Chapter 190 Dilemma
However, Styx dared not. Carrying the remnant soul of Hongyun, which he had painstakingly retrieved from the sea of blood, he headed towards Wuzhuang Temple. He wanted to find Zhen Yuanzi to exchange it for his Yuantu Sword. With both swords in hand, he could feel more at ease.
Inside the Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi stood facing the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, which he had painstakingly retrieved, not daring to leave for even a moment.
Heaven is blind. Hongyun died, but the two Westerners who plotted against Hongyun became saints. Even if they made a great vow to become saints, a saint is still a saint, and that is extraordinary.
Touching the wisp of primordial spirit still contained within the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, Zhen Yuanzi pondered deeply. This wisp was still too little to support Hongyun's rebuilding.
Thinking back to the day he arrived and saw the scattered primordial purple energy, if he were to ask who it had fallen into, he suspected it was the Three Pure Ones or Taiyi.
Perhaps, once he has stabilized the primordial spirit of Hongyun, he should go to Kunlun Mountain to seek help from the Primordial Celestial Venerable. If a portion of the Primordial Purple Qi falls into the hands of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, he hopes to find more of Hongyun's primordial spirit from it.
Thinking of this, Zhen Yuanzi gave a bitter smile, his hand on the ground book trembling slightly.
Zhen Yuanzi opened the Earth Book, inside which was a black, brush-shaped innate spiritual treasure and a blank book.
Zhen Yuanzi never dared to underestimate this set of wordless heavenly books discovered under the guidance of the Earth Book. It was originally prepared as a natal magic weapon for Hongyun, but unfortunately Hongyun could not gain their recognition. Now, for Hongyun's sake, he must use it to persuade the sage to take action.
Things are different now, and it's uncertain whether they can impress Yuanshi Tianzun, since Zhen Yuanzi really can't see anything extraordinary about them...
"Zhen Yuanzi..." Styx called out outside Wuzhuang Temple. That wretched Zhen Yuanzi had the Daoist temple's Earth Book firmly guarded, and he couldn't get in at all.
Zhen Yuanzi's heart skipped a beat, the River Styx...
The Styx River has arrived; has it found some remnants of Hongyun's soul?
As soon as Styx entered, he saw that his Yuan Tu Sword was placed next to the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd. It had lost its master, and the magical treasure was covered in dust and had lost all its brilliance.
Zhen Yuanzi placed his hand on the Yuan Tu Sword, "The remnant soul of Hongyun."
Zhen Yuanzi had high hopes for the remnant soul that could drift to the Blood Sea and not dissipate. However, if the Styx River was lying to him because the Blood Sea was about to collapse, Zhen Yuanzi guaranteed that the Styx River would never leave Wuzhuang Temple again.
"Here you go, examine it however you like." Styx tossed the remnant soul to Zhen Yuanzi, feeling annoyed. He wasn't stupid; even if they managed to deceive Wuzhuang Temple with such a deception, he wouldn't be fooled by the mindless remnant soul from the Blood Sea.
Zhen Yuanzi opened the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd and put the remnant soul inside. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two remnant souls slowly merge. "Here, fellow Daoist, is your Yuan Tu Sword."
Zhen Yuanzi kept his word. He said he would exchange the remnant soul for the Yuan Tu Sword, and now that the remnant soul has arrived, the Yuan Tu Sword should be returned to its rightful owner.
Styx held the Yuan Tu Sword, which he had lost and then regained, with a look of relief on his face. Fortunately, Zhen Yuanzi really wanted Hongyun's remnant soul and was not just looking for an excuse to take his Yuan Tu Sword.
"What, aren't you leaving yet?" Zhen Yuanzi raised an eyebrow and looked at the hesitant Styx.
"I heard that you are old friends with Yuanshi Tianzun and Changhao Venerable?" Styx was truly afraid of the Blood Sea now.
Zhen Yuanzi was silent for a moment, then nodded, "He can still say a few words."
"Could you please pass on a few words for me, fellow Daoist?" Styx still wanted to try using the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, "I won't let you work for nothing."
Upon learning about the Karmic Fire Red Lotus, Zhen Yuanzi nodded indifferently, which was taken as an agreement. "If there is an opportunity, I will mention it."
Once Hongyun's primordial spirit stabilizes, he should make a trip to Kunlun Mountain to see the Primordial Heavenly Venerable and apologize to Chang Hao... If it were possible for the rebuilt Hongyun to become a disciple of the Three Pure Ones, that would be an excellent way out.
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Di Jun clutched the broken sword, lamenting the difficulty of being a ruler. He couldn't treat everyone equally, thinking of his demon race and the wailing desolation of the primordial world...
The longer the situation drags on, the more unfavorable it becomes for the demon race. If they cannot break the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, even if the demon race wins, it will be a Pyrrhic victory, and they will probably have to sacrifice him and Taiyi as well.
Di Jun finally gritted his teeth and said, "Pass it on to Fuxi..."
Fuxi walked heavily, pushing open the gates of the Nuwa Palace...
Like a bolt from the blue, Nuwa was stunned and remained speechless for a long time.
"Sister, why don't you speak?" Fuxi felt bitter. He had never expected things to turn out this way.
"What do you want me to say? What can I say?" Nuwa's eyes were unfocused, as if she were looking at the red embroidered ball on the table or her soul was wandering away, she just wouldn't look at Fuxi. "It would be superfluous to say anything now."
Opposing the demon race's forging of the Slaughtering Witch Sword is tantamount to watching the demons die to fill the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation; agreeing to the demon race's forging of the Slaughtering Witch Sword is tantamount to watching the humans die. The demon race is like a mother, and the humans are like children. What can Nuwa do? She was completely stunned.
"Sister, I really can't bear to force you." Fuxi stood up, sighing repeatedly.
"Can't bear it?" Nuwa's eyes reddened, her heart filled with bitterness. "If you can't bear it, it won't stop you from being Dijun's advocate. If you can't bear it, it won't change your mind. If you hadn't already made up your mind, why would you have come to Nuwa Palace today?"
Fuxi arrived; this was the result of Fuxi's decision.
"Sister, your elder brother has no other choice but to come to you to resolve this crisis." Fuxi endured the excruciating pain in his heart; every word he spoke was like a knife to his heart.
Nuwa felt as if her heart was being torn apart. "Brother, you don't need to explain anymore. I know everything. Ten fingers are not all the same length. It's only natural that you're biased."
"Although the ten fingers are not all the same length," Fuxi said, forcing back tears, as he placed his hand on Nuwa's shoulder, "Sister, which finger doesn't hurt when it's injured?"
Nuwa brushed away Fuxi's hand that had landed on her shoulder; she didn't need that kind of comfort.
Fuxi withdrew his hand, which Nuwa had brushed away, and smiled bitterly. “Sister, it’s not that your elder brother doesn’t care about you, but the situation forces us to act against you. We’re caught in a dangerous situation, and the demon race has no guarantee of victory.”
"When you joined the demon race, you made it sound so good, saying you could advance or retreat at will, and there would be no mistakes. I ask you, if I ask you to withdraw now, would you agree?" Nuwa looked away.
“Sister, I’m sorry, your elder brother cannot agree to your request,” Fuxi immediately refused. “Desertion in the face of battle is the act of a coward. Even if you live, you will die. How will you face your comrades in the future?”
"You are willing to die for loyalty and righteousness, yet you disregard the fact that I have lost my only loved one. The vast Nuwa Palace is now desolate and barren, devoid of joy." Nuwa's heart was ashen; she knew that Fuxi would never turn back.
“Sister, please forgive your elder brother. I had no choice. The Golden Crow’s patrol of the sky caused the disaster. The Lich and Demon have been locked in a life-or-death struggle ever since. In the end, the blame for this disaster lies entirely with your elder brother.”
This matter constantly tormented Fuxi's heart. Dijun appeared indifferent on the surface and never blamed him. However, Fuxi himself could not get over that hurdle.
"It was my selfish desire to plan for the long-term future of the human race that led me to suggest that the Crown Prince tour the heavens. Heaven granted my request, and Emperor Jun followed suit, which led to a great calamity." Fuxi thought of the ten golden crows, whom he had watched grow up day by day, and then they were gone. Who cared? Who was heartbroken?
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