Chapter 218 Getting Involved
"You still consider me family? Or are you just comforting me out of pity?" Chang Hao's eyes gradually brightened. "Back then, to escape Haotian and to open the heavens, I ruthlessly swung my sword at you. You really don't blame me for what I did?"
Really? Really? Really? The surprise came too suddenly, and Chang Hao was a little incredulous.
“Back then, we didn’t know each other and each had our own positions, so how can I blame you? Now, I’m only looking to the future,” Hongjun said with a smile. The past is the past, so why would he dwell on something that can’t be sorted out? He tapped Chang Hao’s nose and said, “Little liar, you must not deceive me in the future, or I will not let you off easily.”
He just needs to follow his heart.
"I won't lie to you anymore, don't worry, I'll definitely do my best," Chang Hao promised. He would definitely find a way to protect the Primordial World, even if it meant facing the Great Tribulation...
"You don't need to do any of this. Just be happy and carefree." Hongjun didn't need Chang Hao to put on a show. This kind of troublesome and laborious work should be done by someone else.
"Tell me about Haotian, where did you put him?" Hongjun thought about the Heavenly Dao churning in his mind. If possible, he would let Haotian fill the hole, and the Heavenly Dao would be satisfied.
Chang Hao's face darkened. "Haotian is dead. The Haotian that the Heavenly Dao saw was merely a curse on me. Once the curse is lifted, how could Haotian still be here?" Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would still kill him.
In the previous cycle, the Heavenly Dao was incomplete, and primordial calamities occurred frequently. Several calamities caused the spiritual energy of the primordial world to gradually diminish and become unstable, and the Heavenly Dao fell into a deep sleep.
In the face of peril, Nuwa first volunteered to sacrifice herself to prolong the life of the primordial world, forcibly awakening the Heavenly Dao.
When the sages, including Yuanshi, worked together to relocate the human race, he, as the incarnation of the sun, naturally stepped forward without hesitation. He voluntarily transformed into his original form and led this vast star system, specially created for the human race, to revolve around the primordial world, giving life to the human race while also eliminating the karma between the witches and demons.
Unexpectedly, this gave Haotian an opportunity. Life extension has its limits. Yuanshi and the other saints also sacrificed themselves, one after another, without hesitation, and generously went to their deaths. After the old quasi-saints disappeared, it was Haotian's turn to sacrifice himself.
Haotian had been resentful all his life, and he was unwilling to sacrifice himself, nor did he have the heart to sacrifice himself for others. So he fled with the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
He wanted to escape, but he was afraid that he would die with him when the primordial world collapsed. Haotian, who had received the blessings of many sages, discovered that Lu Ya actually possessed the Law of Light of the Great Dao and was the most likely person to survive. So he reached out his evil claws to Lu Ya, who was hanging in the Milky Way.
The Demon Refining Pot was repeatedly shattered and reassembled, its true fire extinguished, and its memories were refined through reincarnation. Haotian was afraid that Lu Ya would lose control once he remembered.
The names of beings born in the beginning are unique. The most unfortunate thing about that white snake was that he was a demon named Chang Hao, and that he was Yang Jian's subordinate, which made Haotian aware of his existence.
When Haotian needed it, he didn't hesitate to use the White Snake to confuse the gods and Buddhas, fearing they would find Lu Ya. He also used the White Snake's name and identity to establish a channel for communication between Lu Ya and Haotian...
Lu Ya's fate was tragic; he was led through one small world after another, accumulating immense merit, and eventually becoming the last deity of that world...
Haotian almost succeeded.
Although he ultimately failed, he successfully cursed Rahu using the curse he obtained from the Zhuxian Sword Formation, combined with Tongtian's resentment and his obsession with Haotian.
Even Pangu was helpless.
If it weren't for a twist of fate that broke the curse, he probably would have had no hope of becoming a saint in this lifetime.
"Let bygones be bygones. Since Haotian is dead, let him be dead." Hongjun frowned, wondering where he was going to find a Heavenly Emperor.
Hongjun wanted to create a Heavenly Emperor, but unfortunately, it was difficult to find a suitable candidate.
The waters in the primordial world are very deep, and not just anyone can suppress those veteran quasi-saints. Unless he takes on disciples, with him keeping them in check, those people won't dare to go too far, but they will definitely trust the Heavenly Emperor's incompetence.
"Forget it, it's just the Heavenly Emperor. I'm familiar with him, I can handle it." Chang Hao silently swallowed his bitterness as he looked at the 'river' between Hongjun's brows. It wouldn't be fair for him to dump the mess left by Dijun on someone else.
“Luo Hou is probably getting impatient. If he doesn’t stabilize the world soon, he’ll really escape.” Chang Hao decided to take on the responsibility of the primordial world. He wouldn’t give Luo Hou any chance. Although he couldn’t kill Luo Hou, he could keep Luo Hou under eternal control in the Demon Realm.
“No rush,” Hongjun’s voice was reassuring. “He can’t escape, and you don’t need to wrong yourself.”
“My father really likes to be the Heavenly Emperor. I’m reserving the position for him so that when he comes back, he won’t lose the Heavenly Emperor’s throne. He would feel very empty and lonely.” Chang Hao’s eyes were filled with hope.
Hongjun hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping himself. Dijun was dead beyond any doubt. He was the one who presided over the calamity, and along with the twelve Ancestral Witches, he was completely wiped out, leaving not a trace. But he couldn't bear to shatter Chang Hao's illusion.
Chang Hao lowered his eyelids. With the title of Heavenly Emperor and the rightful ruler, it was easy for him to do whatever he wanted.
If the Heavenly Court's fortune soars to the heavens, it is unknown whether it will be able to gather back the primordial spirits of the first Heavenly Emperor and Empress.
Besides, whether it is the Way of Heaven that controls him or he who controls the Way of Heaven is another matter entirely.
"Think it over again. I can hold out for a while longer." Hongjun secretly wanted to remove Chang Hao, but Chang Hao just kept walking into it.
"Besides, you're so badly injured right now, how could I bear to let you drag your wounded body to clear the world?" Hongjun couldn't bear to think about it. Chang Hao was still so young, how could he endure such suffering?
"No need to think about it. You've been so good to me, so I want to be good to you too." Chang Hao admitted that his desire to help Hongjun still took precedence.
Hongjun and the Primordial World are bound together. When the immeasurable calamity comes, Hongjun will be the first to be affected. Only when the Primordial World becomes an eternal world can Hongjun achieve immortality.
Only those he cares about can live on in this world forever, and only then can his father and mother have hope of being brought back to life.
"As for the injury, I can use my clone to take over the Heavenly Court." Chang Hao regained his rationality and set his sights on the Heavenly Court. It's a mess right now, but once he reorganizes it, it won't be anymore.
Hongjun asked incredulously, "Are you serious?"
"Of course." Chang Hao's eyes hardened with determination. As long as he didn't die, hope would live on.
He retrieved his Golden Crow clone from the Black Lotus of Annihilation. Without a primordial spirit, the little Golden Crow's physical body was fast asleep.
Chang Hao directly separated his primordial spirit from his body. When his primordial spirit entered the Little Golden Crow's body, every hair on it was revitalized and shone brightly.
Hongjun caught Chang Hao's true form with lightning speed and gently placed it on the cloud couch. In the blink of an eye, Chang Hao transformed into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy and stood before him.
"Are you sure you want to take over the Heavenly Court like this?" Hongjun was even more reluctant. How could he let go of this person who only seemed to be at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level? It was too dangerous.
"Of course." Chang Hao was quite satisfied, but a murderous intent ignited in his heart. He wanted to see who was causing trouble. It was just right, since his father and mother were very lonely and must miss their trusted ministers.
Unable to persuade Chang Hao, Hongjun returned to the main hall with a sullen face. From afar, one could sense his displeasure. The actions of the six sages were exactly the same as before Hongjun left, except for the innate spiritual treasures placed on their respective tables.
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