Chapter 164: The Immortals Pull Hun Tian Yi to Suppress It

"You actually pulled out the Hun Tian Yi of the Xuan Realm…?" Here, Yuan fell silent for several seconds, his voice still tinged with disbelief, "and used it to suppress something?!"

"That's right."

Right my ass! Yuan was starting to doubt reality—these "immortals" of the Xuan Realm were nothing like the immortals he'd imagined.

He recalled once, when he and Sister Wan Zhu had gone to eradicate a demonic cultivator who had committed countless atrocities; he'd said, "Acting on Heaven's Will," and Sister Wan Zhu had told him never to speak such words outside.

At the time, he hadn't understood.

Now he realized why Sister Wan Zhu had forbidden him from saying that.

"Don't be so shocked—if Hun Tian Yi doesn't favor the human race, what use is it to keep Him?"

If the Cang Clan had always been the dominant force of the Xuan Realm and the rulers of the Central Continent, fine—but since they lost, why keep such a traitorous Hun Tian Yi?

"But 'Hun Tian Yi' is such an abstract, ethereal thing… and if the Xuan Realm's Hun Tian Yi has already been suppressed, then why…?"

Yuan didn't even know how to phrase his next question.

"Let's take it one thing at a time."

Xu Xing looked at him and asked, "Yuan, what do you think is the difference between Hun Tian Yi and Tian Dao?"

"Difference?"

These two did seem distinct, but if asked to define the difference…

He genuinely couldn't articulate it right now.

Xu Xing didn't drag it out—he quickly continued: "The Tian Dao of the Xuan Realm is simply the embodiment of its rules: sunrise and moonset, the changing seasons, the transformations of all things in the cosmos."

"Tian Dao is everywhere—it is the foundational rule that sustains the existence and operation of all things in the Xuan Realm."

"If we frame it in terms of the human and Cang clans, the Xuan Realm's Tian Dao is like a balance scale, with humans and Cang on either end."

Xu Xing pointed, and a phantom balance appeared, its two ends each bearing weights—one inscribed with "Human," the other with "Cang."

"It is absolutely impartial—its tilt depends solely on which side holds greater 'weight' in the world."

"The 'weight' of the world is held by those who have merged with the Dao and above."

Explaining this was complex—some aspects couldn't be described in words at all—so Xu Xing used the simplest possible analogy.

"… " Yuan fell into thought. "So currently, the human race still stands on equal footing with the Cang clan—or even at a disadvantage?"

If that's true, the Cang clan was far stronger than he'd imagined.

His fellow countrymen actually won? That was truly impressive.

"No—long before the Cang clan's defeat, their share of 'weight' had already fallen far below that of the human race."

Even a single cultivator who had merged with the Dao carried 'weight'—how much more so the Immortals? The number of human Immortals vastly exceeded the ancestral figures of the Cang clan.

"They've only managed to cling to survival thanks to Hun Tian Yi's favor."

"If humans and Cang sit on opposite ends of the 'Tian Dao balance,' then the Xuan Realm's Hun Tian Yi is the witness—he should be as impartial as the balance itself."

"He should fine-tune minor details to keep the Xuan Realm perpetually at its peak."

"But the one who should have been absolutely impartial developed his own bias—and in this weighing of human versus Cang, he favored the Cang clan."

The phantom balance showed a hand suddenly reaching out from the "Cang" side, pressing down on its end.

The human side was clearly heavier, its weights several times greater than the Cang side—yet the balance still tilted toward the Cang side.

Hearing this, Yuan finally understood.

"So you… "

"Yes."

Xu Xing nodded, then waved his hand, dissolving the phantom balance.

"We used the body of the Cang clan's ancestor, 'Tian,' as a catalyst, extracted Hun Tian Yi from Tian Dao, split Him into seven parts, and suppressed and refined them."

"No—now it should be eight parts… or still seven."

"The Qidaxian Sect and I each suppress one portion."

Previously, there were only the Liudaxian Sect.

Yuan: "… "

These Xian Sect Immortals are terrifying—they just overturned the table and killed the referee.

"So your seclusion… wasn't just for cultivation, was it? You were dealing with your own suppressed portion of Hun Tian Yi?" After all, his fellow countryman was alone, bearing the burden of one entire portion—his pressure must have been immense.

"Yes. For years I fought it, and finally fully refined it." Xu Xing's tone was wistful.

It seemed he was reflecting on how grueling that period of seclusion had been.

Yuan: "… "

Silence. Silence is tonight's Kangqiao.

I suspect you're showing off to me, but I have no proof!

Fuck! Every time I think my fellow countryman's already incredible, he pulls out something even more insane.

"Don't speak of these things. Aside from me and a few fellow cultivators, very few know."

Even among his own disciples, apart from a select few, all they knew was that the human race had once defeated the Cang clan and severely wounded Hun Tian Yi.

They didn't know about the extraction, the splitting into seven parts, or the suppression and refinement.

"Understood." Yuan said solemnly.

Though it sounded incredible now, he hadn't forgotten the words his fellow countryman had spoken earlier.

But from the blood and sacrifices of the Cang clan and countless great clans to reach this point, the hardship and suffering endured were surely far beyond his imagination.

"I have one more question."

After hearing so much from his fellow countryman, a new doubt had arisen.

"Ask."

He'd already revealed so much—what remained couldn't be hidden anymore.

"You said securing 'world weight' is crucial, but where exactly does this importance manifest?"

The Cang Clan now has only two Ancestors left, while among human immortals, there are at least eleven that he knows of.

The two sides' strengths are completely on different levels.

"You should have experienced the Union with the Dao as well—there is one condition among them; I wonder if you still remember it."

Union with the Dao?

Yuan thought for a moment, then suddenly a flash of insight struck him.

"Are you referring to... the condition that only in the Central Continent can one unite with the Dao?"

Xu Xing nodded slightly.

"Yes, the Central Continent is the heart of the Xuan Realm; our human cultivators must unite with the Dao only within the Central Continent."

This is common knowledge known to every cultivator.

"But the Cang Clan is different—they, relying on that sliver of heavenly favor, still have a faint possibility of uniting with the Dao even beyond the starry heavens."

"Moreover, the more 'world weight' the Cang Clan possesses, the higher their chance of uniting with the Dao."

"Thus, our process of eradicating Hun Tian Yi becomes increasingly difficult."

"As long as Hun Tian Yi remains unextinguished, the Cang Clan will always have the potential to rise again."

He had left his seclusion this time and assimilated and eradicated one-seventh of Hun Tian Yi, yet he still requires a million Union-with-the-Dao cultivators to fully overpower the Cang Clan favored by Hun Tian Yi.

Even if one wished to force a war, at least tens of thousands of Union-with-the-Dao 'weight' would still be needed to guarantee the complete annihilation of the Cang Clan.

Otherwise, it would be like the ancient war against the Cang Clan—some would always escape, leaving behind endless poison.

"I understand." This time, Yuan truly understood, "I have to say—you're truly remarkable, old fellow."

"You too," Xu Xing smiled. "What I failed to accomplish, you achieved."

"Tsk! Does this count as mutual professional flattery?"

"I think it does."

Although both claimed they were not qualified transmigrants, they had still done the very thing transmigrants most commonly did.

What is a transmigrant, if not a group who, due to their unique circumstances, seek to leave some change upon a foreign world?

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