[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-this-honghuang-is-not-serious":3,"chapter-this-honghuang-is-not-serious-this-honghuang-is-not-serious-chapter-90":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","This Honghuang Is Not Serious!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2263405,4417,"Chapter 90: The Amusements of Biyou Heaven; Shen Ni in the River of Time and Space","this-honghuang-is-not-serious-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>Using the alchemy furnace to neutralize the side effects of pills—this wasn’t the first time Jing Yao Shangzun had done it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, when Ming He tasted the Supreme Clone Pill, he split into four hundred eighty million fragments, and Jing Yao had thrown him back into the furnace to re-refine him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, I swallowed ten Enlightenment Pills—just reverse-refine away eight or nine of their effects.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, Ming He sat amid roaring flames, saying with lingering satisfaction: “Actually, your pill’s enlightenment effect isn’t bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But since I swallowed all ten at once, the teleportation frequency was too high—constantly crashing into the sacred domains of primordial gods is unbearable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you spaced the teleportations out, that’d be perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really addicted?” Outside the furnace, Jing Yao Shangzun’s expression was odd—if he remembered correctly, Ming He had died over a dozen times because of this pill?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he still plans to keep doing it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Friend, you said it yourself—don’t blame me if something goes wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upholding the rescue principle of “respecting the patient’s wishes,” Jing Yao Shangzun didn’t fully negate the effects of the Zhou Tian Enlightenment Pill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he left behind the effect of one pill, as Ming He requested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Biyou Palace, Xiang Xuanqing heard Ming He’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Meng Wuyou exchanged helpless smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let him be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Wuyou sighed, pressing her palm to her forehead: “Even if we don’t give him a chance to recklessly endanger himself, he’ll find another way to keep doing it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After all, Ming He has always had an adventurous spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since developing the Blood Spirit Child, the ultimate survival technique, Ming He’s urge to self-destruct had grown stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killing heaven, killing earth—better to kill yourself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, from the perspective of the Lord of the Killing Dao, Ming He himself was harder to kill than heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he kept killing himself continuously, maybe he’d truly carve out a path to the heavens, straight toward Da Luo?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To this, Yu Chendao Jun remarked: “Ming He, your devotion to the Dao is as unyielding as a rock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a fervently adventurous primordial god—he’d never encountered one before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Jing Yao Shangzun’s pill-refining abilities had also opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To craft such miraculous pills—no wonder he’s on brotherly terms with Li Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group strolled leisurely through Biyou Heaven. Yu Chendao Jun turned to Xiang Xuanqing: “Why don’t you and your companions stay a while longer? Let me properly host you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? What special products does your Biyou Heaven have?” Xiang Xuanqing asked with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did intend to stay awhile—first, returning to Youming held no urgent business; second, he could wait for Luohou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their Youming trio had conveniently gathered with Jing Yao and Yu Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouldn’t the Demon Ancestor chip in a bit more?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One or two Demon King titles were too few—four or five would be just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, directly forging titles like “Supreme Demon Lord” or “Communicating Demon Sovereign”—that’d be a massive profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware of this, Yu Chendao Jun gave a solemn introduction to Biyou Heaven’s specialties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He led them to the shore of a vast lake, its waters boundless as an ocean, distant and hazy, merging seamlessly with the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is one of Biyou Heaven’s nodes for exchange with the outside world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Xuanqing gazed down—the shimmering surface churned with chaotic temporal currents, countless timelines intersecting and intertwining; every ripple stirred the fate of a spacetime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could say, besides fish, anything might be in this lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My guests here are rare—only Zhenwu has come often.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chendao Jun brought Xiang Xuanqing and Wuyou to a “fishing spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At first, we’d debate swordplay, discuss the Dao, exchange insights. Later, Zhenwu set up a pond here, saying he wanted some amusement—and so these two spacetime fishing spots came to be.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the fishing spot, Xiang Xuanqing saw two fishing rods made of primordial sword-bamboo—clearly, Yu Chen and Zhenwu often fished here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Wuyou stared at the shimmering waters: “What can you catch in this lake?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plenty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chendao Jun waved his hand, and another “fishing spot” appeared above the spacetime lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three sat down in turn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chendao Jun smiled: “In our spare time, we come here to fish for ingredients—mostly strange, exotic beasts, some flowers and grasses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re lucky, you might reel in rare primordial spiritual materials, naturally formed spiritual treasures, ownerless worlds, unlucky deities…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Initially, it was just Zhenwu Di wanting some fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Biyou Heaven hung suspended in Chaos, isolated from the world—what better way to pass the time than fishing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Yu Chen and Zhenwu shaped countless timelines, expanding the spacetime lake further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, what they caught grew even stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To add excitement, Zhenwu infused the lake with chaotic and disordered Dao principles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every cast yielded something entirely unpredictable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether you caught something valuable depended entirely on luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s your luck, friends?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chendao Jun looked at Xiang Xuanqing and Meng Wuyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Us? Not bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chendao Jun chuckled: “This spacetime lake has another feature—fishing consumes luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If your luck runs low, you risk backlash here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhenwu and I have fished here so long, we have to hoard luck for a while before we can go again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make things fun—and raise the stakes—Zhenwu had invented all sorts of gimmicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, he and Zhenwu competed to see who could catch the better prize, burning through massive amounts of luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, they spent a long time recuperating in Biyou Heaven, never venturing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, they still suffered misfortunes: accidentally injuring each other during sword duels, nearly killing themselves practicing divine arts, setting up arrays that trapped themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Yu Chendao Jun’s explanation, Xiang Xuanqing became eager—this fishing instantly intrigued him: “If you put it that way, I’ve got to try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Wuyou subtly glanced between Yu Chen and Xiang Xuanqing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From this spacetime lake alone, Yu Chendao Jun didn’t seem as serious as expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Xiang Xuanqing shared certain similarities—otherwise, they wouldn’t have met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s see how your luck holds up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Yu Chendao Jun gripped his fishing rod and instantly entered meditation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly a seasoned angler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s give it a shot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after Xiang Xuanqing cast his line—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop~~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hook plunged sharply—he perked up instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got something!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked his fingers, drawing the catch toward him with spiritual power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Meng Wuyou peered curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A… rock?” Her expression twisted—it was just an ordinary, unremarkable stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chendao Jun lifted his eyelids slightly, then closed them again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” Yu Chendao Jun’s lips curled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your lake is quite interesting,” Xiang Xuanqing murmured, holding the stone and calculating—it was a mountain rock from some minor world, utterly mundane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He casually tossed it back into the lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A splash erupted; ripples spread across the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Meng Wuyou reeled in a few things—flowers, grasses, post-heaven materials, not a single primordial item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two can fish slowly—my spacetime lake isn’t just chaotic Dao; other Dao rules underpin it. Spend some luck, fish hundreds of times, and you’ll eventually catch something valuable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Chendao Jun sat unmoving, serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fishing requires patience!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the lake had a safety net, Xiang Xuanqing nearly laughed aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yu Chen and Zhenwu really know how to have fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shaking his head, Xiang Xuanqing cast again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he didn’t rush to reel in—he prepaid a billion points of luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The River of Time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver-white temporal fish drifted with the current.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swimming awhile, another fish followed leisurely, joining it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shen Ni, where exactly is the rib bone of the Time Demon? I’ve circled this river countless times and still haven’t found it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The corpse of Xianggu, now a temporal fish, blew a bubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I knew exactly where it was, would I be circling the River of Time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Ni replied: “Moreover, the traces left by the Time Demon God aren’t necessarily ribs—they could be skull bones, finger bones, leg bones, or even teeth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you be a little more reliable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corpse of Mutual Gaze scoffed: “So you got zero concrete information and just dragged me here to wander aimlessly through the River of Time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At least we got some info.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shen Ni said: “You know full well who killed those guys.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the War of Creation, Pangu swung his axe and sent one Demon God to oblivion—who exactly survived, how many survived, and how many of those survivors remain—who can possibly know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I could obtain every detail with pinpoint accuracy, I wouldn’t be summoning souls—I’d just go straight back to the dawn of Creation and wrestle Pangu himself. Wouldn’t that be better?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got to be kidding.” The fish formed by the Corpse of Mutual Gaze carefully dodged a temporal vortex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three thousand Demon Gods couldn’t defeat Pangu—what’s the difference between you going back to the dawn of Creation and walking straight into your own grave?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does Pangu killing you mean he’ll chop you one extra time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing the Corpse of Mutual Gaze’s merciless mockery, Shen Ni smiled: “Once I become a Great Luo, I’ll have to go see certain things anyway.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if I didn’t want to go, They’d push me to go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The more you see, the easier it is to summon souls, isn’t that right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, the Corpse of Mutual Gaze recalled the eerie scenes within the Immortal Mountain of Undeath—the whispered voices of the Chaotic Demon Gods crossing time and space. Even now, the memory sent chills down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who exactly is Shen Ni? What is His origin? How does He connect with these “dead ones”? Why is He so obsessed with destruction…?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a partner who had walked beside Him for countless eons, like the Corpse of Mutual Gaze, could not uncover the answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the Corpse of Mutual Gaze cared about was merely the legacy of these Chaotic Demon Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Shen Ni just happened to be able to find those legacies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But hasn’t Shen Ni been having bad luck lately?” The Corpse of Mutual Gaze recalled their recent collaborations—Shen Ni was either already dead or on the way to being killed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It forced the Corpse of Mutual Gaze to always “step back,” then “shield Shen Ni in front of him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After this job, we’ll take a break. Find a good spot, bury ourselves, and don’t come out until we’ve become Great Luo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Otherwise, I keep feeling we’ll get scammed to death by this guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what the Corpse of Mutual Gaze thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey? Found it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Shen Ni suddenly cried out happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where? Where?” The Corpse of Mutual Gaze hurriedly looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, resting quietly on the riverbed, lay a translucent rib, inscribed with the Dao of Time, shimmering with mysterious light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn, it’s really here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Corpse of Mutual Gaze’s eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to step forward and claim the rib.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin, elongated thread appeared before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>————\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Direct Link: [Monthly Votes] [Recommendation Votes]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1832,"2026-06-19T19:10:14.517Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","61bcd82049cdcd1451d8229b3aab3415469f7569261a3403f470374e3511e5b8","this-honghuang-is-not-serious-chapter-91","this-honghuang-is-not-serious-chapter-89",413,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthis-honghuang-is-not-serious-cover.jpg"]