Chapter 341 Origin
"Go back and let Luohou come out."
Chen Zhu narrowed his eyes, stared at the God-killing Spear and said:
"I respect the Great God, but not you. Please don't make me hide anymore."
There was murderous intent in his eyes: "How the Tai Chi ancestor died in the past may not be the end of your God-killing Spear."
"Hehe...are you talking about the lotus? Hehehe..."
The eyes within the bones trembled more and more, but he did not speak again.
Luo Hou's lonely and cold voice was calm and lingering, and he spoke to Chen Zhu again:
"You said."
"A stable prehistoric world is a prosperous era, but prosperity is slow. Think about it, how long did it take to give birth to an innate god in an infinite calamity?"
Chen Zhu used the example of the beast disaster in the past: "Only when the threat of life and death comes, will the living beings strengthen their luck in the process of finding a way to survive."
"You want to manually lead a catastrophe."
Luohu's intact eyes were still filled with bloodshot, containing endless pain.
Chen Zhu did not deny it, and the place gradually became quiet.
After a long time, Luo Hou turned around, his back became increasingly darker, and a voice came from afar:
"Take whatever you want. I only ask for one thing, that Hongjun live."
He must have seen something.
Chen Zhu was silent. This great god might be the most insightful innate god.
He knew what Chen Zhu wanted and also knew Chen Zhu's identity, but he never revealed it from beginning to end.
Luohu walked further and further away.
Chen Zhu held the measuring ruler in his hand, and the divine light of the Dao Bell in the refining ruins slowly condensed. At this moment, could it take Luohou's life?
He was hesitating and wavering. He believed in the black-clothed god Luohou, but he did not believe in the God-killing Spear.
The figure in front slowly faded away.
All of Chen Zhu's strength suddenly relaxed, but he ultimately chose not to continue attacking.
He... wasn't sure he could kill this being.
Not only because of strength, but also because...
Looking up, the Heavenly Dao is like a rock, suppressing all things.
Destiny...
Amidst the demonic energy, Luohu sat on the black lotus, with endless demonic luck flowing down.
Every destiny is a person, and every destiny is a sacred being.
The withered face chuckled.
"I, I, hehe, the Candle God wants to kill you~"
"He doesn't know that you and I are actually one person. I am the fruit that grew out of your heart, hehe~"
Luo Hou's intact face showed no expression:
"The me of the past is not the me of the present, and the me of the present is not the me of the future. The Three Flowers of the Candle God is also somewhat useful."
"Me, you'd better pray that I don't find a way to kill you before I completely replace myself."
As he said this, Luo Hou laughed strangely: "Hehehe..."
Chen Zhu didn't know why all this happened.
But now, he didn't have much emotion, especially since Patriarch Shenxun knew a few words about his secret.
"Huchi... Huchi... Huchi..."
Patriarch Shenxun gasped heavily, and his heart felt as if it was being pulled by something, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
The god of sacrifice had a fight with Luohu.
It is equivalent to the collision between the luck of Xuanmen and the luck of the Demon Sect, but it is the luck of his divine clan that is harmed.
Half of the gods were killed, which was equivalent to directly cutting off half of their luck. This was only the aftermath of the two great gods.
That innate spiritual treasure is really powerful.
Ancestor Shenxun sighed and barely had a moment to catch his breath. At the same time, he began to ponder the conversation he had with Luohou during the previous sacrifice to the gods.
What does it mean to… reach an agreement with Luohou? Didn’t the god of sacrifice just return?
Moreover, Luohou is a demon sect, what is that...
Suddenly, Patriarch Shenxun felt a chill on his spine.
He turned around slowly and found that the priest had stood behind him without him knowing when, and there seemed to be divine blood on the measuring ruler.
A sinister voice slowly came out of his mouth.
"Daoyou~are you all right?"
Ancestor Shenxun shuddered.
"Everything is fine. Has the Demon Cult Leader been driven away by fellow Taoists?"
"Lord Rahu is not so easy to drive away. It's just a misunderstanding. I have made it clear."
Chen Zhu continued to stare at the ancestor Shenxun, thinking about how to solve the problem.
Not being able to kill Luohou doesn’t mean that one can’t kill the ancestor Shenxun, but strictly speaking, Luohou didn’t reveal much about himself.
Whether to take the risk is the reason why Chen Zhu weighs everything.
"Brother?"
Taohou walked out of the God Clan. Everything changed in a flash just now, and everything happened too fast.
"When did we offend that God of Death..."
The roar of Taobao brought Chen Zhu back to his senses a little.
He smiled, all the tension gone.
"Oh, it's just a misunderstanding. You also know that Lord Rahu had some problems, which have been resolved now."
He told Taohou to relax, then smiled at Patriarch Shenxun and said:
"I still have some things to do, so I won't bother you any more."
"It's okay, just go and offer sacrifices to the gods. Come back often in the future."
Patriarch Shenxun forced a smile and saw Chen Zhu off.
After a while, Patriarch Yanlu came back and was dissatisfied with the god after learning that he had left.
"Fellow Daoist, why did you let such a good opportunity go? Have you... been poisoned by Zulong?"
"Fellow Daoist Yanlu, it's not that I want to let him go, it's just that the look in his eyes..."
When he thought of Chen Zhu's eyes, Patriarch Shenxun felt uncomfortable all over and was frightened.
It looked like it was not him, but an animal, deciding whether to kill or not.
Sanku Cave, inside the Dragon Court.
Chen Zhu walked with the Thunder Demon.
This caused many dragons to talk about it.
There was a dragon standing at the door, and he said to Chen Zhu in a sarcastic tone:
"Isn't this Zhu Jiuyin from Xuanmen? Why did you come to my dragon clan? Are you here to be my guest?"
Chen Zhu glanced at him and ignored him.
It was just a Dragon King who had shed his four layers of energy, and he didn't even want to take a look at it.
"You stop!"
The Dragon Emperor shouted angrily: "Zhu Jiuyin, you have defected from the Dragon Clan. Sooner or later, the Emperor will come after you!"
"Okay, okay, I'll wait."
Chen Zhu ignored him and went to the Sanku Cave to get some belongings.
Although what Xiaolong said was unpleasant, it did make sense.
He wanted to put on a show so that many people in the ancient world could see it.
The Xuanmen Demon Sect was established, and Chen Zhu saw more, and its impact on the prehistoric world was also greater.
On this day, in the Fantasy Dragon Clan, Chen Zhu stood up and his nose was filled with the fragrance of pots of Xilan flowers that had not yet closed.
Qingying finally managed to grow this thing, but I don’t know how much time it took.
But today's scent is a little different.
He slowly walked to the window and saw the flower sword grown by Xilan fell on the soil of another pot of Xilan.
A faint demonic aura lingered in the upper layer. The flower sword grew roots and was constantly absorbing nutrients from another pot of Xilan.
The Way of Demons...
Chen Zhu glanced at it twice and ignored it.
He walked out the door and soon heard a commotion.
“This is my temporary stay order!”
"Bah! You said this is yours and this is yours? I said this is mine!"
"Is your name written?"
"You are shameless!"
The two dragons started fighting in public. Chen Zhu frowned and walked forward: "What are you arguing about?"
"I worship the adults!"
These little dragons were startled, and unexpectedly they alerted the priests in the Magic Dragon Clan, and their voices immediately became much lower.
The two dragons fighting for the temporary residence order panicked, but still held on to their own opinions.
"My Lord, this token is mine, but this Chi tribe member wants to take it away!"
"Is that why?"
Chen Zhu reached out and picked up the token and took a look at it. This temporary residence permit was not bound, so it was indeed difficult to distinguish.
But he knew who was lying.
One of the dragons had a faint demonic aura, and it was obvious that it had joined the Demon Cult.
The evil way is to amplify the desires in people's hearts.
All spirits are originally pure, but with the involvement of demonic energy, this purity is no longer so pure.
Chen Zhu did not expose them, but said to them:
"I don't know who is the owner of the token, but I can give you all the privilege of staying here temporarily. The people of the Phantom Dragon Clan can take them without going through the formalities and just say that it was my order."
"Well done to the Immortal!"
The dragons cheered, all believing that this was the fairest and most advantageous choice.
Chen Zhu smiled faintly: "I am also a dragon, we should still unite."
His eyes swept across the dragon that was contaminated by evil spirit and saw the joy on the other's face.
This is a very small current event.
However, this is the seed, the foreshadowing. If he fights for the benefits today, he will save on contributions and slaves.
So, what about the future?
When everyone finds out that this method can bring benefits, who would still be willing to be a slave, who would still be willing to be down-to-earth?
It seems that Xuanmen is magnificent and is respected by the whole world, but in fact, the evil sect has begun to erode all living beings.
This is the effect he wants.
It’s almost time, the merit is coming, so you should prepare early. This great merit cannot be taken lightly.
You still need to find a master to operate it.
He left the ancient world and needed to collect things needed for the sacrifice.
If this operation is used properly, it may bring unexpected gains to Jidao. Journey to the West World...
“Sacrifice is a very ancient thing.”
Patriarch Bodhi carries chaos on his shoulders, and has beads of endless worlds hanging from his body. Each bead contains one or more worlds.
He preached to Chen Zhu:
"It is because of sacrifices that rituals, music, and culture have developed."
"From the perspective of the most common creatures, they first believed in us and worshipped us, and only then did they develop civilization."
"Civilization lies in sacrifice and warfare."
These are the words Chen Zhu once said, and now they enter his ears again.
"Master's teachings are known to Zhu Ming."
Amid the endless chaos, opposite the World Pearl, the majestic Zhulong that reached the sky and penetrated the earth nodded slowly.
He thought about it carefully, after all, this time it involved the entire world.
"Master, how are you guys progressing so far?"
He asked about another thing. Now that the world of Journey to the West has jumped out of the box, it can be said to be a truly growing world.
There are too many spots of light in this void, and Chen Zhu knows that he will inevitably encounter resistance.
"The situation is still okay, but we have discovered some things that we cannot solve yet."
Speaking of this, even Patriarch Bodhi had some annoyance in his eyes.
"Master, can you tell me about this?"
Chen Zhu asked: "Perhaps I can help out a little."
"Alright."
Patriarch Bodhi thought for a moment and said to Chen Zhu:
"But you have to be careful when you go there, and don't be arrogant."
After hearing these words, Chen Zhu still felt a little dizzy.
What does it mean that he shouldn't be arrogant?
With his current strength, this piece of void is actually just that.
He, Chen Zhu, has not felt the danger of the world for a long time.
But soon Chen Zhu found himself about to be slapped in the face.
Patriarch Bodhi took Chen Zhu all the way down. It is said that this place is the birthplace of this world.
"You have to be careful."
Patriarch Bodhi once again gave Chen Zhu a rare admonition:
"We found the same substance as the copper of Shoushan and the innate maple tree at the origin."
Same substance?
Chen Zhu's expression gradually became solemn, but he continued to move downwards.
This place of nothingness became deeper and deeper, and the surroundings became darker and darker.
But compared to this, they are just specks in the void.
These stars are becoming increasingly dense, as beautiful as the starry sky.
Chen Zhu's pupils flickered slightly, and the further he leaned down, the more surprised he was.
Soon, he ran into an acquaintance.
"Ms. Book?"
He was surprised and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Friend, aren't you here too?"
Ms. Book, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, answered with a smile while holding a book in her hands.
"It seems that you are finally planning to explore this place."
"What's here?"
Chen Zhu looked down at the starry sky. The further down he looked, the brighter it became, like a huge sun.
But in fact it is made up of countless glowing worlds.
"Here lies the origin that countless of us powerful people have been trying to explore throughout our lives."
Ms. Shu looked down and said, "I often come here to look for things, and at the same time, I also bring some materials to the garden."
Her eyes lit up as she spoke: "Look over there."
Following the line of sight, a seed floated out from below the place of origin. It looked like a grain of dust, ordinary.
The book lady reached out and took it down, then clipped it between the books, and there was an extra page on the book.
"There's another world."
She sighed happily. Chen Zhu looked further and saw countless seeds growing out from below.
Chen Zhu stretched out his hand across the space and picked up one.
The seed took root in his heart and grew into something that looked like a kettle.
This kettle-shaped seed has a smooth shell, but there is something else inside. An entire world is being nurtured in the kettle.
"Zhu Ming, this is just a small part of the magical world."
Patriarch Bodhi did not go to see the book lady, but continued to go down with Chen Zhu.
"I advise you not to go."
Ms. Shu kindly reminded: "There are countless worlds that explore the place of origin just like you, but in the end they never come back."
"Don't worry about this."
Patriarch Bodhi waved his whisk and continued to go down with Chen Zhu.
They encountered the second creature.
But it was already dead, and only a dried corpse remained.
"Pity."
Patriarch Bodhi sighed, but Chen Zhu was a little horrified.
This corpse had at least the cultivation level of a quasi-saint in the world of Journey to the West, and died here inexplicably, leaving behind only remains that had lost all moisture and divine power.
As they approached, the wind blew and they disappeared into nothingness.
"Do you know how scary this place is?"
When Bodhi Patriarch arrived here, his expression became solemn. He put on the armor made of copper from Shoushan and became very alert.
Corpses can be seen every now and then. Chen Zhu estimated that the most powerful one was as strong as a saint.
In other words, ordinary saints are in danger of falling here.
Chen Zhu and Patriarch Bodhi had dated countless times in the brightest worlds, but finally, everything went dark before their eyes and they stepped into an empty world.
Under my feet is a lifeless dead land with dead mountains and rivers. Is this the place of origin?
"Here are all the answers and all the puzzles."
Patriarch Bodhi slowly said to Chen Zhu:
“But this may just be a manifestation of a certain source.”
"Let's go, don't make your uncles wait anxiously."
Together they moved forward, advancing through this dead world.
You can see some footprints, which must have been left by the saints.
"Wait a moment, Master."
Chen Zhu suddenly stopped and then raised his foot.
Under his feet, there was a hollow straw, which was larger at the top and smaller at the bottom, and was broken in the middle.
"It appears to be the feather of some bird."
Patriarch Bodhi is indeed a man of insight, he could see it at a glance.
"The feather died, and only a little bit of debris was left."
"Master, this thing...I seem to have seen it before."
This is what makes Chen Zhu terrified.
The remaining remains of the feather exude a primitive aura.
"Ok?"
Hearing this, Patriarch Bodhi was moved: "Could it be that this place is connected to your world?"
"This is impossible. The current time and space in my world is different from here."
Chen Zhu knew in his heart that there might be some secrets about this place of origin.
They continued walking forward, and not far away they saw the saints.
The five saints stopped in front, as if they were in some trouble.
Saint Nuwa has to guard the world of Journey to the West, so she has no plans to come.
"Fellow Daoist Bodhi, why did you bring the candlelight with you?"
Tongtian Sect Master was stunned: "Here, a blink of an eye can be tens of thousands of years, Zhuming can't delay."
They have endless years and lifespans to trial and error, but Chen Zhu needs time now.
"It's okay. Zhuming can leave anytime he wants."
This is what Bodhi Patriarch asked. He stepped forward and asked:
"My fellow Taoists, why don't you leave?"
"It's not that I won't leave, but this thing."
Tongtian Patriarch moved aside, and behind him there was a relatively intact stone.
On the stone, a line of words was cast with holy blood.
"The world is different. We are not even as good as ants."
There seemed to be half a line of handwriting, but the handwriting had been decayed by time.
"Let me see."
Chen Zhu stepped forward, with a river of light drawn behind him.
Time flows backwards in his palms, and he has power over him and can do whatever he wants with it.
However, to his surprise, although the holy blood was recovering and the stone was becoming stronger, the remaining words never appeared.
"These words cannot be erased by the power of time."
Chen Zhu said seriously: "There are others here."
"There must be someone else here."
There was a gleam of wisdom in the eyes of the Guiding Saint: "We are definitely not the first to set foot here, and we will definitely not be the last."
"Fellow Daoists, although there are lost paths ahead, there are also infinite possibilities."
He did intend to move on.
"Wait a moment!"
Chen Zhu called them and said, "Masters, Zhu Ming thinks we can find the place where the erased writing is for the time being."
There was disdain in his eyes: "Although I have escaped the power of time, I can see when the missing time was. This handwriting was erased not long ago."
It is indeed a bit beyond one's ability to play tricks in front of the Candle God.
(End of this chapter)