Chapter 1611

"Uh... you called me out just to ask this?" Xiao Feng asked, puzzled.

Although this is a big deal, there seems no need to deliberately avoid others to talk about it, right?

After going all the way out, they just asked a sentence and let me go; I always feel weird.

Huan'er said: "The War of the Heavens is of great importance; many Dao Ancestors have chosen inheritors among the various clan camps, hoping to become the strongest. As the currently prominent supreme adventurer of the myriad races, you have already attracted the attention of many powerful beings—some want to win you over, others want to eliminate you."

That statement is a bit disjointed.

However, Xiao Feng understood.

"Are you trying to tell me that I must shoulder the great responsibility to receive Fuxi's protection, so as not to be eliminated by foreign Dao Ancestors?" he asked.

Huan'er nodded.

Xiao Feng smiled upon hearing this: "No way, Dao Ancendents transcend the mundane; they wouldn't act against someone like me, a junior. Moreover, our human race has many Dao Ancestors who are not pushovers; they surely secretly protect the most promising among us."

He could almost be certain of this!

He wouldn't dare say this about other strong beings, but the power of a Dao Ancestor can easily erase a patch of starry sky, even alter the rules of the real universe.

If such an existence wanted to kill him, it wouldn't even need to show up; a single thought would kill him.

Based on his performance in the Primordial World and his long-standing top-ranked strength, he has already influenced the balance, causing the players of all races and the hidden powerful beings to be wary.

Yet he has been living fine, and his life is only getting better.

What does this indicate?

No Dao Ancestor would act against him!

The human race is not mere decoration; with so many powerful beings above, whoever dares to interfere with the development of the game world, massacring players midway, will surely suffer retribution from the human Dao Ancestors.

Moreover, with Chen Jie, the Lord of Time, present, even if Xiao Feng were killed, he could reverse time and revive at any moment, so he would not truly die.

In short, Dao Ancendents transcend the mundane; no side can arbitrarily intervene, otherwise the entire heavens would collapse, losing the meaning of "selecting talent."

However...

Xiao Feng could think of these things; as the daughter of a Dao Ancestor, Feng Feng Shi could certainly think of them too!

Huan'er shook her head, spoke on behalf of her master, and said: "Immortal Xiao Feng, you seem to be oversimplifying the issue. While Dao Ancendents certainly won't act directly, their methods need not rely solely on themselves."

Xiao Feng frowned: "You mean using others to deal with me?"

Huan'er gave a slight nod.

Xiao Feng thought, then replied: "As long as it's not the Dao Ancestor themselves acting, there shouldn't be too much risk. And if that's really the case, does it matter whether I shoulder the great responsibility or not?"

Huan'er said: "Countless powerful beings can silently make you disappear, and under the Dao Ancendents there are no fewer than a thousand. If you want to be more secure, you only need to step forward as the War King of the human race, and the Dao Ancendents' illuminating power will naturally protect you at all times."

Hearing this, Xiao Feng felt a bit moved.

The idea of being constantly protected by Dao Ancendents sounds exaggerated—basically you could do whatever you want and never die!

But then he reconsidered.

If that were the case, what meaning would cultivation still have?

No powerful being has grown up under someone else's wing protection.

An absolutely safe environment brings only relaxation and complacency; without a sense of crisis, there will be no determination to seize time and break limits.

His goal is to become strong himself, and perhaps even become a Dao Ancestor one day.

Rather than merely becoming a king in the game world.

The "Three Wishes" of the Myriad Races Hegemony Battle are not his ultimate pursuit; they are merely a stage goal on life's path.

If one only wants to have fun in the game, then shouldering heavy responsibility and obtaining Dao Ancestor protection is indeed an extremely wise choice.

But what he wants is not that simple!

"Forget it, I've never been suited to be a leader; I just want to be a cultivator pursuing power. Fighting for the human race is my duty—whether to be king or to let someone more capable take over." Xiao Feng shook his head, reiterating his self-position.

Huan'er wondered: "You really aren't afraid of danger?"

"Not afraid."

Xiao Feng gave a light smile and said: "Even if I really died, I believe someone will definitely revive me."

"Revive?"

Luan'er shook her head and said, "You'd better not hold such thoughts; not everyone can be resurrected after death, and not every matter offers a second chance. Everything in the spacetime rift does not exist in reality. Even the Dao Ancestor cannot fully resurrect his own daughter—you… think about it carefully."

Having said that, she spoke no more, transforming into the true form of the azure phoenix divine bird.

Feng Feng Shi glanced at him, said nothing, leapt onto the bird's back, and drifted away.

"Not everyone can be resurrected? What does that mean?"

Xiao Feng furrowed his brows.

This statement seems problematic, as if it were telling him some kind of higher-level secret.

Those in the spacetime rift do not exist in reality, yet they are not virtual-world life either—how is this to be explained?

Could it be that Feng Feng Shi is not truly existent?

"Ah, how strange."

Xiao Feng shook his head, feeling that this human-and-bird pair was somewhat inscrutable, and their words were weird and strange.

Dao Ancestor's protection, assassinations by foreign tribes and such—it's a bit exaggerated; he felt the game world wouldn't go so far as to have such things happen.

After all, this is merely a talent-selection game; which Dao Ancestor would get so worked up as to personally intervene?

Even if we concede that point, the most powerful Creator God among the Dao Ancestors is still human; he would surely not allow a foreign tribe's Dao Ancestor to do anything that threatens the survival of human players.

So he isn't worried; his enemies haven't reached that level—at most they're on par with the Burial Heaven Ancient Emperor or the Taotie, that sort of tier.

Of course, not worrying doesn't mean they're easy to deal with; the enemies in the game world are still tough opponents.

The venerables are merely temporarily closing their doors; they aren't dead, so a great battle will still come in the future!

"Big brother, my marriage prospects are gone, my sisters are gone—you have to compensate me, sigh~"

As soon as Feng Feng Shi left, the He Xianzi on his shoulder began to act pitiful.

Xiao Feng flicked her little head with his finger, and said impatiently: "Mounts have no rights, yet you still want a wife and sisters—your ambition is huge! Look at the Intelligent Machinery Clan's spaceships; their status is the same as yours, they're merely tools."

"I, I... waa~"

He Xianzi cried, feeling wronged.

Xiao Feng himself flew back to Xuanyuan City with his mount, and returned to the banquet formed by the civil lords and experts of each region.

"How come only you came back, Feng Feng Shi?" Xing Yun Miao asked.

Xiao Feng casually said: "They've left. Fairy maidens don't eat mortal food; we eat and drink our own. Fellow Daoist Han, is everyone here?"

Han Zichen nodded and said: "Everyone has arrived."

"Then let's begin; I want to taste the specialty dishes of the Nine Provinces!" Xiao Feng laughed.

Although everyone was a little curious about what Feng Feng Shi had said to him, they didn't dare ask further.

A group of people took their seats, fine wine and dishes were served, and a lively exchange banquet began.

【World Cup final watched too late, release one chapter first, more tonight!】