Chapter 161: Xierluo's Trump Card, the Dao Lecture Ends

Demon Realm.

Inside a grand and towering palace whose appearance resembled a ferocious giant beast, the Demon Emperor had lost his former confidence that everything was under his control, and instead wore a look of being at a loss.

It was not only because a new main god had appeared in the Primeval Plane, but also because this new main god could easily slay one of the thirteen Dark Main Gods, the powerful main god of the Chairman of Conspiracy, Erluo.

More importantly, with the slaying of the Chairman of Conspiracy, Luo'er, the Demon Emperor suddenly discovered he could no longer contact the mutant avatar of the main god within his body.

'Could it be that because the true form of Xiluo'er was slain by the Primeval Human Race's new main god, so as His avatar, this mutant avatar of Xierluo within my body also perished?'

Thinking this, the Demon Emperor's eyes involuntarily showed a hint of regret.

Although this mutant avatar of Xierluo could not act freely due to needing to avoid its true form, its knowledge was of great help to the Demon Emperor.

Now, this 'companion' that had accompanied him for countless years has completely perished, yet the Demon Emperor still feels a sense of reluctance.

However, as a powerful demon god born at the dawn of the universe, and also one of the rulers of the Demon Realm's thirteen great dynasties, even vaguely a spokesperson for the Demon Realm, the Demon Emperor's will was equally cold; after only a moment's sigh, he dispelled this regret and began to consider what he should do next.

'The Primeval Plane has actually produced such a powerful supreme main god; it seems I should perhaps release all the Primeval Human Race imprisoned in the dungeon and curry favor with Him.'

Just as this thought arose in his mind, the Demon Emperor suddenly felt his heart tremble; he sensed an awesome, overwhelming terrifying pressure descend upon him, making his whole body shudder, as if he would kneel at any moment.

'The might of a main god.'

In an instant, the image of this world's supreme deity rose in his mind; the Demon Emperor subconsciously looked toward the top of the hall, vaguely as if meeting a pair of golden eyes that were indifferent and ruthless to the extreme, and his eyes instantly welled with blood tears.

'The Human Race's newly ascended main god.'

Thinking this, the Demon Emperor's body shuddered, and he immediately bowed to the ground, respectfully saying: 'Esteemed Primeval Main God, I do not know what business You have.'

Even the Chairman of Conspiracy, Erluo, among the Dark Main Gods, was slain by this Primeval Main God, while the other Dark Main Gods took no further action, showing how powerful this newly ascended Primeval Main God is.

At this moment, the Primeval Main God actually paid attention to him, a mere ant-like minor demon god in the eyes of a main god, and the Demon Emperor naturally felt fear.

If the opponent chose to act and obliterate him, the other Dark Main Gods would likely have no intention of intervening.

After all, in the eyes of a main god, everything in the world is merely ants, even if he is the spokesperson of the Demon Realm.

How would they bother to fight an ant with a being of the same level!

In the moment of the Demon Emperor's fear, after a while, an indifferent voice sounded: 'Immediately send back the Primeval Human Race of the Demon Realm, or die!'

The voice was not loud, but each word felt like a Primeval divine mountain, directly pressing the Demon Emperor to the ground.

'Yes, esteemed Primeval Main God!'

The Demon Emperor with difficulty performed a salute, his face full of terror as he said: 'I will keep Your decree in mind!'

After speaking, feeling the vast pressure on his body dissipate, the Demon Emperor involuntarily sighed in relief, having a feeling of having survived a calamity.

Immediately thereafter, he dared not be negligent in the slightest, hastily summoning his subordinates to arrange for the proper care of the human race and then their safe return to the Primeval Plane.

Only after truly facing the might of this newly ascended Primeval Main God did the Demon Emperor realize that the opponent was far more terrifying than he had imagined, completely beyond his ability to resist.

Since the opponent had already spoken, the Demon Emperor naturally dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Only after everything had been arranged did the Demon Emperor quietly sigh in relief.

But just then, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded within his body: 'Are you really willing to let that Primeval Main God arrange you as it pleases?'

'Eh'

Upon hearing this voice, the Demon Emperor's expression changed slightly, and he said: 'You actually did not vanish with Xierluo's fall; this mutant avatar of yours is far too powerful!'

'Hehe.'

A laughter devoid of emotional fluctuation sounded, and the cold voice said: 'Because I am Xierluo himself!'

'Ah, you are Xierluo?'

The Demon Emperor could no longer maintain his composure.

After all, whoever knew they harbored a main god within their body would likely be unable to stay calm.

But the next moment, the Demon Emperor suddenly reacted, saying: 'Impossible; I personally witnessed the true form of the Xierluo main god being slain by that newly ascended main god of the Primeval Plane; you are merely one of his avatars.'

'The mysteries of a main god are not something you can comprehend.'

Before his words had finished, a piece of information merged into the Demon Emperor's mind, leaving him stunned in place with a dazed expression.

After a long while, the Demon Emperor finally came to his senses and involuntarily exclaimed: 'I see; I never expected that the original "it" had always been under Your control.'

It turned out that the Chairman of Conspiracy, Erluo, acquires faith differently from other main gods—not by receiving human faith, but by stealing the divine power of other main gods.

As the Lord of Conspiracy, Xierluo can to some extent see past and future; therefore He occasionally scatters some seeds according to opportunity, which become special mutant main god avatars.

These mutant main god avatars born from the seeds, like Xierluo, lack the seven emotions and six desires, possessing only a craving for divine power; they actively prey upon other main gods' avatars to absorb their divine power.

At the same time, some mutant main god avatars, believing they have fortuitously escaped Xierluo's restraint, will continually seek strength and even gain the chance to ultimately replace the true form.

But in fact, they have always remained under Xierluo's control; once they have absorbed sufficient divine power, it is the moment for Xierluo to harvest them.

At the same time, they serve as vessels for Xierluo's resurrection.

Thinking this, the Demon Emperor involuntarily lamented for that 'companion' that had dwelled within him for countless years; this mutant main god avatar had in fact never escaped Xierluo's control, merely being a pawn of His, and now it has become a vessel for Xierluo's resurrection.

'Sigh'

With a slight sigh in his heart, the Demon Emperor's face showed utmost respect as he said: 'Esteemed Xierluo Main God, what do You think I should do now?'

'What to do?'

Another voice then sounded: 'Naturally, it is to unseal the Fourteenth Main God; only the power of this main god, who is conceived as the king of gods and is the source of the Primeval Human Race's birth, can truly contend with that strange Primeval Main God.'

'The Fourteenth Main God?'

Upon hearing this, the Demon Emperor's eyes involuntarily showed a hint of unusual color.

'Naturally.'

Another voice continued: 'The Fourteenth Main God innately commands multiple Great Dao laws, including time and slaughter; then, I will occupy the Fourteenth Main God's divine body and obtain its time divinity, while you can obtain its slaughter divinity, and together we shall slay that newly ascended Primeval Main God—how about that?'

This voice seemed to contain some special power, causing the Demon Emperor's eyes to instantly blaze with fervor.

Primeval Plane, Holy Mountain.

Fengyi stood atop the Holy Mountain, calmly explaining the profundities of the various realms of his adjusted cultivation system of the Longevity Realm.

These are the fruits of his many years of cultivation, his insights into the Great Dao, also incorporating his experiences of the cultivation systems of four different worlds he has undergone; they can be called pearls of wisdom.

As the sound kept ringing, though not causing flowers to rain down or golden lotuses to surge from the earth, it was just like the principle of 'words become law,' causing the rules of heaven and earth to constantly change, turning this place into a supreme sanctuary for comprehending the Great Dao.

At the same time, an azure lotus appeared atop Fengyi's head, its petals unfolding, endless divine light of creation enveloping heaven and earth, making everyone's mind and spirit feel as if they had been baptized, becoming ever more lucid and wise, their perceptiveness greatly increased.

For a moment, all the ancient human tribes surrounding the Holy Mountain were immersed in Fengyi's exposition of the Great Dao, unable to extricate themselves.

Depending on each person's cultivation, perceptiveness, accumulation of martial Great Dao, etc., their reactions varied—some were lost in ecstasy, some smiled, some pondered, some were emotionally stirred, some scratched their ears and cheeks; the higher the realm, the deeper they became absorbed.

Even some of the ancient human tribes experienced an automatic shift in their internal qi, directly transforming into this new cultivation system, causing the heavenly and earthly essence to continually gather.

However, the whole world seemed shrouded by an intangible qi mechanism, each person as if in a special space, not affecting others.

After an unknown period, the divine light of creation retracted, the Chaos azure lotus closed, the tranquil lecture ceased, and all the profound mysteries of the Great Dao came to an abrupt halt.

Many ancient human tribes came to their senses, feeling a sense of loss and wistfulness, instinctively reaching forward to grasp something, yet catching nothing.

"Cough"

A soft cough sounded, instantly bringing everyone back to their senses, their gazes turning to the figure in dark robes atop the Holy Mountain.

Fengyi glanced calmly at the crowd, his tone indifferent as he said, 'Greed leads to indigestion; today's exposition is enough for you to digest for a long time, so let's stop here for now!'

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the many ancient human tribes hastily bowed respectfully, saying, 'Thank you, Chief God Fuxi, for imparting the Dao!'

As the crowd paid their respects, Fengyi once again felt a vast planar primal force gathering together with the power of faith into his divine essence, making him ever stronger.

However, this strength made it increasingly difficult for him to suppress the dissipation of his emotions.

Turning his thoughts, Fengyi's expression remained largely unchanged; he still calmly looked at the myriad human tribes beneath the Holy Mountain and said, 'The cultivation system I impart today includes only the inheritance of realms below the Supreme; as for the inheritance comparable to the Supreme Ancestral Gods and above, I will place it in the Holy Hall.'

This is one of Fengyi's purposes: to draw upon the wisdom and insights of all humanity in this universe as nourishment for his own progress.

He will reorganize the Holy Hall, placing his own created cultivation system and inheritance within it, but if one wishes to cultivate, they must exchange it for humanitarian merit.

As for how to acquire humanitarian merit, it naturally consists of the various techniques he created, his own insights into the Great Dao, his own cultivation experience, and so on.

Perhaps due to their realm and experience, the techniques, Great Dao insights, and cultivation experience created by these people are inferior to Fengyi's.

But as the old saying goes, 'When three walk together, one must be my teacher'; the crystallized wisdom of all humanity in this universe will surely bring him different inspiration.

Know that the human tribes of this world can be considered innate gods and demons, their talent and perceptiveness having reached the utmost extreme.

Without any guidance, they learned from heaven and earth, and thus explored the supreme cultivation system of this universe.

Now that they have obtained this new cultivation system, I believe they will surely bring Fengyi even greater surprises.

Fengyi is not like those innate gods of this world who, influenced by innate instincts, merely enslave humanity and absorb their faith; he will make the human tribes of this universe grow strong, drawing upon the civilization of the entire cosmos as a stepping stone for his further advancement.

After hearing Fengyi's exposition, the faces of the many human tribes lit up with excitement, and they hastily said, 'Thank you, Ancestral God Fuxi!'

Through Fuxi Chief God's lecture just now, everyone has understood the strength and perfection of this new cultivation system, as well as its supreme limit comparable to that of a chief god.

In their view, being able to exchange their own crude techniques for this supreme cultivation system created by Chief God Fuxi is nothing short of a pie falling from the sky.

Clearly, this is a gift from Chief God Fuxi to them!

On the other side, sensing the fluctuations of the crowd's thoughts, Fengyi's eyes twitched slightly, but he did not say much more.

In a certain sense, this is a mutually beneficial arrangement.

Fengyi himself helps the human civilization of this universe become strong, while also using the power of human civilization to elevate himself, mutually enhancing and progressing.

In the following time, Fengyi arranged matters concerning Dharma cultivators, the Holy Hall, the demon realm, and so on.

Finally, he vanished atop the Holy Mountain under everyone's reverent gaze.

In the special space.

Fengyi sat cross-legged in place, the divine seal at his brow continually bursting forth with brilliant divine light, making his surroundings hazy and illusory, and his entire demeanor grew ever more aloof.

As he attained the position of chief god, the longer his time aligned with this world's fate laws, the more his emotions and memories wanted to truly fade, to become a true god—or rather, to be directly 'devoured' by the entire universe.

At this moment, he intends to resolve this issue and restore himself.

At this moment, Fengyi's spirit contains two techniques undergoing constant change: one is the Qin Dao technique, perfected after supplementing the Way of Life and Death derived from the Nine Turns Life and Death Mystic Art, which he temporarily calls the Fuxi Emperor's Canon; the other is the Mind Sword Body Great Law, which he has deduced into a new realm.

Within this newly deduced Mind Sword Body Great Law of Fengyi lies the most powerful divine ability: the art of dividing the spirit, which can attempt to separate a special spirit incarnation to help bear the position of chief god.

Of course, the chief god's position is ultimately the highest realm of this world; relying solely on a spirit incarnation to fully bear it is likely impossible.

After Fengyi's internal Fuxi Emperor's Canon was perfected, he gained from it the knowledge of a brand-new cultivation system, the information about the legendary realms of the 'One Lifetime Supreme' world, and details about special existences related to those legends, as well as information about himself.

Although the information is not complete and cannot directly allow him to cultivate to the legendary realm, it nonetheless provides great inspiration for his current state.

Meanwhile, as his innate spiritual light trembled slightly, a special Great Dao imprint condensed from him—this is the Great Dao imprint of the legal ancestor Fuxi of this world.

However, this Great Dao imprint at present is the result of Fengyi's fusion and subsequent re-condensation; it differs somewhat from before and is entirely his own.

Originally the Great Dao imprint formed from Fuxi of this world, it can serve as his vessel.

These three constitute the bridge for Fengyi to resolve his current condition.

He intends to use this world's Fuxi Great Dao imprint as a vessel, to cut forth a special chief god incarnation similar to his own, thereby bearing the chief god position of this world and temporarily avoiding the drawback of his emotions dissipating.

In the future, once he thoroughly researches and masters the balance law, even gaining control of this universe, he can then retract this special spirit incarnation.

(End of chapter)