Chapter 489 Hongjun's If Line 7
Chang Hao felt lost. Hongjun was both a teacher and a friend to him, and he couldn't imagine a future without Hongjun.
What is the difference between becoming a being like the Heavenly Dao after merging with the Dao, being unable to act independently, and committing suicide?
“You are a primordial demon god, why sacrifice yourself for the prehistoric world? If the prehistoric world is without you, the Heavenly Dao will find the next one…” Chang Hao held onto hope and tried to persuade Hongjun to give up this dark and hopeless path. “Why don’t you disperse your power and start over? I believe that with your talent, you can soon return to your peak. Besides, I am willing to protect you with my life.”
Let him replace Hongjun. He has everything that Hongjun has. Hongjun has no responsibility to the prehistoric world. On the contrary, the prehistoric world is nourished by the innate demon gods, which is extremely painful.
Hongjun never expected Changhao to make such a choice. Changhao's immeasurable importance to him was like a timely rain after a long drought.
He used to think he would just throw it away when he got annoyed, but now, Hongjun cares about it more and more and can't tolerate any bad luck befalling Chang Hao.
Forget about finding an excuse to throw it away; anyone who tries to steal from his base will be chopped up.
Although Hongjun's method of raising children was not considered raising children at all in Chang Hao's eyes.
"Who's next? You?" Hongjun learned from his past mistakes and knew he had to speak up no matter how much he cared, lest someone steal his home.
"I can't do it. With you in the primordial world, I am so happy. As long as you are here, the primordial world has value."
Chang Hao has always been considered as a candidate by the Heavenly Dao. He was once considered as a candidate for the Heavenly Emperor. Now that he has absorbed Yang Mei's energy, he will probably be considered as a candidate for the Dao Integration stage. Without him, would Chang Hao have to bear the burden for him?
Hongjun knew Chang Hao very well; this little liar cared deeply about the Primordial World and would absolutely not bear to see it fall apart.
Given the circumstances, he had no way out. Fortunately, luck was on his side, and the situation was not as bad as he had expected.
"I am willing." Chang Hao's eyes were filled with tears, he was so moved that he never expected that Hongjun would accept this ending because of him. What did he do to deserve this? "When there is trouble, the disciple will serve. I have become your disciple. Master and disciple are of the same breath and share the same fate. You are me and I are the same. There is no difference."
Although the Heavenly Dao has no consciousness of its own, it was still very moved by Haotian's proposal. Removing the uncontrollable Hongjun and welcoming Haotian, who has a heart full of love, was wonderful. How could it not have thought of this perfect combination?
"Don't be foolish, I can't bear to do that." Hongjun refused directly. He was moved, but that thing dared to touch Chang Hao, and Hongjun would never let it go. He couldn't tolerate it lingering in Chang Hao's sea of consciousness and causing trouble.
Chang Hao's primordial spirit was fragile and suffered multiple injuries, yet he could not withstand the calamities of the Heavenly Dao.
If the Way of Heaven were to fall into disarray, the despicable Hongjun would ruin its plans.
Subconsciously, Chang Hao knew that Hongjun was very indulgent towards him, and he often took advantage of this indulgence to act out some harmless little tantrums, jumping around on and off Hongjun's bottom line, and expanding the bottom line.
But this bottom line has been stretched too far, so far that Chang Hao feels unworthy, that his false self is unworthy of Hongjun's genuine kindness.
"I'm a liar, I don't deserve your kindness." Chang Hao hugged Hong Jun, knowing the pain of being unable to control one's own destiny and being unable to be free. He felt pity and empathy, and felt helpless to help.
The sharp knife pierced his heart, drawing blood. Chang Hao was filled with confusion, and tears fell silently like rain. The situation was such that there was no way for Hongjun to survive.
Oh no! Hongjun panicked and overdid it, making the little swindler cry. What should he do?
"Ancestor, don't cry. In truth, Heaven can't do anything to me. I was just lying to you," Hongjun surrendered. All that talk about having leverage over me was just empty words. He was the one being manipulated. "You lied to me, and I lied to you. We're even now. Let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"
At this moment, Chang Hao had no idea that what Hongjun said was true. He thought that Hongjun saw him so upset that he wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong, and he would also put on a show so that Hongjun would not be bothered by him.
Chang Hao only broke down temporarily, but quickly suppressed his out-of-control emotions. He couldn't let Hongjun be distracted in such a situation. Caring should be a mutual joy, not a burden.
Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to do something to please Chang Hao, but most of the high-grade magic treasures on him were marked with other people's names.
Hongjun took Chang Hao directly to the Treasure Sharing Cliff. Chang Hao was not interested. His gaze swept over the many spiritual treasures without any ripples. He didn't lack these spiritual treasures and couldn't be happy at all.
Hongjun told Chang Hao to take whatever he wanted; that was all he had.
That being said, the treasures available on the Treasure Cliff were all things that Hongjun didn't fancy. After searching high and low, he couldn't find anything that suited his taste, so he had no choice but to bring out the Qiankun Cauldron again.
"I'm giving you the Qiankun Cauldron. You mustn't refuse it again. If you need anything in the future that doesn't suit you, either open your own furnace or come to me directly to refine it. Don't accept anything from outsiders again." Hongjun glanced at the folding fan in Chang Hao's hand, resisting the urge to destroy it. He couldn't restrict Chang Hao's friendships, but he had to maintain boundaries, monitor the surrounding situation, and prevent the past from repeating itself.
"Don't bother outsiders with any troubles, understand?" He was the only one who mattered to Hongjun, who thought to himself that troubles could only be resolved by coming to him.
Chang Hao nodded silently, hugging the Qiankun Cauldron. Hongjun, who was usually indifferent, suddenly became tender and affectionate, which was very touching. Chang Hao was so moved that he had no idea what kind of nonsense the illiterate Hongjun was thinking.
"Forget it, if you can't pick one, then don't. I'll give you something better in the future." Hongjun pulled Chang Hao away from the Treasure Sharing Cliff. He recalled the side hall that flashed through his memory. The Heavenly Dao still had quite a few treasures hidden away. He would slowly acquire them.
Better? Chang Hao was being pulled away by Hongjun. Even though he was in a bad mood, he could hardly agree with Hongjun's words. There was the Golden Lotus of Merit in front of him and the Qiankun Cauldron behind him. What Hongjun gave him was the best of both worlds.
Even the innate spiritual treasures that Hongjun disliked as worthless on the Treasure Dividing Cliff would be powerful tools for cultivators to make a living if they were released outside.
The two walked side by side through the peach grove. A tree was full of peach blossoms, and beneath the bright red peaches, they saw a piece of lotus-colored jade stone being examined by the Jade Pool.
Seeing the Dao Ancestor and her senior brother arrive together, and noticing the harmonious atmosphere between them, Yaochi was overjoyed. This was more like it; there was no way someone could surpass someone else.
"Senior brother, the gourd vine just died. All our efforts have been in vain." Yaochi stepped forward to report the current condition of the gourd vine they had brought back.
"It's alright, it's probably just the fate of the gourd vine." Chang Hao was just trying it out. It's easy to say "defy fate," but how many people can actually do it?
'Tap, tap tap...' A series of irregular knocking sounds came from outside Zixiao Palace.
Chang Hao and Yao Chi looked at each other in bewilderment. Who was it? How long had it been since they had experienced this primitive way of knocking on the door?
Hongjun's mood plummeted, sinking to rock bottom. His usually indifferent face turned ashen, with a hint of ferocity. Shangqing Tongtian!!!
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