Chapter 905

Haotian asked the Taixiong God to help settle his people; in truth, his main intention was to ask the Taixiong God to protect his own camp.

Many gods do this, gathering the tribes of their believers together and placing them in the surface world of their own Shenguo, so that they can look down upon the situation at any moment—one could call it surveillance, or one could call it constant protection.

Tang Zhao considered it for a moment and felt that this was also a good thing. This way, he could finally achieve the feat of holding the two camps of the Tianmo Jie in the palm of his hand.

From then on, any major movements in the Tianmo Jie would be under his nose, and would even require his approval.

Your god, my god, they are all the same person, from the Human World!

This is truly a case of "Why would the Emperor rebel?"

However, he was not yet arrogant enough to think that the situation was clear, or that he could already fully control or even toy with the Tianmo Jie.

He knew deep down that achieving this situation was still due to the power of the Sovereign; he himself had only benefited from planning ahead and the information gap, plus a bit of luck, and did not have enough strength to master all of this.

He was not in a state of being free from all worries now; on the contrary, he was walking a tightrope, and a moment of carelessness would cause him to fall, falling until not even his bones remained.

For the sake of security, Tang Zhao did not lead Haotian and his group to the very center of his Shenguo—that is, the settlement of the Fire Spirit Race—but instead led them to another place. It was the original holy mountain of the Fire Spirit Race, Liexiong Shan; it was there that their prophet had awakened all those years ago.

Only with the prophet did the holy fire of the Fire Spirit Race exist, and only then did the Fire Spirit Race have a god in the true sense; this was the birthplace of the Taixiong God.

This mountain range was originally a volcanic area, extremely hot and barren of all vegetation; after the prophet left, even the fire seeds of the volcanoes were extinguished, making it an even more desolate land. The environment was extremely harsh, with no resources whatsoever, and not even the Fire Spirit Race had settled there.

However, it was indeed very secluded, making it very suitable for the Haotian-Hutian coalition, whose main camp had just been destroyed and whose morale was in turmoil.

Tang Zhao returned to the Fire Spirit Race in advance and gave instructions to the high-level members of the Fire Spirit Race, especially the Elder, telling them that they could help the coalition settle down and could also preach to them, spreading the blessings of the Taixiong God, but they were not allowed to reveal the secrets of the god, such as the Divine Favor missions. The reason given was: only the Fire Spirit Race was the race most favored by the Taixiong God, receiving the god's full blessings, and other foreign races were not qualified to know.

The people of the Fire Spirit Race naturally agreed, and were filled with pride, feeling that they were indeed the chosen people of God, and might become the Spirit Race chosen by the Main God or even the only True God. Their status skyrocketed overnight, and they were willing to take in those poor wretches fleeing for their lives with a heart of compassion.

Only the Elder vaguely knew the truth, and his heart was filled with both astonishment and bitterness.

Back then, a moment of hesitation on his part, tacitly allowing his tribe to worship a human from another world as a god, had actually led them onto this pirate ship.

And this pirate ship was getting bigger and bigger, almost becoming the only flagship of the Lingjie, and his own tribe had become the flag-bearers on the ship.

This feeling... was actually not bad?

Because the Lingjie was in constant internal strife and had always been in a state of plunder and aggression, it had not suffered too much hardship, and without a common enemy, there was no such consciousness as "the Hundred Races of the Lingjie are one family" or "the Lingjie is a community with a shared future."

The thought of "whether I am a traitor to the Lingjie" only existed for a moment before it was cast to the back of his mind. The Elder had already realized that his tribe was truly and firmly on the ship of the Taixiong God; even if he revealed the truth, no one would thank him, the Fire Spirit Race would face huge questioning, and they would have no place to stay in the Lingjie.

Rather than that, it would be better to just sit on this ship and first secure the position beside the Taixiong God. What if this ship rode the wind and waves and sailed far away?

Busy setting up camp on the holy mountain, Haotian was still thinking about future strategy and prospects.

Originally, his side was already at a disadvantage, and with the main base destroyed, the disadvantage was even greater. Now, the core forces following him had suffered heavy losses, and the peripheral forces he had just absorbed were showing signs of wavering across the board. The first problem to solve after settling down was the issue of morale.

To solve this problem, the simplest thing was... God.

When people are in difficulty, if their hearts have something to rely on, they will be much more stable, and can even erupt with tremendous combat power. And right before them was a real, living god—the Taixiong God—who looked like someone they could rely on, someone the people of the Lingjie who had lost their own gods could believe in.

In fact, he didn't even need to push it; he just needed to leave it alone. The Taixiong God already had many believers internally, and after a great battle, the number had expanded; the nearby Fire Spirit Race also came to preach every few days, which could develop another wave. As long as he didn't stop it, in a few days or months, both camps would belong to Taixiong.

But Haotian was truly unwilling. Not to mention the shadow of doubt he had always harbored toward the Taixiong God, just thinking of the most basic thing: he had painstakingly saved up his family fortune with so much effort, why should he let others reap the benefits?

And they call themselves allies; could they pay attention to their table manners?

If he did not rely on the god, to stabilize morale and rebuild his prestige, he had to achieve a victory, or at least achieve a breakthrough, set a clear goal, and give the soldiers some hope.

But how to achieve a great victory?

Haotian had once considered the idea of air-raiding the Evil God's main camp by himself and slaughtering a patch of them in retaliation, but after discussing it with Hutian, Hutian did not support it—

It is best not to open the door to asymmetric warfare, especially when the number of strong individuals is not greater than the opponent's. Haotian could go and sneak attack the enemy's camp today, and the enemy's strong individuals could come and bomb this side tomorrow.

If Haotian still felt some heartache for the strength of his subordinates, the Evil God's side didn't care at all. Would the Evil God shrink back just because he lost some believers?

If you really want to hurt the other side, you can only go to Tian Jiang Dao—it's just that I'm afraid you don't have the ability.

Tian Jiang Dao is where the Evil God is entrenched. If you could launch a surprise attack, achieve certain results, and retreat unscathed, wouldn't you be able to go head-to-head with the Evil God? Then what are you afraid of? Why not just go and fight the Evil God one-on-one?

Haotian was just thinking about it. If he had nothing left and no longer hoped to win through battle, but only wanted to vent his anger, then killing a wave today and a wave the day after tomorrow, and continuing to kill until he couldn't hold on and died, would be fine.

But if he still had the heart to unite his forces, to push back in a proper way, and to restore the glory of the Wanshendian in a dignified manner, then there were many things he had to worry about, and he could never let go and have a good, refreshing fight.

So he thought and thought, and there was really only one "inferior strategy" left.

So he called Hutian over.

"You go and negotiate with the humans."

"Ah? Me?"

"It's you; you are the most suitable candidate. Don't you have a friendship with Xun Jian?" Haotian said helplessly, "Go and move them with emotion and reason, tell them that the Tianmo are the common enemy of both worlds; it's us today, and it will be them the day after tomorrow. Please, for the sake of the big picture, ask them to provide assistance."

Hutian looked straight at him, making Haotian feel uncomfortable all over, and asked, "What?"

Hutian shook his head and said, "This is not the attitude of someone asking for help."

"I am not begging, I am negotiating..."

"This is begging," Hutian said bluntly. "Of course, it can be packaged with soft or hard strategies, but no matter what, those are strategies to be adapted on the spot once you get to the other side. In essence, isn't it just asking me to go and beg for reinforcements? Don't worry about whether it can be justified in theory; you can't send me there empty-handed, can you?"

Haotian sighed and said, "I know, I have to go with sincerity. But nowadays, the only thing I can really bring out is this grand principle. Otherwise, what do we have to move them? At most, I'll sweep the floor cracks to see if there's anything valuable left for you to take."

Hutian sighed, "Now that we have reached our status, what is wealth? Does the Sword Saint of the Human World lack anything? There must be something that can truly move people. For example, the division of benefits after the war..."

Haotian said, "I can promise more after the war, but isn't this still an empty promise? The war hasn't started yet, and there's no hope of victory in sight; what's the point of talking about post-war profit sharing? If they really value real benefits, this won't move them either. If they are willing to eat the pie, I don't mind drawing a big one. You go and tell them—if they are willing to lend a helping hand this time, and ultimately defeat the Evil God, I am willing to negotiate with them after the war to completely solve the problem of the two worlds colliding. I mean the two worlds, not the residents of the two worlds!"

In the end, he still walked the path required by the Main God.

Hutian felt a numbness in his back and said, "What... what does that mean?"

Haotian said, "It means we choose to completely separate the two worlds and go our separate ways. No matter what grievances have accumulated before, after separating, each will return to the Void and never see each other again."

Hutian swallowed and said, "Can it be done? Back then, their Sovereign only came up with a way to alleviate it, and even lost his life because of it."

Haotian said, "Coincidentally, this is indeed a plan left behind by the Sovereign and the Main God. Although those two brilliant and talented strong individuals fought all their lives, they woke up at the last moment, put aside their prejudices, and formulated a great plan."

He then passed on the plan he had obtained from the Taixiong God to Priest Hutian word for word. He did not know, however, that although this plan was indeed formulated by the Sovereign and the Main God, it was not formulated while they were alive, but after they died... and it had only been formulated a few days ago. It was a completely fresh plan, and a certain unnamed person with a wild imagination had provided a completely different line of thought.

Hearing this plan for the first time, Hutian was both shocked and excited, saying, "So that's how it is! It can actually be done this way! If we have this as a trump card, I am willing to go, and the chances of success are not small! I've said it before, constant war has no good ending; it's just that everyone is helpless and unable to extricate themselves. I didn't expect there to be another way!"

Haotian sighed, "Then I entrust it to you."

Thus, two or three days later, Priest Hutian, carrying a team of Tianmo and the treasures Haotian had scraped out of the floor cracks, crossed the long front line and arrived in the Human World.

The dialogue between Humans and Celestial Demons, after being interrupted for a mere half a year, was actually re-established. How is this not a farce?

This will be a new page in history.

There will be another chapter tonight.