Hong Wentao's face showed a strange smile as if it had been cut.
Chu Mu was stunned and quickly developed an ominous premonition.
"Chi Ruisi, stop!"
Chi Xiusi was not stupid either. He had already made a plan when he found out that something was wrong with Hong Wentao. As soon as Chu Mu shouted, he jumped high up and avoided the suddenly rising earth slope.
"It's too late," Hong Wentao moved his fingers, and the earth slopes suddenly exploded, and the objects hidden underground were completely exposed.
At the same time, a strong fragrance swept over.
"Mountain God Zhu Yin..." Chu Mu's face was as dark as water, "You actually buried all of Zhu Yin's bodies underground here."
"More than that," Hong Wentao had already discarded the image of a young Taoist doctor and returned to his naive and adorable old man appearance. "Fan Ji, that kid, only knows how to bind the gods, but he doesn't know the true purpose of binding the gods."
Seeing that he had no intention of attacking for the time being, Chu Mu forced himself to calm down.
He gestured to Chi Xiusi on the other side, and the latter understood and nodded slightly at him.
Hong Wentao completely ignored the two men's little antics and said cheerfully, "How can a true god be bound by this little piece of rotten flesh? Those who can be trapped by the Binding God are nothing but those rubbish who claim to be gods in the New Universe."
Hong Wentao kept talking about the new universe and the old gods, and his expression was filled with madness.
"What exactly do you want to say?" Chu Mu felt vaguely that he was touching a huge monster, and his whole body began to tremble.
"In your eyes, is Fan Ji the master god who controls the universe's life system? Is the Quick Transmigration Bureau the highest life-controlling organization?"
Chu Mu didn't answer, which was considered as his agreement.
"You're wrong," Hong Wentao's voice suddenly rose. "The Quick Transmigration Bureau is a product of the new universe. A Lord God? A Lord God is nothing!"
Hong Wentao waved his hand, and the space in front of them was torn apart, and a panoramic animation screen appeared in front of them.
"Before the current universe was created, there was an ancient era that surpassed this one. That era is also known as the Age of the Gods. The powerful beings who controlled that era were true gods. The universe of that ancient era was larger and more distant than the current one. If the current universe is an ocean, then the ancient era is an ocean."
"Today's Microcosm can only be regarded as an area under the jurisdiction of the Old Gods.
The age of the old gods, what a great age that was..."
From Hong Wentao's narration, Chu Mu understood that the universe in the old god era was equivalent to a high-dimensional universe, while the universe today can only be regarded as a low-dimensional universe. Even Fan Ji's Universe Quick Travel Bureau is only the controller of the low-dimensional universe.
To put it bluntly, the universe in the era of the old gods is the head office, and under it there are multiple low-dimensional universes that are similar to branches. The old gods are the BOSS, and Fan Ji is the head of the branch. The big and small worlds under Fan Ji's management are small production workshops for the old gods.
"And you, my great master, are the God of Justice, the one in charge of judgment among the eight old gods. You possess nine swords of judgment. Even true gods cannot escape your judgment."
At this point, Hong Wentao's enthusiastic expression suddenly faded: "However, such a great person as you ultimately turned the Sword of Judgment against the Eight Old Gods! All because of him—"
The person Hong Wentao was pointing his finger at was Chi Xiusi, who existed as Fan Ji's spiritual body.
"It was he who misled the public and deceived you, causing you to make an error in judgment and ultimately make the wrong decision."
No one spoke at the scene. Hong Wentao took another deep breath and said, "But it doesn't matter. I will send you back soon. If I do it again, you will definitely not make the same mistake again."
Chu Mu understood: "The former Si Zhengshen killed the other old gods, leading to the end of the old god era. So you want to reverse time and space and send me back to the old god era?"
Hong Wentao smiled broadly: "That's right."
Chu Mu's eyes turned cold: "How are you going to send it?"
"Originally, as long as you drank the bowl of medicine just now, you would just need to have a good sleep, and when you open your eyes again, you will be home." Hong Wentao still seemed a little regretful.
Chi Xiusi, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up: "You want to turn this plane into a ghostly place and use all the living beings to complete your reversal formation?"
Hong Wentao looked at Chi Ruisi, his eyes filled with undisguised hatred: "Using the ants of a shabby world to send my master home, the ants should feel honored for this."
"Now that I haven't drunk that bowl of medicine, what are you going to do?"
"Hahaha," Hong Wentao laughed again, "It's okay, it's okay. You'll definitely have to go back, but it will just be a bit harder."
As Hong Wentao spoke, he began to take off his clothes.
His body was engraved with deep and complex runes, the marks were so deep that the bones were almost visible. Every stroke was carved with a knife, leaving the skin and flesh exposed, which was very scary.
Chu Mu and Chi Ruisi frowned at the same time.
"Fan Ji, little boy, now I will let you know what it means to truly bind a god - break it!" Hong Wentao roared, and the flesh on his body swelled rapidly. The dead flesh of the mountain gods on the ground continued to gather towards him, surrounding him into a mountain of flesh.
"Chu Mu, I have paved two paths for you. You have absorbed the residual energy of Si Zhengshen from the past. If you do not resist it and drink the spiritual soup I carefully prepared for you, you will return to the old god era in peak condition.
Unfortunately, you are stubborn and refuse to accept your past glory. I can only guide you and me to cultivate together. At this time, the energy in your body has been disturbed by Fan Ji. You have gone from being a high and mighty old god to a useless god that I can capture at will.
Bang, bang, bang.
Flowers of flesh exploded on Hong Wentao's body.
An invisible and huge force grabbed Chu Mu's soul. He wanted to resist, but his hands and feet seemed to be shackled with heavy shackles.
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