Chapter 223: Writing History On‑Site, the Foremost Male Immortal, the Grand Assembly of Purple Cloud Palace

As a top-tier female divine adept, Nüwa's mental and manual dexterity is inevitable.

It only took a moment, and a fresh innate spiritual treasure emerged.

That was a grindstone, its color dark and profound, exuding an aura that could grind away past, present, and future.

The supreme treasure for destroying a path—

World-Destroying Grindstone!

When its power is fully unleashed, it will possess, like the demon ancestor Luohu, the mighty force to grind away all of Honghuang and bring it to an end.

The manual says it like this.

Actually?

Its more likely use is as a handy tool for the foodie Nüwa, to shine and heat in another way.

"This grindstone... is so handy!"

Nüwa commented, after using it she said, "Containing the principle of destruction, it can crush food ingredients' most basic molecules to the greatest extent, thereby releasing their essence, making food easier to digest and the flavor more perfect!"

Heaven knows, will the demon ancestor's spirit in heaven weep because of such a comment?

Doesn't he care about face?

Unfortunately, Luohu, who has been forcibly taken offline and disconnected, can no longer voice any protest.

The World-Destroying Pot King, once sealed by chains, has passed away, leaving behind only eighty-one chains.

The seven "grievance" characters not far away now seem brighter, revealing some ineffable truth.

"How pitiful."

"How sorrowful."

"How lamentable."

The Great Sage Fuxi sighed lightly and gave such an evaluation.

"Hah!"

Nüwa gave a light smile, "You're putting on the act of a big-tailed wolf... feigning sincerity, just like a neutral commentator."

"I'm just curious."

"If that Luohu fellow, when commenting on heroes under heaven, didn't call you a hero... can you still be so calm, old god?"

Luohu judged the heroes of the world; although he had no filter, he cursed everyone around.

But!

Fuxi is the exception.

He wasn't singled out to be criticized for his flaws; instead, like himself, he was praised as a transcendent hero.

Thus, in the end, Fuxi stood among the several dozen divine adepts present, like a crane among chickens, looking down on the strong.

A clear stream amidst the mudslide!

And as that clear stream... Fuxi still performed very aptly.

He looked at his sister, smiled faintly, "Of course."

"Whether Luohu says I'm a hero or not, I won't care either way."

"I still have a heart that tolerates others."

"Oh?" Nüwa half-believed, half-doubted, then her eyes lit up as if she'd thought of some crooked idea, "Really?!"

"Really!" Fuxi smiled as before, "Really couldn't be more true!"

"Someone like me never quarrels with the ignorant... especially the ignorant who are dead."

"The dead are supreme!"

Fuxi spoke softly and gently, yet said something terrifying, causing Nüwa to instinctively shrink her neck, avoid her brother's kindly gaze, and actively change the subject: "As for the demon ancestor's jailbreak, I will settle it by slaying him on the spot... Any objections?"

"None!"

"Absolutely none!"

The mighty ones present unanimously agreed, emotions roused, cheering the glorious victory of justice once again triumphing over evil.

Together they helped Nüwa settle the matter... This shows how much they despise Luohu the demon ancestor.

Even if there are some doubts behind this, even if the direct cause of the demon ancestor's killing was not the jailbreak... after a brief exchange of opinions, everyone simply decided—No need to investigate further, it's settled as such!

So that's it.

Speaking ill of others behind their backs is a very dangerous, very grudge‑inducing act.

Although each ancient god and great sage claims to be tolerant and magnanimous, not holding petty grudges,

but... considering the demon ancestor even calls himself a hero,

recording a hero's faults isn't exactly reasonable, is it?

Thus, the gods reached a consensus.

They nailed the final coffin lid onto Luohu the demon ancestor.

Heaven knows when this demon ancestor will be able to lift the coffin lid and rise.

……

"Since Luohu the demon ancestor's jailbreak failed, to prevent future trouble we slay him as a warning... The matter is settled, so I take my leave."

The Less Yang Thearch spoke, cupping his fists toward the surrounding mighty ones with a kindly expression, making it hard to connect this him with the one who personally sent Luohu the demon ancestor into his coffin.

Yet no one dared to slight him in the slightest.

Whether the Less Yang is a transcendent hero is hard to say, but he is absolutely a ruthless god!

Therefore, many divine adepts returned the salute amicably, "Fellow Daoist, go ahead; the aftermath here can be left to us."

"Good."

The Less Yang also did not humble himself; after a slight nod, he lifted his foot and stepped, traversing the ages, and departed.

It's just that he might know, or he might not know.

There were a few top-tier great powers, peak experts who could even be called venerable among mighty divine-ability users, who sized up his back with a strange, peculiar gaze.

Among them were the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and the Dragon Ancestor…

Such behavior was profound and thought-provoking.

Only when even the shadow of Shaoyang had completely disappeared did they withdraw their gazes, each seemingly lost in thought.

After a moment's pondering, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eyes flashed as he spoke, drawing the attention of the great powers who had not yet left: "Friends, I have an idea…"

"Oh? Is that so? Then, Dao friend, please share."

A great power who was busy writing down something looked up and responded.

While responding, he stretched out a hand, gesturing numbers at Nüwa, who stood beside him, and haggled in a very low voice.

"…At least this number can't go any lower. I'm the recorder—do you think I'm easy to push around?"

"…You should know, I pursue rigor in every word I write, staking my personal reputation on it!"

He spoke confidently, arguing his point with reason.

Nüwa pursed her lips: "Fine, fine, fine, whatever you say."

"But let me lay out the unpleasant truth first!"

"If the goods are no good, even if you have the life to earn money, you won't have the life to spend it!"

"Hey!" the great power said confidently, "You can leave this to me, old-timer!"

"I'm a professional!"

"I'll definitely satisfy the customer!"

"How does this record description look to you?"

"——× year × month, Demonic Ancestor Rahu feigned death, then rose up violently, bursting forth from the demon realm, his demonic flames boundless."

"Seeing that another world-shaking demonic calamity was about to erupt, Nüwa willingly paid a heavy price, blocking it within the demon realm."

"At that moment, the battle was incredibly fierce, and Nüwa, single-handedly, turned the tide…"

Blah blah… The great power, like a storyteller, first gave a detailed, earnest boast about how vicious and powerful Demonic Ancestor Rahu was, using no fewer than a hundred world-destroying adjectives.

But evil will ultimately be defeated by justice; thanks to Nüwa's earth-shaking sacrifice, a demonic calamity was finally quelled, and the myriad peoples were saved!

"This segment of history, recorded thus… how is it?"

"Very good, very good!" Nüwa nodded repeatedly, "Báizé, you really are reliable!"

"Of course! Back when I worked on the Honghuang Annals, I revised my draft countless times… why? To satisfy the client!" That great power patted his chest.

"Hmm, indeed." Nüwa agreed, but as the client, she wouldn't let the contractor off so easily; she offered her opinion: "But I still have a few small requests."

"Go ahead."

"In this, I want my role to be even more prominent… for instance, in the aftermath of quelling the demonic calamity, we need to add a tragic, heroic atmosphere." Nüwa pointed here and there: "For example, to deal with the remnants of the demonic ancestor's soul, I sacrificed tens of millions of years of cultivation, damaged my own body, severed my arms and legs, refined the undying immortal stone, forged the supreme immortal sword, preparing for future demon extermination, awaiting a righteous warrior to draw this sword and vanquish the demonic calamity!"

Nüwa added scenes for herself.

"Easy, easy!" Báizé said these were no trouble; after a slight tweak to the preceding and following text, he seamlessly inserted the client's demands.

"But, are the demonic pearls and immortal sword ready?"

"This is trivial." Nüwa said nonchalantly, then reached toward the assorted cheat‑like golden fingers her brother had scavenged from the junk heap, pinched a few "Chaos Pearls," gripped a few "Xuanyuan Swords," and the job was done.

Báizé was somewhat speechless.

Since it was the client's preference, he didn't want to say anything and just recorded one or two items straight from the template.

Then, a "history segment" was completed.

And it was done right under the noses of many great powers!

But no one had even a hint of criticism or suspicion about it, as if…

This was something everyone was accustomed to, having done similar operations before!

In fact, that was indeed the case.

Nüwa took out a few after big head after pay fees after, Báizé raised his hand and cast the manuscript into the vast expanse of time and space, adding this segment.

While doing this, he also laughed, "Another demonic calamity, Dao friend Nüwa, the many lineages you've passed down also gain another excellent training opportunity."

"The reasoning is this, but I don't know how many will stand out." Nüwa also flicked her wrist, throwing the demonic pearls and immortal sword entirely into the Suiyue Changhe, "Lately, my lineage has been in decline…… if it weren't so, I wouldn't resort to such drastic measures."

"Hopefully one or two good seedlings will emerge… sigh, my Great Dao of Creation demands exceedingly high moral character."

"To enter and go far, one needs a pure heart of great love… but nowadays, the morals are worsening, all kinds of slacking and deceit, all kinds of fraud—this pains me greatly!"

"Pfft!"

Someone suddenly burst out laughing.

Nüwa followed the sound and saw Fuxi.

The Empress Nüwa's cheeks puffed out, "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing." Fuxi said solemnly.

He had wanted to blurt out what was on his mind—"Someone openly cheats and yet dares to criticize the age?"

But when the words reached his lips, considering certain things, he naturally changed his tone: "I just think Dao friend Hongjun's proposal is interesting, that's why I laughed…"

"Is that so?"

Nüwa raised her eyebrows, turning her attention toward Hongjun.

Yet seeing this Dao Ancestor, he was speaking of ideals, discussing great righteousness… he mentioned that in the era of great calamity, the two powers stood opposed, with interference in the development of human-kind's productivity, which was detrimental to Honghuang as a whole.

He, moreover, did not demand that everyone be harmonious; he simply called for a halt and no more mention of weaponized conflict.

"But we need to establish an absolutely neutral organization to shoulder the exchange and transport of basic survival supplies…"

"Furthermore, the corresponding humanitarian relief issue…… this is a righteous deed that showcases the brilliance of humanity!"

"All of the above require that this organization have a true ideal‑chaser, one wholly devoted to Honghuang, a mighty divine‑ability user, presiding over it."

Moreover, it's best not to have the most direct relation with the Wu Clan or the Demon Race.

Hongjun smiled and said, "Before, I was still worried about this."

But now, I happen to know a very suitable candidate.

That candidate himself says he is an idealist... that's great!

With such a person, why worry that this organization cannot be established and achieve its ideal goals?" Hongjun looked at Fuxi, his smile deep, "Fellow Daoist, you say, isn't that right?"

Fuxi's brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed, "The reasoning is this reasoning... but Fellow Daoist Shaoyang, will he agree?"

This would put him in the spotlight, watched by everyone, making it easy for his privacy to disappear.

Sigh!" Dao Ancestor waved his hand, "Fellow Daoist Shaoyang, upright in conduct, proper in bearing, walking the world openly and honestly, with little secrecy, even before the Demon Ancestor he frankly speaks his heart's goals—how noble and pure!"

When choosing between realizing ideals and personal privacy, I think he will surely not refuse.

That's true." Fuxi, Great Sage, nodded with a smile, "But this task is so heavy; I don't know if he, having only strength but no influence, can shoulder it."

This is simple." Hongjun said meaningfully, "Everyone joining forces to give him a glorious honor—wouldn't that work?"

Like... the foremost male immortal? The king of all immortals?

All of these can be discussed, right!

Hongjun, Dao Ancestor looked around, "Everyone says, isn't that right?"

What the fellow Daoist says is indeed correct!

Dragon Ancestor, Divine Sage said with interest, "I imagine, for Shaoyang, who for the ideal has nothing he dare not do... he will surely gladly undertake this task."

And with this fellow Daoist, during intense wartime, conducting humanitarian relief... perhaps it could reduce many losses and also answer to everyone's conscience!

If he is unwilling even to do this...

Dragon Ancestor chuckled, not finishing his words.

But we still need to ask the person concerned for his opinion.

Yuanshi Tianzun said, "We cannot possibly force him... perhaps Fellow Daoist Shaoyang has some affairs keeping him busy, willing but unable?"

Then we can help assist." A human-faced, snake-bodied Candle Dragon of the Universe Light Great Ability chuckled lightly.

Some matters belong to personal privacy... not easy to help." The Nether River Demon Ancestor suddenly spoke.

In a short time, the powerful beings present seemed to split into two camps.

This made some people look thoughtful.

All right, all right!

Fuxi spoke up to interrupt, "When the time comes, we just need to ask the person concerned, right?"

Just in time, the Purple Cloud Palace assembly is about to begin again.

If there are any matters, we can put them there to discuss carefully and seriously... how about that?

That works.

Hongjun listened, smiling and nodding.

I really look forward to that day.

(End of chapter)