Chapter 217: Die and Come Back to Life: As Long as the Whole World Is Against Me, Death Guarantees Rebirth

Demon Ancestor, mighty!

Demon Ancestor, domineering!

Even though he is imprisoned, his resolve does not diminish in the slightest.

——I am the Demon Ancestor; I once roamed the world, looking down on all heroes—what's wrong with that?!

Of course.

This might be because the time he has been detained is not too long, or perhaps it's 'losing the person but not the formation'……or simply because the process of losing was too pathetic, with too much unwillingness, repeatedly pondering and weighing, feeling that back then he was only one step away from the fruit of victory, and if he tried again he would surely win……

Thus, he could still muster up his last bit of pride and backbone, speaking those earth-shattering words.

And regardless of which reason it is, in fact it can all be boiled down to one sentence——

The societal beatings he's suffered aren't enough! He hasn't deeply realized that the camp of ancient god sages opposing him is utterly ruthless……no, it's that their talent surpasses the world! Peerless elegance! The Lesser Yang Emperor listened to Rahu Demon Ancestor's pointers on Honghuang, shook his head and chuckled, without fierce rebuttal or active agreement, completely unbothered that he too was being belittled; he simply enjoyed himself, downed the fine wine in his cup, then refilled it from the warmed wine jug beside him, smiling as he continued to listen.

Such actions fully reveal his breadth of mind, magnanimity, and the stance of non-contention.

He never, in private discussions, speaks ill of others behind their backs to elevate himself by putting them down.

Thus, even if one day a mighty being traces back time and witnesses history……he would naturally be calm and unafraid.

What does this show? It shows the noble virtue, good integrity, and upright conduct of a divine mighty one……

"Shaoyang! You're scheming against me again!"

A demonic roar filled with endless resentment and frenzy suddenly rang out——it was Rahu shouting in fury! This Demon Ancestor, who together with many ancient god sages reviews the history of time, now has a grim, unsightly face, faintly revealing a hint of panic……yet he is the clearest about what he himself said next in that scene.

The Demon Ancestor strained to break free, wanting to unleash his divine powers to forcibly halt the playback of that scene.

Yet, eighty-one chains entwine his body, each chain transformed from the supreme Great Dao, gathering the essence and wisdom of the most stunning mighty ones of the Honghuang world—how could he easily break free? Even though the Demon Ancestor's cultivation among the ancient god sages is certainly not weak, although he cannot match the Dao Ancestor's heavenly advantage, he is also founded by the combined strength of three thousand demon gods, his battle power is formidable, and slaying ordinary great divine ability users is easy as pie.

What a pity!

In the absence of anyone deciding to duel him one-on-one, and with most of the chains' true forms present, for the Demon Ancestor to break out of this situation he would need to attain the supreme realm achievement.

The last one capable of this was called——

Pangu!

Thus, the Demon Ancestor's struggle was destined to end in failure.

It only produced a clanking chain vibration that echoed in this forbidden land of time and space.

Finally, the Demon Ancestor wearily ceased his resistance, merely glaring fiercely at a certain emperor.

That emperor, however, shook his head and chuckled, "Demon Ancestor, your words are mistaken……how could I have schemed against you?"

"Don't tarnish my purity!"

"Leaving aside whether I schemed against you like this, what would be the point?"

"Just speaking of that ancient past……I am not as versed in the Heavenly Mechanism Easy Way as Daoist Fuxi, who strides alone through Honghuang; how could I foresee and know that today would happen like this?"

The Lesser Yang Emperor's eyes flickered, his tone gentle: "Of course, if Daoist friend dislikes it, I'll cut this image—out of respect for your opinion."

As he spoke, he prepared to act, regulating his own time, reining it back.

However, someone was not pleased.

"Huh?"

"Huh!"

Two nasal sounds in succession, full of threat.

The Lesser Yang Emperor froze, turned his head, and saw Nüwa narrowing her eyes, revealing only a sliver of cold light.

Killing intent! "Continue the playback!"

"Play it all the way through for me!"

"Let me see how Daoist Rahu evaluates us."

"Also so I can know, in whose eyes do I have shortcomings?"

Nüwa tried to appear calm and composed, her tone and demeanor very ladylike.

At that moment, Fuxi stretched his neck, looking quite curious: "You know……then what?"

"Will you strive to change, adjust your character habits and preferences?"

Xihuang seemed quite concerned about this issue.

But Nüwa's answer……

"How could that be?"

Nüwa widened her eyes, then tossed two sanitary balls at Fuxi, "I, Nüwa, what god am I?!"

"Who has the right to point fingers at me, making me become what he wants?!"

"Would that me still be me?"

"I, Nüwa, will only be Nüwa, only do what Nüwa does!"

"I've long known that some folks are the type to push and push—today let me change a small habit, tomorrow let me tweak my character, even dare to make me work overtime day and night, squeezing my freedom and labor……how unreasonable!"

Fuxi listened, smacked his lips, "You're so set in your ways, unwilling to humbly accept others' opinions……it's easy to get a bad reputation."

"No problem."

Nüwa's face bore a big smile: "As long as my fists are hard enough, and I show the determination to grind to ashes those who think I have shortcomings and spread bad rumors about me behind my back……"

"Then I, the great goddess Nüwa, will absolutely be the perfect goddess!"

She placed her hands on her hips, "Surely she will be universally acknowledged and approved by the world!"

Fuxi opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again……

This twisted logic left him utterly speechless.

Kill all the nitpickers who think they're imperfect; the rest could still not unanimously say she's good? Just like Pangu.

With a swing of the axe, he slew three thousand chaotic demon gods, creating an ultimate carnage that shocked countless ages.

Yet how many great Luo dare say he's bad? Not to mention ordinary great Luo.

Even an ancient god great sage, upon seeing Pangu and his heaven‑splitting axe, if they ought to be timid, they still have to be timid; at the very least, on the surface, each one sings his praises and extols his virtue.

Speaking ill is impossible, not in this lifetime; at most, when actually acting, they sneak about in Pangu‑opened Honghuang, meddling, striving to reap benefits for themselves.

In daily life, whether speaking at important occasions or taking up a key post, they routinely sing Pangu's praises a little, to show they have grasped the supreme being's great spirit.

Now Nüwa's performance seems to be learning and emulating that great god, seeking the same supreme authority to become the genuine second Pangu, the second generation of Honghuang! If she succeeds, perhaps after people routinely praise Pangu's lofty spirit, they will also need to add Nüwa's supreme thought as a saint.

……

Relying solely on my conduct, I could never please everyone; but add my fists, and there's hope.

——by Merciful and Compassionate Saint Nüwa.

……

Under Nüwa's "gentle" demand, and under the dim, godless gaze of Luo Hou the demon ancestor, Shaoyang lets the historical images continue playing. The images of the emperor and the demon ancestor are two extremes.

One looks down on all under heaven, with few able to meet his gaze; the other seems aloof from the world, uncaring about petty fame and evaluation.

Of course.

Although Shaoyang the emperor appears to have shaken off the lowbrow influence of illusory reputation, as one of the oldest and strongest innate divinities and a member of that faction, he still ought to set its name straight.

So, after the demon ancestor unleashed a half‑sky‑earth map cannon and angrily denounced the ancient god great sages for using underhanded tactics against him, he finally spoke.

"Demon ancestor, I know you feel wronged about losing, unwilling… your battle strength was so overwhelming, yet in the end you stepped into a trap of Absolute Kill, being ganged up on by all, unable to even escape."

Shaoyang the emperor swayed his wine cup, smiled faintly and whispered, "But speaking reasonably… because you excel at destroying the Great Dao, giving you a combat advantage, you therefore disparage others as petty men… isn't that somewhat inappropriate, showing bias?"

"Oh? Then, according to you, what would be appropriate?" the demon ancestor sneered.

"Definitely we should look comprehensively—realm, achievements, character, habits, aspirations… each of these actually reflects personal wisdom, breadth, etc." Shaoyang slowly said, "Those of great wisdom, great perseverance, great breadth… are called heroes, wouldn't that be appropriate?"

The demon ancestor pondered briefly, then nodded.

Although he had previously uttered many disparaging words, he also speaks reason.

Just after nodding, Luo Hou again sneered.

"Even if we go by your set of standards, it cannot change my previous evaluation."

"In present-day Honghuang, there are only some undeserving nobodies jumping up and down there!"

The demon ancestor sneered.

"Isn't that so?" the emperor's mouth twitched slightly, "Speaking of actual achievements, some gods' deeds will be remembered for ages; how could they not be heroic figures?!"

"Like the Dragon Ancestor—Divine Dragon Ancestor!" Shaoyang praised highly, "He has grand aspirations, great ambitions, wanting to make everyone in Honghuang like a dragon… although he didn't fully accomplish it, it's somewhat regrettable."

"But the path remains, so latercomers can climb up step by step."

Hah!

The demon ancestor, upon hearing that, merely scoffed.

"Although the Dragon Ancestor has great ambition, he's merely a talent‑deficient braggart; how can he be called a hero!"

"Not mentioning his original intent, which was to contend for power and profit… just in his handling of the dragon clan, there are serious problems." Luo Hou's eyes gleamed sharply, "He planted hidden dangers, eventually being taken advantage of, setting up the calamity of leaderless dragons; how can he be called a hero!"

Outside the image, the deity wearing a dragon head remained silent, but his gaze turned colder.

Inside the image, the dialogue continued.

Shaoyang paused, seeming to organize his thoughts, then said, "Then, Hongjun, who oversees the Heavenly Dao and maintains balance, has to do a lot of arduous work, with retirement far off… what perseverance! Could that be heroic?"

"A mere Heavenly Dao essence, how could he be a hero?" the demon ancestor smiled faintly, "His so‑called perseverance isn't truly from his heart… otherwise, back then he wouldn't have teamed up with me—just to overturn the great mountain pressing on him."

Saying this, the demon ancestor's smile faded, and he cursed a few times.

"Hateful! Hateful!"

"This Hongjun scoundrel, in big affairs he spares himself, sees small profit and forgets his comrades' lives… although his nature is indeed to serve the gods, why doesn't he take a risky gamble, place himself in deadly peril to be reborn?"

"Instead, he first stalemated with me, ultimately wasting a great opportunity… he, on the other hand, after losing accepted appeasement, went honestly to 007, but he screwed me over badly!"

Outside the image, the Dao ancestor felt a bit embarrassed and annoyed, his eyes gradually narrowing as he sized up the demon ancestor Luo Hou outside the image.

The demon ancestor was lifeless, his gaze dull, with no reaction.

"Then, what about the Nether River demon ancestor?"

Inside the image, Shaoyang mentioned another name.

"This demon ancestor, a single red lotus karmic fire, burns away all sins, awakens beings, brings great order to Honghuang… such deeds, can they be called heroic?"

Luo Hou the demon ancestor instantly flew into a rage.

"Does he even deserve to bear the word 'demon'?! Does he even deserve to be called a hero?!"

"He cultivates the Slaughter Dao; he ought to be my loyal subordinate, roaming Honghuang with me, slaughtering wildly, exterminating the strong!"

"But this guy, his brain got caught in a door panel!"

"He was bewitched and directly defected!"

Luo Hou had strong opinions about the Nether River.

"Slaughter and destruction go together so well? But the place where accidents should least happen, yet an accident occurred."

"He actually believed that bunch's nonsense!"

"What 'a brief frenzy of killing is certainly satisfying, but actually it's draining the pond to catch fish; it'd be better to join us, prosper Honghuang, then pick out the obstacles in this process, the law‑breakers who defy heavenly will, and have fellow Daoists deal with them. Thus a steady trickle, prospects bright'… nonsense! Nonsense!"

The demon ancestor's face was full of "nonsense" repeated many times… showing how greatly the Nether River's behavior affected him.

"Just a measly executioner's post, and they bought him off… what a lousy hero!"

The image of Luo Hou the demon ancestor was very angry.

Outside the image, the Nether River demon ancestor was also very angry.

"Bribed? What bribery? Nonsense!"

"I was in darkness but my heart turned to light… abandoning darkness for light, I love Honghuang!"

After clearing his own name, he coldly stared at Luo Hou, a chill flashing in his eyes.

……

The Lesser Yang Emperor said many names.

Each one of them is a renowned great divine ability wielder in the Honghuang world.

Moreover, he additionally gave his own reasons for considering them heroes.

However, none were approved by the Demonic Ancestor, each one picking out faults.

Finally, as he kept speaking, the Lesser Yang Emperor couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Fellow Daoist, your standards are exceedingly high… So many who have established great accomplishments, yet not a single one meets your eye."

"Is it because they walked the path of contending for supremacy, yet failed to persevere from beginning to end, to laugh last?" he probed.

"Not bad!" the Demonic Ancestor nodded carelessly, "Those who reform but cannot see it through from start to finish are not heroes!"

The Lesser Yang pondered for a moment, finally a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"In that case, heroes aren't very realistic… but female heroes, there are some possibilities."

"Female hero?" the Demonic Ancestor was slightly bewildered.

"Exactly! Female hero!" the Lesser Yang nodded.

"Haha… hahaha… are you teasing me into laughing?" Luohu laughed loudly, "Speaking reasonably, there are still some outstanding male gods, eye-catching."

"Those women's innate divinities?"

"Ahahaha…"

(End of chapter)