Now that Ke Xiaoliang has grasped the handle of heaven in this world, he will certainly not let it go easily.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it mean that we have failed to live up to the teachings of the sages of the Ten Demon Sects?
If you have to pass the blame, you still have to blame Tiandao himself in this world.
Who allowed him to allow sects like the Ten Demon Sect to exist in the world and carry forward their theories?
The Galaxy Sect fell into battle, and at this time Ke Xiaoliang had temporarily given up.
He knew that this incident was just the beginning, not the end.
As long as his core appeal remains, there will be no shortage of similar conspiracies and calculations. In the infinite world, there are too many careerists and people with ulterior motives, so how can we deal with it?
But, just as Ko Xiaoliang originally intended, use a world as a shield.
Any contradictions and attacks will be directed at the world first, and then at him.
The world is his warning bell.
And as long as he keeps the door to the world and prevents it from falling inexplicably, Ke Xiaoliang will never fall into an embarrassing situation.
In a sense, Ke Xiaoliang envelops the entire world and the infinite creatures that this world breeds.
Under such a general premise, it is meaningless to have any unnecessary worries and worries.
Just like a wealthy businessman holding a lot of money, even if he is hidden in the mountains and forests, there is still an endless stream of people making plans.
This is naturally brought about by the identity and position we are in. No one can enjoy the glory and wealth and still be as ordinary and carefree as ordinary people.
Although it is necessary to be vigilant and cautious, and to take careful precautions, it is not necessary to always keep it in the first place. On the contrary, it will delay the development and changes of other things.
In the final analysis, improving one's own strength is the top priority.
Therefore...the progress and development of the wild world must be grasped.
As for whether others have put this matter aside, Ke Xiaoliang has no control over it.
He continues to erase the traces of his existence in many worlds, no longer guides everything as he did in the past, and constantly makes each world more real and de-gamed.
The purpose is to increase the 'free' atmosphere in many worlds so that monks can speak freely in those worlds with confidence and boldness.
Ke Xiaoliang, on the other hand, can take the opportunity to collect a large amount of information and continue to use his big data deduction method.
The secrets of heaven are ever-changing and destiny is unpredictable. Although the big data deduction method is by no means foolproof, it can become a reference that allows Ke Xiaoliang to find a new exit when facing difficulties in thinking.
The meeting of all races gradually came to an end amidst the changes of mountains and seas and the changes of all things.
Redefining the location of mountains and seas is the purpose of the Gathering of All Nations.
How to reward those meritorious warriors is up to the wishes of each god.
At this point, no one, no god, has ever set a fixed standard.
Some gods are very generous, giving divine blood, divine power, divine weapons to meritorious warriors, and even promising to help them become gods.
There are also some gods who are very stingy, only verbal encouragement, and even stingy with divine power rewards.
This feels a bit like opening a blind box.
It has nothing to do with personal ability or previous contributions.
Simply because God is different from God.
Through such uneven rewards, Ke Xiaoliang once again conveyed a message to the monks.
This is a world where the gods are free to make decisions.
There is no fairness, no justice, no absolute rules, and no reason to speak of.
Everything is done according to the preferences of the gods.
Even rearranging the mountains and seas and holding a meeting of all races... it was just because these gods were bored that they caused trouble.
The heroic sacrifice of the soldiers may only be related to their face, or it may be a verbal gamble.
It doesn't really matter.
Just like a person throws out a meat bone for wild dogs to fight over, and sprinkles a large amount of rice grains for ants to busy themselves.
The real meaning of victory is not about success or failure, but about pleasing.
The indigenous people who were truly born in this world may not think deeply about it in a short time.
But those monks who have traveled from the real world, after calming down, will definitely review and summarize the entire Ten Thousand Races Conference incident.
In the end, it is not difficult to come to such a conclusion.
After all... redefine the mountains and seas, and rearrange the hunting grounds and living environment of each tribe.
What does it have to do with those gods?
The gods in this world are not gods of faith.
They are gods of blood and nature whose great power is attributed to themselves, and everything comes from their own.
It is people who need to believe in gods to gain their attention and favor, and then have the ability to walk and survive in the world, but it is not the gods who need people's faith to maintain their existence and greatness.
After clarifying this logic, many conclusions are obvious.
In the wild world, there is a place without darkness, a place where the sun and the moon change with each other, illuminated by the sun bird. Naturally, there is also a place where there is eternal night without sun, stars or moon.
Yeshan is one of the places of eternal night in the wild world.
The people living here are the descendants of Ye Jiuyin. Whether they are the plant elves, ferocious wild beasts, or humans... they all have the blood of Ye Jiuyin.
Like many gods, the reason why they favor humans more is just because humans are smarter and know how to please them.
Just like the same father who has a group of children, the father will always prefer children who can please and please.
At this time, a special meeting was being held in Yeshan.
Yeshan is a place where darkness is always shrouded.
The stars don't come, the sun and the moon don't mess with each other. Except for Ye Jiuyin, no other gods will pay attention to this place.
At night, Jiuyin is happy to sleep.
When He was sleeping, the wind on the night mountain would constantly hit the forest in the dark night.
It was like Ye Jiuyin's snoring.
"I won't say the name, as long as everyone knows who it is."
"He lived a lot for the Ten Thousand Races Conference, and fought almost to the last of his strength on Xihuang Mountain. However, the god above him was so cruel and harsh to him that he was not even willing to grant him the power to repair his physical injuries."
"We were born free, why do they have to be aloof forever?" In the dark environment, one person took the lead in speaking out against the gods.
Then a large number of people started their complaints like a relay race.
Gradually, what was originally a complaint turned into outright resentment.
And this resentment gradually became more intense, and began to be filled with a fierce sense of resistance.
In a fierce atmosphere, few people remain silent.
In the pitch-black environment, those warriors with amazing powers could still see everyone's face clearly.
However, everyone had a tacit understanding and did not call each other's names.
"They're not always on top either."
"Years ago, they were just like us."
"There are some things they can do...why can't we do it?" The topic has finally reached this point, which is the summary of the first chapter.
All the people who had gathered on the night mountain with ulterior motives gradually became silent at this moment.
Only one voice continued the rumor.
"Of course we do! But how do we do it?"
"They are far away in the God Realm, and their strength is not equal to ours. How should we defeat them and then seize their position?"
As soon as this question came up, it directly guided the topic to the core focus.
We are all monks, so just listen to the high-sounding words you say and don’t take them too seriously.
There is no need to mention any grievances or not.
In the adult world, these two words do not exist.
There is only 'ability'.
If you don’t give it to me, I’ll get it.
This is a stronger attitude.
"We don't know, but there are beings who should know."
"If you can't cross to the heaven, then you can't cross to the abyss of the earth?" A cold voice said.
Many people have thought of this answer, but he just said it.
"Everyone is carrying the blood of the gods, and I'm afraid they will die if they go there. The ancient gods imprisoned in the abyss don't have a good temper," one person said.
"Then find some survivors who carry the blood of the ancient gods and let them go to the abyss to find out information." Someone immediately followed and became a compliment.
"But as far as I know, basically all monks are of the bloodline of the New God. The random probability of the bloodline of the Ancient God is not high. Maybe someone is... but we can't find it. Even if we find it, we may not be willing to Cooperate." As usual, doubters exist to promote the development of the incident.
At this time, in the darkness, a thin man said: "I do know a person who may be able to serve as a chess piece."
"Who?" everyone asked in unison.
The thin man said: "In the southern polar region, on the bank of Yangshui, there is the Zhu Yan tribe, the second-blood descendant of the ancient god of fire and the god of Yangshui, Zhu Yanxu."
"Are you talking about an aborigine?" he asked questioningly.
The thin man said: "That's right! Not only is he an aborigine, but if expected... he is also a son of the world."
"Although there may be a lot of Children of the World in this world, I still conclude that... he is the more special one."
"If one day, this world will evolve into a great war between the sons of the world, and they will start the second divine war, with new gods replacing the old ones. Then Zhu Yanxu must be one of the most special ones."
Everyone on the night mountain looked at each other.
Although some gangsters instinctively want to deny it, they can't find an excuse at all.
After all, when face to face, you have to speak responsibly.
It doesn't matter if the proposal is broken.
What matters most is giving alternatives.
"Then let's vote by a show of hands!"
"Those who agree raise their hands, those who disagree don't have to say anything." A square-faced man said.
Then, on the barren slope, a large number of palms were raised.
After setting the general direction, the next step is the specific operation and implementation details.
Wilderness time, dozens of days later, in the southern polar region.
In addition to the place where the meandering Yangshui flows, a large amount of vegetation is still preserved for living creatures to inhabit.
The area that Yang Shui cannot cover and radiates is already a piece of sand.
The intense and scorching heat never ceases to lash this land that was almost abandoned by the gods, burning the sand into a red-yellow color.
Zhu Yanxu, who had grown several years older and looked absolutely like an adult, was leading a group of tribal warriors to dig a river channel.
As long as the river channel is dug, the Yangshui can be diverted to the barren land.
The places where Yangshui flows will gradually be covered by vegetation.
As a result, the Zhu Yan tribe will have a large new hunting ground.
This is something that will benefit the present generation and benefit the future.
This is something that only Zhu Yanxu dares to think about and can execute.
As a descendant personally selected by the God of Yang Shui, he is the representative of the God of Yang Shui in the mortal world.
His will can spread up and down Yangshui, guiding the flow and changes of this miraculous river.
Suddenly, the sky and the earth became extremely quiet.
There seemed to be a little more tranquility in the originally dull and hot air.
All the warriors of the Zhu Yan tribe stopped holding stone axes and various digging tools in their hands, and looked up at the distant sky, their expressions gradually becoming solemn.
Just in a moment, dark clouds and black scorching wind came in, covering the sky and the sun, and the rushing red-yellow sand moved quickly like a high wall.
It's like giant peaks rushing forward driven by the strong wind.
Everything happened so fast!
It’s too hasty!
It doesn't give anyone any reaction time at all.
The beating sand and stones on the ground gradually revealed their ferocity and madness.
Now, it is obviously too late to escape from this place and return to the forest.
In the face of the majesty of the vastness of heaven and earth, even those barbarians with supernatural abilities are still as fragile as ants.
A strong individual, facing an even more powerful natural disaster, is still like a mantis trying to control a chariot.
The experienced 'old men' began to perform magic quickly.
They slit their wrists and let a large amount of blood spill out, infecting the surrounding sand.
Then they piled up the sand and burned it quickly with fire magic.
The originally scattered sand was forcibly kneaded into larger crystal stones.
The spar is arranged into a small arc-shaped bunker.
The old people dug up the sand, jumped into the pit, and placed bunkers above their heads. In this way, they wanted to create a small space for themselves that would not be buried alive or filled up.
As for waiting for the violent sand and dust to sweep through.
How deep they will be buried underground, and whether they can lift the obstruction above their heads and breathe the hot and hot air again... depends on their lives.
It is always better than being torn apart by strong winds and sand in the first place, or being buried unpreparedly under a thick giant sand dune, unable to breathe, and suffocated to death.
If the old man takes the lead and demonstrates, others will naturally follow suit.
The only difference is personal hands-on ability, and a batch of survivor screenings have been completed in advance.
The river channel has not been dug yet, and the ceremony to worship the god of Yangshui has not yet been carried out. The Yangshui will not flow here, and the distant water cannot solve the disaster that is close at hand.
Zhu Yanxu, whose bloodline was strong and noble, had no choice but to follow the example of those 'old men' and carve out a shelter for himself.
Of course, he didn't have to use his own blood to act as instant glue.
With the fingertips swaying, even in the extremely dry desert, some water was still squeezed out.
But it was only enough for him alone.
It was difficult for him to care about the warriors from the same tribe next to him.
The teachings of the wild world made Zhu Yanxu have no idea of overestimating his own capabilities, challenging nature, and shouldering the suffering of everyone.
Digging Yangshui is a proposal widely adopted by the entire Zhu Yan tribe... and even the remnants of the Fire God.
Therefore, various tribes dispatched warriors to follow orders and dig rivers.
Now that he has encountered a risk, it is force majeure, and Zhu Yanxu will not have any psychological burden at all.
To survive in a wild world, if the responsible party must be held accountable for everything, then everyone will not be able to survive.
Here... for ordinary people, life itself is an extremely, extremely difficult thing.
This is especially true in the southern polar regions where the living environment is extremely harsh.
The overwhelming red-yellow dust rolled across the sky, and everything in sight was covered by the dark red-yellow color.
The experience of those old people is indeed useful!
But they all underestimated the intensity of this storm.
When every grain of sand is like a steel knife, like a sharp arrow, like a bullet, it pounces.
The defensive crystal stone, which had been burned and had its texture changed, was also shattered by the blow.
When the strong wind blew up, the few people who were crawling at the front were swept out of the sand pit and torn to pieces in the wind.
Then, it was like a brute beast, violently walking through the sand.
One after another, people were pulled up from the sand pit like pulling out carrots, sent high into the sky, and torn into pieces.
Seeing the storm, it swept towards Zhu Yanxu.
Without having time to think deeply, Zhu Yanxu waved his hand to squeeze out the remaining moisture in the wind, and then turned into two water snakes, surrounding himself, trying to form a simple protection.
Unexpectedly, in just an instant, the water snake was directly evaporated by the huge heat contained in the first layer of the storm.
Not surprisingly, Zhu Yanxu was caught in the storm and flew high into the sky.
There was no more moisture in the air.
The fire cloud symbol between Zhu Yanxu's eyebrows flashed with flames.
The huge fire energy around him cooperated with the divine blood in Zhu Yanxu's body, mobilizing a huge magical effect.
The fire clouds were released towards the surroundings, and the opposing hot wind pressure barely maintained a balance of force.
So that Zhu Yanxu would not be torn to pieces by the storm immediately... just like his kin.
But such a balance cannot last long.
The rotating sandstorm is like a huge millstone formed between heaven and earth.
It grinds everything up easily.
Even if Zhu Yanxu maintained the balance for a short time, this balance could not last long.
When he can no longer support it, that is when he dies.
"Towards the center!"
"The quietest part of the storm is its center!" A voice suddenly sounded in Zhu Yanxu's ears.
Zhu Yanxu was stunned for a moment, almost losing his balance and then being sucked into the storm.
"Who is it?" Zhu Yanxu's voice was easily crushed in the strong wind and sand waves.
His questions received no explanation or answer.
It was as if that voice had never appeared and was just his pure hallucination.
Zhu Yanxu felt increasingly tired.
The ancient god of fire has perished.
The divine power and divine blood remaining in the bodies of all the descendants of the Vulcan have actually lost their support.
With his special identity and talent, Zhu Yanxu can indeed do more than ordinary people of his own race.
But it’s also limited.
Among the majestic power of nature, his strength and leadership are actually jokes that can be broken at the first glance.
Finally, Zhu Yanxu felt that he could no longer hold on.
With no choice, Zhu Yanxu decided to follow the guidance of the voice and give it a try.
Head towards the center of the storm!
This huge storm is like a manic and out-of-control god.
It is venting its anger wantonly in this polar region.
Perhaps...this anger stems from the fallen God of Fire.
There is still a lot of unwillingness and resentment in life.
How could Shen Yun be willing to decline like this?
Zhu Yanxu will not think so much at this time. What he has to do now is to tear apart the obstacles in front of him, like a nail or a chisel, piercing the core of the storm and entering the so-called quiet place.
A red centipede that was originally hidden deep in the sand was easily cut into hundreds or even thousands of pieces.
The carapace, which was originally strong enough to withstand the brute force attack of the sword, was no more fragile than a leaf in this storm.
What's more than a hundred-footed red centipede that's not sturdy?
Zhu Yanxu had only heard of it but had never seen it. Some wild beasts that were rumored to appear in the depths of the polar regions also appeared in the form of broken corpses in the rolling storm.
The further he advanced into the depths of the storm, the more he saw a large number of corpses that frightened Zhu Yanxu.
These once powerful beings have now lost their former ferocity and vitality.
The powerful natural disaster seemed to bring all originally unequal creatures back to the line of equality.
In this line, nothing is different.
Zhu Yanxu almost gave up!
He saw too many legendary beasts that died in the storm. The closer to the core, the more and more powerful the corpses appeared.
He did not feel that he was stronger or more powerful than these rumored wild beasts.
The reason why he was lucky enough to be alive may just be because he mobilized the divine power of Yang Shui and Fire God to form a temporary cycle on the surface of his body.
This cycle has a certain unloading function and can offset most of the storm impact.
Zhu Yanxu didn't know how long this cyclic force-relieving method could last.
Maybe... the next moment the balance is broken, he will be torn apart.
Finally, he saw the deep red eye of the storm.
At this time, he no longer had any hesitation.
Jumping forward, all the power was superimposed behind him and exploded suddenly.
As if equipped with a rocket launcher, Zhu Yanxu boldly broke into the core of the storm with great impact and determination.
What was beyond his expectation, but what he expected, was that the center of the storm was so quiet and stable.
There is a sharp contrast and gap between here and the mania, anger, and destruction of everything outside.
However, Zhu Yanxu is not the only 'guest' here.
He saw a living body.
Zhu Yanxu didn't know why he came to such a conclusion.
But that's what he decided.
It was like... the corpse itself was sending this signal to him.
But I saw this 'corpse', twenty or thirty feet long, naked with its eyes at the top, and covered with red and transparent hair, which were floating like seaweed.
There was a certain vicious aura all over his body.
Zhu Yanxu felt as if he was about to be dried out just by being close to it.
If he simply possessed any kind of divine blood, he would have been roasted into a mummy.
Only the blood of the Yangshui God protected the moisture around his body. The Vulcan bloodline also gave him strong resistance to heat and drought, allowing him to continue to look at this 'corpse'.
Suddenly, it seemed to be startled, accompanied by a violent roar.
The corpse opened its mouth again.
A strong stench floated along the quiet air.
Zhu Yanxu smelled an extremely strong rancid smell.
Then, the terrifying suction force aimed at Zhu Yanxu, trying to draw away the blood from his body.
Zhu Yanxu was immobilized by this suction.
Try your best to ensure that the blood in your body will not break out.
"This is Hanba!"
"Of course, not the oldest Drought Demon!"
"Bane! She is the daughter of the God Emperor of the previous generation. She was originally a female slave. The ancient god fell, the god emperor was cut into pieces, and after the abyss was sealed, the female slave was cursed by the new god and turned into a drought demon. Wherever she passed, the red land was Thousands of miles away. This drought demon is an ancient corpse transformed from the blood of a female demon, or it may have once been a demigod." The voice that had sounded in Zhu Yanxu's ears before appeared again.
"What it needs is blood, and you are the son of the God of Yangshui... Why don't you turn all the blood in your body into water?"
"If it's just for a while, he won't die!"
Zhu Yanxu wanted to ask who this voice was, and why he didn't tell him in advance that there was such a vicious existence hidden in the storm.
But at this moment, Zhu Yanxu made a choice that was not in line with the habits of most barbarians, but in line with the status of a chosen person.
He didn't ask, didn't question.
Instead, just start trying.
When the divine blood of the Yangshui God releases divine power.
The blood in Zhu Yanxu's body was cleansed into pure water by divine power in an instant.
Sure enough, once the blood turned into water, Hanba's ability to absorb and control the blood disappeared from Zhu Yanxu's body.
"Be careful not to wake it up again."
"Its consciousness has not yet recovered, it should only be instinctive."
"I will teach you how to draw a talisman. You can try to use divine power to carve it on its body. If you can control it, it may help you solve the predicament at hand." The voice continued to appear.
Then a piece of Zhu Yanxu's hair separated from his body on its own.
Then, before his eyes, it twisted into a strange rune.
Zhu Yanxu quickly memorized the rune, then stretched out his hand and tried to draw it with his divine power.
Soon, he mastered this rune.
Then under the guidance of the voice, the rune was imprinted towards the top of Drought Demon's head.
The first time didn't work.
Han Bao was shocked. Although he hadn't woken up yet, he burst out with even more terrifying energy.
The second time, Zhu Yanxu succeeded.
There was some kind of synchronous connection between him and Drought Demon.
In addition to the divine power of the God of Yangshui and the God of Fire, Zhu Yanxu gained a third power...a power that was different from gods, but very similar to divine power.
But at the same time, Zhu Yanxu's body began to be covered with fine red hair.
"How is this going?"
"What you taught me... weren't the runes to enslave this ancient Drought Demon corpse?" Zhu Yanxu asked.
Although I was slightly panicked, I had no regrets.
His questioning was just a formality, not regret for his previous 'gullibility'.
Because Zhu Yanxu understands very well.
If he had not chosen to carve the runes, he would have been sucked into a mummy.
Using divine power to change water flow and replace blood circulation in the body is only a temporary solution and cannot last long.
Understood the basics.
It seems that there is a choice after that, but in fact there is no...unless you don't want to live anymore.
"of course not!"
"what's on your mind?"
"This ancient corpse of the Drought Demon is far more powerful than you. Even if it is sleeping and has no awakening consciousness, it is still wishful thinking for you to enslave and control it."
"What I'm teaching you is a magic charm. It's like lending its power to you."
"In this way, it will think that you are the same kind and will not hurt you again." The voice said to Zhu Yanxu.
Zhu Yanxu's eyes were calm, and he didn't know whether he fully believed this explanation.
"Who are you anyway?"
"Why do you want to help me?"
"Why can you talk to me in such an environment?"
"Or are you here, but I didn't see you?" Zhu Yanxu asked a series of questions in his heart.
He has endured it for a long time, and now he can finally bear it no longer.
As a true barbarian, his city is already considered profound among barbarians.
"Who I am is not what you should be thinking about right now."
"But who you will be."
"The power of the Drought Demon is poisonous. If you accept its power, you can temporarily avoid being killed by the Drought Demon. But because of this, you are constantly being exaggerated by it. Soon... you will become a living corpse, with body Covered with red hair and brown scales. After that, your soul will be destroyed, and the body will continue to create drought and heat, until many years later, a new consciousness is born in your body."
"And the real you is already completely dead." The voice did not answer Zhu Yanxu's question at all, but instead threw this reality in front of Zhu Yanxu.
Zhu Yanxu felt uncomfortable in his heart.
His face was trying to remain calm.
"You should be able to help me!"
"If it was just to let me die, you wouldn't have helped me before." This is the only thing Zhu Yanxu can be sure of.
"Of course I don't want to see you die."
"Not only your birth, but it also has something to do with me." That voice seemed to intentionally mention something that was quite embarrassing for Zhu Yanxu.
Zhu Yanxu also suddenly thought of what the patriarch had said... about the Yang water drying up when he was born.
"The source of the Drought Demon is the Female Demon. Only by finding the Female Demon can it be possible to cut off the connection between you and the Drought Demon. And the Female Demon... is very likely to be deep in the abyss of the earth."
"If you want to live, if you want to solve the problem at hand, if you want to get the answers to everything... then go to the Abyss!" The voice gradually drifted away, as if it had already left.
Zhu Yanxu kept shouting, trying to recall the voice, but no longer received any response.
The storm gradually began to ease.
Hanba still didn't wake up.
But Zhu Yanxu had already landed on the ground, looking at the endless desert in trance.
He has strayed too far from the Yangshui Basin.
Fortunately, he still had a connection with Yang Shui.
After hesitating, Zhu Yanxu buried Hanbao in the sand and rushed towards the Yangshui River Basin.
He didn't quite believe what the voice said.
Zhu Yanxu planned to return to Yangshui first and ask the clan leader.
Or soak in the Yang Water, and use the remaining divine power of the Yang Water God to remove the power of the drought demon from the body.
