Chapter 3107

"I love talent," Lingxu Shengzun said with a smile, "You are the finest talent in the world, a once-in-three-thousand-years occurrence. I have taken a liking to you, and I do not wish for you to meet the same fate as the mediocrities of Ling Mountain."

"Then I should thank you," He Lingchuan said, raising his hand to pour him a cup of tea, "You want me to oppose you less—what benefit are you offering me?"

"The human realm is vast, capable of holding us both," Lingxu Shengzun indeed offered him terms, "How about this: when I descend to the mortal realm, Cangyan may still retain its original territory, and the people of Cangyan may continue living as they do. At least for the next three hundred years, I will not move against Cangyan; after three hundred years, it will depend on your circumstances."

Meaning, within three hundred years, you may develop as you wish, and the gods will not interfere. How strong Cangyan can become depends on your own fortune.

This is the death-exemption gold medal personally promised by Lingxu Shengzun.

Three hundred years sounds distant, but for immortals and demons, is it not just a snap of the fingers?

He Lingchuan shrugged: "Sounds unappealing. Anything else?"

"Yes. If Cangyan is willing to serve the gods, that would be even better. Between Between Between Beijia is already useless; after our descent into the mortal realm, we still need a powerful empire."

The human realm has billions of beings, while the gods number only tens of thousands. Relying solely on themselves, they could never fully control the mortal realm. He Lingchuan knew what the demons wanted: to firmly root their system in this fertile land of humanity; what they wanted was to insert their hands into the smallest units of human society—like a village, a family—and draw nourishment at will, like sucking through a straw.

Therefore, they need the best agent, a powerful regime.

"You want it to be more efficient and more ruthless than Between Between Between Beijia, right?"

"Between Between Between Beijia's flaws have accumulated too long; it can no longer fulfill its role," Lingxu Shengzun said. After speaking these words, the tent fell into a strange silence.

Between Between Between Beijia had grown strong for six hundred years, and arrogant for six hundred years. Each successive demon emperor grew increasingly dismissive of the demons, ultimately leading to that irreconcilable rupture.

Then, the two most opposed individuals in heaven and earth suddenly burst into laughter, in unison.

The laughter echoed outside the tent, leaving everyone staring at one another.

He Lingchuan was nearly laughing to tears, quickly wiping his eyes: "I never knew you had such a sense of humor."

Lingxu Shengzun let out a long sigh: "I really ought to try to win you over, right? How would you humans put it?"

"Just going through the motions," He Lingchuan knew the other's words were half true, half false.

Does Lingxu Shengzun intend to recruit him? Yes.

But not much.

"Yes, we must go through the motions, or else we'd never feel satisfied," Lingxu Shengzun said, crossing his arms and placing them on the table, speaking seriously, "You and I share too many similarities."

He Lingchuan placed both elbows on the table similarly, a serious expression on his face: "No, thank you."

The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere in the tent gradually grew heavy and solemn.

Both spoke in a joking tone, yet confirmed the most serious matter in this world:

Lingxu Shengzun's effort to extend an olive branch to the Nine Abysses Great Emperor had failed.

Cangyan will surely lead the war alliance to battle the demons to the bitter end!

Needle against wheat awn—no room for compromise whatsoever.

After just a few exchanges, the two titans decided the fate of countless beings across the two realms! Lingxu Shengzun slowly said: "Then this world shall sink into a war of blood and fire, from which none can escape. All beings shall know that this purgatory was opened by you."

"Reversing cause and effect, aren't you?" He Lingchuan curled his lips, "As long as you don't descend, the world will remain peaceful—where would any purgatory come from?"

"Ah, why must I go to all this trouble?" Lingxu Shengzun, who had originally stood straight, now propped his chin with his hand. The tense atmosphere in the tent suddenly eased.

He rarely complained: "You and I are of the same kind, destined never to coexist. Even if I love talent, I can only regret it."

After speaking, he let out a long sigh.

In fact, both understood implicitly: Lingxu Shengzun and He Lingchuan cannot coexist, just as the Three Holy Gods and Lingxu Shengzun could not coexist in the past—no need to ask why.

Either you die, or I perish.

His sigh truly conveyed deep regret.

But this regret comes from above, like He Lingchuan gazing at a tiger he himself wounded, now gasping its last breaths.

He Lingchuan laughed: "How do you know it won't be me who feels deep regret for you when the time comes?"

"I already know your abilities," Lingxu Shengzun said, looking at him with deep meaning, "But you have never witnessed mine."

Lingxu Shengzun has studied He Lingchuan's nature, fighting style, and weaknesses for over twenty years.

Being constantly monitored by such a terrifying enemy is hardly a good thing.

"I will learn it well," He Lingchuan nodded, "By the way, I heard that Veshitatian and Duoluotian no longer plan to descend. With these two major allies gone, your plan is greatly disadvantaged."

"Isn't it all thanks to him?" Lingxu Shengzun twitched the corner of his mouth: "If they don't come, they don't come. Missing such a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity is their own loss—it doesn't affect the bigger picture."

He Lingchuan laughed: "Still, the Holy Lord is broad-minded—those who achieve great things do not fuss over minor details."

Lingxu Shengzun's words clearly told him: although you sowed discord, the two great demons no longer plan to descend, but I, Lingxu Shengzun, still have sufficient backup and fear no disruption from the Nine Abysses.

He Lingchuan also believed this.

Those who achieve great things never prepare only one plan—it's neither good for controlling the situation nor for making amends.

Lingxu Shengzun smiled faintly: "Of course. I can also tell you an important piece of information, so you won't have to run around gathering scraps and still fail to get firsthand news."

The various great and small deities of the Nine Abysses and the Heavenly Realm maintain contact, and Lingxu Shengzun naturally knows.

Especially Naluotian, that traitor of the Heavenly Realm.

He Lingchuan sat upright with respect: "I am all ears."

Lingxu Shengzun himself is the source of the conspiracy; whatever he sends out is naturally firsthand information.

"Remember this: I and the other true gods will descend at midnight, ten days from now."

Ten days from now!

He Lingchuan's heart sank, seeing Lingxu Shengzun smile with unusual ease, he then asked: "Then please reveal a bit more—how many true gods will descend at that time?"

Lingxu Shengzun leaned back slightly, his demeanor relaxed: "Didn't you already know that?"

He Lingchuan nodded: "Holy Lord, you are truly generous—anything else I should know?"

"No matter how you prepare, when we descend into the mortal realm at that moment—" Lingxu Shengzun said, word by word, "This war will already be settled!"

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows—what does this mean? After the Great Demon Lord descends, must we not even fight, and yet he dares to declare victory?

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