Chapter 117 The Depressed Rahu
"Second Brother, do you think it's easy to become a saint through merit? I think Nuwa became a saint in no time. Should we give it a try?" Tongtian suggested excitedly, his thoughts running wild and one idea after another.
"How do we test it?" Yuanshi asked expressionlessly. For the sake of becoming a saint, he didn't mind testing it as many times as he wanted.
For the sake of brotherhood, Yuanshi would have patiently accompanied Tongtian to try it out first, and then helped clean up the mess together.
However, Tongtian reversed the order, angering Yuanshi first and wearing down his meager patience. Yuanshi was already in a bad mood, so how could he tolerate Tongtian's nonsense?
"How about we join forces to create a new species? I believe that after Nuwa became a saint using this method, countless others will follow suit," Tongtian imagined. "The new species must have thick, fluffy fur, a soft appearance and cry, nothing ferocious, and a powerful bloodline... Its cultivation must progress by leaps and bounds..."
“No.” Yuanshi refused coldly. As far as he knew, the human race under Buzhou Mountain had the bloodline of Nuwa. “Is that a new species? That’s your toy.”
What Tongtian wants to create are species, species indeed. It's easy to imagine that anything created by Tongtian's hand will conform to his aesthetic standards. Yuanshi finally restored Kunlun to peace and tranquility, so Tongtian shouldn't even think about causing trouble in Kunlun Mountain again.
"You create one, I'll kill one!!!" Yuan Shi was filled with murderous intent. The matter of bloodline could not be taken lightly, as it was related to destiny.
"Big Brother said he has no objection as long as Second Brother agrees," Tongtian muttered. "It wouldn't hurt to give it a try. If it doesn't work, we can just slaughter them all and eat them." That way, we can get back everything we gave.
None of Tongtian and the others realized that the influence of the Four Swords of Zhuxian on Tongtian's temperament far exceeded their expectations.
Chang Hao looked at Yuan Shi with sympathy. "Your elder brother isn't entirely innocent either. He did the good work, but Yuan Shi got to play the bad guy."
"His elder brother is just too lazy to get angry with you, he doesn't really agree with your idea." Yuan Shi Neng didn't know that his elder brother was simply lazy.
Tongtian's own life was colorful and varied, with no two days being the same. However, he had to clean up the messes every day, which was very frustrating and made him want to punch someone. He also had an older brother who did whatever he wanted and was completely useless, which made his life even more 'rich'.
“To become a saint, one must have a foundation. The Dao Ancestor’s foundation was in the primordial world, the Demon Ancestor’s foundation was in the Demon Realm, and Nuwa’s foundation was in the human race. It cannot be achieved through a single merit. Otherwise, Chang Hao would have become a saint long ago.” Yuanshi’s eyebrows furrowed in anger.
Chang Hao was speechless. Was he being dragged into this mess even though he was lying in the same boat? Becoming a saint was by no means a simple matter, and he still didn't have a single clue.
"Tongtian, just wait and see. Once Nuwa creates humans, there will be plenty of self-important people in the prehistoric world trying to replicate Nuwa's path, but they will never succeed." Chang Hao couldn't imagine furry creatures with Tongtian's bloodline walking all over the place, so he decided against it; this method was simply not going to work.
At first glance, it seems that Nuwa's path to sainthood was incredibly simple, but little did people know that Nuwa created the protagonist of the future world, who was naturally extraordinary and became a saint in one fell swoop.
"Really?" Tongtian quickly realized, "No, becoming a saint requires Primordial Purple Qi. Without Primordial Purple Qi, no matter how much merit you accumulate, you can't become a saint." He was almost fooled by his second brother, but luckily he was quick-witted.
Chang Hao smiled and winked at Tongtian, "How did you know I didn't?" Everything was understood without words.
Tongtian lowered his banners and fell silent. Yes, Chang Hao grew up in Zixiao Palace, how could he not have Hongmeng Purple Qi?
Not long after, Styx imitated Nuwa's creation of humans and created the Asura race in the Blood Sea. Unfortunately, the merit he gained was insignificant compared to Nuwa's creation of humans; it was like giving alms to a beggar.
The appearance of the Styx completely dispelled Tongtian's restless heart. From then on, he obediently followed Yuanshi to cultivate his character, never missing a morning or evening lesson. He gradually suppressed the evil nature that had been stirred up by the Zhuxian Sword, and his restlessness disappeared. His arrogance, freedom, and aloofness became more and more prominent. Standing next to Yuanshi, who was noble, dignified, and composed, he was like the sun and moon in the sky, impossible to look directly at.
Chang Hao, who was living a carefree life in the Kunlun Mountains, writing books and discussing Taoism, was unaware that Luo Hou, far away in the Demon Realm, had once again been humiliated by him.
When Chang Hao transformed his appearance, Luo Hou knew who Hongjun had given his God-Slaying Spear to. It was something he had expected, and Luo Hou was not surprised at all.
only……
Luo Hou gritted his teeth. He was always the one who pinned the blame on others, but no one had ever dared to pin the blame on him. This was the first time in history.
Luo Hou laughed angrily, grinding Chang Hao's name between his teeth. His eyes were strange and unsettling. Although he didn't have a cursed innate spiritual treasure like the Seven Arrows of Nailhead, don't forget, he was the Demon Ancestor. If he wanted to curse someone, would he need such a thing?
Although separated by multiple barriers, the power wouldn't be enough to kill Chang Hao, but it could certainly cause him some trouble.
With a smile, Luo Hou used all his strength to force out a drop of essence blood. He then cast many spells over this drop of essence blood, recited a passage of divine and demonic script, and finally concluded with the final statement: "Primordial Era, Chang Hao."
Watching with schadenfreude as the drop of blood essence gradually turned black, emanating a thick, ominous aura, the dark, murky blood essence transformed into a wisp of black smoke, within which several law runes were entwined… Luo Hou couldn't help but smile. It was done, as long as…
With a 'poof,' the black smoke suddenly burst into flames before Luo Hou's eyes, eventually turning into ashes that fell into the desolate soil. The soil cracked open and eagerly swallowed it up.
"This is impossible..." Luo Hou jumped up. He was an expert at curses and such, so there was no way he could fail.
Suddenly, Luo Hou thought of a possibility, so he casually forced out another drop of blood and tentatively cast a harmless little curse. When Luo Hou recited, "Honghuang, Changhao...", this ordinary drop of blood burned again in front of Luo Hou, turning into rare nourishment for the demon realm.
"Damn Jin Guang!" Luo Hou was furious in the Demon Realm, almost jumping up and down. "Insidious, cunning, despicable and shameless, not a single word of truth comes out of his mouth. In the end, even his name is fake. No matter how much I, Luo Hou, am cursed, at least my name is real."
"This person, how could this person be like this!!! From now on, I can't listen to a single word that this person says."
The names of innate deities are unique, and there is absolutely no possibility of having the same name twice. Luo Hou gritted his teeth, stumbled and picked up the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams, which he was not familiar with, and pinched his nose to cast a divination to find out Chang Hao's true name.
Luo Hou calculated the three thousand demon gods one by one, and once again shattered the illusion before him. Everyone matched up; Chang Hao was not a primordial demon god.
"Not a primordial demon god," Rahu narrowed his eyes. "Then it must be a creation of Pangu."
Rahu set up his abacus, calculating the innate deities under the name of Gu, only to find himself utterly humiliated and in a rare state of disarray.
"Cough cough," Luo Hou waved the black smoke billowing from his body, looked up to the sky and sighed, "It's neither this nor that, who exactly are you???"
"Damn Jin Guang, you're treacherous, cunning, and despicable!" Luo Hou leaned against the towering tree that grew from his own blood essence, seething with hatred. "What is your real name? You treacherous little man, hiding your true face, do you have to be so careful? With your abilities, who could possibly curse you to death with their real name?"
Luo Hou, extremely frustrated, did not reflect on the fact that if his name had not been wrong and he had not been unable to find his true name, he, as the ruler of a realm, would have been crippled even if he had not died.
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