The logic is actually quite simple. The Heavenly Dao of the Nine Provinces is currently weak, and it is obvious that the more gods there are in the Nine Provinces, the more beneficial it is to the Heavenly Dao. So why would it impose such a harsh tribulation for becoming a god? Isn't this just shooting itself in the foot?
Based on his wife's actions, Fang Xiu could basically conclude that the Chaos Divine Lightning was his wife's doing, and don't forget that the Heavenly Dao was also greatly corrupted.
There are many powerful divine thunders; it's not necessary to use the Chaos Divine Thunder. It's like a pistol versus a submachine gun. In that situation, either a pistol or a submachine gun could have killed Jiang Mengyue.
But it just so happens to be Chaos Divine Lightning!
What is the wife's purpose?
Fang Xiu attempted to hypothesize: "If I hadn't encountered the Chaotic Divine Lightning, I wouldn't have been able to condense the Chaotic Laws. Without the Chaotic Laws, the only path I could take to become a demigod is to create my own laws! In other words..."
My wife's real purpose is to stop me from creating my own laws! That damned bitch wants to lure me into the path of chaos!
His face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. If creating his own laws was not an option, why would his wife go to the trouble of presenting him with the Chaos Laws? Wouldn't it have been better to just let him remain stuck at the Immortal Emperor level forever?
An existence that can ignore death and rewind must have gone very far in the path of time, so the future is not a mystery to my wife.
The next moment, Fang Xiu grinned maliciously again: "You wretch! So you do have something to fear! Hehehe... You want to stop me from creating my own laws? I won't!"
He then committed suicide to restart the game, returning to the state before he broke through to demigod status.
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After his death and subsequent recovery, Fang Xiu regained his composure, but he did not emerge from seclusion. Instead, he remained in his quiet room, contemplating new challenges.
That is, how to create one's own laws and regulations.
Just as humans cannot imagine colors that do not exist in the world, they also cannot create laws that do not exist in the world.
He began to make various attempts, such as merging two laws to try to create a new law, or arranging and combining three or even four laws.
There are a total of 108 laws and regulations, and the possibilities of permutations and combinations are too numerous to count. He patiently kept trying them out.
A month later, Fang Xiu suffered a crushing defeat.
It is worth mentioning that, since he did not achieve demigod status through chaos, Yama and others did not appear.
He began traveling throughout the Nine Provinces, visiting various powerful forces to borrow ancient books, attempting to draw upon the wisdom of the ancients.
After traveling for several months, he found nothing.
He set off again for the other side, hoping to find the answer, but just then, Xiao Chuxia and the others sent a message using the connection between the clone and the main body.
"Brother Xiu, shouldn't we return to the mortal world? There are only a few years left until the hundred-year period ends." Xiao Chuxia's sweet voice rang in Fang Xiu's mind.
Fang Xiu stopped in the endless gray fog, silently calculating the time, only to realize that he had been in Kyushu for nearly a century...
"Yes, it's time to go back."
"Great, I can finally go back to the real world. I haven't worn nylon stockings in ages."
"Waaaaah..." Yang Ming's sobs rang out: "Hua Zi! My Hua Zi! Can we finally see each other again?"
"A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye. People in the world today have probably long forgotten my name. It's time to make them remember it again."
Just as everyone was getting excited, Fang Xiu poured cold water on their enthusiasm.
"You don't need to go back. Just continue your cultivation. I'm fine on my own."
Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment.
"Huh? No way, Brother Hugh, you have no idea how long it's been since I last smoked cigarettes. If I don't smoke them soon, I'll really die."
“Brother Xiu, if you’re not going to take them, you should at least take this person with you. They can keep you company and keep you entertained along the way.”
"There's no need to argue, my mind is made up." Fang Xiu said calmly, "The current crisis cannot be solved by simply having more people. Your going there would be useless. You might as well continue your cultivation."
He really didn't plan to bring Yang Ming and the others along, because they were truly useless. What the world needed was the protection of a divine kingdom, and none of them possessed one.
So he planned to go there himself to see if he could find another way. If that didn't work, he would have to use the most rudimentary method: to create countless clones and spread them throughout the Xia Kingdom, constantly devouring the invading gray fog and strange creatures.
With his current strength, he is fully capable of doing so.
Although everyone grumbled, they all carried out Fang Xiu's decision unconditionally.
"Hugh, when you come back, please remember to bring me a bag..."
Snap.
Fang Xiu cut off all contact with the others, and Yang Ming's voice abruptly stopped.
Afterwards, he embarked on his journey home alone.
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The present world.
At the headquarters of the Xia State Investigation Bureau, in the office of the chief investigator.
A middle-aged man sat upright in the captain's seat.
He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, with strong features, and his hair was neatly combed. However, his graying temples and stubble showed that he was no longer young.
He stared intently at the documents on the table, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, his expression filled with unyielding sorrow.
"There have been more and more bizarre events in recent years. Xia Kingdom really can't afford any more deaths. Sigh."
He sighed heavily, pressed his brow with his hand, and after a while, finally relaxed his brow.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he opened the drawer on his right and took out a photograph.
The photo shows a young man with a sharply defined face, cold and aloof as if untouched by worldly affairs. Beneath his long, drooping eyelashes are deep eyes that sparkle like black crystals, filled with a calm and undisturbed tranquility, as if nothing in the world can move him.
The middle-aged man stared at the photo, muttering to himself, "Master, I used to look up to you, but only when I actually reached your position did I realize how difficult it is to be the captain. The safety of the entire Xia Kingdom rests on my shoulders, and I can't relax for a moment."
But I've tried so hard, why are more and more people dying in Xia Kingdom? Am I really not suited for this position?
Just then, there was a sudden, urgent knocking on the door.
The middle-aged man calmly put away the photo and said in a deep voice, "Come in."
A staff member rushed in, sweating profusely, and said anxiously, "Captain Lin, something terrible has happened! A seventh-tier monster has appeared in Green Vine City!!"
"What?!" The middle-aged man jumped up from his office chair, his face filled with shock. "When did this happen?!"
"Half an hour ago."
The middle-aged man instantly flew into a rage: "Half an hour? What are you intelligence agencies doing? It took you half an hour to report! Do you know how many people died in that half hour?!"
The staff member was so frightened that he stammered and couldn't say a word.
The middle-aged man continued to roar, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and go invite Immortal Master Beixuan!!"
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