Xing Tian gazed at the colossal statue between heaven and earth, his expression filled with admiration: "Now I have to admit that there are such towering heroes among the demon race!"
Kuafu couldn't help but chime in, "Indeed, not all demons are despicable and shameless; there are still some with noble souls."
Zuan pondered that the Wu tribe's prejudice against the demon race was truly profound: "Why do you approve of him like this?"
"The heavens and earth are not so easily divided. When the ancestral god Pangu separated heaven and earth, he exhausted all his energy. Although the difficulty of Chongli's separation of heaven and earth is far less than that of Pangu's creation of the world, he is also far less powerful than the ancestral god Pangu. Therefore, he will inevitably die from exhaustion in the end," Kuafu explained.
According to the tradition of the Wu tribe, they were transformed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and their words naturally conveyed great respect for Pangu.
Hearing them say this, Zu'an looked again at the giant phantom in the sky and couldn't help but feel a sense of tragic grandeur about him.
Now, with his understanding of the world and power, he can feel the giant's phantom gradually dissipating, as if his entire being is merging into this world, and after a period of time, it will gradually become part of the laws of the world.
"This man is truly a hero!" Not only him, but many members of the Wu tribe in the mountains also expressed similar sentiments.
The Heavenly Emperor's golden body gazed silently at the illusory figure between heaven and earth. Finally, a soft sigh echoed throughout the world, and his golden body gradually dissipated.
Even Gonggong, who had been so aggressive before, became complicated. He cupped his hands in greeting to the illusory figure and then left, stepping on the waves.
"He just left like that? It seemed like he was going to fight the Heavenly Emperor before." Zu'an was a little curious. Gonggong was so aggressive before, it seemed like he was about to make a move at any time, but he didn't expect it to end so anticlimactically.
“Previously, the Ancestral Witch Zhulong had one of his sons killed by the Heavenly Emperor, and now the Heavenly Emperor has also sacrificed one of his grandsons. The Witch Clan values clear distinctions between gratitude and resentment, so naturally they will not continue to pursue this matter,” the voice of the Goddess of Wushan rang out.
"Chongli is the Heavenly Emperor's grandson?" Zu'an asked in surprise, having only just learned of this.
"Indeed, and he was his most outstanding grandson, who originally had the opportunity to become the next Heavenly Emperor." The Goddess of Wushan's tone was also full of sighs.
Taking the opportunity, Zu'an inquired, "By the way, I just overheard you talking about how the Heavenly Emperor's name is Zhuanxu, and how Chongli has a chance to become the Heavenly Emperor. What about Dijun?"
Upon hearing the name Di Jun, Mikado Baiqing's expression shifted slightly.
This time, the Goddess of Wushan answered him directly: "Strictly speaking, he is only the next Heavenly Emperor. He has not yet ascended the throne, so he cannot be called an Emperor. He can only be called Jun."
“The next Heavenly Emperor was originally likely to be Jun, but Chongli is equally outstanding and is the grandson of Zhuanxu, while Jun is only Zhuanxu’s nephew. So Chongli’s popularity is not low. Even if he cannot become the next Heavenly Emperor, he has a great chance of becoming the one after that,” the Goddess of Wushan explained. “It’s just a pity that Chongli has now passed away, and all of this has become a thing of the past.”
Zuan secretly grumbled, "I didn't expect even immortals to be involved in bloodline inheritance." However, it was really hard to feel any ill will towards Chongli because of his spirit of self-sacrifice.
"Emperor Zhuanxu looks quite majestic now, so why did he abdicate? Is it because his lifespan has come to an end?" Zu An was very puzzled.
"Although immortals also have their time limit, the Heavenly Emperor abdicated not because of that, but because his term of office had ended, and he was relieved of the burden of daily affairs to focus on seclusion and comprehend the Great Dao." The Goddess of Wushan spoke in a clear and cold voice, but she had a mysterious charm about her.
"I can understand relinquishing daily administrative duties, but what's with trying to comprehend the Great Dao?" Zu'an hadn't expected the position of Heavenly Emperor to be such a burden. "Shouldn't the Heavenly Emperor be the strongest person in the world?"
The Goddess of Wushan looked at him with suspicion: "I see you've become an immortal too, so why don't you know these most basic things? Although the position of Heavenly Emperor can accelerate the accumulation of faith power and speed up cultivation, at a certain point, the benefits become less and less obvious. On the contrary, because one is tainted by the power of heaven and earth, one can no longer take another step forward. Therefore, when the Heavenly Emperors feel that the time has come, they will take the initiative to relinquish their position, cleanse themselves of karma, concentrate on comprehending the Great Dao, and finally take the step towards sainthood."
"Becoming a saint?" Zu An thought of the popular online novels from his previous life, where everyone below a saint was an ant. He wondered if this world was like that too, and to verify it, he hurriedly asked, "Who are the saints in this world?"
The Goddess of Wushan rolled her eyes at him: "This is not something you should be concerned about."
Zuan: "..."
Did she look down on me just now?
Just as he was about to ask for more information, he suddenly noticed that the nearby flowers, plants and trees were rapidly withering, and even the long, straight black hair of the Goddess of Wushan was beginning to curl slightly.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, a wisp of mist and vapor swirled around her, and her hair returned to its straight and smooth state.
A terrifying heat wave swept over me; even breathing made my chest feel like it was on fire.
He hurriedly shielded the Mermaid Queen and Mikado Baiqing, knowing that even with their cultivation levels, they probably couldn't withstand such a terrifying aura.
At this moment, a hoarse and angry female voice rang out: "Yao Ji, give me back my son's life!"
A terrifying heatwave swept in, heading straight for the Goddess of Wushan.
Xing Tian and Kua Fu had no choice but to temporarily avoid the attack and subconsciously retreated to a distance of more than a hundred feet.
Zuan was also worried about the two women's safety, so he led them away from the terrifying heatwave.
However, he soon realized with concern that the Goddess of Wushan had not dodged but remained in place, and hurriedly warned, "Be careful!"
Soon a woman in green slowly walked from afar. Wherever she passed, all the green grass and flowers withered at a visible speed, leaving footprints on the ground, each seemingly containing a faint flame.
Wushan was originally a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains, shrouded in mist and clouds. But now all the mist and clouds have completely dissipated, large leaves have begun to curl up, and all living things feel parched and sweating profusely.
Even the aloof Goddess of Wushan had a layer of fine sweat on her forehead. She couldn't help but let out a soft hum, and with a wave of her sleeve, a large swath of clouds and mist once again enveloped the mountains.
The woman in green stopped not far in front of her. It was as if two invisible auras were clashing in the air, creating a stark contrast in the scene behind them.
One side is bare land for thousands of miles, and the other side is green water and green mountains.
Zu An recognized the woman in green as the mother of Gu, who had just pleaded with the Heavenly Emperor on Zhongshan Mountain.
Mikado Baiharu's eyes flickered slightly; her arrival was just in time...
"Did you tip off the Heavenly Court?" The woman in green had disheveled hair, making it impossible to see her face, but one could clearly feel her eyes glaring fiercely at the Goddess of Wushan.
"Indeed, Gu Gan deserved what he did," the Goddess of Wushan said calmly.
"You're courting death!" The woman in green was furious and reached out to grab the other woman's neck. Her nails were jet black, long and sharp, and it was clear that if she got a firm grip, the slender neck of the Goddess of Wushan would likely have several bloody holes.
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