could beco stronger for it, intending to test the Supre Demon God’s might first.

Yet the Supre Demon God spared him, unsettling his heart once more.

Whatever righteousness there was, Wujue cared more about his own feelings.

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