Chapter 1110

Wu Tie and Lao Tie stood in the boundless void, feeling moved by Ji Baijie's earlier hysterical roar and cursing.

Poor child, without a doubt, he has been duped by Xue Jiu.

But, can we blame Xue Jiu?

Ji Baijie, among humanity, is also considered a top-tier heaven‑chosen prodigy, but his character has too great a flaw; rather than saying Xue Jiu duped him, it is more accurate to say he duped himself.

By entrusting the origin seal on the Investiture of the Gods list, one could barely be said to have gained an immortal body, right?

Moreover, it is easy to foresee that in the future Ji Baijie and his heavenly court will become the vanguard for Xue Jiu's exploration of primordial chaos.

Since he's already undead, then what risk—just be the first to stand watch and scout?

Whenever danger looms, naturally Ji Baijie will be the first to step up!

"Poor kid… but I, old man, feel no sympathy for him. This bastard is also unscrupulous, without any bottom line." Lao Tie, quite immoral, spat toward the direction of Mu Dalu.

"Go back, go back…" Wu Tie lifted his head to look at the pitch‑black boundless void, muttering: "Let us properly manage the territory we have just taken down, so that all the underground human populace may come to live on the surface."

"Once these matters are settled…" Wu Tie's forehead divine eye opened, a beam of divine light shot far out, the void writhed, and rings of faint light rippled outward in all directions, as if an invisible curtain had been startled by him.

The two stepped on flowing clouds, descending slowly toward Mu Dalu.

Wuguo had no major affairs, very peaceful.

The major divine races were nearly wiped out; the demons and monsters they cultivated, under the frenzied assault of the Wuguo army, were almost entirely annihilated, and the few remaining little cats and dogs also hid in remote, impoverished corners, daring not to show themselves.

Within humanity, those traitors who colluded with the various gods have basically been swept away.

As Wu Tie said, the most urgent task for Wuguo now is to relocate, as soon and as quickly as possible, the human populace dwelling in the vast underground world—similar to that of Fuxi's Divine State—to the surface.

Every human citizen is qualified to bask in sunlight and dew, and qualified to enjoy birdsong and floral fragrance.

Whether they are like Wu Tie's "pure humanity" or have ox heads, wolf heads, dog heads, snake heads, or are giants a hundred zhang tall or dwarfs a few chi tall, in fact everyone's bloodline flowing within is exactly the same, entirely originating from the primordial sage Pangu who split heaven and earth.

It is merely that postnatal activation of the bloodline differs, resulting in different outward ethnic traits.

We are all "Pangu humanity"; therefore, in the underground world, all Pangu humanity have the right to stand upon the vast, stable, broad, fertile earth and fairly, equally, freely, harmoniously enjoy the blessings left by Pangu's splitting of heaven and earth.

Sun, moon, stars; flowers, grasses, trees; rivers, lakes, seas; mountain peaks and hills.

All of this, every ethnic group possessing Pangu humanity's bloodline, and all their peoples, are qualified to enjoy.

Somehow, Wu Tie recalled the first time he followed the Wu tribe's army, escorting a group of big‑bellied pregnant women, sneaking covertly into the surface world.

For that bit of stellar essence, what a cruel price the underground world's peoples have paid!

The men, in the front lines, fought frenziedly against the surface world's suppressing armies, shedding blood and flesh to give the women a chance to bathe in stellar essence.

The golden shuttle of the sun pouring down across the sky…

The flesh and blood, severed limbs flying across the heavens…

Those weak and lowly, treated as cannon fodder by the high ranks of Fuxi's Divine State and sent to the battlefield, then harvested like weeds—the underground peoples… those rat‑folk, snake‑folk, dwarfs, and little people reduced to ashes…

As they descended toward Mu Dalu, Wu Tie extended his hand, foolishly gazing at his own slender, fair, powerful palm.

His white palm was carved like beautiful jade, unstained by a speck of dust.

Under the light of the rising sun in the east, Wu Tie's palm was nearly translucent, with invisible dao rhythms flowing back and forth within it; his hand resembled a supreme treasure condensed from the essence of heaven and earth, brimming with an intoxicating charm.

How many beings have these hands slain?

Wu Tie wanted to recall who was the first enemy he killed, but with his present memory he cannot even remember.

Just how many enemies has he slain?

This is an astronomical figure, impossible to count… especially after the four ferocious swords recovered their vigor and even surpassed former times, a single sweep of the sword formation slays tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of beings.

When exterminating the demons and monsters that attacked the human dynasties, Wu Tie struck mercilessly; with his strength, a single blow reduces all evil demons within a ten‑thousand‑li radius to dust. The battlefield was packed tight with demon armies, the number of demons within that radius numbering in the billions…

Of those billions of demons, the weak ones—mere Fetal Storage Realm, Life Pool Realm, or even Chonglou Realm little monsters—are crushed to powder by a single strike.

Countless slaughter, his hands drenched in blood.

"Lao Tie, I feel I need to rest for a while." Wu Tie murmured: "The sons of the elder brothers can already brawl and cause trouble all over Wudu, while I and Pei Feng are still unmarried."

"Tsk, Bai He… I treated her as a friend, but she also wanted to join in… well, it's fine!"

"But Bai He wants to drag Zhu Zi in as well… I'm finding it hard to bear, what do you think?"

Lao Tie placed his hands behind his head, lightly whistling, too lazy to bother Wu Tie.

He lifted his gaze to the sky; the wisps of clouds were dyed a pale red by the rising sun… a cloud drifted by, its shape resembling a beautiful large eye.

The corners of the eyes slightly lifted, resembling a phoenix‑eye—sharp, perceptive, exuding a clever, lively, spirited vibe.

Just like the maiden he once loved but was powerless to protect.

After whistling for a while, Lao Tie suddenly asked Wu Tie: "I want to discuss a very serious matter concerning human ethics… you see, my true form is a mass of crystal lumps and iron lumps… but after my Chaotic Transformation, I have gained a body of flesh and blood…"

"Although I am a bit older, have endured more storms, my mindset is somewhat weathered, yet my appearance remains rather youthful."

"What do you think—if I, purely hypothetically, had the chance to meet a maiden who pleases my eye and who also finds me pleasing… we might develop some subtle connection, not based on physiological hormone secretion, but arising from a soul‑deep tremor…"

Lao Tie looked at Wu Tie somewhat uneasily: "Did you understand what I was saying?"

Wu Tie gave Lao Tie a sideways glance: "Old man, I unleash youthful passion—'a pear tree presses down the crabapple'… I heard you, I understand, I get it!"

Wu Tie chuckled a few times, then seriously told Lao Tie: "Why not? You now are a person of flesh and blood, smarter than most, more versed in 'feelings'—so why not strive to pursue what you want?"

Raising his head to the sky, Wu Tie said leisurely: "At our level, we can sense the existence of the six paths of reincarnation… perhaps I am merely hypothesizing, or perhaps the maiden you once liked… she is now somewhere picking flowers, washing silk, teasing birds, playing…"

Lao Tie's face suddenly stiffened, his body instinctively tensing.

"Fate is something mysterious and unfathomable, hard to speak of." Wu Tie firmly patted Lao Tie's shoulder: "Look, we have also rendered great service to humanity; this realm of heaven and earth will surely not shortchange us."

Raising both hands, Wu Tie pointed at the sky and shouted loudly: "Three feet above one's head there are deities… heaven and earth have spirit; who can say for sure what the future holds?"

Lao Tie smiled, then drove a fierce stab into Wu Tie: "Since you think this poses no risk to human ethics, why not consider the Blood Prison? Be an example for me… although her true form is a slaughter‑causing blood peacock…"

Lao Tie said leisurely: "All Pangu humanity share the same root and source of bloodline… that's what you said. In this world, the flowers, grasses, trees, birds, beasts—any creature with flesh and blood traces its origin to Pangu… what difference is there between humans and demons?"

Wu Tie's complexion suddenly stiffened.

He glanced askance at Lao Tie and suddenly felt that, back in that huge underground cavern, that pallid skull was far cuter!

After the Chaotic Transformation, having flesh and blood, this old fellow is getting increasingly improper, huh.

The two drifted downwind leisurely, all the way to an altitude less than a hundred li above the sea, where they stopped their cloud and looked around.

This Mu Dalu, this sea, this land, this sky……

Good!

Then, the tiger-head spear in Old Iron's hand, freshly forged in the Grand Dao Forge, shot out like lightning, a mighty, ferocious tiger roar erupting as the spear shattered the void and stabbed straight at a dim speck of spiritual light.

The spiritual light burst apart, and a tall, spirited young man with handsome features leapt out from it.

Waves of power mixed with spatial dao rippled around the youth, who tried to tear through space and flee, but a shake of Old Iron's spear rendered all his efforts futile……

The youth raised both hands.

Old Iron's spear tip pressed against the youth's Adam's apple, and he said in a low voice: "I've long noticed you skulking nearby, you little sneak… what are you up to?"

The youth ignored Old Iron, instead looking at Wu Tie: "Martial King, Wu Tie?"

Wu Tie lowered his raised hands, placed them behind his back, and nodded slowly: "That's right, I'm Wu Tie… and you are……"

Wu Tie reached out and grabbed a handful from the youth, then sniffed the scent he had taken.

"Are you a member of the Shennong clan? And your bloodline is extremely pure—are you the direct line of the Jiang clan?"

At Wu Tie's level, a single glance lets him trace origins and see through anyone or anything's ins and outs; knowing one's birth by scent is merely a trivial trick.

The youth raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Impressive ability—indeed worthy of the Martial King who nearly wiped out the noble spirits……"

Old Iron's spear tip jerked forward a hair, piercing the youth's throat; a thread of blood trickled down his neck. Old Iron snapped: "What did you say? Those extraterrestrial demons—you call them…… noble?"

The youth glanced at Old Iron, then said calmly: "Exactly—in my heart they are the most noble, the supreme beings… even if you use force, you cannot change my view. Supreme God Qinglin, I wish to see the Martial King… please, Martial King, come with me to meet her… in a few days those corrupt old fogies will publicly execute Supreme God Qinglin……"

Clenching his teeth, the youth said in a deep voice: "Supreme God Qinglin, I have an important matter to discuss with the Martial King……"

Wu Tie and Old Iron fell silent.

The two stared at the youth with grim faces.

The Shennong clan, the direct descendants of the Jiang surname, actually keep saying the spirits are noble, actually keep saying Supreme God Qinglin.

Wu Tie's Wuguo army, following the list given by Jing Jiu, has carried out a thorough purge of those internal human traitors who worship the gods and offer sacrifices to them.

But among the high-ranking populace of humanity, within the Jiang clan—one of humanity's most powerful clans, the Shennong—and among the Jiang direct line……

And yet there is such a youth!

In the youth's eyes, Wu Tie saw aloof arrogance…… and also a kind of pride where everyone else is drunk while he alone is sober.

His gaze toward Wu Tie and Old Iron was one of looking down……

Wu Tie felt a chill run through his heart.

"You say they're noble… I slaughtered them like stray dogs."

"You say Supreme God Qinglin… her situation is probably even more miserable than those slain spirits."

Wu Tie earnestly asked the youth: "Where lies their nobility? And where exactly is Qinglin 'above'?"

The youth earnestly answered Wu Tie: "They are nobler than us by bloodline… their civilization is even superior… we must admit our own meekness and impotence… if humanity were great, then why did we lose the war back then?"

The youth sneered: "Our ancestors were a bunch of defeated losers scraping by, harvested like leeks…… rabble!"

"The gods, high above, looking down on us…… we must admit this is true."

"Even if humanity, thanks to some scheming, managed to give the gods a temporary setback, we are still merely humble ants raised by the gods…… especially, if it weren't for Supreme God Qinglin's scheming, you foolish, ignorant 'rabble' would have no chance to slaughter those noble spirits."

The youth snorted repeatedly: "You're nothing but tools of Supreme God Qinglin."

Wu Tie felt a sharp pain in his chest.

He exhaled heavily, a faint smell of blood in his breath.

He laughed at Old Iron: "If my elder brothers, second brothers, third brothers, or any of my brothers' children had this sort of quality, I'd definitely send them back for reforging. Hah, this line is truly brilliant—I actually… can't be bothered to refute it!"

Wu Tie laughed, slapping the youth's shoulder hard and shouting: "Good, good, good, I'll follow you to meet Qinglin, hahaha…… excellent!"

Wu Tie came down hard.

First palm— the youth's skin shattered completely.

Second palm— his meridians were severed inch by inch.

Third palm— his bones turned to ash throughout his body, and he collapsed limp as mud.

The youth's arrogance and pride vanished completely; Wu Tie's ruthless hand forced him to reveal fear and despair involuntarily.

Old Iron raised his spear, the blade grazing past the base of his thigh.

The youth let out a miserable howl, and Old Iron muttered: "My mood was fine before, now it's utterly awful…… so, fuck your mother!"