The man's smile sent chills down my spine.
The two words, spoken so casually, seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, like a hammer striking their hearts.
The biting wind blew his robes, the bells hanging from his waist, and the chains wrapped around his ankles. The tinkling sounds were clearly audible to everyone in the crowded Fengyuntai, as if a fallen god was mourning his demise. Just by standing there motionless, he possessed a power that inspired awe.
The gate to the Floating Pagoda Realm was not closed, and wisps of spiritual energy leaked out from inside, like a bright spot in the dim world, illuminating people's murky eyes.
"As the Holy Son of Heaven, protecting all living beings is your birth duty, yet you have stubbornly gone astray and become a scourge upon the world. Today, the Fate Pavilion, having received the mandate of Heaven, will forcibly execute the mission you were born with!"
"Heaven and earth are benevolent; they cherish the children who live in their embrace. They sent you to save the world, but you have betrayed their trust and gone against the grain. So at least before you die, you should fulfill their final expectations of you!"
The Grand Elder's voice was filled with sorrow and vicissitude, as if he were lamenting Xiao Xun's betrayal, or as if he were regretting the loss of such a Heavenly Saint in the mortal world.
The group of disciples from the Floating Pagoda Realm standing behind him looked at the Heavenly Dao Saint Son, who remained calm on the high platform not far away, and felt a faint sense of anticipation in their hearts.
A mere Floating Pagoda Realm of unknown origin can make them revered by the world. If... if the consciousness of this Heavenly Dao Saint could be constructed into a completely new "Floating Pagoda Realm," the spiritual power and fortune within it would be absolutely incomparable to the current Floating Pagoda Realm.
Xiao Xun seemed completely unaware that the Grand Elder was sentencing him to death, or perhaps he was aware but didn't care at all.
The Grand Elder looked at Xiao Xun with a gloomy gaze, "We will forcibly break through your sea of consciousness. After your death, your sea of consciousness will become a new Floating Pagoda Realm. In this way, it can be considered your final contribution to the world."
Upon hearing this, Sikong and the other man standing in front of Xiao Xun were shocked, their eyes showing disbelief.
Everyone present knew that the secret realms that had appeared in the cultivation world were all formed from the consciousness seas of cultivators after their deaths. Depending on the cultivator's cultivation level and fortune before death, these realms would give rise to many rare treasures. Given Xiao Xun's status as a Heavenly Dao Saint Son, it wasn't hard to imagine how powerful the secret realm formed from his consciousness sea would be. More importantly, however, these secret realms were only opened under specific circumstances. Although the Floating Pagoda Realm had its gates open to the mortal world for many years, there had only been one Floating Pagoda Realm for thousands of years, and no one knew why it had always existed.
However, the Grand Elder of the Fate Pavilion, who represents destiny, now says he wants to turn the Heavenly Dao Saint's sea of consciousness into a second "Floating Pagoda Realm," which means that the Floating Pagoda Realm can exist due to human factors!
This also reminded everyone of something. If the "Floating Pagoda Realm" can be created by human intervention, then could the Floating Pagoda Realm, which has existed for thousands of years, also have been created by human intervention?
Sikong Xin, with a solemn expression, clasped his hands and knelt down on one knee before the Grand Elder, saying, "Grand Elder, please reconsider. Xiao Xun cultivated the Path of Slaughter, so it goes without saying how dangerous his sea of consciousness is. Moreover, after his death, the secret realm is out of control. There is no one in the world who has the ability to maintain the passage connecting the secret realm to the human world. This is simply impossible."
Even the usually carefree Sikong Ye's expression turned serious.
For thousands of years, cultivators have had an ever-growing desire for secret realms, especially after learning of the existence of the Floating Pagoda Realm, which has maintained a connection with the cultivation world for many years. They have become even more insatiable.
Because the spiritual energy of the Floating Pagoda Realm is finite, it has long since lost its former glory over time. At this time, the Heavenly Dao gave birth to the Holy Son Xiao Xun, who was briefly used as nourishment for the Floating Pagoda Realm, nurturing it with the spiritual energy and fortune he brought. However, Xiao Xun was destined not to live up to their wishes. He cultivated the Path of Slaughter, tampering with the twelve formations left on him by the Heavenly Pillar. The spiritual energy of the Floating Pagoda Realm flowed back to him through the Heavenly Pillar, causing its spiritual energy to diminish at a visible rate.
When one Floating Pagoda Realm disappears, they will create a second one.
Undoubtedly, Xiao Xun, who was the Holy Son of Heaven but cultivated the Path of Slaughter, was the best choice.
But how could it be possible to maintain a connection between his secret realm and the human world, just like the Floating Pagoda Realm?
If a "Floating Pagoda Realm" can be created, will such things still happen in the future?
The Grand Elder gave Sikong Xin an approving look and said, "That's right, mortals are not capable of doing it, but Heaven is!"
Sikong Xin was stunned.
Xiao Xun lowered his eyes, a sarcastic smile appearing on his lips.
He lowered his head and looked at the densely packed disciples below the Fengyun Platform. They were all focused on the opening of the Immortal Sect Selection, but did they know what awaited them?
This is a world distorted by rules that only recognize results and ignore cause and effect, giving people opportunities to exploit loopholes. If one can enjoy benefits without bearing any consequences, then why not sacrifice others, or sacrifice the interests of others, to achieve one's goals without punishment?
The Grand Elder walked to the edge of the platform, looking at the beings on the ground who resembled ants, his eyes flashing with a hint of fervor. He proclaimed loudly, "The future Floating Pagoda Realm belongs to every one of us present! But constructing a Floating Pagoda Realm comes at a price! Only those chosen by destiny can obtain this arduous yet glorious opportunity. The Heavenly Dao will borrow your bodies to jointly open the passage connecting the secret realm to the human world!"
These words caused an uproar.
Sikong Xin's face turned deathly pale. He looked at the barrier hanging in the sky and at his disciples on the ground, who were completely unaware of what was happening. His heart almost stopped beating.
The secret realm is formed from the sea of consciousness. After a person dies, their sea of consciousness will be scattered uncontrollably in the space of another world. Perhaps at a certain moment, when the time, place, and people are all right, the gate of the secret realm will open to them. But what the Fate Pavilion is going to do now is to forcibly open Xiao Xun's secret realm when the time, place, and people are not right. If the time, place, and people are not right, then they will use spiritual power and luck to piece together the time, place, and people right!
But spiritual power and luck... are things that only humans possess!
Despite all the grand pronouncements, what the Fate Pavilion does is simply to sacrifice those so-called "chosen by Heaven." Once enough spiritual power and fortune are accumulated, they will be connected bit by bit to Xiao Xun's secret realm, and their lives will be used to forcibly open a passage connecting the secret realm and the human world in the cultivation world!
Sikong Xin felt a chill seeping from his very bones.
For a fleeting moment, he realized that the world he was in was distorted.
He also realized that the current situation was exactly what Xiao Xun wanted to see.
From the very beginning, Xiao Xun took the initiative to reveal his identity to him, to talk to him about his connection with "the rebellion of destiny," and to deliberately show himself and get arrested. Everything he did seemed to be for the present moment.
Is this the dead end he's set for himself?
"Accept the guidance of Heaven—"
The Grand Elder spread his arms, and a surge of spiritual energy flowed outward from his body, connecting heaven and earth. Golden light descended upon the people on the ground, enveloping them like divine light.
"Boom—"
A sound like thunder echoed through the silent Fengyuntai.
The crowd below looked up in confusion, only to see that the highest stone platform of Fengyuntai had been attacked by an external force and had broken apart from the middle. The people standing on the high platform were caught off guard by the sudden situation and fell to the dusty ground along with the falling stone platform.
"Go to hell."
Chu Wenfeng stood before the ruins of the collapsed platform, a large sword slung over his shoulder, his face extremely gloomy.
"What kind of bullshit Siming Pavilion and Futu Realm are you? Do you think I'm stupid?" Chu Wenfeng cursed.
Everyone was stunned by the sudden turn of events and didn't understand what had happened. They were still processing the words of the Grand Elder of the Fate Pavilion when the divine light falling on them made them feel the favor of fate, even though they didn't understand what was going to happen.
But Chu Wenfeng suddenly appeared from some corner, wielding a large knife, and in a few swift movements, he cleaved the platform where the people of the Floating Pagoda Realm were standing in two. By the time everyone came to their senses, the highest platform of the Wind and Cloud Platform had already become a pile of ruins.
The members of the Floating Pagoda Realm, who had crashed into the ruins, reacted quickly. Before they hit the ground, they each flew up and found a foothold. Now, they were scattered in various corners of the Wind and Cloud Platform, frowning as they looked at Chu Wenfeng in front of the ruins.
"presumptuous!"
"So what if I'm being presumptuous?" Chu Wenfeng sneered as he looked at the Grand Elder who had risen from the ruins.
"Ah—Father!"
Before Chu Wenfeng could vent his anger, the head of the Chu family slapped him on the head from behind.
Chu Wenfeng covered his head with his hands and said indignantly, "Why did you hit me? Can't you see what these people are trying to do?"
"Shut up! If I hear another swear word from you, you'd better go back and copy the scriptures a hundred times!"
As he spoke, he glared at Chu Wenfeng with a look of disappointment, then subtly took half a step forward, shielding Chu Wenfeng behind him.
"Father..." Chu Wenfeng wanted to say something, but Chu Guiyi stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, and slowly shook his head at him.
On another high platform, Xiao Xun frowned and looked down.
Sikong Ye crossed his arms and sighed, "This young brother from the Chu family is truly fearless. The Grand Elder was casting a spell when he was interrupted like this."
Sikong Xin rolled his eyes at him, "Brother, don't make sarcastic remarks at a time like this."
"I am truly sorry, my son is young and impetuous, I hope the elder will forgive him. It has been over a hundred years since we last met, I wonder if the elder still remembers me?" The head of the Chu family clasped his hands in a fist salute to the elder.
The elder dusted off his sleeves and threw them at him.
His gaze, sharp as a weapon, was "natural."
"In that case, please, Elder, be lenient and do not hold it against the boy. He may have misunderstood your meaning."
The elder sneered, "I am the one who carries out the Mandate of Heaven, so naturally I will not bother with a mere brat. However, those who obstruct the Mandate of Heaven will have to pay the price."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Wenfeng felt a burning sensation under his feet. Startled, he looked down and found that the divine light that had just disappeared had suddenly reappeared and quickly enveloped him.
"We've heard the news!"
When Chu Guiyi realized what was happening, he immediately tried to pull Chu Wenfeng out of the divine light, but no matter how fast he reacted, he was still a step too late.
Divine light formed a transparent barrier, and a wisp of spiritual power seeped into Chu Wenfeng's dantian. Another wisp of spiritual power gradually rose into the air, quickly spreading to Xiao Xun's side and drilling into the holy son mark between his eyebrows.
Everyone watched this scene in astonishment, but Xiao Xun remained calm and composed like an outsider from beginning to end.
The head of the Chu family was startled, "I've heard the news!"
The First Elder narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and smiled, "Patriarch Chu, congratulations on your son gaining the approval of the Heavenly Dao. He will contribute his own strength to the future Floating Pagoda Realm."
Chu Wenfeng stared blankly at the light enveloping him, feeling his body temperature rapidly dissipating. He looked up and saw many others around him, their bodies enveloped in divine light, golden spiritual energy flowing back into the sky, rushing to Xiao Xun's side.
Chu Guiyi's expression was solemn. He gripped the Flying Bird Nine-Section Whip in his hand, trying to interrupt the upward flow of spiritual energy, but unfortunately, it had no effect at all.
A hint of confusion flickered in the eyes of the boy dressed in glittering gold, and he murmured, "Grandpa, why..."
The Grand Elder smiled and said, "Dove, there is no need to worry. They are mediocre people chosen by the Heavenly Dao. It is their honor to be used by the Heavenly Dao in this life."
“But…” Jiu’er murmured a sentence.
By doing this... isn't it tantamount to sacrificing these innocent people to create a new Floating Pagoda?
Xiao Xun deserved to die, but what about these people? What...did they do wrong?
"Grandpa, didn't the uncle from the Xiaoyao Sect say there are other ways? It doesn't necessarily have to be..."
"Smack—"
"Jiu'er!" The Grand Elder's face immediately turned cold. "You are the hope and future of the Fate Pavilion. Don't say things that will disappoint me."
Jiu'er froze, a clear handprint appearing on his fair and tender face. He tightened his lips, lowered his head, and remained silent.
As more and more spiritual energy flowed into Xiao Xun's body, cold sweat gradually dripped down Xiao Xun's face.
Although abundant spiritual energy can help them advance their cultivation, too much of anything will lead to the opposite of what they desire.
The golden core within a cultivator's body is constantly circulating spiritual energy, but if there is too much spiritual energy, the golden core will not be able to circulate in time, and will eventually explode and die.
To die from body explosion is almost the most cruel and bloody way to die in the cultivation world.
But this is exactly the result that the Fate Pavilion wanted.
"Grandpa, if this continues, Xiao Xun will explode and die," Jiu'er said, her face pale.
"This is punishment for his betrayal of the natural order."
Jiu'er pursed her lips, wanting to say something but daring not to.
Xiao Xun's existence has always been something that can only be admired but not reached in the Floating Pagoda Realm.
Whether he was imprisoned in the Si Ming Pavilion or after he defected from it, countless stories about him circulated in the Floating Pagoda Realm. People feared him, but they also respected him, especially these young cultivators.
They were bound by the rules and regulations of the Floating Pagoda Realm, while Xiao Xun was one of the few who dared to break the rules. Most of the young disciples admired him more than anything else.
That's the kind of person Jiu'er is.
“The formation is on Xiao Xun!” the Chu family patriarch said in a deep voice.
Chu Guiyi nodded, threw out his nine-section flying whip, tied it to a stone pillar, and flew toward Xiao Xun on the high platform.
Everything happened so fast and so unbelievably today that it has already progressed to an irreversible point before they even had the exact same amount of time.
Xiao Xun stood on the high platform, his entire body enveloped in a layer of white mist due to the abundance of spiritual energy within him.
Sikong and the other two, who were not far from him, had already sensed the surging spiritual energy in the mist. It was like seawater with its valve closed, surging and turbulent within Xiao Xun's body. But this was definitely not a solution. Soon, the seawater would completely break through his body.
Sikong Xin frowned deeply. He couldn't understand why Xiao Xun would do this. He clearly had the ability to resist, yet he let things go this far, driving himself to his death.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Sikong Xin couldn't help but ask in a low voice. "If this continues, not only will you die, but these innocent cultivators will also die from the exhaustion of their spiritual energy."
"What... constitutes innocence?"
After a long while, suppressed breathing sounds came from within the white mist.
"Are you saying that no one living in this world is innocent?" Sikong Ye suddenly asked.
"What about Xie Shuci? Is he innocent?"
Upon hearing the name, the man shrouded in white mist let out a pleasant chuckle.
“Of course he’s not innocent,” Xiao Xun chuckled. “But he’s different from the rest of the world. If I want him to live, he has to live.”
Sikong Ye shrugged and said, "You're really strange. You clearly like him, but you're going to leave him to die alone. You don't really plan to let them open your sea of consciousness to benefit the cultivation world... no, I mean, to benefit the Floating Pagoda Realm, do you?"
Xiao Xun chuckled and said, "Perhaps."
"Thank you, young master!" Chu Guiyi flew up to the high platform and looked solemnly at Xiao Xun, who was shrouded in mist.
Sikong Xin blocked his approach, saying, "Don't go over there, his spiritual power is too strong."
Chu Guiyi frowned. "What exactly happened?"
Sikong Ye shrugged and said, "It's just like what you saw. Those old bastards from the Siming Pavilion want to use cultivators from the cultivation world to forcibly break through Xiao Xun's sea of consciousness. When that happens, he and his men will all die."
Chu Guiyi clenched his teeth and asked, "How can we stop it?"
Sikong Xin shook his head and said, "It can't be stopped."
Sikong Ye nodded in agreement, “Brother Chu, you were there when the Helian family head’s affair was exposed, right? The formation used by the Helian family head is similar to this formation. Once the formation is activated, it will not end unless Xiao Xun dies.”
Chu Guiyi was shocked and gasped, "This is forbidden magic? The people from the Fate Pavilion actually used forbidden magic?"
Sikong Ye said, "The laws of heaven and earth only recognize the result and not the cause. They are the ones who set up the formation, but Xiao Xun and these people are the ones who can use it."
Chu Guiyi's face instantly drained of color. "So... everyone who dies under the formation will be banished by heaven and earth, their bodies and souls annihilated?"
Sikong Xin sighed, "That's right."
"There is a mistake."
Just then, Xiao Xun, who was enveloped in white mist, spoke.
The three of them were taken aback and turned to look.
Xiao Xun said calmly, "It's up to him."
"What determines our life and death is not this formation, nor the Heavenly Dao, but me."
Sikong Xin was startled. "What do you mean?"
"I learned a lot at the Fate Pavilion, including the Twelve Forbidden Techniques. Chu Guiyi, if I were to use your cultivation as a price to make the formation work for me, would you be willing?"
Chu Guiyi lowered her head and, almost without hesitation, said, "Please."
Sikong Xin grabbed him and said, "We don't know his purpose, nor do we know what he wants to do with the formation. It's best not to trust him."
Chu Guiyi shook his head and said, "It's not that I'm gullible."
"you……"
If someone can harm the innocent even when he goes berserk, what methods could he possibly use to hurt people?
If we really have to talk about it, it seems that people have been using his identity as the Holy Son of Heaven to hurt him.
As Chu Guiyi walked up to Xiao Xun, the surrounding mist immediately adhered to his skin, burning like a cluster of flames around him. Endless spiritual energy surged into his body, and the spiritual energy that had been absorbed into Xiao Xun's body actually fell from mid-air like scattered stars through Chu Guiyi's body.
As the Chu family head held the dying Chu Wenfeng in his arms, he suddenly discovered that the spiritual energy that had been drawn from his body was actually flowing back into his body!
"This is……"
"The spiritual power is back?"
The man with the Sunset Longbow at his waist frowned and asked, "Elder, what is this...?"
The Grand Elder stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in disbelief, exclaiming, "How is this possible? The formation has been altered? This is impossible!"
"Elder!" The man's voice deepened as he was surprised to find that the divine light that had been enveloping everyone in the cultivation world had unknowingly shifted to them!
"Oh no!" The Grand Elder's expression suddenly changed. "Xiao has found a medium to cover up my formation, and the formation is no longer under my control!"
"grandfather……"
Jiu'er raised her hands, looking at the divine light appearing on her body, her expression bewildered.
He looked to his left and right. The cultivators who had had their spiritual energy drained were now safe and sound. On the contrary, the cultivators who had come out of the Floating Pagoda Realm were shrouded in divine light, and the spiritual energy and fortune in their bodies were constantly flying towards Xiao Xun in the sky.
"Kill Xiao Xun quickly! Once his sea of consciousness is fully opened, we will all perish along with him!" the Grand Elder roared.
The cultivators trapped in the divine light had no energy to approach Xiao Xun.
Jiu'er asked, puzzled, "But Grandpa, haven't we become the chosen ones of Heaven? Shouldn't this be our honor and mission in this life? Isn't it worth sacrificing ourselves for the future and hope of the cultivation world?"
"Smack!" The Grand Elder used all his strength to nearly send Jiu'er flying. "Ridiculous! You are the future and hope of the cultivation world!"
"What exactly is going on?"
"How could this happen so suddenly..."
The cultivators were still unaware of what had happened and stared at the scene before them in bewilderment.
After confirming that Chu Wenfeng and the other disciples were physically unharmed, the head of the Chu family, with an expression as cold as ice, walked up to the group of people from the Floating Pagoda Realm who were shrouded in divine light and said loudly, "Elder, it seems that you are the people chosen by the Heavenly Dao to sacrifice for the future of the cultivation world."
"I see!"
"So this is the guidance of Heaven!"
The many young cultivators on the Wind and Cloud Platform were overjoyed, seemingly unaware that just a moment ago, they too had been on the verge of death.
"Chu Feixiong! Xiao Xun is using your disciples as a medium. Once the formation is completed, he will become a useless person who has lost all his cultivation! If there is the slightest mistake, he will also be pulled into the formation!" the Grand Elder roared.
The Chu family patriarch had a cold expression as he looked up at the high platform in mid-air. Chu Guiyi was shrouded in a layer of mist. A blue pattern spun under his feet, and his life's cultivation seeped into the pattern, becoming a medium connecting Xiao Xun and the spiritual power that was flying in the air.
The head of the Chu family took a deep breath. Guiyi was different from Wenfeng. He was thoughtful, opinionated, and decisive. If he wanted to do something, he would see it through to the end and would never be swayed by the words of others. There must be a reason why he chose to become a mediator.
"So what? Isn't it because Heaven has shown mercy that the desire to return has become the medium?" Chu Feixiong said with a sarcastic smile.
"You've spun your own cocoon!" Chu Feixiong cursed.
The Grand Elder's face was so dark it seemed to drip ink. He was the one who created this formation, and he knew perfectly well that only Xiao Xun's death could end it; otherwise, they would all be drained of their spiritual energy and die sooner or later. Furthermore, they would be considered accomplices of Xiao Xun by the Heavenly Dao and banished from the world together!
The cultivators who descended to the lower realm this time were almost all influential figures from various sects and factions within the Floating Pagoda Realm. If they were to perish together at the Wind and Cloud Platform, it would be a devastating blow to everyone in the Floating Pagoda Realm! Even if they could reconstruct Xiao Xun's sea of consciousness into another "Floating Pagoda Realm," they would definitely not be in charge anymore! Moreover, how could they disappear with Xiao Xun?
"Buzz—"
As time passed, the gate to the second secret realm was slowly pushed open.
A wisp of crimson spiritual energy poured down from the crevice, carrying an unparalleled chilling aura, flooding the world.
"Xiao Xun's sea of consciousness has been opened!"
"This aura... is terrifying!"
"Can this really become the new Floating Pagoda Realm?"
That crimson spiritual energy sent chills down one's spine just by looking at it from afar!
Seeing the spiritual energy overflowing in mid-air, the faces of the people from the Floating Pagoda Realm turned deathly pale, as if their hearts had been ripped out in an instant.
The Grand Elder's face was deathly pale, his lips trembling. "This is... the Crimson Sky Realm?!"
"This is not Xiao Xun's sea of consciousness, this is the sea of consciousness of the Crimson Sky Sword..."
The Crimson Sky Sword is the most ferocious divine sword in the world.
They didn't break through Xiao Xun's sea of consciousness, but rather the sea of consciousness of the Crimson Sky Sword?!
How could this be? Where is Xiao Xun's sea of consciousness?!
The overwhelming malevolent aura emanating from the Crimson Sky Sword was enough to send chills down the spines of anyone who approached it. If someone with a weak will were to hold it, their reason would be quickly consumed by the malevolent aura. And now, its sea of consciousness, cultivated over ten thousand years and containing countless ferocious spirit beasts, had actually opened a crack to the mortal realm?!
If the Crimson Sky Realm were to appear in the world, humanity would surely face a terrible catastrophe!
"Oh no... oh no..."
"Has Xiao Xun gone mad? He'll be struck by lightning! He'll make us get struck by lightning too!"
"Xiao Xun is not afraid of death at all! He wants to drag everyone down with him! He's taking revenge on us... he's taking revenge on Heaven..."
"Madman! This madman! We'll all disappear!"
"We must kill him immediately! We must kill him immediately! Otherwise, we will all die!"
"Kill him quickly! The Crimson Sky Realm must not be opened!"
"call out--"
A longsword covered in crimson flames swept through the air, leaving a bright red trail in the sky and instantly breaking through the barrier above the Wind and Cloud Platform.
The scene on the Fengyun Platform instantly came into view of Sang Qicheng and his group.
With the appearance of the Crimson Sky Sword
Now, more and more crimson spiritual energy is pouring into the human world from the secret realm, almost dyeing the clouds in the sky the color of blood, looking like a red curtain from afar!
"Boom—"
The chaos in the human world finally attracted the attention of Heaven.
Golden-purple lightning flashed within the crimson clouds, chasing the Crimson Sky Sword's movements and striking the Wind and Cloud Platform one by one. A gale swept in, blowing up sand and stones.
In an inn somewhere in the city, a "crack" was heard, a bead shattered, and the man sleeping on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
"The bead broke?"
"That shouldn't be the case. I thought it would take at least another hour for it to break."
"Nonsense, the young master's consciousness is weak, he's about to die! How could he not die quickly?"
"Then what should we do?"
"What can we do? We promised Bixie we wouldn't interfere."
Meanwhile, on the Wind and Cloud Platform, on the golden steps leading from the Floating Pagoda Realm to the mortal world, a figure appeared and disappeared in the wind, gradually stepping onto the steps.
He was dressed in a brocade robe, and looking at the chaos below, he narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.
Sikong Xin was the first to notice this person. "Who is it?"
This person appeared out of nowhere below the Floating Pagoda Realm, and must have come from there. But strangely, the brocade robe he was wearing had a very bizarre pattern on it, which he had never seen before.
"My name is Bixie." The man smiled and nodded slightly at him.
Sikong Xin was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in disbelief. Sikong Ye, who was beside him, also held his breath and stared at him blankly.
A talisman to ward off evil spirits...?
The warding-off evil spirit, which has been missing for thousands of years?
Bixie ignored their astonishment, leaped down from the golden steps, and stood in mid-air, stepping on the void. He raised his right arm, and a golden spiritual energy exploded in the air, instantly stopping the spiritual energy flowing upwards and approaching Xiao Xun.
The wind on the Wind and Cloud Platform stopped, and the formation also ceased.
The people of the Floating Pagoda Realm raised their heads and looked at the figure in mid-air and the spiritual power on his body, their pupils shrinking in shock.
"This is the spiritual power of the Floating Pagoda Realm..."
"I haven't seen such pure spiritual energy in over five hundred years!"
The divine light enveloping the people of the Floating Pagoda Realm stopped absorbing their spiritual power, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you for your help, young hero. Xiao Xun dared to unleash the Crimson Sky Realm to wreak havoc on the world. We beg you to lend us a hand and kill him here!"
Bixie looked at the crowd in confusion and said, "Isn't he the Holy Son of Heaven? Why are you killing him?"
"because……"
"I am Bixie, how can you thank me for saving you?"
Everyone froze, as if they were all being held breathless by a hand.
Bixie looked down at the people and laughed, saying, "Aren't you all ridiculous? The person who was born to protect you, you kill; the person who was born to bring disaster to the world, you beg him and thank him?"
"Sacrificing yourselves to construct a brand new Floating Pagoda Realm...isn't this a great honor bestowed upon you by the Heavenly Dao?"
Although his voice was not loud, it was clear and distinct, like a magical sound that entered everyone's ears.
He was as if he had stripped them naked, repeatedly humiliating them with words, insulting their stupidity and weakness, and wantonly manipulating them at will.
In reality, he did nothing, but with just a few words, he made them feel an overwhelming sense of shame.
Look at this, the Heavenly Saint, who represents half of destiny, wants to destroy the human world he should be protecting, while the human world needs a ward off evil spirit to protect them. Isn't that ridiculous?
Bixie smiled so hard his eyes were barely open, and said gently, "How about I give you two choices?"
"First, I need seven offerings from you to help me refine the Book of Reincarnation, and then I will kill Xiao Xun for you; second, I will stand by and watch you and Xiao Xun disappear together, witnessing the new Floating Pagoda Realm appear in the world in the exact same way as it did seven thousand years ago... Oh, no, this time it's not the Floating Pagoda Realm, but the Crimson Sky Realm."
In the vastness of heaven and earth, all is silent.
——
What did he do wrong?
"Have you ever considered whether the warding off of evil or the evil spirits came first? It is clearly the evil thoughts of people that created the evil spirits, so why should an innocent person bear the blame?"
"What Ascension Conference? What Head of a Hundred Schools! This position is not worthy of me!"
"Listen up, Bixie! From this day forward, whether you wish for the destruction of humankind or for rivers of blood to flow in the cultivation world, if you dare to follow the will of Heaven, fall into darkness, and become a vessel for evil, I, Luo Jingyu, will never forgive you!"
But all he wants is to live with you.
For seven thousand years, he has tried every possible method, but still has not been able to achieve this.
Even this time, only one of you can survive.
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