Chapter 214: The Heavenly Dao was made for the gods; merit and achievement await the future

Demon Ancestor Luóhóu.

He is a great figure who leaves his name in history and stinks for ten thousand years.

In the eyes of the world, he commits all manner of evil, enforces terror… the proclamation of world destruction, the legend of the Infinite Calamity, has always been a sharp sword hanging over the heads of all beings, never taken down.

In the eyes of the world, the Demon Ancestor has the strongest fighting spirit, never yields, never gives up, upholding the obsession of the three thousand Chaos demon gods to destroy the Honghuang world; even if slain once by the just gods, he will surely be resurrected and will plot the ultimate conspiracy to destroy the universe in some remote corner.

In the eyes of the world…

Too much, too much.

Through the endless ages, one legend after another, the image of Demon Ancestor Luóhóu has long been fixed—such a terrifying, sinister figure, with pus oozing from his head and sores on his feet, capable of anything.

After all, huh?

Whenever needed, the eighty-one demon lord great powers always step forward, representing Demon Ancestor Luóhóu, solemnly declaring—taking responsibility for the ××× incident, insisting it was an act ordered by the Demon Ancestor, an effort and contribution made to destroy Honghuang and revive the Chaos era!

Demon Ancestor Luóhóu, the Darkness of Honghuang!

Fengxi once also believed this saying.

——until today, his pure and benevolent worldview has undergone baptism.

An accident allowed him to enter the circle of the top-tier great divine adepts, and he learned various inside information that ordinary Great Luo are not qualified to know, belonging to the struggle and maneuvering among the top three echelons of Honghuang.

The Great Luo are the will of Heaven, managing Honghuang and governing all beings.

In more vivid terms, they are like individual heavenly magistrates… to ordinary common beings, they are naturally unattainable.

After all, they start out roughly as regional governors.

Only unfortunate, Honghuang is too vast, with too many territories to be enfeoffed, making ordinary Great Luo unremarkable.

Without entering the central echelon, wielding influence over Honghuang's decisions, what would that even be?

Among Honghuang's top three tiers, the highest is naturally Pangu, but his whereabouts are elusive, unknown to the world.

Next come the Ancient God Great Sages… each is a top-tier great power, even a supreme magnate!

This group of great figures truly commands Honghuang, each exuding charisma for millions of years!

Originally, this was already terrifying enough.

But today, Fengxi learned of an even more terrifying inside story.

A bunch of pretty boys actually teamed up, damn it!

Between the vague and the apparent, there is divine distortion, moral degeneration, thus forging the ultimate——

The Pot of This World!

Demon Ancestor Luóhóu, named the Darkness of Honghuang, is in fact the Pot of This World.

However……

Is that it then?

No.

We've already produced a demon ancestor.

Then producing a dao ancestor as well—what's strange about that?

This result, while beyond Fengxi's expectations, is nevertheless within the reasoning of the Ancient God Great Sages.

Fengxi clicked his tongue.

"That bunch of Ancient God Great Sages, are they that crazy? They dare to think anything, dare to do anything."

"No wonder, Dao Ancestor Hongjun wants to share treasures… every one of his innate spiritual treasures is a monitor—who could stand that?"

He merely imagined having thousands of eyes implanted on his body, constantly being stared at dead-on…… he would probably go mad and embark on a killing spree!

Cannot endure!

Even if pressed by helpless reality, unable to freely vent his inner rage…… he must also find a chance to throw away those monitors, and dispose of them completely.

Remarkable, keeping one or two that cannot be thrown away…… that's how one obtains purity.

Fengxi, lost in thought, listening to the Lord of the Final Fate bitterly pour out his heart, inadvertently leaked many astonishing secrets.

For example…… the origin of the Heavenly Dao!

"I and that fellow Hongjun have pretty much the same background."

"But why do our fates differ so greatly?"

"They are both forged by the combined effort of top-tier great powers, yet the final result is one in heaven, one in earth."

"I've worn out the bottom of my prison cell, while Hongjun shines bright and splendid!"

"I refuse to accept this!"

The Demon Ancestor grieves.

"That bastard Hongjun is merely a spirit that has cultivated the Heavenly Dao… what is the Heavenly Dao?"

"Isn't it just something everyone cobbled together out of laziness?"

"Although it's said to be for efficient governance of Honghuang and control of endless spacetime… in essence it's just laziness, not wanting to waste time and energy on trivial details."

"So back then you and a few great sages proposed, calling on the congregation of innate divinities to join forces, utilizing the eternal, omnipresent authority of endless spacetime, combining all the Great Dao laws of Honghuang, ultimately forging the most excellent, most powerful server—the Heavenly Dao!"

"Used to handle many unimportant yet needed trifles, dynamically adjusting the Heaven-Human relations of the Honghuang cosmos, periodically automatically maintaining the balance of law data……"

Heavenly Dao, the wisdom crystallized of the Honghuang Great Luo!

Born to assist the great divine adepts in managing Honghuang, capable of regulating yin and yang, controlling the four seasons……

"That fellow Hongjun is this ultimate intelligent server that has spawned self-aware wisdom……" the Demon Ancestor said, his expression of envy, jealousy, and hatred too obvious, "From birth, his strength is tremendous to a terrifying degree, stronger than I know by how much."

Fengxi expressed understanding.

One who carries the pot, although also a product of the Ancient God Great Sages' combined effort, how could he be made too strong?

The server is different.

Wishing it were the top-tier configuration, capable of handling all tasks, dealing with everything comprehensively.

Hongjun Dao Ancestor, truly blessed by heaven!

Fengxi sighed at the wisdom and talent of the great divine-ability beings of that ancient era.

If not for the Demonic Ancestor personally saying it, how many latercomers could know that a Dao Ancestor actually has such an inconceivable origin?

The Heavenly Dao is actually not earlier than the birth of the primordial deities.

On the contrary, its true age is still quite young.

As for why he is also unanimously recognized as a Dao Ancestor?

Fengxi thought a little and then understood.

As for the Great Luo level, the initial age actually doesn't matter.

Because in the end, what's compared is strength!

Being young in age doesn't matter; just reverse cause and effect.

And the Dao Ancestor formed from the essence of Honghuang's primordial deities is surely stronger than any mighty one!

To be honored as a Dao Ancestor is perfectly natural.

However, becoming a Dao Ancestor doesn't mean one can act without restraint.

One still must show a certain degree of respect to the collective of ancient gods and great sages; when deciding Honghuang's future trend, one must listen to the ideas of the primordial deities.

But……

"Hongjun Dao Ancestor, will he be willing?"

"If he's not willing…… then isn't that just becoming a calamity?"

"Filming a movie epic of the Heavenly Net battling the Savior?"

"The Heavenly Dao wins, and then comes a Honghuang version of The Matrix? Brains in vats?"

Fengxi's eyes flickered, and he was very interested in this development.

His thoughts drifted, imagining the past…… perhaps the great drama of the Heavenly Dao battling the primordial deities has already been staged.

And in the end, it ought to conclude with the victory of the primordial deities.

"Then afterwards, stuff a few thousand primordial spirit treasures in as a backdoor for an alarm?"

Luo Hou Demonic Ancestor's words corroborated Fengxi's speculation.

"Hongjun, once he became strong, he grew ambitious…… when the Dragon Clan Divine Court and Phoenix Clan Divine Hall were fighting to the death, he secretly schemed to eliminate the mighty one who held his vital weakness."

"This is rebellion!"

"Bare‑faced rebellion!"

Luo Hou Demonic Ancestor said righteously, "Compared to my original nature, he's far more wicked!"

"But the result is, after his defeat he can be directly pardoned, sitting in the the the Zixiao Palace shining brilliantly, aside from some hardship and fatigue, accepting a bit of surveillance…… while I am stuck rotting at the bottom of the infinite Great Calamity prison!"

"Where is justice?"

The Demonic Ancestor felt anguished and indignant, loudly crying out injustice.

Fengxi listened, silent and speechless.

The Demonic Ancestor continued pouring out his heart, "Imprisonment is bad enough…… my right to speak has been completely stripped away."

"At the last the the Zixiao Palace meeting, I finally got let out for a breather, I was happy…… and then?"

"I had the River of the Underworld on my left and Shao Yang on my right…… those two guys secretly exerted force together, leaving me unable to utter a single word!"

"And then that bastard Hongjun, when summarizing the development achievements of the Dragon‑Phoenix Era, actually used me to contrast his glorious brilliance…… intolerable, who could tolerate it!"

"I'm too miserable! Too hard!"

Demonic Ancestor, a generation's pot‑king…… who in the world could know how much he bears?

Each black pot carries the weight of Mount Buzhou, making him heart‑broken and sorrowful.

Of course.

Perhaps it is exactly such a deranged, painful experience that drives Luo Hou Demonic Ancestor to have a change of heart, expressing a willingness to actively align with the organization, regarding bearing the pot for the organization as the greatest honor!

Without comparison, there is no harm.

"So, I now have made up my mind to devote myself to the organization and the collective……" Lord of the Final Fate looked pleadingly at Fengxi, "You see, could you consider giving me a chance to become a god again?"

Fengxi blinked, then blinked again.

He very much wanted to say——

Sorry, I'm just a temporary stand‑in; how could I decide such a lofty matter?

But on the other hand, he also worried that after dashing those hopes…… would the desperate Demonic Ancestor do something extremely dangerous in this forbidden land?

For example, tearing Fengxi apart with bare hands? Or, for example, splitting Fengxi alive?

Just imagining that scene made Fengxi feel a bit of heart‑pounding dread.

"We must stabilize him first."

"Besides, there's also the need for the Immortal‑Slaying Sword Formation……"

Fengxi's thoughts turned, and his mind became lively.

He exerted twelve‑percent effort, began to speak in official jargon, and tried to bluff the other side.

"This problem you mentioned can't be solved in a short while."

Fengxi cleared his throat, adjusted his tone, spoke unhurriedly, putting on the airs of a senior gentleman.

"When the time comes, I'll organize personnel to discuss it."

"But first, let me give you a heads‑up so you can prepare mentally."

"Your situation is very complex and serious."

"After all, your situation is different from Hongjun's."

"He is a server, able to prove his worth through actual work."

"You?"

He sized him up, shook his head, and through the water curtain let the Lord of Misfortune see his blurred actions, leaving this mighty one's heart in turmoil.

"Your greatest value is to take the blame!"

Many mighty ones hope your existence can drive their subordinates and keep their own glorious image.

A white glove must not be discarded.

Everyone has painstakingly acted and put on a show to establish your identity… how could it be easily dismantled?

This isn't a problem that can be easily solved by whether you willingly or unwillingly cozy up to the organization… Compared to a lively, jumping living person, many would prefer a dead tool that leaves only a plaque for use.

Because a living person poses the risk of turning state's evidence, while a tool does not.

Fengxi simulated putting himself into the scene, as if he were the true Lord of Fortune's Dao.

And the effect was quite good.

The Lord of Misfortune fell completely silent.

His face showed worry and helplessness, as he lamented his own future.

Fengxi watched, feeling it was about right, the timing sufficient, and then shifted the conversation—

"But!"

"Considering Rahu Demon Ancestor's many years of painful 'contributions'… those deeds, compared to the sins he once committed, have actually made up for a lot."

"On this basis, if he still has to serve his sentence, locking him up in a great prison of the Boundless Great Calamity would be too inhumane."

"What do you mean?" the Lord of Misfortune's eyes lit up, instantly shifting from deathly stillness to liveliness, and he even began using honorifics in his speech.

My meaning is to help you do some ideological work with other fellow Daoists, exchange opinions with them, help you mediate and reconcile, and see if we can get your sentence reduced.

"And if during this period you achieve great merit…" Fengxi said meaningfully, "that would be worth far more than a thousand or ten thousand verbal self‑criticisms expressing willingness to cozy up to the organization."

"I understand!"

The Lord of Misfortune, upon hearing the implied meaning, immediately understood Fengxi's intent.

Great merit… As a mighty one who lives by destroying the Great Dao, what sort of opportunity for merit could he still have?

Besides that illusory Boundless Great Calamity, there are no other suitable options.

"I will impart all the secrets of the Slay Immortal Sword Formation!"

The Lord of Misfortune struck his chest firmly.

"Thus… excellent!"

Fengxi blinked and nodded.

If one were to say, earlier Fengxi actively sought the Lord of Misfortune, the trade position somewhat passive… now, however, others rush to beg him!

At that moment, the demon ancestor began to lecture, expounding the core technique he had researched.

Unfortunately, Fengxi only understood about thirty or forty percent.

After all, he was a temporary stand‑in Great Luo, with too much filler, and he still lacked a ready‑made sword formation for reference… grasping it to this extent is already quite good.

The rest is just rote memorization, to be slowly comprehended in the future.

There's nothing to be done.

For the sake of looking cool.

Fengxi cannot ask about overly basic questions.

In fact, the Lord of Misfortune still needs to consult him in return, hoping to refer to the supreme Great Dao, to draw analogies and thus elevate his own technique!

Instantly, Fengxi's little face stiffened a bit.

How could he possibly say one, two, three?

Joint discussion?

Impossible.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, a savior appeared!

"Clang!"

A chain spanning heaven and earth trembled, echoing through this forbidden realm of time and space!

The Lord of Misfortune changed color.

Fengxi's expression was complex.

Because, the Houtu mark on his forehead… began to glow!

The signal… has been restored!

(End of chapter)