Chapter 620: Each generation has its version, each generation has its god; every generation's version cuts down the Dragon God

Fengxi was basically going to rebel!

Whitewash?

Can't be whitewashed!

Also no need to whitewash!

As a quasi-Human Dao Essence, Fengxi bears a mission he must shoulder.

Not only is he against Nüwa, he's also against the whole camp of the Great Luo Holy Sacred, overturning three thousand great mountains!

The ideal is here, destiny is set.

It's not aimed at the Wu Clan, nor at Nüwa; it's deliberately meant to suppress this force.

Fengxi is merely targeting the "Innate Holy Sacred".

The sad thing is, countless ancestor witches and great witches are all trapped in this circle…… If they could become victors of the Wu-Yao War, then they would face Fengxi's blow representing the Human Dao.

They have been hit by a "collateral strike"!

It's not personal grudge.

But public-mindedness.

It's not narrowly about seizing the fruits of victory; only by obtaining those fruits can one fulfill the burden they bear.

Fengxi faintly feels——even if victorious later, for that responsibility he will likely have little freedom.

Just like Zixiao Palace, which half-sealed the Dao Ancestor, becoming a wage worker.

Perhaps, in the future there will also be such a palace where a peerless Holy Emperor lies dormant, unable to take a single step through myriad ages……

Only such a sacrifice can make myriad ages radiant, the Holy Way blazing!

After Fengxi clearly comprehends the complexity of his karma and the uniqueness of his identity, he already understands this is a road that can only go forward into darkness.

"If the Lady really associates it that way, then she hasn't guessed too wrong; she's not far from hitting the bullseye."

Fengxi spoke to Ke Jia, chuckling lightly, "Human Clan Essence…… I indeed count as that too!"

"However, Human Clan Essence is me; I am not merely Human Clan Essence."

"Speaking of which…… on this point, the Lady can't blame others. If blame is due, she can only blame herself."

Fengxi lightly shrugged off responsibility, indicating many things would develop to this point—not entirely Fuxi's scheming, let alone Fengxi harboring rebellious intent.

The one who truly led the rebellion was Nüwa herself!

"This is "We were ready to fight to the death, Your Majesty, why did you surrender first!""

In related matters, Nüwa bears an inescapable responsibility.

"Can all this be blamed away?" Ke Jia and Fengxi walked together through the Netherworld Earth Officials, passing department after department, appearing before numerous divine dignitaries, thereby polishing their reputation—this young man is highly regarded by Lord Houtu; you all, pay more attention, keep your eyes open!

Some fairness- and rule‑abiding rights and benefits—you should take the initiative to enjoy them!

The two teamed up to put on a show, nothing but the same old clichés.

But in practice, neither of them ever cared about this; they were far more keen on exchanging gossip.

At this moment, Ke Jia sighed over Fengxi's dodging blame and guaranteeing a clear conscience…… After years apart, Tuba's integrity has plummeted to madness, leaving him somewhat unable to adjust.

"I'm just stating the facts." Fengxi shook his head, feeling deeply moved, "It's her own definition of humanity that caused certain things to inevitably happen."

"From the start, she entrusted humanity with some ideas…… Integrity! Responsibility! Benevolence! Independence! Autonomy! Friendship……"

"Wait wait."

"It can be said that, in humanity, the Creator has entrusted too much goodness…… Furthermore, the Creator hopes that such a people can become the pillar of the Human Dao, the beam of Honghuang, to dispel the sorrow of the age and reform the flaws of the era."

"Although…… I seriously doubt that much of this is pure hype manufactured by Lady Nüwa herself, false propaganda to deceive the Human Dao, a stunt to rally the Human Dao masses."

"Just like I usually do, using various lofty pretexts to ask the Lady for funds, it's the same operation."

"But!"

Fengxi let out a sigh, "Who would have thought that humanity would take it seriously?"

"Humanity first wavered, then with August Emperor Majesty fanning the flames nearby…… thus misfortune occurred."

"The aspect representing the benevolent side of Humanity met its end, humanity's fate was swept up in linkage…… ultimately, that's why I now bear all these karmic burdens!"

"I am actually truly innocent; if we really want to settle accounts with the culprits…… Lady Nüwa herself is the one!"

"Although I estimate that, in this matter, she is probably muddled now—knowing what happened but not why—not realizing that she herself was too young back then and made too many reckless promises, causing humanity to bear too many dreams."

"Integrity, then one does not fear powerful authority."

"Responsibility, then one dares to shoulder it."

"Benevolence, then it bestows grace upon all beings."

"Independence, then one constantly strives for self‑improvement."

"Autonomy, then one can sever heaven's connection."

"……"

"The pit Lady Nüwa jumped into—she herself dug the first shovelful of earth!"

"When such an era's torrent rolls up, no one can stop it……"

"I just don't know—when someday Lady Nüwa personally sees the dream she once boastfully blabbered about come true, and yet it's a sadly self‑defeating stone‑lifting development…… what mood will she have?"

Fengxi sighed, revealing the deep‑buried secret of the Wu‑Yao Era.

As he spoke, his face showed a sorrowful expression, then gradually he gave a disgraceful laugh.

What does "Lord Ye's love of dragons" mean?

Perhaps this time, Nüwa can give a vivid enactment of that idiom.

So then.

Don't brag about nothing.

Failure is no big deal.

Succeeded… and then it got awkward.

Nüwa herself demonstrated it, thereby proving the point.

Heaven's misdeeds can be defied; self‑inflicted misdeeds cannot be survived.

If one day Nüwa gets screwed over because of this, Fuxi might bear thirty percent responsibility, the Human Dao twenty percent, and the remaining fifty percent… is mostly her own doing.

Fengxi… he's nothing more than a victim!

Hmm, Fengxi now thinks so.

Although, he once felt some guilt, feeling torn between loyalty and righteousness.

But… humans are beings with strong self‑regulation and adaptability.

After a long ordeal, Fengxi had an epiphany.

It's not his fault; it's Nüwa herself!

Qingjia glanced at him sideways, feeling a strong urge to criticize this.

However, he thought a bit and gave up.

After all, we're in the same boat; scolding ourselves… forget it.

"So, to leave a back door and prove you didn't rebel of your own will but were forced by a tyrant's misrule and the slaughter of innocent loyalists, you arranged for me?" Qingjia stroked his chin, "In other words, I'm just here to take the blade for you!"

"If I die because of this, you'll have a pretext to raise troops… as the saying goes, 'When the sovereign wants the minister dead, the wise minister chooses his lord and kills him.'"

"I'm merely acting in legitimate self‑defense and emergency avoidance." Fengxi sounded helpless, "Even though what I've done isn't proper, my loyalty to the Empress remains unchanged."

"If she tacitly allows me to purge the Primordial Divine faction, afterward the Human Dao will still worship her as the supreme sovereign, with power in her hands."

"But if she, suspecting me of grave wrongdoing, strikes first and hits me hard… I'll have no choice but to reluctantly adopt your backup plan."

"You're fishing for trouble! You'll be condemned!" Qingjia's mouth twitched, "Besides, Her Highness Nüwa would never tacitly allow you to purge the Wu Clan!"

"With the Wu Clan gone and the Human Dao not backing her, she'd be a bare‑bones commander for a time… how could she then contend with the Great Sage Fuxi for the family throne?"

"One‑on‑one… who could give her that courage?"

Qingjia said wistfully.

"But if we delay, once the Human Dao is reorganized and merits are weighed, the Great Sage Fuxi will still rank above Her Highness Nüwa… this is an unsolvable deadlock!"

"So, Her Highness Nüwa has no choice… unless she lets go of her hatred and settles into the family position, she cannot secure her future status."

"Perhaps this is exactly what the Great Sage Fuxi hopes to see." Fengxi sighed lightly, "From the start, every path for Her Highness Nüwa has been blocked."

"Even if Pangu succeeds… what then?"

"'Revenge' remains hopeless; the status of the head of the Feng family has nothing to do with it."

"Either accept reality, acknowledge being second under heaven, and then, after Pangu, wield authority as the eldest among the gods."

"Or bear a grudge against the Human Dao and also attack Fuxi… but that would inevitably leave one isolated and weak, leading to a miserable defeat."

"The facts prove it."

"Those who meddle with heavenly secrets… have dirty hearts."

Fengxi spread his hands, "In this battle of wits, Her Highness Nüwa… will suffer a crushing defeat."

"In this age, I can't think of anyone who would be more tragic than her."

The conscience of the Human Dao summed it up, sighing with regret for Her Highness Nüwa.

However, Qingjia disagrees with this.

"Is that so? I doubt it."

Qingjia flipped through the Register of Life and Death, raised an eyebrow, "You… could it be that you expelled that Eastern Sea figure from the Honghuang registry?"

"Even if Her Highness Nüwa is miserable, she can still taste a bit of Pangu's sweetness; before the showdown, she's living quite comfortably."

"Although occasionally put on a pillar of shame, Nüwa laughs proudly at the world—first her elder brother's trumpet dies, then her own trumpet dies, teammates offer sacrifices to heaven, yet she still isn't omnipotent."

"But that dragon clan progenitor… occasionally handsome for three minutes, then Donghua immediately cuts him down!"

"Most of the time it's miserable… come to think of it, you lot really just grab a dragon and bully it to death, huh?"

"Is there any conscience left?"

Qingjia rarely feels indignant for the dragon progenitor.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Fengxi gave a strange look, "Little bro, what are you saying?"

"This guy wants everyone to be like dragons, to trim all tribes into one, with such a long hand—taking some beatings and enduring more hardship isn't that normal?"

"Don't even mention the Primordial Divine."

"Even many powerful tribes look down on the dragon clan!"

"If it weren't for the dragon progenitor being strong and the clan's publicity doing well, attracting many supporters, everyone would have already developed the dragon clan's 108 recipes!"

"You're spouting nonsense here… your butt's skewed!"

"Sigh… I'm also speaking from feeling." Qingjia shook his head, shoved the Register of Life and Death he'd gotten for advance adaptation work in front of Fengxi's eyes, "Take a look."

"In such a short time, how many dragon clan members have died all at once!"

Fengxi took it, glanced over, saw the densely growing list, then lifted his gaze, piercing endless time and space, his face showing a hint of surprise and emotion.

"Huh?"

"Whoa!"

"This is killing gone mad!"

"Over at the Heavenly Court, is this kind of unrestrained, no‑holds‑barred warfare?"

Even though he is well‑traveled and knowledgeable, he too felt shaken at this moment.

Because, on that vast expanse of mountains and rivers, there lies an entire battlefield that is truly horrific!

At every snap of the fingers, tens of millions of true dragons fall, their blood staining heaven and earth. Even so, those dragon souls wail and roar, unwilling to accept reality, still fighting, charging madly!

As the cost of serving as a strong assault line and slaying true dragons, opposite them lies a number of times, even tenfold, the Heavenly Court's elite fallen, demon soldiers' corpses blanketing the land, mingled with dragon blood spreading without end—a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood!

The Heavenly Court's Jimeng Division has been utterly devastated!

The Shangyang Division almost saw its very organization collapse!

The Yao Marshals commanding these two divisions of the Heavenly Court's great army each bear wounds and cough up blood nonstop. As top-tier divine adepts of the present age, second only to the mighty ones of the Taiji Giant, they have all ended up in such a state—one can imagine how frenzied and brutal this war is!

This is what the Wu Clan's Water Division and the Dragon Clan have fought for with their lives!

Of the Dragon Ancestor's nine sons, three are near death and dao extinction, leaving only a thread of undying spirit light, yet they have also fallen into slumber.

Among the Four Seas Dragon Kings, the North Sea Dragon King's skull still hangs on the Heavenly Court's Southern Heaven Gate, suppressed by the entire Heavenly Court's mighty power—there is no escaping!

Even the high-ranking ones are like this, let alone ordinary Dragon Clan Great Luo… some have died more than once!

It's not that the Dragon Clan is weak.

But that the opponent is too strong and observes no martial virtue.

The Jimeng and Shangyang divisions, under the command of their two Yao Marshals, have launched a fierce assault on the Dragon Clan… Do you think that's the end of it?

No, it doesn't stop there!

Moreover, three other Yao Marshals lie in wait, occasionally joining the battlefield!

Like the North Sea Dragon King, who suffered the greatest loss to the Dragon Clan, died in battle, his innate undying spirit light suppressed, unable to flee—this was the work of the most dangerous and deadly of the Heavenly Court's Ten Yao Marshals, the Qinyuan Yao Marshal.

This is an innate divine being who walks in darkness, attaining the Dao through assassination and Absolute Kill.

It is also she who, without a sound, reached the combined headquarters of the Wu Clan's Water Division and the Dragon Clan, waited for a lone Dragon King, then struck suddenly, slaying him on the spot!

Ten steps, one dragon slain; a thousand miles, no trace left.

To prevent the North Sea Dragon King from feigning a corpse and fighting again, she directly sent him to the Heavenly Court, making it impossible for him to feign death.

Thus, this became the Dragon Clan's gravest loss since the war began.

A mighty one has been crippled!

On the battlefield, every means is employed.

Even assassination tactics are employed, with a Yao Marshal personally infiltrating to carry out the most brilliant and terrifying assassination… Such conduct suffices to show how fierce this war is.

In an instant it erupts, directly reaching a climax… the Heavenly Court's resolve is unquestionable: to beat the Dragon Clan into the ground, until the Dragon Ancestor can no longer endure, causing a rift and conflict with the Wu Clan's actual commander.

This is an open scheme, blatant sowing of discord.

However.

Although this has its reasons, still I must say…

The Dragon Clan, the Dragon Ancestor… really unlucky.

Each generation has its version, each generation nerfs the Dragon God.

All are taking a crack at the azure… it seems nobody's conscience hurts much.

(End of chapter)