Chapter 554

As a man with connections, Fengxi was bestowed a great mission from heaven and received boundless privileges.

The August Emperor invested in him, Human Dao supported him, so there was no place in the Honghuang world that Fengxi could not go.

This is also something Fengxi discovered unintentionally—a benefit that looks insignificant but is actually terrifyingly huge, truly setting it apart from the ordinary Luo Divine Saints who only have a silhouette.

Indeed, upon attaining the Dao as a Luo, one enjoys boundless spacetime, eternal freedom, and can go anywhere.

But there are always some places where, if you dare to casually go there 'freely,' others dare to kill you!

Excessively brutal.

For example, the forbidden land that seals and imprisons the demon ancestor Rahu.

The place that suppresses the demon ancestor lies under the very noses of eighty-one top experts in great divine abilities; it is a key hub for 'guarding' world peace, and anyone without permission who dares to poke around will be killed without mercy.

Countless Luo who have achieved some accomplishment on the path of the 'contrarian' have shed blood on the road to self-destruction, their ashes scattered—often crushed by the Zhou Tian Star-Dou Grand Formation and the All-Heaven Divine Slaughter Grand Formation, dying spotlessly.

Another example is Mount Buzhou!

This is even more brutal, even more outrageous.

If you dare to barge in recklessly, you will be killed and buried.

「Honghuang」 watches you, and the August Emperor watches you too… This is equivalent to directly forming a heaven‑shaking karma with the two Pangus—just ask yourself how you want to die.

When it comes to this point, nothing else matters; the real key is special permission, a pass.

It is also the biggest backdoor that the topmost tycoons have invested to open.

Such a thing adds not a shred of combat power, but when special circumstances demand it, it can instantly turn the whole situation around.

Like the innermost core of Mount Buzhou, just drilling into it lightly can accomplish something big—even if it's just stomping a foot, the whole Honghuang will tremble three times, making many hearts quiver and spirits tense.

Mount Buzhou, after all, is the strongest yet most fragile place in the Honghuang heavens and earth; once a problem arises, even the three thousand Luo will feel their scalps tingle and cannot remain calm.

—How many people rely on the Honghuang heavens and earth for their livelihood!

If we follow Nüwa's former saying, Honghuang is my home.

Then this Mount Buzhou bears the function of the most important load‑bearing wall of the whole house, a truly vital key point.

Because it is crucial, it likewise offers countless operational spaces, enabling one to break out of predicaments.

Even though Fengxi does not have too many wicked tricks—he feels his personal integrity ranks fairly high among the gods—he still relies on Mount Buzhou as this hub, easily conjuring one after another utterly depraved scheme that can readily sway the situation and grasp the gods' minds.

'I just also need to pay attention to some issues…'

Fengxi's thoughts turned, his mind becoming ever clearer.

The more he thought, the farther he could see.

'Details must be handled properly, and the person to take the fall must be chosen in advance.'

'At the very least, I need to create a time lag so that others cannot contact me before they seal the verdict in the coffin, cannot guess that it is actually Human Dao itself that laid the black hand, used to force them to pick sides, making those who claim to be high‑ranking innate gods sell their blood and kidneys.'

—'Bad deeds'?

—I did it, no mistake.

—I did it only out of consideration for the greater good.

—But I also know that you lot won't understand… Even if you could, your biased backsides would make your mouths say no.

—So I simply stay behind the scenes, controlling the whole situation… The one doing the bad deeds isn't me, but that so‑and‑so!

'Not being the arch‑culprit makes it easier to unite the collective, letting others willingly follow my commands to save the world together and hand over authority.'

'By then, after I have turned the tide, I will greedily take everything, deny people, and in one fell swoop compensate the bottom of the three thousand Luo pit spotlessly, with no way to turn back, only able to grudgingly accept a tragic fate and humble myself…'

'Eh… wait!'

'How does this feel a bit off?'

Fengxi suddenly fell into great doubt about life.

'This seems… rather like the meaning of a scumbag, huh?'

He deceived a girl, after consuming her he turned ruthless and denied her, pulling out and being heartless.

One deception, and it's still the three thousand; letting them even meet and recognize each other, they cannot pierce the true face—this is truly a master of time management, an ultimate sea king unmatched by anyone.

'Hmm… illusion! It must be an illusion!'

Fengxi strives to control himself, not to add such a bizarre, strange role to himself.

We need to know.

He, Fengxi, possesses all five virtues—how could he do such a reprehensible, depraved, smoking thing?

Misunderstanding!

It's all a misunderstanding!

'I am doing this all as a sacrifice for the myriad beings!'

Fengxi sighed in his heart.

Is it easy for him?

Not at all easy.

The road of life is long and truly too hard!

Dropping all sorts of integrity, for the beautiful tomorrow of the myriad beings and common folk, he made an unparalleled huge sacrifice.

As a pure white lotus, the last conscience of Human Dao, yet forced to drill into the mire and mingle with the world… Who could know the bitterness in Fengxi's heart?

If possible, who wouldn't want to shine brightly and openly pluck the laurel of victory?

It's a pity, there's no way, no choice.

The evil forces are too huge, squeezing the upright out of any living space, forcing one to take a crooked path just to have a chance to breathe.

So we can't blame him, Feng some‑person, for not giving the three thousand Luo any leeway.

—This broken ship of Human Dao, you lot don't even think about running—get on board, all of you!

—If you die, die together; if you live, live together!

Take apart Honghuang, but not completely dismantle it; with some effort it can still be repaired.

Fengxi pondered, refining the plan and strategy.

This way everyone's focus can be shifted, and at the same time it will be convenient for me to secretly seize power.

However, this matter of puncturing a hole in the heavens is a major affair; someone must announce responsibility, gather public anger, and be pointed at by thousands.

Such a sin, damaging the collective wealth of all innate divinities, not killing would not suffice to appease divine wrath!

This is really difficult!

Fengxi thought and thought, letting out a soft sigh.

Framing someone is not easy.

He can indeed cause trouble with Mount Buzhou.

The target for framing is roughly chosen—he quite likes the Dragon Ancestor, or perhaps the Dao Ancestor.

These are all rivals of Nüwa, ranking top five on the Empress's grudge ledger; Fengxi is happy to help her settle scores.

At the same time, it's also for logical consideration—after all, framing must be reasonable, right!

To break Mount Buzhou, such a terrifying act—could an ordinary Great Luo accomplish that?

Not to mention an ordinary Great Luo.

Even a top-tier great divine ability user, risking life and limb, would not affect Mount Buzhou in the slightest!

Therefore, pinning the blame on an ordinary cat or dog, nobody would believe it.

At the very least, one's strength must meet the standard, needing to be among the topmost existences—Taiyi Great Luo!

Best of all, one should be a supreme being with hope of achieving Pangu's accomplishment.

Only then can one barely make the story self-consistent.

But this is merely theoretical self-consistency; in reality it's impractical.

——If you can pin the blame on them, couldn't they defend themselves and prove their innocence?

It's not like Rahu the Demon Ancestor, that poor fellow, who was beaten up by eighty-one great powers jointly, with Pangu leading, and was completely imprisoned in the most dreadful jail, unable to utter a word.

Thus how evil Rahu really is depends entirely on how those great powers dress him up, or whenever they need, they casually slap a blame on him.

A half-dead person will not protest or appeal; torture extracts a confession, nothing else.

To beat the Dragon Ancestor or Dao Ancestor half to death, then push them out to take the fall, ensuring the whole process stays under control… this dream, just indulge in it.

If one had such strength, Fengxi would already be Pangu; why would he need such tricks?

Directly carrying a sword, visiting door to door, the gods would immediately shout reverently "Heavenly Emperor's holy virtue", and at once the seas would calm, rivers clear, and heaven and earth become bright.

Precisely because strength is lacking, one needs yin and yang schemes to compensate.

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

Fengxi felt a thread of worry rise in his heart, "Whether we can win or not is one matter, but finding a chance to strike is hard."

"Hongjun resides permanently in the Zixiao Palace; this is a constraint for him, and for me it is likewise an obstacle."

"If we reach the point of storming into the Zixiao Palace, it must be the end of the great calamity, leaving no room for me to act."

"As for the Dragon Ancestor? That might be somewhat simpler."

"On the battlefield, weapons are blind; I could sneak up and attack him, hit him with a blunt stick, calculating against the unwitting, hidden arrows wounding people… there is still some hope."

"Just his weight… I always feel it's a bit light."

"Taking the blame is possible."

"But even if he takes the blame and dies, the great pattern of the witch-demons will not immediately change much; the final boss—Hongjun still sits properly in the Zixiao Palace, a huge obstacle to my gathering of human dao power!"

"It's hard!"

"After all, is there a way to drag both of these fellows into it?"

"Worried…"

"For the sake of calculating for all beings, Fengxi feels he has wrung out his brains, utterly mentally exhausted."

"A thousand kinds of worry, myriad anxieties."

"The hand he holds is not bad; he even has the king bomb."

"Unfortunately, his hand is ultimately a bit scattered; the evil-human dao, if present or not, drags him down, plus he walks a path that the three thousand divinities do not welcome—no one likes a leader who seizes power, putting Fengxi in an awkward situation."

"Compared to below, there is surplus."

"Compared to above, there is insufficiency."

"One god brings ten thousand pits; the opposition's average level is not bad… a slight mistake, after Fengxi loses the king bomb, he'll be strung up and beaten, not even a single card able to escape."

"If I could persuade the Dao Ancestor or the Dragon Ancestor to cooperate with my act… they selflessly sacrifice themselves, giving their reputation for the great liberation of all beings under the human dao, willingly taking on the great black cauldron of world destruction, shouldering this blame that once borne can never be shed."

Fengxi thought off-key, then immediately self-mocked, "Ah, they're all not stupid; without benefit, how would they do such a thankless, laborious task…"

"Wait!"

"Benefit…"

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration crossed his mind, and Fengxi's spirit was greatly uplifted.

"Wrong… I was thinking incorrectly!"

"Taking the blame—actually, as long as the benefit is sufficient, there is no blame that cannot be taken!"

"No…"

"If money is given enough, can it still be called taking the blame?"

"Don't even speak of taking the blame."

"Even if it's truly doing bad deeds, it's not something that cannot be considered!"

Fengxi's thoughts turned like lightning, "I got it wrong."

"The camp of innate divinities, their interests and needs differ."

Beliau have their pursuits, the little brothers have their dreams.

In this era, such a huge, radiant Pangu achievement is laid out... This is an enormous temptation.

So great that one could abandon everything, slaughter in all directions, even forsake one's own supporters, just to pursue a result.

I want to launch a terrifying assault, yet I will hesitate. Only because my ultimate goal is to ensure the safety of humanity and all beings, to dance in shackles.

What about others?

Hongjun, Dragon Ancestor... Would they care? No! They care more about whether they themselves can achieve Pangu!

They have no other choice.

If Hongjun doesn't achieve Pangu, forget about leaving the Purple Heaven Palace; he'll toil for a lifetime, no better than Luo Hu.

Dragon Ancestor? He has already offended Fuxi and Nüwa to death... Without achieving Pangu, after the Lich Great Tribulation passes, does he still want to have good days?

Who knows how many future eras; each time a great calamity opens, they always take the Dragon Race as a sacrifice to heaven!

So, they can only pursue profit, must pursue profit, chase the Pangu achievement... My opportunity has come!

Even if I don't spend a single bribe, I just need them to understand that starting from Mount Buzhou will help them get closer to their dreams... Then they will be extremely proactive, even if they have to oppose the whole world!

Risk is greatest, reward also greatest. Lose, and you have nothing; win, and you gain everything.

When profit reaches ten percent, someone starts to get restless; when profit reaches fifty percent, someone dares to take risks; when profit reaches one hundred percent, those who pursue it dare to trample all laws of the world; and when profit reaches many times over, they are not even afraid of death, and dare to sell the very rope with which they hang themselves.

How much profit does the Pangu achievement deserve?

Tenfold?

Hundredfold?

Thousandfold?

No one can quantify it specifically.

But looking at today's August Emperor, who can come and go with the Honghuang, and whom nothing in heaven and earth can do anything about... This is enough to attract everyone.

And when secret information spreads, that starting from Mount Buzhou can help a certain unnamed Dao Ancestor, or the Dragon Ancestor, undertake the Pangu great undertaking...

Guess.

Will these few not be extremely enthusiastic?

Not good!

Fengxi suddenly felt a shudder of shock.

He mentally reenacted the whole Honghuang layout, thoroughly deducing all regions related to Mount Buzhou, as well as the various possibilities after the Heavenly Pillar's fracture, who could become the beneficiary.

Immediately, Fengxi's hairs stood on end, every pore sweating cold.

Mount Buzhou... Heavenly River... Flooding Honghuang... the Demon Race transforming into dragons... Dragon totem...

Mount Buzhou... Severing Heaven-Earth Passage... Infinite Calamity... Dao Ancestor's oath...

Fuck!

Maybe I don't even need to jump around to cause trouble!

Some guys have probably already started figuring out how to break Mount Buzhou!

Fengxi speculated with maximum malice, faintly having a premonition that good things won't work, bad things will; if this matter goes wrong, it's already underway.

Speaking of being ruthless, I ultimately am not comparable to those old-school ancient god sages.

Fengxi thought sadly.

I'm just considering how to defeat the enemy... but some people might be pondering how to destroy the world.

Or forcing humanity, leaving them no way out, in the Heavenly River waters, if they want to avoid sinking and perishing, they can only go all-in to transform into dragons.

Or shattering cosmic order, unleashing a world-shaking catastrophe, destroying an era's humanity, letting Honghuang fall into a state of losing self, guiding the arrival of the Infinite Calamity, to gain oneself the greatest liberation.

And I...

Only now have I barely grasped their layout... after all, I am too kind, too honest.

As a loyal, upright, honest person, a sincere and reliable young gentleman... I've had it so hard!

(End of chapter)