Chapter 2622

It is well known that the difference between the Eastern and Western divine systems is like heaven and earth.

Eastern mythology has always been an orderly work mode from the very beginning, emphasizing that no matter who you are, you must have work in your eyes; the Chinese land does not nurture idle gods.

Even if you live in the heavenly realm, high above and not enjoying human offerings like the Yinglong, when the time comes, you still have to go down to work, no matter how much stronger you are than this group of ants on the ground; if you are supposed to deliver express, you must deliver it; if you are supposed to be ridden, you must be ridden; otherwise, a thunderbolt from the Heavenly Dao will strike you down dead.

According to Shiler's understanding, Marvel does have a heavenly court, but according to their side's statement, they all live in a pocket universe and usually do not interact with the mortal world.

And from the director of the Divine Spear Bureau, Shiler learned that the heavenly court is roughly similar to what ordinary Chinese people know—it is a civil service system responsible for managing the operation of this realm of heaven and earth in China, with the Jade Emperor as its head.

Shiler also learned that the story of the Investiture of the Gods actually happened; in other words, no matter what kind of troublemaker you were before, once you enter the heavenly court and work, you must honestly clock in and out.

The story of Journey to the West also actually happened; otherwise, there would not be a Monkey King, and traditional mythological figures like Yang Jian and Nezha are truly existent; without accident, they should all be working in the heavenly court now.

The only difference is that the part of modern history involving wars has been altered—briefly put, they fought but did not break through, being blocked outside the Shanhai Pass; however, it seems some problems still occurred, leading to all demons emerging and the world falling into chaos.

In other words, the original physical war turned into a magical war, but the outcome is incomparable, because if someone else hits you, they will think you are weak.

But if you punch yourself, with both left and right hands swinging wildly until the sky darkens and the earth turns black, and even a single finger radiating from one hand can crush a small country, then basically no one dares to speak.

This is why, in Marvel's stories, China is a terrifying backdrop, and the world never talks about a balance of the Five Powers; it has always been a confrontation between China and the United States.

Shiler is actually curious about that history, but he also knows that inquiring with his current identity could easily make people think he has ulterior motives; if it is truly a serious national wound, he would not want to poke at it directly.

Of course, he has this concern for people, but not for dragons; Shiler ultimately could not suppress his curiosity and asked: "Do you know what happened in China at the beginning of the 20th century?"

Yinglong's face showed he knew you were going to ask this, and he said: "The land of Huaxia has a long and ancient history; over such a long time, it has nurtured countless demons and monsters, though they were all suppressed by those with ambition."

"Kunlun was the main force suppressing demons, but that year Kunlun itself encountered problems, causing all the great sealing formations across the land to be completely broken; the demons accumulated over thousands of years poured out like a nest overturned, ultimately leading to a decades-long war to exterminate demons."

"What about the heavenly court? Does the heavenly court not manage it?"

"Of course it does—it not only manages it, but the heavenly soldiers and generals led by the various marshals descended to the mortal realm; Ling Shan also produced many talented individuals, among whom the Fighting Victory Buddha repeatedly achieved remarkable feats and is still revered by mortals as the 'Great Sage'."

Shiler felt doubtful and asked: "So many people still couldn't defeat them? How strong were those demons?"

"Those demons were merely the vanguard." Yinglong shook his head and said: "Going back, one could speak of the conflict between demons, witches, and humans; going forward, there was the battle between the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou; in short… it cannot be summed up in a single sentence."

Shiler roughly understood—it was just some old grudges, but since it involves such distant ancient secrets, it certainly is not a coincidence; it is likely premeditated for a long time, and the power level involved is very high.

Shiler then thought: "I heard that in the end, it seemed like they defeated Chiyou?"

"Chiyou is already dead! I killed him!" Yinglong raised his voice: "Later, that was just a puppet! Not worth mentioning!"

"But I heard they also borrowed the Xuanyuan Sword."

"That was also because they were afraid they couldn't win!" Yinglong coldly snorted: "Although Chiyou had a fierce temperament, during the time when the feudal lords jointly campaigned, he was also considered a hero of the Nine Li; the one who was later revived… hum."

Yinglong did not say more, but from his tone and expression, one could see his contempt; obviously, the revival of Chiyou made him lose face, after all, Chiyou was originally killed by him, and now he has come back to life—if people didn't point and gossip, that would be strange.

"So how was it finally resolved?" Shiler asked again.

"It was sealed—what else could be done?"

"I just want to ask why they couldn't be killed? If those demons had been killed earlier……"

"They cannot be killed." Yinglong also showed some helplessness: "These demons are actually not demons in essence; most are gods born from human offerings, but since humanity was weak at the time, the gods they created were all violent and brutal; however, because they originated from humans, as long as there is still incense and someone remembers them, they are hard to kill—only sealable, waiting for people to gradually forget them."

Shiler nodded, understanding roughly that the operational principles of East and West differ, and then asked: "Chiyou should be truly dead by now, right?"

"Chiyou's corpse does not decay; although the power controlling him has been purified, his corpse remains buried." Yinglong said: "But it's fine—they said this time it has been properly preserved, posing no threat to them."

Shiler always felt something was off about this, so he asked: "Properly preserved? How was it properly preserved?"

"In my view, they probably found a place where no bird defecates and just threw it there."

Shiler had a bad feeling: "A place where no bird defecates? Specifically where?"

"I heard it is now on China's border, inside a very high mountain, and there is also an organization similar to Kunlun Mountain on it; it should be quite safe."

Shiler sucked in a breath of cold air, immediately pulled out his phone, and shouted at the other end: "Pamela! Don't start work yet—there might be…… in the mountains."

"Pamela! Pamela! Are you done? The machine is already fixed—come quickly……"

"Oh, coming." Pamela hung up the phone and said: "Just now, Doctor Shiler called, saying we should hold off on work……"

"We haven't started work either." Stark said strangely: "Isn't it just that the staff haven't arrived yet? Forget it—let's not worry about it; look at this—what do you think of this temperature circulation pump?"

In front of Stark was a strange-looking machine; though called a machine, it actually looked like a magical artifact, brimming with magical energy yet possessing a precise mechanical structure.

"The temperature circulation scheme you previously thought of simply doesn't work—it's really too wasteful of energy." Stark said: "At least 80% of the energy is used for meaningless consumption; we still need to use my system."

"So what advantages does yours have?" Pamela asked, and after initial contact, she found that the provocation method worked remarkably well on this guy—as long as he slightly showed dissatisfaction with his technology, he would chatter on endlessly.

Although Pamela felt indifferent toward such people, she wasn't overly disgusted; her reason for doing this was to learn a bit more, after all, she still has several greenhouses, and she possesses the power of the Verdant of All Things, but she has never found an efficient way to utilize it; if she could learn something here and take it back, she wouldn't have to worry.

"Using magical power for heating and insulation is the most wasteful approach; magical power itself is a universal energy and does not necessarily need to be converted into heat to provide insulation; instead, one should focus on its inherent nature, using other things to catalyze it into heat."

"This way, only a small amount of magical power is needed to achieve the same effect—at least 90% of magical power can be saved, and the heating effect is also more uniform."

Pamela nodded repeatedly; their previous idea was actually just to build a heater, only using magical power as fuel for the boiler.

Because this place is above the snow line, temperatures remain low year-round, unsuitable for the survival of most plants, so insulation requires more effort; the previous idea was not unusable, but the required energy made Strange feel the pinch.

Pamela then looked at the strange-looking power pump before her—it did not look like a stove or similar device, and there was a large nozzle at the front, as if a great deal of magical energy were about to surge forth.

"I think your method of improving seeds, grafting, and cultivating through traditional means is too slow; I believe we can directly use magical power to construct a special magical environment; the only problem is that ordinary magical energy, without attachment or reliance, dissipates quickly, so we need to find a way to prevent it from disappearing."

"This machine not only supplies magical energy for heating but also converts magical energy into a form of radiation; although much energy still dissipates into the air, the dissipation process is greatly slowed, and during this process, it can provide sufficient radiation to plants."

Stark stepped forward and patted the machine, saying: "I'm not entirely clear what kind of mutation this radiation might bring to plants, but we have to try it; of course, at the beginning, don't overdo it—just open a small experimental plot, and it must be completely sealed, because this thing also emits radiation harmful to humans."

Upon hearing this, Pamela became a bit nervous and said: "Don't tell me it's like nuclear radiation."

"I can guarantee it's not harmful radiation, but if this radiation ends up producing a few mages, that would also be troublesome; moreover, this radiation might interfere with the normal operation of magical power, and if a student sneaks in, casts a spell, and triggers an explosion, that would be disastrous."

"Then we really need to find a hidden place." Pamela stroked her chin and said: "Oh, I know—earlier, that village head told me there is a cave beneath their village, the entrance is small, but inside it's another world; as long as we open our experimental field there and then seal the entrance, there should be no problem."

"Then let's go take a look." Stark said.

"Shouldn't we call the Sorcerer Supreme?"

"We don't even know how effective it is yet—don't make a big fuss." Stark said: "I have no full confidence in magical things; this thing is too esoteric, I don't want to give that guy a chance to mock me; anyway, with you here, there's not much danger."

Pamela felt that also made sense; although she currently cannot use the power of the Verdant of All Things, she remains highly sensitive to plant conditions; even if there is a plant that could punch someone, as long as she gives advance warning, a cabbage couldn't possibly rush up and punch Iron Man, could it?

On the other side, Shiler hung up the phone.

He thought: Back then, Chiyou's corpse caused such a huge disturbance; to seal it, it couldn't possibly have been just shallowly buried underground; I'm farming on the surface—no problem; a cabbage definitely couldn't punch through thick mountain rock to hit Chiyou, could it?