"Director Wang, do not worry. Just stay in the prison and we will make sure you are not wronged." Wei Zheng bowed deeply to Wang Yao.
"I'm no longer the director, Mr. Wei, please don't push yourself too hard. Even a clay figure has some temper, and I'm not someone anyone can control. If you push me too far, we'll just fight to the death," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Things haven't come to this yet, Director, take care!" Wei Zheng shook his head and sighed, then looked at Old Ji before turning and leaving the bamboo garden space.
In a short while, only Lao Ji and Wang Yao remained in the bamboo garden space. Lao Ji did not speak to Wang Yao, but simply closed his eyes, seemingly sensing something. Wang Yao guessed that he was probably controlling the Heavenly Prison Formation.
About ten minutes later, without any warning, Lao Ji moved and came to Wang Yao's side. Without saying a word, he slammed his right palm down heavily on Wang Yao's head. Although Wang Yao's body was not restricted, he was still helpless in the face of a sudden attack from a Mahayana expert.
With a soft "snap," Wang Yao felt his body being cleaved in two by Old Ji's palm. One half sat on the spot, seemingly seriously injured, while the other half floated up lightly, as if it had returned to the forging space and turned into countless particles, as if it were about to dissipate at any moment.
"I……"
"I……"
Wang Yao, who was floating up, and Wang Yao, who was sitting in place, both exclaimed in surprise at the same time. Wang Yao felt as if he had a clone, with two halves of his body, yet they seemed to be very different from each other.
"What do you mean 'mine' and 'your'? I am you, and you are me..." Old Ji laughed heartily, and then with a flick of his sleeve, Wang Yao's light and airy other half of his body was completely swept into his sleeve.
Wang Yao felt dizzy and unsteady, as if he were trapped in chaos, surrounded by boundless void. He had nowhere to hold onto and could only float in the chaos, as if drifting with the current, yet not entirely without his own control.
The particles scattered and gathered intermittently, and after this tremendous change, they were already arguing incessantly.
"Is Lao Zi dead? What happened with Lao Zi killing Lao Zi?"
"What else could it be for? Old Ji must have received a secret order from the foreign god to kill me so that there would be no evidence against me, and so that the blame for the nuclear catastrophe could be completely pinned on the Heavenly Court."
"So Lao Ji is either a puppet or a traitor!"
"But...their condition doesn't seem like they're dead, does it?"
"You've even lost your immortal body, so what if you're dead?"
"Damn it, can you talk even when you're dead?"
"You're a ghost now, and ghosts can talk even when they're dead, right?"
"Wait a minute, if I were a ghost, shouldn't I be in the underworld? Where the hell am I?"
"The underworld is a huge building... what kind of place is this?"
"Have you forgotten... in the end... in the end, it seems we were taken in by Old Ji?"
"Damn it, Old Ji isn't some ghost, why would he take my money?... Hey, is it possible we're not dead after all?"
...
The particles argued endlessly. For a moment, a ray of light suddenly shone into the chaos, but it quickly dimmed again. In the deep darkness, time and space seemed infinitely long, and the particles gradually fell silent.
I think I had this feeling a long time ago, as if I were lost in a void, but suddenly a blinding light shone like a curtain being drawn back, and I cried, feeling helpless and resentful. Then came relief, and whispers and murmurs that were not quite clear in meaning, and the light softened, becoming as warm as candlelight.
Then a clear mind settled in, knowing that all of this was precious, and a happy smile quietly bloomed on the corner of her mouth. She reached out her hands, wanting to grasp something, but everything was so ethereal and elusive, and tears finally streamed down her smiling eyes.
All joys and sorrows arise from gatherings and separations, which cycle endlessly, and joys and sorrows are boundless.
Wang Yao slowly opened his eyes. The fire was blazing, and a chubby Taoist boy with a tail was curiously looking at him from the side.
"How are you feeling?" An aged voice seemed to rise from the deep sea.
Wang Yao looked in the direction of the sound and found the Supreme Lord staring at him from the shadows.
“Eeya…” Wang Yao wanted to call out to the Supreme Lord, but found that what came out was a baby’s murmur. He looked at himself in horror and found that he had really become a baby, chubby and naked, lying on a soft brocade handkerchief.
But there was still a consciousness that seemed to exist, though it felt very distant, and it was extremely difficult to gather it together.
"Hehe, I forgot that after Ji Kang helped you achieve immortality, you are now in the body of an infant. Your immortal body, which can speak and move, is still in the Zhenxie Heavenly Prison."
Taishang chuckled and flicked his finger at Wang Yao in the darkness. Wang Yao felt his fragmented consciousness suddenly coalesce. The version of himself in the distance collapsed unconscious, while the infant in front of him sat cross-legged on the brocade handkerchief with a serious expression.
"Alright, bringing that half of the true spirit shouldn't take too long. If you have any questions, ask them now," said the Supreme One.
"Why did Ji Kang kill me?" Wang Yao asked hurriedly.
"There are two reasons. One is that you destroyed your cultivation level to expel the poison from the pill. Otherwise, you will only be a half-baked immortal forever and will never be able to reach the Great Ascension stage. This is inconsistent with the merits you have made. Therefore, I ask Ji Kang to help you resolve this issue."
"In this way, you can resolve the issue of self-destruction by retraining, making it easier to reach the Mahayana realm again. Another reason is that you have now become a public enemy of the foreign world, and it will be difficult to quell the situation without your death," the Supreme Elder said quietly.
"So, the Heavenly Court is still planning to give in to the foreign powers?" Wang Yao was greatly discouraged.
"You only remember the enemy in the Western Lands, but you've forgotten there's an even greater world," the Supreme Lord said with a shake of his head and a smile. "Why has the Heavenly Court been so passive and evasive in its dealings with the Western Lands? You've seen the consequences of the nuclear catastrophe. The destructive power of war between mortals is immense, let alone between gods."
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