The Pankong Realm in the Hanhai Region was once the birthplace of that group of old guys. After the war, although there were countless casualties, it fell from a big thousand world to a middle thousand world, and the Pankong Realm became a small thousand world.
Originally, they had tried to use the people there to grow their seeds, but unfortunately, they failed after several attempts.
Even though the monks there had forgotten many things from the past, and even though most of them didn't remember the Holy King Palace, there were certain things deep in their bones that they had never forgotten. This was also why he hated that place the most...
How wonderful are other realms? Which cultivator isn't afraid of death? Living well, cultivating immortality, achieving enlightenment and ascending to heaven, they give them resources, and they use them. Isn't that wonderful?
They don’t understand the so-called faith, the so-called principles, and the so-called persistence.
After looking at the statues in the hall, they didn't want to understand.
In the past, the entire world of Fushengwanyu worshipped and believed in the gods, but when the gods perished, the faith collapsed just as quickly!
We are but lowly ants! The true masters of this world belong to the gods!
"I don't care how you handled the last incident, but this time, I want it to be foolproof! Do you... understand?"
Several people nodded quickly.
"Your Majesty, although the appearance of this seed in the Vast Sea Region's Pankong Realm was beyond our expectations, it's not too surprising. After all, we have set up several altars there before..."
But they didn't expect that they spent so much manpower and resources in other places, racking their brains to set up all kinds of things, but they didn't succeed. On the contrary, the few things they set up in the Pankong Realm were successful...
Is this what they call luck?
Thinking that the original Son of Heaven was born there, as well as the newborn seeds today, they couldn't help but wonder if there was anything special about that place.
As if he understood what they were thinking, the white-robed monk sneered.
"Of course it's special. Do you think those fools and lunatics who jumped into the Eye of Samsara didn't set anything up? Born as the birthplace of Confucianism and Taoism, back then... geniuses emerged in droves, a hundred schools of thought contended, and the immortal world was at its peak. That was no joke..."
"It's just that they're a bit foolish. Saving the world? When the gods created the world, they didn't even dream of saving it... but they... want to rely on their own strength to compete with the entire Heavenly Dao... If they don't fail, who will fail?"
Although the white-robed monk's words were full of disdain, several people still heard some emotion in his words.
Of course I feel emotional. Which of those people back then was not a famous and powerful person in the fairy world?
The Confucian saint Shen Jingshan, the founder of the Illusion Dao Qian Yan, the flying immortal of the Sword Dao Luo Jiu...
"Look... this is the fate of so-called heroes. Even if they want to single-handedly protect the world they love, so what? After the war, who remembers the corpses scattered across the land, the lives lost, the countless regrets? Who remembers the fear they endured day and night? Who remembers the peaceful fairyland they once longed for so much? Who remembers the blood that stained the world red?"
"No one remembers... After the war, they were the ones who died, but what about the survivors? The so-called spiritual flowers blooming everywhere, and all living beings rejoicing, is nothing but self-deception. The war continues, even intensifying. To compete for resources, the cultivators burn, kill, and loot... Wherever they pass, it's like a swarm of locusts, leaving no blade of grass behind. How many places have become places devoid of spiritual energy?"
"They are still indifferent and numb, their relatives killing each other, their compatriots killing each other... They watch everything with indifference, acting arrogantly. But this is all I like to see, even happy! The more they act like this, the happier I feel! It also shows how foolish those fools were back then! They were simply beyond stupidity! For these humble ants, they gave up the path they had been pursuing so hard, and even gave up their own lives! And yet, those disgusting ants think it's natural... hehe..."
"Humans, demons, monsters... all living things... are born in the sea of desire between heaven and earth. Their desires are the most terrifying, most vicious, and most harmful to all living things in this world... Yet they often act so self-righteously..."
"But it doesn't matter. Soon all this filth will be over. As our new seed, he will appear before the world with a brand new look! The era of the Holy King Palace will soon be upon us!"
“Boom!”
The pressure came towards everyone again, and blood flowed from the corner of Shen Qingyi's mouth.
They could already see the monks fighting in the sky.
Yan Rong was surrounded by a group of monks, and after a long time of fighting, he was gradually at a disadvantage.
It was only because of the anger in his chest that he kept pushing forward.
He no longer remembered how many monks from the Meteorite Flame Realm had fallen at his hands.
But every time I kill one more person, the reluctance, unwillingness, and anger in my heart will decrease a little.
Rong Yan's eyes became increasingly bloodshot, but he did not feel that his emotions and thoughts were becoming increasingly sluggish.
However, this was sensed by a group of cultivators from Pankong Realm.
They looked at each other and swung their weapons faster.
“Puff!”
The sound of a sharp sword piercing flesh rang out again.
Kunyun cut off several tentacles, and the injured areas where the jade flute passed were stained with a red glow and could no longer heal easily.
The fighting continued for three more days.
All the cities have almost reached the end of their strength.
Yan Rong was almost forced by the high-level cultivators to have his entire body covered in blood-colored threads and his movements severed.
In the Holy King Palace, the white-robed monk who had been in a good mood for a few days received bad news before he could fully enjoy the joy.
Looking at the information in the jade slip, he suddenly laughed out of anger.
"I... I was saying, this Pankong Realm... how could it possibly be so good as to bring me any good news! Sure enough! Sure enough! It's worthy of being the birthplace of those old guys! After being in decline for so long, it's still able to stir up such a big commotion in my Saint King Palace!"
"Sir...sir...what should we do next?"
The monk with the golden mask had some grievances. This was originally a good opportunity for him to set an example! He had no idea!
He said, how could that old thief Yun be so kind as to give him this opportunity!
The monk with the golden mask was full of resentment, but at this moment he had no choice but to bow his head and please the people above him.
"What should I do? Haha! I remember I said a few days ago that there can't be any mistakes! It's only been a few days? The seed that I've been thinking about is about to fail?"
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