"Wang Han, come back. No one will blame you." Qingqing looked at Wang Han with complicated eyes and said in a pleading tone, "We don't need to fight."
Wang Han shook his head and laughed, "Why come back? To give up your ideals? To abandon all your efforts and then resign yourself to fate, like those immortals, enjoying the offerings of mortals while avoiding calamity, detached from worldly affairs, watching China suffer under the calamity? To die? You're the ones who are dying now! Dealing with just three little guys has exhausted you like this, and what are you doing it for? Isn't it to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path? What is the purpose of eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path? Isn't it to maintain peace in this region? Now that the calamity is coming, and the people are about to suffer, you want to resign yourself to fate, wait for the calamity to descend, and then avoid the calamity? It's all one life. Since you're willing to risk your life to eliminate demons and protect the righteous path, why not do something more meaningful?"
After saying that, Wang Han shot out a semi-transparent golden chain from his hand, which went directly into Mi Qilian's abdomen. With a gentle pull, he pulled out the three-headed, six-armed demonic infant spirit that had already merged with the human form.
“Wang Han, you are very strong, but you cannot stop the calamity from appearing. The calamity is sent down by the Heavenly Dao. You cannot fight against the Heavenly Dao, so why throw your life away?” Uncle Nine shook his head and retorted, “This kind of suicide is meaningless. You can still turn back now, and we can still be good friends.”
"How will I know if I don't try? Others may not succeed, but that's their problem. Since I've made this choice, I must have confidence in it, even if it means dying nine times over." Hearing this, Wang Han said confidently, "Uncle Jiu, I know you're not the kind of people who are stubborn. How about we take a gamble together? How will we know if we'll succeed if we don't try? And what if we do succeed?"
“You’re going down a dead end. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but it’s not too late to turn back now,” Uncle Nine retorted. “The occurrence of the calamity is the will of Heaven, and even the gods can’t control it. Why do you defy Heaven and bring about your own destruction? Why not keep your body for something useful?”
“Destiny.” Wang Han sneered, “If everything is predetermined, then what’s the point of people working hard? They don’t need to do anything; they can just wait for destiny to arrive. Since Heaven has made a mistake, then I’ll defy it. Preserving my life to change the outcome of this calamity is the most meaningful thing for me, and it’s time for me to make my mark.”
“Since everyone is just trying to maintain peace in their own region, why is there any talk of defying or obeying Heaven?” Wang Han shook his head and said. “Does that mean that all Chinese people deserve to die under the calamities sent down by Heaven? No, I believe that everyone has the right to live. If someone has to die, my ancestors have eaten Chinese rice and grown up on Chinese soil for generations, so I will let those who deserve to die die, not my kind and lovely compatriots.”
“Wang Han, you have completely fallen into the demonic path.” Uncle Nine shook his head, knowing that words alone could not persuade Wang Han, whose mindset was already deeply ingrained.
“Uncle Jiu, it’s because our philosophies are different.” Wang Han shook his head and said, “Even if I bear the name of a demon, so what? For me, the process is important, but the result is the most important. The process is just a path to achieve the result. Since the calamity cannot be stopped, why don’t I choose a path that is more beneficial to China? Am I supposed to watch my Chinese compatriots die in the calamity and then grieve alone?”
"..." Upon hearing this, Uncle Nine fell silent. He couldn't refute Wang Han's words; these were two people with completely different philosophies looking at the same thing, and neither could convince the other. However, he knew that by doing this, Wang Han would inevitably be plagued by karmic retribution and be intolerable to heaven and earth in the future.
"Wang Han, are we really destined to fight each other?" Qingqing asked unwillingly.
"No, you don't need to join us. As long as you don't stop us, we won't have to fight each other. Think it over carefully! War is coming soon, and you don't have much time left to consider," Wang Han said. After putting the evil spirit infant into his divine power space, he turned around and disappeared.
“The Great Dao is fifty, and the Heavenly Dao is forty-nine. The one that escapes is a glimmer of hope. Even in the midst of a calamity, there is still a glimmer of hope. Since this calamity has already destined someone to die, why resign ourselves to fate and wait for death? Since we are all going to die anyway, why not try? What if we succeed?” After Wang Han left, Wang Mang said to Uncle Jiu and the others, then turned and flew out of the house.
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